Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

Chapter 80

Tina had provided Canjac with the list of men she had provided. It was so long that at first he thought she had made it up to try to please him. Some of the names he knew, others he did not.

A little research convinced him that the buxom blonde had told the truth.

There were 137 men she had offended one way or another.

He chuckled to himself as he scanned the list.

"Oh, you little tart."

(Canjac wondered how many women she could put on the list. It would have been interesting to find out, but his intent was to prepare the luscious blonde for his own personal use. By the time they reached the bottom of the list, he was certain she would be everything any man could want.)

By Saturday they were down to the third name on the list.

The outfit the blonde wore was black satin so it contrasted sharply with her long, blonde hair.

The garterbelt was black satin with black satin ruffles in front. The panties and the bra were black satin as was the flared miniskirt. The stockings were sheer black and the high-heeled sandals were black patent leather.

Her long, blonde tresses contrasted nicely with this motif as they flowed about her shoulders and down to her waist.

The blouse was thin white satin. The bra was black satin with half-cups that lifted her large titties without covering the nipples. The material of the snug blouse pressed against her titties so anyone could see the brown nipples.

She wore a gag that consisted of a leather sack that was held in her mouth by a black leather strap. Gagged as he had her, she could make no sounds of protest.

About all she could do was stand there looking beautiful and sexy. Since she was bound, she could be made to please any man. She wore the collar of a slave girl. She had no say in the matter.

Once dressed, she knelt, tethered to a ring on Canjac's desk until he was ready for her. She stared at her knees, wondering who she would have to please this day. She knew generally what she would have to do. The only question she had was to whom she would do it.

When Canjac was ready, he freed the end of the leash. A jerk up was the only command he gave the buxom blonde. She rose to her feet and staggered after him. She was not yet used to walking around in those impossible high heels.

She would learn.

His horse was saddled already and ready to go. He attached the end of the leash to a ring on the saddle on the left and started off.

Tina followed along behind.

She had no idea who she would please today. She could not remember all the names on the list, much less the order they were in. Canjac never gave her any clue where they were going. She only knew that some man she had offended in some why would be able to take his revenge on her.

The first time had been horrible, as she had no choice but to do what he wanted. He treated her like the slave girl she had become. She did every over and over again. She felt so glad when the courier returned her to Canjac. She was so relieved when he held her leash.

He could use her any way he wished (but he did not). He kept her bound and gagged. She was his property, and yet she felt safe when he held her leash.

She had already accepted her fate as a slave girl.

The second time had not been as bad. She began to enjoy it. She knew she was a beautiful slave girl, so why not make the most of it?

Today she looked forward to pleasing some man she barely knew. She knew at the end of the day, she would be at the end of a leash, the other end held by her master.

As a free woman she thought she knew the town very well. As a slave girl, she had no idea where she within minutes of them leaving Canjac's compound. Her whole world consisted of that chain leash running from her collar to the ring on her master's saddle.

She had no idea where they were when they arrived at their destination. As a free woman she had only used the front door to buildings. Now she was reduced in status to where she could only enter at the slave girls' entrance at the rear. Canjac dismounted to attach the end of the leash to a ring on the wall next to the door.

Within minutes she found herself being led by a French Maid up two sets of stairs. She was in the room where the man allowed slave girls to entertain him.

She knelt facing him, her knees spread apart as she offered her pussy to him.

"The rules are really quite simple. You can't hurt her in any way. No spanking, no switches, no paddles. Other than that, you can make her do anything you want."

"What if she doesn't want to do it?"

"You make a list. You write down every that she failed to do; or failed to do with enthusiasm. If she doesn't please you all the time in every way write that down.

"Her sole goal is to pay for the error of her earlier behavior. If she doesn't please, the punishment goes on."

Canjac had not specified exactly what he would do to her. Both the first two men had lengthy lists of what she had not done willingly. Of course she had done everything they said, but she did not do it fast enough, or did not do it good enough. They wanted to see her punished.

Canjac only wanted her to be submissive.

He had their lists and he threatened to use it to punish her further.

Her whole body trembled as she heard Canjac walk away. True, he had put a collar on her, but he had not punished her (except for the ritual over-the-knee spanking after she accepted a collar). She knelt in the presence of another man who would determine her fate.

He had her kneel on a low bench so he could inspect her body more carefully. He had her move her legs apart before he tied ropes between her ankles and the bench legs. He tied another set of ropes between her lower thighs and the bench legs in front. They made it impossible for her to draw her legs together.

All she could do was kneel there. The bench was designed for a purpose such as this. It was low and the legs spread far apart so someone kneeling on it could not knock it over.

All she could do was kneel there.

He slowly unbuttoned the blouse.

"You know, I've always wondered what these melons looked like."

Hooking the index finger of his right hand in the cup, he slowly peeled the white satin garment back until the tit popped out. Gently he squeezed it, rubbing the nipple between his thumb and index finger.

"Too bad Canjac would let me punish these. I've never seen a tittie more in need of a whipping."

He repeated the process with the other cup, exposing and then fondling the tit.

The clothing the buxom blonde wore was made for a slave girl. It was designed so it could be put on or taken off while the captive was bound. He removed the blouse and bra so he had an unobstructed view of those luscious melons.

Before continuing, he poured a few centimeter of forty-year-old brandy in a glass. Pulling a chair over before the captive, he sat to relish the view.

"Look at me," he said tapping his nose.

For the slave girl there was no modesty. She had to meet the gaze of the man who was stripping her.

When he had sipped half his drink, he moved around behind her. He cupped her titties with both hands again.

"Now I want you to move your body up and down until I give you the order to halt."

He kept his hands in the same position, forcing her to adjust not only the movement of her body, but its position also. Her nipples rubbed against his separated fingers.

So Tina was undergoing another session of humiliation. What about Michelle?

Canjac's men had her bound spread-eagle in the center of a training room. It was a lonely existence, but she was unaware of that as they had her blindfolded. Her only movement was that of her jaw as she sucked on the dildo in her mouth as part of her gag.

Michelle enjoyed being a slave girl, even though she did not wear a collar.

She did not wear a collar yet. That all was about to change.

There was a slave market in town. (There were several. Most of them were private affairs where slave girls of dubious origin were sold.) The slave market was largely a meat market where someone with money could buy a slave girl. Canjac shunned the main slave market because they allowed anyone in.

His operation did not warrant having his own auction house.

If he intended to sell a slave girl to the highest bidder, he would rent a room at an inn or club.

That was how he deiced to dispose of Michelle. Many men would pay an outrageous price for the privilege of putting a slave collar on a woman. There were numerous slave girls about who could be purchased at a reasonable price. It was difficult finding women who were free to begin with and would allow a man to put a collar on them.

The number of bidders was limited to four. Many would have liked to join, but Canjac limited the audience to those he trusted to take care of a slave girl. Michelle enjoyed being bound and helpless, using every part of her body to please men. It was only fitting that her master appreciate that type of subservience.

Others would be present. There had to be a notary to insure that Michelle willingly signed the papers that turned her into a slave girl. There was the auctioneer, and the waiter.

Each man would be amply compensated for his time and it would not cost Canjac a single pfenning. Michelle would pay them using her mouth. Canjac hand trained her well and given her the opportunity to practice. What better way for a young woman to prove how much she wanted to be a slave than to have service total strangers?

After leaving Tina, Canjac made his way to the "Silver Collar Club," a semi-private club where discretion was a keyword. Women who wanted to feel a rope about their body, a rubber ball in their mouth, the feel of a master who would have his way with them, this was the place these women came.

He needed a couple of French Maids for the auction. The manager agreed to supply them for a small price. He was most agreeable to whatever Canjac wanted. The man had paid an outrageous price for the use of a room, and the manager wanted him to return.

The club was almost empty when he was there. Only one customer was there, a woman wearing nothing but the white cotton panties of a free woman. Well, perhaps wearing was not the most accurate word. Someone had peeled them down below her bottomcheeks so anyone could see them. Stepping around in front her would allow anyone to see her pubic hair.

The woman's hands were bound over her head to a chain that hung down from the ceiling. Another rope about her ankles kept them together. She wore a simple cleave gag that insured her silence. A black leather blindfold kept her from seeing who watched her.

The blindfold also hid her identity.

Canjac was pretty certain that she had paid to be bound in this manner. Anyone could look, anyone could touch, and she could do nothing about it. The person who fondled her titties might be a neighbor, might be her own sister. She would not know and neither would they.

"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"

As he walked by, Canjac reached out to gently pinch a nipple.

Michelle knew what her fate was to be. After all, she had agreed to it. She had more than agreed to it. Canjac made her get down on her knees and beg for it.

She could not wait to have her own master who would take care of her. She would please him, and in return, he would keep her bound and on a leash said nothing bad happened to her. She would use her body to bring pleasure to her master. As a reward, he would bring pleasure to her. The simple fact that someone else controlled each orgasm made each so much more enjoyable.

Canjac had not arrived yet when they began to dress Michelle. A pair of French Maids did the actual work under the watchful eye of one of her master's hirelings.

The first item was the high-heeled sandals. These were white patent leather. The gloves came next. They were shoulder length white satin. There was only one other item and that was the dress.

Since Michelle was technically still a free woman, they dressed her as a free woman. The dress was ankle length, covering her entire body from her neck to her ankles. However, dress gave her no modesty at all. The material was thin, white nylon. When they had it on her, her large bosom, with the dark nipples protruding, was visible, as well as the patch of dark hair at her crotch.

Michelle might have been a free woman, but everybody knew what her fate was to be taking one look at her in that outfit.

To secure her arms behind her back, they used a black leather singleglove. The French maids brought the straps over her shoulders and under her arms before lacing it up in back. There was a steel ring at the end of the singleglove. One French Maid attached a snap at the end of a leather strap to that ring. She then passed it around in front of the beautiful captive so her sister slave could take the other end and complete its journey around her waist. The strap would naturally have been at the captive's lower hips, but they pulled it about her waist so her hips and ribcage would keep it from moving up and down. The French Maid who had fastened the first end of the strap to the singleglove moved behind Michelle. Using both hands, she pulled her arms up, forcing the captive to bend them. The second French Maid had to pull hard on the strap to get it far enough in back so she could attach the other end to the ring. Michelle had a slender waist, but the strap was short so once they had it in place, the captive could not move her arms at all.

When they finished, the beautiful brunette was totally helpless again. Popping the bright red rubber ball from her mouth, they replaced it with sizable amount of cloth. Over it day fastened adhesive tape.

Michelle was ready to meet her fate.

Canjac inspected her before they set off. That captive brunette could hardly control herself was evident as her nipples protruded through the material of the dress. She felt so helpless that she wanted Canjac to play with her titties.

She was bound as a slave girl. She would soon learn that it was her master who decided when she would have pleasure.

Canjac had a larger wagon to take him to the tavern were the auction would be held. A team of sixteen ponygirls pulled the wagon. He set his captive on the floor next to the wagon so he could climb in unencumbered. Once he had settled in, two of his men handed her up to him.

No, she did not sit on the seat. He did not have her kneel on the floor either. Instead he draped her across his lap so the highest part of her body was her bottom. He rubbed his right hand in a circular motion across one bottomcheek while the left held the reins.

Michelle had agreed a couple weeks before to be sold. She wanted no other fate than to be that of a slave girl. She knew none of the details of her sale though. Canjac had presented her with no more information than what she needed. In other words, he told her nothing.

She suspected he intended to sell her this night, though she really could not be certain. She had no idea where he took her. Sure, she had grown up in this town, but in her present position, all she could see was the floor.

Upon their arrival at the tavern, Canjac pulled out a black leather blindfold. The young woman really had no need to know where she was. Her training had to be put in the proper state of mind to be a slave girl. She desired nothing more than to use her body to bring pleasure to others with the hope that they would reciprocate and bring pleasure to her.

The blindfold consisted of a single, large pad with a strap attached on each end. He already had the ends of the strap loosely buckled together so he could slide it over her head with just one hand. He held the pad against her eyes with his left hand while the right jerked on the working end of one strap. The pad was pulled tightly against her eyes so she could see nothing.

It took a couple of minutes to get her out of the back of the carriage. While it would make more sense to put the blindfold on her after she got out, he did not want her to know what tavern they were it. Not that made the difference, but she really had no need to know.

He set her upright on the seat besides him. He climbed out of the wagon on the other side. Walking about the wagon, he moved to the side where she sat. He grabbed her by the waist to lift her in the air. Once he had her on the ground, he simply picked he up and slung her over his shoulder. Her long dark hair hung down to his knees.

He had arrived early because he wanted to insure all the arrangements were made. He had a reputation to maintain, and he wanted to maximize his profit from the sale of Michelle.

He took her to the checkroom. He still had a couple of hours before the bidding was to begin.

Canjac stood the brunette up beside the counter. The checkroom consisted of a window where money was taken and receipts given. The woman who took his money was a mistress, but all of her assistance was slave girls.

It was impossible to judge whether these slave girls were beautiful or not because no one could see enough of the face of any to make a decision. Each wore a black leather discipline helmet that covered most of the head. The long hair protruded in back in the form of a ponytail. While the narrow opening in the helmet forced the ponytail to keep its shape, a large, white bow adorned the ponytail where it emerged from the helmet.

The only part of the face that anyone could see was the eyes and nose. In front there was an oval opening that covered the eyebrows on top. The lower edge ran immediately under the nose.

The bottom of the helmet had an eight-centimeter collar that served as a posture collar. The slave girl could only see what was in front of her. To see to either side, she had to turn her body. Such an action would be immediately noted and the slave girl punished. All the slave girls who worked here knew better than to do anything other than stare straight ahead.

As soon as he had to his number, he attached it to a strap of the singleglove. So they could identify Michelle when he wanted her. On the other side of the wall where Canjac could not see her, the mistress motioned for a slave girl to take charge of the captive.

Usually slave girls were checked her, but it was not uncommon for a free woman to be treated in such a manner. The usual method of moving a slave girl was to attach a leash to the ring on her collar, but since Michelle did not wear a collar (yet), the slave girl had to improvise. Passing the chain leash about the woman's neck, she brought the end with the hook around in front of Michelle where she could hook the end to one of the links.

As she did that, Canjac slipped the blindfold from the brunette's eyes. He did not want his prized possession to be injured while walking back into the check area.

The slave girl jerked once on the leash and the captive brunette obediently followed. Once through the doorway they turned left and then right. Michelle could not help but.glance to her left and right where there appeared to be an endless succession of female bodies, some dressed, some not. All were bound in some manner.

Soon they reached Michelle's waiting spot. The slave girl turned to grab her by the arms and push her into an alcove. Protruding walls on each side made it impossible for her to see what was on her right and left. The slave girl threaded the end of the leash through a ring on the wall. When she pulled on the working end, Michelle had to step forward. The slave girl continued to pull until the beautiful captive stood with her nose only a centimeter or two from the wall. In this position, a slave girl wearing a collar would not be able to turn her head to see behind her. With the loose chain wrapped about her neck, Michelle might have been about to look behind her.

But of course she knew better than to do that.

There were a number of other chains the slave girl secured about Michelle's body before leaving her. One encircled her waist, chaining her to the wall. About passed behind her knees and a final passed under the arches of her high heels to make a complete loop.

Michelle was going nowhere until someone came to release her.

Canjac first made his was to the room to insure that everything was taking care of. The French Maids he had ordered waiting patiently, tethered, gagged and blindfolded. They were all in a side room next to the room where the actual bidding would take place. None of the other bidders had arrived here, so he had some time to kill.

It was not yet happy hour. The bar was almost empty.

Canjac bought a drink at the bar and leaned with his back to it as he surveyed the room. Some of these people the new, most of them he did not

What made this tavern unique was take a catered to an adventurous set. A man showing up with a free woman bound and gagged discovered that no one cared. That sort of thing happened here all the time. The management was under constant scrutiny by the authorities to nothing illegal was done, but there was nothing to say that a young woman could not allow her boyfriend to tie her up for the amusement of everyone. Canjac had heard that a number of bored housewives frequented displays also for much the same reason. Some came down with their husbands; some came down with their female friends. Some came looking for someone to tie them up and make good use of their physical charms.

Canjac tried to figure out if there were any women in here who met his standards of being a slave girl. It had taken less than a month to convince Michelle that she totally enjoyed being used, he had no doubt that it would take last time to convince any of these other willing creatures of the same thing.

That was when she walked into the bar.

She was only a couple of steps inside the door when a man at a table said something to her. She looked at his direction murmured something and smiled. She moved on without pausing in her staff.

Canjac stared. There was something about her smile.

She passed through the room without pausing. As suddenly as she had appeared, she had disappeared through a door.

"She's a new one. She started coming about a week ago."

Canjac glanced back at the bartender. As he did, the man set a fruity drink on the bar.

"It's her favorite."

Canjac made his way toward the doorway with a drink in each hand. He found her seated in a rather heavy wooden chair.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

She smiled up at him. Canjac tried to put the drink down but found his hands shaking.

Canjac in love!

Whoa! I bet you didn't see that when coming,