Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 1
Andrea Anderson thought herself the luckiest girl in the whole world. She had
enrolled in the Acme College of Cosmetology only the month before. She expected
to spend two years learning to make other women look half the beautiful woman
she was. What happened was unbelievable. She had struck up a conversation with
a woman who turned out to be the president of the college. She needed an
administrative assistant and offered the job to Andrea. There was even some
talk of making the beautiful blonde the college spokeswoman. She certainly fit
the image of what a beautiful, sexy woman should look like.
The beautiful blonde had no idea what the job entailed. She had no training in
this field. (Her primary experience in her 19 years had been in making herself
appear beautiful.) Debbie Lawson, her boss, still managed to keep her busy.
Sure the tasks were minimal, but Andrea was certain they would be expanded as
soon as she had some experience.
"Today we are going to meet with a woman who might enable this college to
extend some of his ancillary functions."
To be honest, Andrea had no idea what the woman meant. She brushed her long,
blonde hair over her right shoulder as she waited for a better explanation.
None was coming. She felt no concern beyond that of worrying if her makeup was
on right.
"Bring my carriage around in front. I want you to come along. It will be a
useful experience for you."
The beautiful blonde quickly ordered the carriage, and waited at the steps in
front of the college for it to arrive. Though she had a shapely body, Andrea
wore a long, black skirt with a matching jacket. Only slave girls showed off
their bodies. Andrea was dressed as any free woman would. Still, it took
little imagination to realize what a voluptuous body she had, a body much to
soft and round to be wasted on a free woman.
The carriage arrived after only a few minutes. It was less a carriage than it
was a sulky. Instead of horses, it had sixteen ponygirls, four rows and four
columns, hauling it. Each had long, dark hair formed into a ponytail that
dangled down to the middle of their fannies. They wore corsets with straps that
held up their sheer black stockings. Except for high heeled sandals, they were
naked.
Andrea walked around in front of the team. Each ponygirl in the front row wore
a set of blinders so she could not see to either side. The elaborate harnesses
made it impossible for them to turn their heads from side-to-side. All they
could do was stare straight ahead. (The ponygirls in the following rows all
wore black leather blindfolds. They did not have to see where they were going.)
These slave girls stood in the prescribed manner, legs spread far apart to show
that anyone had access to their bodies. Andrea grabbed the tits of the first,
squeezing them tightly while her fingertips played across the nipples. It took
only seconds for her to get the desired result. The slave girl's nipples became
hard and pointed as she became aroused.
Andrea moved on to the second ponygirl to repeat the torment.
The first ponygirl uttered a muffle protest (all the bitgag would allow). She
wanted the woman to continue to play with her body. (What was the use of
standing with her legs spread if no one availed themselves of her pussy?) She
was only a slave girl though. What she wanted did not matter.
Andrea had just started fondling the last ponygirl in the front row when Debbie
emerged from the building followed by a purse slave girl. Though she needed a
purse, it made no sense for her to carry it around when she had a slave girl who
could do it for her. The slave girl who followed at the end of a leash wore a
traditional black satin French maid's outfit, complete with a little white, lace
apron. Two things about the outfit though would garner anyone's immediate
attention. First, it was extremely short, the ruffled hem ending at the top of
the stockings in front, and at the bottom of her fanny in back. It was short
enough in front to tantalize any watcher with hints of what was hidden beneath
it, and short enough in back so her bottom cheeks were always visible. The
noticeable thing was the low neckline, so low in fact that her nipples were
visible in the white, lace ruffles.
Though she wore a traditional French Maid's outfit, her function was anything
but traditional except to a mistress. As a purse slave girl, she wore a special
leather belt to which Debbie had attached her purse in back. With her arms
encased in a black, leather single glove, the young captive could do nothing but
stand there. Debbie had no need to carry a purse, not as long as she had a
slave girl around to do it for her.
Debbie removed the purse from the belt, handed the end of the leash to Andrea,
then removed a blindfold and a dildo from her purse. She gave both to Andrea.
"Tether her over there, and use these on her."
Andrea fairly jumped at the chance. She envied Debbie because Debbie had the
most beautiful slave girls. This one was one of the best of an outstanding lot.
Using the leash, she led her captive to a stone wall near the entrance to the
college. There was a ring about five feet above the ground. She locked the end
of the leash to the ring.
The slave girl knew how to act. As soon as she stopped walking, she stood with
her legs spread as far apart as she could. Andrea licked her lips in
anticipation of the ecstasy she was about to cause. Slowly she inserted the
dildo into the slave girl. The slave girl's nipples, already hard and pointed
at the sight of the toy, seemed ready to explode by the time the blonde stopped
pushing.
The next item was the black leather blindfold. Andrea moved around behind the
captive to buckle it in place. The slave girl would have to stand in darkness,
holding the dildo inside her until someone came for her. If it fell out, she
would be most severely punished.
This slave girl was blue-eyed and blonde. Andrea knew she was beautiful, but
did not realize how closely she resembled the slave. She did not suspect that
this blonde slave had been her predecessor as assistant to Debbie.
The mistress had climbed into the seat of the sulky by the time Andrea
finished, and motioned for the beautiful blonde to sit beside her.
It took only a few minutes for them to reach their destination. The building
was just a couple blocks from the slave market.
"What place is this? It looks like a palace?" Andrea asked.
"It is the home of the official legate from Saphos."
"Oh, Amazons."
The Amazons had their own city, though they had missions in every city
throughout the known world. Only a few people knew that their purpose was to
find new slaves to satisfy the lusts of the Amazons. Everyone knew they were
expert slavers with a seemingly inexhaustible supply of slave girls.
Andrea had often wondered about the Amazons but had never been brave enough to
ask about them. (She certainly did not want to bring attention to herself.
With her long blonde tresses, beautiful face, and well-developed body, she would
be a prime candidate to end up wearing a slave collar. This time was different
though as she was there with Debbie. She was certain the older woman would take
care of her.)
Besides, they were inside the walls of the town. She was protected by the laws
here. No one would dare to do anything to her. She felt safe.
"Why are we . . . here?" she asked as they alighted from the sulky.
"The Amazons have certain distribution, uh, facilities, that, uh, would allow
us to explain the sale of our own cosmetic line."
What she said was such a obvious lie that she could not believe the blonde
actually believed it. Debbie decided this young woman certainly deserved her
fate.
Marlena looked upon Debbie as she would any other woman. She judged her solely
on how much she would bring in the marketplace as a slave. The price would be
considerable. Still, the tall brunette had a business proposition that would
force her to delay things. With bosoms as large as hers, she would be a welcome
addition to the slave stables in Saphos.
As Debbie and the Amazon leader talked in low voices, the blue-eyed Andrea
looked about her in amazement. Never had she seen so many slave girls in one
place, outside the slave market, at one time. There had to be dozens of slave
girls standing about. It was hard to tell the difference between one slave girl
and another, but she thought she recognized one or two of them. She wondered if
they had been enslaved by the Amazons. She quickly discarded that thought.
They were within the walls of the city. They were protected by the laws.
These thoughts ended abruptly when an Amazon slapped a three-inch wide piece of
tape across her mouth. She tried to jerk her arms up to get it off, but other
hands held her arms behind her back. She felt the rope encircle her wrists but
paid no attention to it. Her thoughts were on the white, and satin slave hood
being pulled down over her head. It was double thickness with a pink, satin
drawstring. Once the ribbon was pulled and tied in a bow, no light at all could
get through to her eyes.
Unseen hands pushed her to her knees. She felt them tying her elbows together,
and only realized then that her hands were bound behind her. She twisted and
pulled, but the knots held. She was a helpless prisoner. The ropes about her
upper arms, just above the elbows were pulled, drawing her elbows together.
When the touch of her captoresses' hands disappeared, the position of her arms
remained unchanged. She was incapable of moving her arms much at all.
Still, they continued to apply ropes to her body. She felt one encircle both
her upper arms and her chest. There were several passages about her body,
securing her bound arms against her back. She twisted her body back and forth
in a vain attempt to get free. Nothing she did helped gain her any freedom.
Next, the hands pushed her downwards so she sat on her calves. Only then did
she realized that her legs were bound too, one set of ropes about her ankles
another about her lower thighs. She felt them do something to the ropes about
her chest and the ones about her ankles.
When the hands withdrew, she struggled to get free, but she had been bound by
Amazons. There was no escape. Still, she had to struggle. She twisted,
pulled, and squirmed, all to no avail. Her futile struggles caused her
captoresses to erupt into laughter. She pleaded with them to release her, bu
the tape gag insured she made no sounds anyone would want to listen to.
A foot pressing against her back sent her falling forward on her front. For a
second she stopped struggling. When she started anew, she discovered that her
feet were pulled back behind her. She jerked several times without being able
to get free. She knew she was hogtied with no chance of escape.
"So what is this business proposition you have for us?"
"As you no doubt know, my College of Cosmetology has the most beautiful women
as students."
"That is why there are so many of us in this town. Many of your students never
arrive here."
"That is your problem. I'm sure you enslave a few here in town, but not as
many as you would wish. For a percentage of the profits, I let you pick
whichever you want. The problem is that you cannot have too many students
disappear without drawing attention to your operation. I can fix that."
That aroused the Amazons interest. While there were many ways of getting a
captive out of the city, they had to limit themselves to a choice few to keep
from drawing attention to their operation.
"How?"
"It is simple. When you enslave a woman, she simply disappears. There is no
record, and though people may look, they never find anything. If too many
disappear though, there may be too much interest. My college has the most
beautiful women attending it. They come from all over, and after they graduate,
they take jobs all over. You simply tell me whom you want. When you take her
captive, I have the paper work in place that shows that she took a job in some
other town. This will drive searchers looking in all directions. They will
simply think most are too frivolous to write. It is a perfect setup."
While this discussion was going on, the beautiful blonde was trying her best to
escape. She thrashed back and forth on the floor, hoping to find somewhere to
get loose and to get out of there. Had she been a collared slave girl, they
would have punished her severely for trying to escape. Since she was only on
her way to slavery, they would tolerate her actions. Escape was impossible, all
her captoresses knew that. The blonde would be a most submissive slave girl
once she accepted that thought.
"The coach is here."
"You have to promise not to reveal any of our secrets," Marlena warned Debbie.
This was a backup plan for expedient movement. She did not trust Debbie to tell
her all their secrets. Whatever the tall brunette might write down or tell
anyone else would be worthless.
The coach made a stop at a nearby tavern in case there were any passengers
wanting to board. Sometimes there were, but it did not matter. The coach
blocked the view of anyone not inside the Amazon's headquarters. That was the
plan.
Without a word being said, one Amazon cut the rope that held the beautiful
blonde in a hogtie. As soon as Andrea's feet came down to the floor, two pairs
of hands grabbed her by the bound arms to pull her to her feet. A fourth Amazon
bent down a little before slinging the helpless captive over her shoulder.
Quickly she carried her outside.
Andrea wanted to resist, but there was nothing she could do about it. She was
still helplessly bound. If she could not escape on her own, she knew they would
never let her get free while they were about her.
Two Amazons hurried out ahead of the rest of the party. With special keys they
turned recessed bolts in the sides of a projection on the back of the coach.
The back lowered to form something resembling a table. The Amazon carrying the
helpless bundle tossed her in. The blonde's bound feet tried to kick but it did
no good. Grabbing her feet, she tossed them inside. Quickly she raised the
front of the box. The two worked their keys, securing the board in place. The
coach looked no different than it had before, only this time there was a
sensuous bundle of femininity locked inside.
"So that is how you get women out of town," said Debbie, surprised at the
simplicity of this. She had no need of the Amazons. Something as simple as
this, she should have thought of it herself.
"This is just one of the ways we have. It is simple and does not require
planning. We have other ways. We can use bulk methods if we have a dozen or
two."
"A dozen or two?"
"Remember that 'Miss Glamor Queen Contest' last year? The contestants all left
town suddenly."
"You caused that? We wondered what happened to them. We had several students
who were contestants. Where are they?"
"Various places. Here and there. We shipped some back to Saphos. The others,
while beautiful and sexy, did not meet our standards. Most of them are still
here in town, though I have no idea where they are. We do not keep records
about them once we sell them."
She did not have to add that no one would recognize a slave girl as a former
free woman. The best anonymity of slave girls was to put them in public in
extremely abbreviated, extremely sexy attire. All they noticed were the supple
boobs and long legs. No one noticed a slave girl.
"Shall we go? I am certain lovely Andrea will feel lonely without our
attention."
Lovely Andrea's ride in the back of the coach did not last long as their
destination for her was the Amazon camp outside the city's walls. While it
ostensibly served as a transfer point for slavers, it also was the enslaving
point. Women brought outside the walls, such as Andrea, or lured out, or in
some other means falling into the hands of the Amazons, would arrive there.
Properly collared, they could be brought into the town as slave girls.
The coach stopped at the bottom of the grade where the slavers had their camp.
The Amazons were not the only slavers present outside the walls of the city.
They also were not the largest dealers.
The coach stopped for just a few minutes to see if there were any passengers
wanting to get on there. Hidden from the town's guard posts by the tents, it
was easy for the Amazons to open the hidden compartment. Most times it was
empty, but a few times a week it held a squirming, helpless bundle.
Andrea knelt in the center of the road, the satin hood insuring that she had no
idea where she was or what was going on. Once the coach was gone so no
passengers could see what they did, two Amazons drew the captive blonde to her
feet. One squatted a little to get her over her left shoulder. Carefully she
made her way into one of the tents.
Since she had no idea who had sent this woman to them, she took her to a
special holding area. In a smaller tent to the side there were special "bondage
boxes." The attendant opened one at the Amazon's approach. The two lowered
Andrea's body to the ground, then turned it so she faced the box. She yielded
without much of a struggle as they pushed her to her knees. She knelt on the
floor of the box with her throat against the semicircular groove cut in the top.
The attendant closed the back up, so another groove came against the back of the
blonde's neck, trapping her head in a circle of wood. The latches were closed
and the padlocks applied. (True there was no way for the captive to get out
even without the padlocks, but by adding them, they added to the captive's
abject sense of helplessness.)
"Let's see what this one looks like," one said as she stepped around in front
of the captive. Loosening the drawstring, she pulled the satin hood off. "Oh,
this one is nice!"
"I agree. We are going to have fun playing with her."
Giggling, the two left, leaving Andrea alone. The blonde tried once again to
get free, but now there were additional levels of bondage holding her captive.
Escape was impossible. Not only did the ropes keep her prisoner, but now she
was locked into a wooden box. Even had she not been bound, she could not have
escaped.
She tried to look to one side then the other, but discovered that was
impossible. Raised pieces on the sides of the holes pressed against her jaw
bone. She could not turn her head without having a sharp edge dig into her
flesh. She had to be content to stare at the side of the tent before her.
After an indeterminable period, two women appeared before her. She recognized
one from the Amazon headquarters. She thought she was the one in charge.
"Prepare her for some entertainment."
The beautiful blonde had no way of knowing what she meant by "entertainment."
Little did she realize that the "entertainment" would be her submission.
She had other things to think about at the time. The second Amazon, the one
she did not recognize, slipped a leather blindfold from her belt. Since it was
loosely buckled, all she had to do was slip it over the blonde's head and pull
on the working end to tighten it. This blindfold consisted of a pair of leather
pads with the insides lined with foam rubber. When the Amazon tightened the
strap, it pressed the leather pads against Andrea's beautiful face, forcing the
foam rubber to compress to the contours of her face. She could see nothing, and
bound as she was, she could not remove the blindfold either.
She heard the sounds of the padlock being opened, followed by a cool breeze as
the box was opened. The pressure of the wood about her neck eased so she could
move. She did not though. She intended to remain right where she was as long
as possible. That totaled five seconds. Hands dragged her out and to her feet.
Once again she found herself slung over someone's shoulder and carried to some
unknown destination.
Unceremoniously, she landed on her bottom on the ground. She fell backwards,
but immediately sat upright. That position lasted only a few seconds as a rope
about her ankles provided a method of drawing her feet in the air. Higher and
higher her feet went. Once all her legs were drawn off the floor, her bottom
was pulled up. Her weight rested on her shoulders, but not for long. Less than
a minute after being dumped on the floor, she hung upside down by the feet.
That was when the Amazon went to work with a disrobing knife. The hooked knife
was razor sharp so she could slip it under the material and cut it without
scratching the soft flesh. To get some of the material out from beneath the
ropes required some tugging and cutting, but the Amazon was used to this job.
It took her less than five minutes to have the blonde completely naked.
Being blindfolded, Andrea could not see who was in the room. On the far side,
a pair of pony girls waited. Each wore a leather corset that had special
sleeves so the wearer's arms could be secured to her side. Though each leather
garment came almost to the throat, a pair of large holes allowed the large bosom
to stick through. The pony girls wore blinders so they had no idea what was
happening. There only function was to do what their mistress demanded.
Disobeying meant punishment. They always obeyed.
The two were hitched to a special cart with a vertical pillory on it. The
Amazon first brought the team of pony girls over near Andrea. She easily lifted
the captive blonde in the air and set her down on the cart. Pushing her head
forward and down, she got her throat against the bottom curve of the pillory.
With her left hand on the back of the blonde's head to hold it down, she put the
upper piece in position.
"Giddy up," the Amazon said as she flicked the end of a long-handled whip
against the bare bottom of the nearer pony girl. The naked captive jumped
forward. Her teammate started forward at the same time, but that did not stop
her from receiving a stinging blow to a supple bottom cheek. The Amazon used
the reins to guide them from the tent, across a small open space, and into
another tent.
Pulling back on the reins, she brought the team to a halt. Quickly she freed
Andrea's head, but immediately pulled her to her feet. When she had the captive
positioned under a rope, she put her down. She tied the end of this dangling
rope to the blonde's wrists (so there was no way she could reach the knots.)
Quickly she cut the ropes holding her arms to her body. She could now swing her
bound arms about, but with her legs tied, she could not go any where. With her
job done, she returned to work.
Marlena and Debbie were outside examining a group of slave girls who knelt
submissively at their feet. Though completely bound, they were not gagged.
Each knelt with her tongue sticking out so the two women could inspect them.
Each young woman had her elbows bound behind her back by a leather strap that
ran from one upper arm to the other so they could not pull their hands forward.
A set of manacles between their wrists kept them from pulling their hands back.
Each hand cupped a large boob, pushing them together and up, an offering to
their mistresses.
"You say these are not experienced slave girls?" Debbie said as she studied
the protruding tongue of a cherry blonde.
"This time yesterday they were free women. Now all they care about is pleasing
us."
The two made their choices and watched as all four were silenced with ballgags.
Black leather blindfolds were added. An attendant took the two chosen into the
tent where Andrea waited.
The remaining two were dragged to their feet and repositioned so they knelt
facing each other. The two knew what torment awaited them, so they did not have
to be told to spread their knees as far apart as they could. An Amazon removed
the straps and then opened one end of the manacles. As soon as her hand was
free, each captive put her manacled hand behind her back, and let her other hand
be guided down between her sister's slave's legs. The manacle that was attached
to the wrist behind the back ran down to the hand between her legs. The naked
captives were busy fingering each other even before the gags were removed. When
the Amazon pushed the two heads together, the two began a lengthy, sensuous kiss
with constant tongue action.
"In a couple of days they will be happy to please any woman," Marlena said with
a chuckle. Some would spend months practicing on other women, then be abruptly
sold to men. It was a delightful way to punish an enemy.
The two entered the tent. A slave girl in an abbreviated, black satin French
Maid's outfit waited behind a bar. A couple of Amazons stood at the far
entrance testing leather paddles. The two slave girls they had chosen knelt in
front of their seats. The center of attention was Andrea, standing helplessly
in the room.
"Have a seat while I get the festivities going."
Debbie sat down. In less than a minute she was moaning in pleasure as the
cherry blonde buried her face in her crotch.
Marlena was not idle. Selecting a leather slave collar from the extensive
collection in a box against the tent wall, she turned to Andrea. A nod of the
head told one of the Amazons to remove the blindfold.
"Whether you like it or not, Andrea, you are about to become a slave girl. I
will be most generous about it though. We can easily force you to beg for it,
but I am willing to let you avoid unnecessary punishment. All you have to do is
agree to be a slave girl."
The beautiful blonde angrily shook her head.
"I was hoping you would say that." Another nod. The Amazon picked up a
leather paddle and moved into position behind the blonde. "Wait a minute."
Turning to Debbie she asked, "Would you like to be the one to start the ritual."
"Yes!" The tall brunette bounded to her feet, adjusting her clothing as she
crossed the tent to where the blonde waited. Behind her an Amazon popped a ball
gag into the mouth of the waiting slave girl. The slavers knew that if you gave
a captive no freedom at all, she would quickly decide that escape was
impossible.
The young blonde was unable to resist at all. Bound and tethered as she was,
it was impossible for her to move about. With her legs bound together, she
might have been able to spin about (had she thought of it),. But it would have
done no good at all. She was destined to be spanked by this woman who had
arranged for her to be turned into a slave girl.
"Here, this will make it easier for you."
One of the Amazon's grabbed a ring dangling down from overhead. So occupied
was she with her bondage, helplessness, and total nudity, that Andrea had not
noticed it. The rope to which the ring was attached ran through a mechanism
overhead. This mechanism included a set of pulleys. As the woman pulled down
on the ring, the rope drew Andrea's hands in to the air. She bent her knees a
little, sticking her bottom out.
She was in the perfect position for a spanking.
Debbie stood next to the captive blonde so her left side was pressed against
Andrea's. Her left arm went around her waist to hold the target steady. That
left her right hand free to spank her.
"Could I have a paddle, or something?"
"Do it without. It is much more fun with bare hand to bare bottom."
Debbie glanced down at the white fanny to her left and below her. Grinning she
looked up and nodded.
Slap.
Andrea's body jerked a little. The pain was not too bad, but she knew it would
get worse. Slap. Slap.
She tried to move her feet about, but bound as she was, Debbie had no trouble
choosing the target area.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
The spanking had turned form uncomfortable to slight pain. She was unable to
see what was happening, but her pristine white bottom cheeks were turning a warm
rosy color under the constant blows.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Andrea twisted and tugged at her bondage, but nothing she did allowed her to
stop her punishment.
Finally Debbie tired. (After all, she was not an Amazon. She lacked the
stamina, the heart, the practice.) She backed away, still staring at the
helpless blonde.
"I would have to say that warmed her up a bit."
Marlena approached the captive with a leather slave collar in her right hand.
She held it up for Andrea to see.
"This is your slave collar. We can avoid any further unpleasantness if you
agree to get down on your knees, crawl over to me, and place you neck in this
collar as a symbol of you submission."
The blonde did not want to be a slave girl. Others were supposed to please
her. She was not meant to go around serving the pleasure of others. Violently,
she shook her head. Monica grabbed her chin tightly so she had to stare into
her eyes.
"I was hoping that would be your answer."
She returned to her seat. She leaned forward to removed the gag from the
kneeling slave girl at her feet. This naked captive immediately plunger her
face into the Amazon's crotch. Marlena's hands clutched at her head. So ardent
was this new slave girl's efforts to avoid further punishment, that the Amazon
had trouble concentrating on the task at hand. She nodded in the direction of
one of the Amazons. "Let the games begin."
