Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter Two
"The rules of your submission are quite simple," the Amazon told the captive
blonde as she grabbed her by the face with her left hand, cupping Andrea's chin
with four fingers on one side and her thumb on the other. She held on tightly
so the beautiful captive could not move her head at all. She was not being
unnecessarily cruel. She knew that it was important to convince a slave girl of
her helplessness from the very beginning. Once she was docile, she would try so
much harder to please.
The Amazon held the black leather paddle up against Andrea's chest with her
right hand. The punishment device was too low and the Amazon's hand was
blocking her view, so the blonde could not see it well, but she felt it as the
woman rubbed the edge of the lather device up and down across her bare nipples.
"We will spank you until you want to be a slave girl. Oh, you will want to be a
slave girl in just a few minutes but it is not that easy to earn a collar.
Before you can do that, you have to willingly stick your butt out for one
hundred swats. If you do not bend over on your own so your bottom sticks out,
the swat does not count. Simple is it not?" The woman raised the paddle to let
it caress the blonde's left cheek. Andrea tried to turn her face away, but
could not. There was nothing she could do, bound as securely as she was. The
Amazon knew her business.
"Do you understand these rules?" The captive blonde shook her head as much as
the Amazon would allow. It was not that she did not understand the Amazon's
threats. (Even an air head such as Andrea understood the rules of her
submission.) She shook her head in protest of what they were about to do to
her. Still, she was in no position to stop them.
"Position," the Amazon announced. "When you want to submit, bend down when you
hear that word. Let those titties of your dangle down while you ass sticks
out." She waited a full second (to give the blonde time to comply, though she
would have been surprised if she had). A ring dangled down from overhead. It
was suspended from one end of a rope. The rope ran through a complicated set of
pulleys before dropping down a meter away, ending up at the blonde's bound
wrists. By pulling down on that ring, she forced the rope to roll through the
pulleys. As the rope grew longer where she stood, it became shorter where it
ran down to Andrea's hands. Slowly the rope drew her bound hands into the air,
forcing her to bend over. In seconds, she stood with her head bowed, the end of
her long blonde tresses on a pool on the floor. Her knees were bent as best she
could. Her bare bottom stuck out, ready for a spanking.
If the Amazon let go of the ring, it would remain locked into place. There were
two ways to unlock it. If she jerked down a second time on the ring, the rope
would become free so it could pass through the system of pulleys, allowing the
blonde to stand upright. A second method was to release the lock on the pulleys
by stepping on a pedal on the floor. Though she used the foot pedal, she did
not let go of the ring. She knew it would take a dozen or more swats on the
fanny to get the captive blonde to acknowledge her submission. No woman ever
passed through this punishment without begging to be a slave girl. The sooner
Andrea submitted, the sooner the fun would begin.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
The first blow landed squarely across both bottomcheeks. As the Amazon drew
the paddle back for the next blow, she saw the white flesh began to turn pink
where the leather had landed. After two or three blows, all the flesh in the
target area showed tinges of pink. The blonde would have found it most
uncomfortable to sit down, but fortunately, slave girls spent their time
kneeling instead of sitting.
Nothing the blonde did, kept the Amazon from beating her with the leather
paddle. She tried to keep from sticking her bottom out so far, but the strain
on her shoulder became too great. She had to bend over, and though it might
have been her imagination, it seemed to her that her bottom was sticking out far
in this position.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
The Amazon knew her job. She made certain that each blow landed on a new spot.
They wanted to spread the sore area around. Later it would be impossible to
find a spot that was not a rosy shade of red.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
Without warning the Amazon quit, handing the paddle to another woman who took
her place. They were professional slavers who knew what they were doing. The
first Amazon would rest up while the other two replaced her. The severity of
the blonde's punishment would never slacken because her tormentor had grown
tired.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
Debbie quickly lost interest in the proceedings before her. The slave girl on
her knees with her face between her legs had a bright red fanny from her
spanking. She did not want another spanking on top that. The slave's tongue
stuck out as far as she could, and moved as quickly as she could. She was
rapidly learning to be a good little slave girl.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
The third Amazon replaced the second. The delay between swats was only a
couple of seconds. Andrea's head hung down limply with her long blonde tresses
streaming down each side of face. She saw nothing but the ground before her.
She was not aware that the woman smacking her behind was not the one who had
started.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
What else could the buxom blonde do but submit?
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
The Amazons would continue spanking Andrea with that terrible leather paddle
until she did what they wanted. Nothing she did would stop them from punishing
her further.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
The first Amazon resumed her place in line, noting with satisfaction that the
blonde's bottom was bright red. She knew from experience that her resistance
would not last much longer. All Amazons had a low opinion of blondes, assuming
that all were fit for nothing but a slave collar. No future slave girl, blonde
or brunette, ever lasted long under this type of punishment.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
Andrea wanted them to stop. She was willing to do anything to get them to
stop. She tried begging through the gag, but that failed. "Mmmmmmmmm." Not
only could no one understand her, no one heard her.
"Position." Whop! "Position!" Whop! "Position." Whop!
Her bottom throbbed with each blow. She knew she had no choice. She would
rather be a slave girl than to have them beat her fanny.
"Position." The beautiful blonde bent over without the Amazon having to pull
down on the ring. Her butt stuck out. Whop! "One."
Debbie completely missed the first blow that counted as she was in the throes
of another orgasm (her eighth). By the time she was aware of what was going on
before her, Andrea had already helped several times with her punishment.
"Position." Whop! "Seven. Position." Whop. "Eight. Position."
The Amazons continued to rotate, so the spanker was always fresh. If anything,
the force of the blows increased once the buxom blonde yielded to their demands.
The entire process of turning a woman into a slave girl was based on making it
so she would be willing to do whatever they demanded. She would know she had
helped them beat her into submission. That knowledge would help turn her into a
submissive slave girl.
"Marlena, we have visitors."
The Amazon leader was several orgasms ahead of her partner, but she seemed
unaffected. An Amazon had such experience being "serviced" by slave girls that
there were few that were really memorable.
"Position." Whop! "Thirty-eight. Position."
The three women who came through the opening were all Amazons, which was
clearly evident by the black leather outfits they wore, and the various bondage
accessories attached to their belts. (An Amazon always had to be ready for
"targets of opportunity." Who knows when they might come across a shop clerk or
school teacher who would be much more beautiful wearing a slave collar (and
little else))?
"Nadia. What are you and Lori and Becky doing here?"
Nadia brushed her waist-length black hair over her right shoulder as she
glanced in Debbie's direction. The implication was clear. She doubted this
non-Amazon should hear what she had to say.
"Business."
"You can talk in front of Debbie. We are business partners. I think you are
going to find this proposal quite to your liking."
While Debbie took the words at face value, the Amazons knew that Marlena meant
to turn her into a slave girl. Whatever she said would not go further. As a
slave girl Debbie's mouth would be silenced with a gag.
"Nancy Leigh is heading this way. We are beefing up our defenses to try to
stop her."
"Damn!" The four Amazons erupted into laughter.
"What?"
"There is a group out there called 'Dominant Anti-Amazon Mistresses.' We call
them 'Daam.'"
"Oh." Debbie still had no clue what was going on. She relied on her looks and
forceful personality to succeed. With her beautiful face and voluptuous body,
she was exactly what the Amazons looked for, and it certainly was not as a
business partner.
"Do you remember about a year ago in Nexttown, there was a riot against the
Amazons?" Debbie nodded. She did remember that. "Nancy was the one behind it.
Daam has the theory that Amazons make the best slave girls. They convinced the
townspeople that they were right. Everyone turned on the Amazons."
"I think we lost about half the Amazons in the town," Becky chimed in. "I was
there. I escaped through a secret passage under the town's walls."
"So you think she is coming here."
The three nodded. "Lori and I are going to find jobs as whip mistresses.
Becky is going to open a Bondage Shop without letting on that she is an Amazon.
If Daam is up to anything, we will hear about it. When they make plans to help
her arrive, we will be ready."
"Oh, you were not fast enough on that one. Position." Their attention was
drawn back to the captive blonde who had failed to stick her bottom out fast
enough to suit the Amazon. That blow was as hard as the others, but did not
count.
Whop! "Thirty-eight. Position."
Andrea received the remaining sixty-two swats on her fanny with no mishaps.
Every time she heard the command "position" she bent her knees slightly so her
bottom protruded, making it a ripe and tempting target. The Amazons were quick
to avail themselves of it with the paddle. They believed a blonde served two
functions. One was to have her face between your legs. The other was to stick
her ass out so they could spank it.
The blonde's head hung down at the conclusion. The Amazon who had administered
the last four swats grabbed her long tresses to pull her head back so the
captive could see her. "Do you want to be a slave girl? Or do we start over?"
The blonde nodded weakly. Anything was better than having her fanny beaten like
this.
The Amazon let go of her hair, letting Andrea's head drop back down. Moving
around behind the captive, she cut the ropes binding her thighs and ankles
together. Her hands and arms remained bound behind her back. As a slave girl
she might be able to move about a little, but she would not be allowed any
degree of freedom.
The Amazon then untied the knot at the end of the rope. This rope had served
not only to keep the captive in that one place and to provide a means of forcing
her to bend over, it also kept her upright. Once support from the rope was
gone, Andrea fell to her knees.
"Crawl over here, Blondie. I have a present for you."
Andrea looked up. Marlena held a black leather slave collar in her hands. She
did not want to be a slave girl, but neither did she want another spanking like
the one she had just endured. She knew she had no choice. Slowly she moved
across the floor on her knees. Each knee moved forward only a couple of
centimeters, but with each centimeter she drew closer to her own doom.
"Put your throat right here." Marlena's right hand held one end of the collar.
Her left hand supported the other end with her index finger pointed to the
center.
She lowered her head, placing her throat against the leather band. The Amazon
brought her knees together to pin her head into position. There was no backing
out now. The beautiful blonde was going to be a slave girl. Marlena held the
leather strap in place with one hand, while her other hand pulled Andrea's long,
blonde tresses out of the way. Once the nape of her neck was clear, the Amazon
buckled the ends of the strap together, using a small padlock to insure that it
did not come off unless se wanted it to.
When she was done, Marlena released the grip she had on the blonde's head with
her knees. Andrea had no chance for freedom though as the mistress grabbed her
by her long tresses to pull her head up and closer to her face.
"Now things get interesting. You will make a most beautiful slave girl."
Turning her head toward one of the Amazons she added, "Get her dressed and bound
in a suitable fashion."
The kneeling blonde turned her head to see who came up behind her, but her
movements were too slow. The Amazon slipped a black leather blindfold over her
head. The twin pads covered her eyes so no light at all got through. Once the
woman pulled the strap at the back of her head, the blindfold was tightly
fastened to her head. She could see nothing.
She felt them fumbling with her collar as they attached the end of a leash. No
orders were given to her as none were necessary. She was only a slave girl.
She had only to obey. They dragged her to her feet. Hands turned her about
while another pulled on the leash.
Andrea looked very much like the obedient slave girl she was becoming as she
followed the Amazon at the end of the leash. Resistance was impossible, and
even if she managed to break free, what could she do? She was stark naked,
bound, gagged, and blindfolded. Anyone she chanced upon would not hesitate to
turn her into a slave girl. There was nothing she could do but obey.
"Stop. Spread your legs wide apart. Further. Further! Now bend over keeping
your knees straight."
The buxom blonde was afraid that she was in for another spanking in that
position, but this Amazon had a new torment in mind for her. With the blindfold
covering her eyes, the blonde captive could not see the mistress select a rather
large rubber dildo from a box. She walked around behind the naked captive.
With her left hand she grabbed a fistful of hair to keep the captive under
control. With her right she moved the dildo between the blonde's legs and into
her from behind.
"Mmmmmmmmmfffttt!!!"
Andrea wanted to straighten up to keep the woman from finishing the job of
inserting the shaft in her, but she could not. As her head came up, the woman
twisted her hair, pulling down as she did. Andrea managed to get her head up a
few inches, but she remained bent over as her mistress had demanded.
"Now I want you to remain bent over like that until I tell you otherwise."
The Amazon removed the blindfold. Though the beautiful blonde had worn it for
only a few minutes, it took a whole minute for her eyes to adjust to the light.
Andrea looked about her. It was very evident that she was in some sort of
slave quarters. This part of the tent had a wooden wall running along the long
side. Tethered to ring mounted in it were half a dozen slave girls in various
degrees of undress and bondage. All were turned to look at her. Andrea guessed
she looked very ridiculous in that position. They could not see the dildo
protruding from her (though they had no doubt seen the Amazon insert it). From
where they stood they could see her large boobs dangling down.
There were several objects in the room that the captive beauty was afraid to
look at. Most were wooden with leather straps. She knew they were instruments
of torture for some poor unfortunate slave girl. She was afraid that if she
looked at them, someone might want to try one of them out on her. Her bottom
still burned by her spanking. She would do anything to keep from being spanked
again.
The Amazon returned with several hangers containing the skimpiest (and most
sensuous) clothing the blonde had ever seen. She hung them neatly from a
garment rack not far away where the blonde stood bend over. Approaching her
blonde captive, she reattached the en of the chain leash to the ring on the
front of her collar.
"Okay, Blondie, over here."
The captive beauty straightened up. It was evident that she was to follow,
even if it meant the dildo might fall out. She walked the few meters across the
floor with her legs spread apart. The movement of those most sensitive parts
of her body on the dildo made her aroused. She struggled again with the ropes
binding her arms behind her back, not this time in any thoughts of escaping, but
in frustration at being able to get that dildo deep inside her.
A pair of wood posts were solidly mounted in the ground. The Amazon led her
near one of them so she could grab the end of a chain hanging down from a ring.
At the end of the chain there was a clasp which she brought up to the blonde's
slave collar. She attached it to a ring on the side of the collar. Now that
the captive was tethered again, she removed the leash from the ring in front.
From there she walked to the other post to get the chain hanging down. It
attached to the ring on the left side of the collar.
This left Andrea tethered between the two posts without the ability to move
more than a few centimeters in any direction. The Amazon was far from finished
with her. Grabbing the blonde's right leg just below the knee, she pulled it
out a half meter. Quickly she looped a leather cuff about the captive's ankles.
This cuff had a metal ring that was attached to a short chain that ran to a
similar chain on the post.
Though her legs were being spread far apart, Andrea had other things to think
about. She was worried what the reaction would be if the dildo fell out of her.
She tightened every muscle to try to hold it in. (It dawned on her why slave
girls always had flat stomachs. She guessed them spent a lot of time using
muscles she never thought about having.)
The Amazon grabbed her left leg, pulling it outwards just as she had the right.
She had the cuff almost on when the dildo fell out with a dull thud.
"Oh! I think someone is looking for another hundred swats on the fanny."
The Amazon finished securing the cuff in position, then set about shortening
the chain. As her legs went apart, the blonde's head went lower. The Amazon
continued shortening the chains and drawing the blonde's legs further apart,
until the chains to the slave collar were taut.
"Are you ready for you punishment?" The captive could not see that the woman
had picked up the dildo as she stood up. She held it behind her back so Andrea
could not see it.
The blonde answered with a series of mumbled pleadings. She did not want
another spanking. While her bottom was sore, she was certain that with her legs
spread this far apart, there more inviting targets for the woman to strike.
"Perhaps we can work a deal." The blonde nodded vigorously. She was willing
to do anything to keep from being spanked again. The Amazon ripped the tape
from her mouth. "Kiss me. Hard. With your mouth open, and use lots of tongue."
With the tape removed from her face the captive beauty could have screamed out
for help. (Of course no one would have helped her. And she would have been
punished, but all that did not occur to her.) To keep the blonde silenced, the
Amazon planted her mouth on Andrea's. The young captive had no choice but to
respond as she had been ordered. Her lips parted. Before she could move her
tongue outwards, she felt the woman's between her lips.
The blonde pressed her face forward against the woman's mouth. If she had to
kiss another woman, fi she had to kiss another woman passionately to keep from
being spanked again, she would do it.
"Mmmmmmm." Andrea moaned a cry that was far difficult from those she had while
being spanked and gagged. The Amazon had her right hand up between her legs.
She let her fingers play across the blonde's pussy, then plunged her index
finger inside.
Andrea's body stiffened. She tried to pull her head back, but the Amazon kept
her from doing that. As her head moved back the Amazon's moved forward, her
tongue continually extended, always probing into Andrea's mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmm." The second moan was a little more passionate than the first.
Andrea was becoming aroused by this skillful manipulation of her body. She
wanted to find some sort of release for her passion, but the ropes that held her
captive kept her from doing anything except through her lips. She felt the
Amazon's tongue within her mouth. Hers moved past the mistress's lips, finding
new joy with a woman that she never could have imagined the day before.
Suddenly the Amazon pulled back slightly. The hand that had been between the
blonde's legs grabbed her face, finger tips pushing the cheeks in between her
teeth so she had to keep her mouth open to keep from biting herself. The other
hand thrust the dildo past the open lips. "Suck it clean, or I will give you
another spanking."
Andrea looked down at the end of the dildo protruding from her mouth. A minute
before it had been stuck in her, now it resided in her mouth. The juice on it,
she knew, was her own. She did not want another spanking. She rubbed her
tongue all over it to make it clean. Sucking on the end of the shaft, she drew
it a little further into her mouth. She knew she was well on her way to
becoming a most obedient slave girl.
The Amazon wasted no time in getting the blonde dressed as a slave girl. The
first garment was a garter belt. This was pink satin with white satin ruffles.
She looped it about the slender waist, adjusted it, and reset it so it rested on
her hips. The mistress then turned her attention to the sheer black stockings,
releasing one leg at a time so she could pull the sheer garment up each leg. As
she pulled her hands slid up the blonde's legs, pulling all wrinkles out so each
stocking was on perfectly. The Amazon then adjusted the length of the straps
before attaching the tabs to the tops of the stockings. She repeated the
process a second and then a third time to insure that they were on perfectly.
When she finished with each leg, she reattached the leather cuff so Andrea was
forced to stand with her legs spread.
The panties were black satin bikini briefs. (Okay, so the black did not match
the rest of attire. It would match certain bondage accessories the woman
intended to add. More important, it insured that anyone who saw shiny, black,
knew they saw her panties. Andrea knew that too. She would assume that anyone
looking at her was admiring her panties. Of course, there were other reasons
for putting panties on a slave girl, but the blonde was too concerned about
sucking the dildo clean to think of them.)
The skirt was very abbreviated. It was pink satin and flared to insure that
the wear was showing her panties (or bare bottom) whenever she moved. In front,
the hem came to the top of the stockings. It provided some modesty, but was
still extremely short. In back in was an inch short of the bottom of her
buttocks. Thus anyone could see her panties where they completed the curved of
her bottom and disappeared between her legs.
The halter top was made of the same pink satin as the skirt. It was made in
such a way that it pushed the wearer's titties together and up. Andrea's
already large boobs were made to look even bigger. The Amazon grabbed the
blonde's tits through the material, massaging the nipples with both hands until
both were hard and pointed.
The shoes were pink, patent leather sandals with six-inch heels. One strap
went about the ankle, another across the top of her foot. The special buckles
had locks built in. Once they were on her feet, Andrea would not be able to
take them off.
Next came a black leather belt that was three inches wide. (It, and her slave
collar, matched her panties.) The Amazon tightened it about Andrea's slender
waist. In front there were three small buckles. Each had a built-in lock.
Once the belt was fastened about her waist, it was not coming off without
assistance (and who in their right mind would help a slave girl escape).
Secured to the belt in back was a large D-ring. The Amazon quickly moved behind
her captive. With a short rope she tied the blonde's right arm to the ring.
With another she tied her left. Only then did she cut the ropes binding her
wrists and elbows together. With these two new ropes, the captive was still as
helplessly bound as before.
The Amazon crossed the tent to a large wardrobe containing various items
suitable only for a slave girl to wear. Selecting a pair of shoulder-length,
pink satin gloves that matched the rest of her attire. The woman tossed them
over her shoulder. With a wicked smile on her face, she returned to the blonde
captive.
"Are you doing a good job?" The blonde nodded. The Amazon grabbed the end of
the dildo where it protruded from the blonde's mouth. She twisted back and
forth as she slid it in and out. "I expect this thing to be completely clean.
I am certain you have a lot of experience with the real thing, so this should be
easy for you."
Walking around behind the helpless captive, she cut the rope securing her right
arms to the ring on the belt. The blonde had no freedom at all as the Amazon
twisted her arm so she could put the satin glove on her right arm. She took the
same care in putting it on as she did with the stockings. When she finished,
the Amazon twisted the blonde's arm back into the original position. Quickly
she retied the rope. She then repeated the process for her left arm this time
tying a knot so her wrists crossed.. With both arms encased in pink satin, she
applied another rope to the blonde's wrists. When she was done, Andrea's
crossed wrists were bound together at her waist. What she did not realize was
the rope, D-ring and leather belt conspired to keep her hands at waist-level.
She could not use her hands to protect her bottom.
The Amazon moved around in front of the captive. Without a word she jerked the
dildo from the blonde's mouth. Again she held her face so her mouth was open.
"Pucker up!" She then applied light, frosted pink lipstick to the blonde's
luscious lips. The shade of pink did not exactly match the pink of her attire,
but it was not meant to. The important thing was that it contrasted with the
natural color of her lips.
"Now open real wide!" As she said that the Amazon puled a ball gag from her
belt. The blonde whimpered as the mistress shoved the rubber ball between her
teeth. Putting one hand on top Andrea's head, she pushed it down. After
pulling the working end through the buckle as far as she could, she fastened it.
When Andrea raised her head, the strap pulled the ball gag deeper into her
mouth.
She was going to be saying nothing for a while.
The Amazon attached a chain leash to the ring on the front of her collar.
Holding the end tightly in her hand, she removed the chains that were attached
to the rings on the sides of the collars.
"Come on, Slave Girl. You have a little training to undergo, then you can show
your mistress just how much a good little slave girl you are."
