Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter Five
Paulette was so exhausted from the multiple orgasms that she offered no
resistance when Janice dressed her. "You would not make a very good Amazon,"
the light-haired beauty thought as she fastened the snaps on the dress. The
clothing slave girls wore always had bows or snaps or a combination of each.
These allowed a mistress to redress her captive without having to untie her.
Paulette was untied, but this was all part of Janice's plan. The buxom brunette
thought everything was going according to plan because Janice had released her
from her bondage.
"Here, have a drink." While it looked like regular white wine, it was
fortified with extra alcohol. While it would not make the buxom brunette
falling down drunk, it was enough to dull her senses.
"Hands behind you back."
Paulette sat on the edge of the bed in the room she and Janice had rented. She
put her hands behind her back as ordered, and leaned forward to make it easier
for her friend to fasten the steel cuffs in place. Janice knew there were
better ways of securing a woman, but Paulette would not be wearing these too
long. Once they were on, her big-chested friend would not be able to get free
no matter how hard she tried. She still wore the slave collar she had put on
herself, so anyone would treat her as a slave girl. If anyone came across her,
they would assume she was a slave girl because of that collar.
"Open up." Paulette could still call out for help, but that was something
Janice intended to deny her. As soon as the lovely captive opened her mouth,
Janice pushed the bright, red rubber ball into her mouth. Her right hand on the
back of the captive's head, forced her face down toward her thighs. Janice
pulled her shoulder-length dark tresses out of the way behind buckling the ends
of the strap together.
When Paulette looked up, the backward movement of her head caused the strap to
pull the rubber ball deeper into her mouth. She could make no sounds about a
grunt. Anyone outside the room would never hear her crying out. She certainly
could say nothing that anyone would want to listen to.
"Are you ready to go?" The buxom brunette nodded and came to her feet. Janice
had to grab her to keep her from falling over. The helpless captive was not
used to moving about without the use of her arms to help maintain her balance.
"Just how stupid are you?" Janice wondered as she attached a chain leash to the
ring on the front of the collar. She had gone to a lot of trouble putting the
dress on the curvaceous captive, but Paulette had not noticed that she no longer
wore panties. Janice had kicked them under the bed so the captive would not see
them. With her friend bound and gagged as she was, there was nothing she could
do about it now. Still, had she known, she would not have been so willing to go
out in public undressed as she was.
The outfit Paulette wore was designed specially for slave girls to show off
their charms. (Or perhaps, more appropriately, for their masters and mistresses
to show off their charms. The bodice of the light-green satin dress was little
more than a pair of straps that covered her titties. Anyone looking at her from
in front would see a lot of cleavage. At the same time, a view from the side
showed the full roundness of her breasts. (With Paulette's hands cuffed behind
her back, her arms did not obstruct the view.) With Paulette's extremely large
boobs, more flesh was showing than was covered. With the cuffs holding her
hands behind her back, she could not stop anyone from founding those supple
mounds.
The key feature of the outfit was its length, or rather, its lack of length.
In front, the hem barely covered the tops of her stockings so most of her lovely
legs were visible. The hem in back was much shorter, just fifteen centimeters
long. The slave girl would always know that anyone standing behind her could
see her panties. In Paulette's case, when she bent over, anyone standing behind
her could see her pussy. She did not realize that, at least not yet.
"Let us go." Bound, gagged, and dressed as a slave girl, there was nothing the
buxom captive could do but follow when Janice gently tugged on the chain.
Paulette paused at the door. Once she stepped through it, everyone would be
able to see a lot more of her body than any free woman allowed. She had to
remember though, she was not a free woman, she was a slave girl. She was no
different from any of the other tens of thousands of slave girls out there.
Okay, maybe her boobs were a lot larger, but other than that, she was no
different from them. She only had to act as though she was a slave girl, and it
would all be okay.
The plan they agreed upon had Janice taking Paulette to Ronor's to insure that
she got there. Of course Janice had changed the plan. She planned to be
elsewhere when the captive brunette arrived at her destination. Once out the
door she turned left toward the rear of the tavern where the slave kennels were.
(Of course, a slave girl could not use the front door.)
"Rats! I left the stuff in there. Let me get it. You wait here." As she
said that, a leather-clad mistress leading a pair of hooded slave girls went
past. "You had better look the part. Spread your legs apart and bend forward."
Janice attached her end of the leash to a ring on the wall at eye level. Now
Paulette did not like that one little bit, but she did it anyway. If a free man
or woman complained about her position, Janice would have no choice but to spank
her. She spread her legs further apart than her shoulders, then bent forward.
"Have fun," Janice said as she patted the captive on her bare bottom. With
that touch, Paulette realized she had no panties on. "Mmmmfffffttt!!" She
straightened up and turned to protest to Janice, but all she saw was her back as
she disappeared through the door to the lobby.
As Janice left, a man came through. Paulette did not want to attract attention
to herself, so she bent forward, showing her pussy to the man. She stared
intently at the wall a few centimeters in front of her face. She wondered what
the man thought of her pussy without realizing that to him, it was just another
slave girl's love nest.
Janice hurried from the inn to the city gate that led outside to the Amazon's
camp. On the road leading up to the gate, a long coffle of slave girls knelt to
await their turn to be processed. She saw a number of slave girls in pillories
(including Andrea), but they meant nothing to her. Her destination was "The Inn
of the Dancing Slave."
The inn was there to cater to the slavers, nothing more, nothing less. In town
the rumor was that if your wife, sister, or girl friend was missing, the first
place to look was in the kennels of the Inn of the Dancing Slave. Actually
there were very few slave girls there, and they were the property of the owner.
The slavers kept their stock in their camps. And the best way to hide a slave
girl kidnaped from the town was to slap a collar on her and take her back to
town. Once she was properly enrolled, she was legally a slave girl. Her
fingerprints were taken and kept on file. If her fingerprints were already on
file (as a free woman) that file was discarded so there was no trace of who she
was.
Janice climbed the four steps to the porch slowly. She had heard stories about
this place so she was leery about entering. On the front porch a dozen slave
girls wearing collars and little else knelt facing the gate to the town. She
wondered if they were women kidnaped from there, and being taunted with the
entrance, or if they were captives from another town, brought here to add to the
already large population of slave girls.
She stuck her head through the door to see what was going on. It looked rather
normal inside. Ahead of her was a clerk at a desk if she wanted a room.
Kneeling to the side were a pair of slave girls in red satin dresses and little
red pillbox hats. Their hands were cuffed in front of them. A short chain
connected the cuffs to the ring on the front of the collar. It gave the viewer
the impression that they were begging to serve him. They were there to carry
the guests' luggage up to the room. The beautiful young woman smiled as she
wondered what sort of tips they got.
To her left, a bored Amazon was tormenting a pair of slave girls positioned for
the pleasure of any man who came by. Each had several red streaks across her
bottom, indicating the mistress had used the switch she carried. When Janice
looked, the Amazon had thrust it between one of the captive's legs to rub it in
her pussy. The implication was the next blow might come there.
Janice made her way to the desk.
"I am here to see an Amazon named Clarissa."
"I have been waiting for you." The voice came from behind her. When Janice
turned her head, she saw the Amazon approaching as she thrust the switch into
her belt. "I am Danielle. Clarissa told me to wait for you."
As all the other Amazons, this one wore a black leather catsuit that showed off
her curves. She had a large chest, narrow waist, and perfectly shaped hips.
Her auburn hair was pulled away from her face and held in place with hair pins
behind her ears to show that she was a free woman. She was very beautiful.
"Where is Clarissa?"
"There is a private club upstairs. Clarissa is waiting for you there." The
young woman followed the mistress up the flight of stairs. She knew these
private rooms were used to conduct business in private. Clarissa's face
brightened up when she saw her.
"So tell me. How did it go?"
Someone gave Janice a tankard of white wine as she sat down. She took a drink
as thought about where to begin. The wine tasted normal. She was afraid that
the Amazons might try to put a collar on her. She felt confident that the
Amazons were not trying to trap her. Little did she realize that it contained a
vegetable tranquilizer. After two or three tankards of wine she would be
willing to do exactly what they suggested.
"After I left you . . . " she began.
An hour later, her story had progressed to the point where she dressed Paulette
(without her panties). The Amazons were having trouble keeping their eyes open,
but they knew this would not continue much longer.
Suddenly the door burst open. The Amazon who entered hung to the door as
though exhausted. She had run up only one flight of stairs, but since she
appeared to be exhausted, it added more emphasis to what she had to say.
"There are city guards downstairs. They are looking for her." She pointed at
Janice as she said that. The beautiful brunette sat there with her mouth
half-open. She really did not understand what the woman had said. She was
outside the city walls. Why would a guardsman come looking for her?
"Janice, did you do as I said?" .
"What?"
"Did you take some indirect route to get here so they would not be able to
trace you here?" Clarissa lied. She had not mentioned this to the woman at all.
It did not matter as the city guards had no authority outside the walls. Her
plan counted on them convincing the young woman that they did.
"What? No. I came right here."
"I am out of here," one of the Amazons said as she came to her feet. Without
another word she exited the room, though she stopped on the stairs where the two
guards waited for the word to go.
"You should not have come straight here. There must be something wrong. You
are in trouble and if they catch us with you, we will be in trouble too."
"But we are outside the walls!"
"It does not matter. If they drag you back inside, they will receive small
fines, but you will be sold in the slave market."
"What can I do?"
"Run."
"She cannot. They have the building surrounded."
"What do I do?"
"Hide. I am getting out of here. I do not want to be found with you."
Another Amazon left the room.
"Tell me. How can I hide?"
"I do not know. Wait a minute. In my room upstairs. Second room on the
right. I have some stuff. Disguise yourself as a slave girl. There is a
leather hood in the bottom of the trunk. If you put the hood on, they will not
know you are not wearing a slave collar."
"Okay," the beautiful woman said slowly, trying to think of some other option.
At least the Amazon had not suggested she put on a slave collar. That meant she
was not going to try to turn her into a slave girl.
"We will try to stall them. After they leave, I will come back to free you."
Janice did not like the idea, but could think of nothing else. It seemed
reasonable. After all, they did not want her to put on a slave collar. She
would only have to put on a leather hood. And slave clothing. And maybe
handcuffs.
She wanted to smile. This might be fun.
"Okay, I will do it. As soon as they go, you be sure to come get me."
"Promise."
Janice herd men talking on the stairs as she entered the hall. The stairs up
were right next to the ones leading down to the ground floor. She ran to them,
trying to be as quiet as she could. She found the Amazon's room where Clarissa
had said. To her disgust she saw there was no lock. She made certain the door
was closed all the way so no one could see in.
Janice was disappointed to find few pieces of slave girl clothing about. She
had hoped there would be something that would give her some degree of modesty,
but that was impossible for a slave girl. She had to admit that the Amazons
certainly knew how to dress a slave girl to show off her charms. Quickly she
stripped off all her clothing to see what she had to work with.
She had never seen a slave girl without wearing stockings, so she knew she had
to wear them if she was going to convince them that she was a slave girl. To
hold them up, she needed a garter belt. She found one that was red satin with
black, lace ruffles. Quickly she slid it about her slender waist, snapped the
ends together, and adjusted it. The stockings came next. She was in so much of
a hurry that she did not take the time to insure that they were on perfectly.
She merely pulled them up (or actually she pulled them down as she lay on her
back on the bed with each leg raised in the air as she worked on it) before
adjusting them once. She adjusted the length of the straps before attaching the
tabs to the tops of the stockings.
What she found was a pair of red satin panty briefs. They at least ways would
cover her bottom and pussy. She wanted disparately to wear a bra but there was
none. She settled for a low-cut minidress of pink satin. In retrospect, it was
not that different from the one Paulette wore, however the other captive's boobs
were much larger.
Janice selected a pair of slave sandals to wear. One size fit most women.
Since there were straps to hold it securely to her foot, you could adjust the
width and the length. She sat on the bed to slip her feet into them. She
buckled the two straps, one across the top of her foot and the other around her
ankle. These buckles and straps insured the shoes did not come off accidently.
Janice raised her right foot to shake it. The buckles had a self-locking
mechanism, and she did not have the key. The buckles also insured that the
wearer could not take them off herself. Any woman going around in stiletto
heels had to be a slave girl. Janice shrugged. "I guess Clarissa will just
have to get these off me."
She picked up the hood the Amazon had mentioned. It was enough to cover her
features, but the bottom part was open. She would have to wear a gag or they
would know something was wrong.
It was now time to start her self-bondage. She decided to start with a gag.
The Amazon had an extensive collection. Janice decided to go with anything
fancy. She selected a ball gag, the bright red collar complementing the color
of her attire.
Using her right hand, she lifted it toward her mouth. When she discovered the
ball was too big to get past her teeth, she pressed against it with the
fingertips of both hands. The rubber ball popped into place. Janice then bent
over so her upper body was parallel to the floor. Some of the long, light-brown
strands had already fallen down. Others kept coming. To insure she did not
trap any of her lovely tresses beneath the strap, she used both hands to pull it
down. She had two more passes at the nape of her neck before deciding that none
of her hair was in the way. She drew the ends of the strap together with both
hands, thrusting the working end through the buckle on the other end. She
continued to pull it tight until she felt the leather strap press tightly
against her cheeks and nape. She then finished buckling it. There was no lock
to the gag. With her hands secured she would be totally incapable of removing
it on her own.
She put the hood back on and crossed the room to the full-length mirror. She
certainly looked like a slave girl and with that hood on no one would recognize
her.
There was her hair though. She had to take care of it. If she was a slave
girl, she had to let her hair hang down freely. She removed the hood, pulled
the pins to loosen her hair, shook her head, and put the hood back on. She had
to admit it. She looked every bit the slave girl.
For her bondage she chose a handcuff belt. She had examined the length of the
chain between the cuffs, and concluded that there was more room with this over a
regular pair of handcuffs. While that was true, it also made it impossible for
her to get her hands low enough to protect her fanny. She wrapped the
three-inch wide leather belt about her slender waist. It locked in front at her
navel. The cuffs were attached to the belt in back.
She looked around the room to see where she should stand. Then it dawned on
her that slave girls were never allowed to move about. She would either have to
bind her legs together, or tether herself to something. A quick examination in
the mirror revealed the presence of a ring on the front of the slave hood. She
could use it.
Selecting a chain leash from the pile in the trunk, she walked to the foot of
the bed as she looked for one end of it. She attached it to a ring on the
bedpost at the foot of the bed. There was no lock, as it was so far above the
floor that she would never be able to reach it bound. The other end she
attached to the ring on the front of the slave hood.
That left only the act of making herself a helpless prisoner. She had come
this far without hesitation. She did not pause now. Putting both hands behind
her back, she used her right hand to slip the steel cuff about her left wrists.
She heard the series of "clicks" as it drew snug against her flesh. She
repeated the process with the other cuff.
She was now a helpless captive. She could still struggle about, but she could
not get free at all. After a few minutes standing there tethered to the
bedpost, she thought she would break the rules for slave girls. She would hear
them coming. She could afford to sit down.
That was when she discovered that the chain leash was too short for her to sit
on the side of the bed. She could only get her bottom halfway down to it. She
moved around to the foot of the bed only to discover that she had no more
movement. She tried to squat down. The chain was so short that she could only
descend to a half-crouch.
She had learned what it was like to be bound. She would remain as she ways
until Clarissa came to free her.
The Amazons used the room next door. Through a peephole one of them watched
Janice's progress. When the young beauty was totally helpless, she emerged from
the room to signal the guards to go in.
Janice had paid little thought to the fact that a couple of guards might come
in looking for her. She had mainly thought about binding herself, and Clarissa
freeing her. She began to panic when she heard the door open.
"Let us check this one, Gregor."
It was the guards. Janice turned away from them. If they wanted to look at
her, they could study those bright red satin, panties.
"Nope. She is not here."
The long-haired beauty relaxed. Clarissa's plan had worked well.
"What do we have here, Toth? A slave girl with her legs together? We will
have to correct that."
Unhooking the end of the leash from the ring on the bedpost, he signaled her to
follow by tugging gently on chain. Janice knew she had no choice but to follow.
They did not take her far, just a few meters across the room where there was a
spreader bar attached to the floor. Janice offered no resistance when they
wanted to fasten it between her ankles. When the man squatted, she even helped
as best she could by spreading her legs far apart to fit the length of the bar.
The man buckled the leather cuff on one end to her right ankle. The beautiful
captive had already spread her leg as far apart as she could. The man had no
trouble fastening a leather cuff attached to the other end to her left ankle.
This left Janice standing with her legs spread about a meter apart. She could
not move far in any direction. She was unused to wearing a spreader bar so she
could not have moved without falling over. An experienced slave girl would have
no trouble moving a centimeter at a time, but she could not have gone far. A
ring protruded from the bottom of the bar near the center of the bar. A short
chain connected it to a ring on the floor. She could not move more than a few
centimeters in any direction because of that short chain.
When the man straightened up, he removed the end of the chain from the slave
hood. Janice hoped they would go away.
That was not to be though.
"These are nice," he said as the index finger of his right hand traced a
pattern across the smooth material of the bodice. To her horror, Janice found
her body reacting to his touch. The nipple became hard and pointed as it
pressed against the confines of the material.
Janice twisted her body to try to get away from the man's touch.
"I guess a little extra bondage is necessary," he said. "She is moving around
too much." Toth already held the end of a chain that dangled down from the
ceiling. He extended it toward the captive's head with the intent of securing
it to the ring on the side of her collar.
"We see to be missing something." Grabbing the leather hood in one hand, he
pulled it off her head. "That is it. This slave girl seems to be missing a
collar."
"We will have to take care of that."
Janice wanted to resist as the man produced a slave collar. The second man
already had hold of her hair so she could not move her head much. The man
wrapped the leather collar about her neck. The man gripping her hair pulled the
strains free so none were trapped beneath it. Handcuffed as she was, there was
nothing she could do to stop them. When they finished, they attached the ends
of chains to the rings on the sides. She could not move her upper body much at
all.
"Much better. Well, I would like to play with these boys," Gregor said, gently
pinching Janice's nipples through the material, "But we have a few debts owed
us. Boy! I just hope we are up to it."
The men were laughing as they left.
Once the door closed, the beautiful captive tried once again to get free. That
was totally impossible, she knew that, but she had to try anyway. She squirmed
about but could not get free.
She looked up sharply when the door to the room opened. Clarissa and the other
Amazons entered.
"There you are. They went away so the plan must have worked."
"Oh, what do you have on? Is that a slave collar?"
"Maybe we should take it off." Clarissa reached for the band of leather about
Janice's neck.
"Isn't it against the law to do that?"
"What?"
"I mean, she might be somebody's property."
"I do not want to be accused of stealing. Sorry, Janice, but I guess the
collar stays on. If no one claims you, well, I guess we can find a good home
for you."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Janice struggled as she grunted her protests. The Amazons
did not hear as they were laughing too loud.
