Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 11
Cindi lowered her head toward the ground, placing her throat against the
leather slave collar held by the Amazon. Marlena quickly drew both ends up so
the strip of black leather formed a ring about the beautiful blonde's neck.
With practiced hands she slipped the working end through the buckle on the other
end. In seconds she had it secured in place. Sure, it would be easy to
unbuckle, but with her hands bound behind her back, Cindi could not do that.
And no one in their right mind would free a slave girl.
The Amazon pulled the pins from Cindi's hair, allowing the long, blonde
tresses to hang down all the way to the ground. The Amazon had to smile. Cindi
looked so beautiful with her hair down.
Marlena placed the index finger of her right hand under Cindi's chin so the
blonde had to raise her head to look her in the eye.
"You are a very beautiful slave girl. Now I think it is time for you to
thank me for letting you become a slave."
Marlena slid forward a few centimeters to get a better hold of the buckle
holding the ballgag in the blonde's mouth. They had not ordered Cindi to bow
her head again, so she kept it up, but bent her head forward to make it easier
on the Amazon. She did not want that Amazon mad at her. Her ass still burned
from the previous spankings she had received.
With the buckle undone, the Amazon pulled the ends of the strap forward.
She let go so she could grab it again on either side of the rubber ball. With a
jerk toward her, she pulled the rubber ball from the blonde's mouth.
When the gag was out of her way, Cindi moved her face forward until she
could press her lips against the Amazon's pussy. Marlena grabbed two handfuls
of hair as she felt herself coming. An entire day of sexual arousal had
resulted in a hair-trigger pussy. By holding the blonde's long hair tightly,
she insured that she could not pull her face away until she was satisfied.
For Cindi, it seemed to be hours before that occurred. In a minute though,
the blonde thought the time had passed too quickly.
She knelt before her mistress, the ballgag insuring her silence. She was
only a slave girl.
"Since you more-or-less just came into my possession. I think a little
ritual is in order. Drape yourself across my lap."
Cindi wanted to protest. The Amazon intended to spank her again. Okay, it
was normal for a slave girl to get spanked to reaffirm that she knew who her
mistress or master was, but she had been very obedient.
Since she was only a slave girl, her wishes and desires were unimportant.
She came to her feet and moved closer. Marlena pulled her across her lap so the
highest part of her body was her bare bottom.
Marlena rubbed her hand over the red cheeks. Cindi had taken a severe
beating that day already. She would have to learn to take them.
Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Cindi's bare legs kicked wildly but bound as she was, she could do nothing
to stop the punishment. The blows landed on one cheek, then the other. The
naked blonde knew where the next blow would fall, and she could do nothing about
it.
When Marlena had given her new slave girl a good thirty or forty whacks
with her bare hand, she pushed her off her lap so Cindi landed on the floor at
her feet. Slowly the blonde moved herself into a kneeling position. She was a
good little slave girl. In that position, she did not see another Amazon seated
to her right.
"There is someone over there who wants you. Go over to her, curtsey, then
lay yourself across her lap."
Cindi did not want to be spanked again, but what could she do about it?
Her arms were still securely bound behind her back. She could do nothing to
resist.
Slowly she staggered to her feet. Being unused to moving without using her
arms to maintain her balance, she almost fell over. All the Amazons smiled.
That happened to all slave girls for their first few days wearing a slave
collar. Soon she would be able to leap to her feet to rush to please a mistress
with graceful ease.
The naked blonde moved directly in front of the Amazon. Slowly she drew
her left foot back so she could curtsey. It was clumsy, but they expected
little of her. She would quickly learn the proper movements of a slave girl.
She would either learn the proper movements, or she would be punished
repeatedly. They had no doubts that she would soon be able to execute a
graceful curtsey as she begged for more punishment.
The buxom blond then stepped forward. The Amazon guided her across her
lap. Once again, the highest part of Cindi's body was her bare bottom. The
mistress began pounding away on the red cheeks. Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
On it went. The blonde's legs kicked wildly, but she could do nothing to
stop the punishment. It would last as long as the Amazon wanted.
Almost as soon as the mistress stopped, Cindi found herself on her knees
before the woman. The Amazon pulled her head forward so she could unbuckle the
strap from behind her head.
"Now I want you to thank me for punishing you."
As soon as the rubber ball was free of her mouth, the blonde moved her
upper body forward so she could press her mouth against her mistress's pussy.
When the Amazon was satisfied, the ballgag went back in. They were far
from finished playing with their new acquisition.
"There is someone over there who wants you. Go over to her, curtsey, then
lay yourself across her lap." She pointed where Marlena had sat when she
punished her. She had moved, and another Amazon sat awaiting her bottom.
The blonde moved slowly to the left. Again she executed a clumsy curtsey.
In seconds she lay across the mistress's lap with a bare hand striking the soft
flesh of her fanny.
Marlena motioned Debbie toward the entrance.
"It is time to check on Gina. The first step in breaking her was simple
humiliation. The next will be more pleasurable."
As the two mistresses made their way across the compound toward the spot
where they had left the captive brunette, Debbie saw several slave girls,
escorted by a couple of Amazons, emerge from a wooden structure she took to be
their slave kennel. The Amazons carried light switches that they played against
the soft flesh of the slave girls in front. Debbie counted and saw there were
five slave girls. There were four in front, two pairs of two. A fifth slave
girl followed, secured to the second pair by a chain leash.
"Remember what I was telling you about beasts of burden? There is an
example."
She gestured toward the slave girls.
"How are they different from the others?"
Marlena smiled.
"Look at the heads of the first four."
Each wore a black leather discipline helmet. Since they could see no trace
of their hair, she reasoned that it was still pinned up in the style of free
women. The flaps of soft, black leather had been secured behind their heads by
padlocks. There was no way any could get that helmet off.
Each also wore a black leather single glove that matched the coloring of the
discipline helmet. Their arms were hidden within the cylinder of black
leathers. Debbie could tell by the way each was laced up, they could not move
their arms at all. Another padlock across the top insured that the single glove
did not come off unless a mistress wanted it to.
The only item of clothing (if you could consider it that) was the black,
patent leather sandals with the six inch spike heels. Debbie was amazed that
the four captives could move without seeing. She suspected they had received a
lot of training running about in those hoods.
"Those are your 'beasts of burden?'"
"Some of them. They are the special ones. Those discipline helmets are
padded so they can hear nothing. Obviously they cannot see anything either.
The same for touching. With the exception for the frequent swat with a switch.
We only use them as beasts of burden though. They receive no sexual stimulation
at all. Of course they cannot give it either."
The two mistresses paused to allow the slave girls to go ahead of them.
Their switches constantly played against the flesh of the captives, urging them
forward.
"What do you do when it is time to feed them?"
Debbie found it difficult to imagine being kept bound such as that. There
had to be some relief for them.
"The gag we used on each of them is an oversized dildo, ten centimeters
long, five wide, and three high. Secured in those discipline helmets that is
the only thing they can think of. Of course, they assume that when they are
enslaved, that will be what they do, go around sucking cocks.. It is another
blow to them when we let them lick away at women only."
"Eating," Debbie reminded her.
"Eating. Each dildo has a hole through the center of it. Because of the
length of the shaft, the tip is near the back of the mouth. When it comes time
to feed them, we removed the plug on the outside of the dildo. Then we attach
the end of a tube. By working a pump we can build up pressure so the liquid
food squirts into the back of the mouth and slides down the throat. Like I told
you, no sexual stimulation at all."
"So who are these beasts of burden."
"I do not know. Some of them are members of DAAM we captured. If we find
a truly beautiful woman who is arrogant, maybe. Sometimes we do it as
punishment. Say, that little shop clerk was snotty to you. Instead of turning
her immediately in a slave girl, we let her be a beast of burden for a few days.
Believe me, she will love being a slave girl after that."
The Amazons guided the group of slave girls toward Gina. As they passed,
Debbie noticed the fifth slave girl in back. Unlike the others she did not wear
a discipline helmet. She did wear a slave collar. Her attire was extremely
sexy, even for a slave girl. She wore a pea green half-bra that lifted her
large boobs without covering the nipples. Black lace trimmed the edges, adding
a decidedly feminine touch without hiding the nipples at all.
The garter belt matched the half-bra. The basic garment was pink satin,
with the same black, lace ruffles. Her stockings were sheer black and her
high-heeled sandals pink patent leather.
Debbie had been soon interested in the hooded slave girls that she had not
noticed this fifth slave girl. Now she wondered how she had missed her. She
had long, red hair. The mistress stepped forward to look at the golden disk
dangling from the collar that gave her name. All it said was "34DD." Debbie
grinned as she glanced over at the Amazon leader. Marlena paid her no attention
at all. Debbie thought it strange that they should identify a slave girl by her
bra size.
The redhead wore a black satin blindfold, but she moved with even greater
facility than the four hooded slaves did. Debbie could tell that she was quite
experienced.
The Amazons brought the five to a halt by plying their switches over the
lower thighs of the hooded slave girls. "Stop!" was the order they gave to the
redhead. They freed her from the others, and led her up a slight grade toward a
couple of posts. When the Amazon jerked down on the leash, the redheaded slave
girl dropped to her knees. Blindfolded and bound, she was going no where.
The four hooded slave girls, Marlena's beasts of burden, were led forward
to Gina who still lay on her back. Though the four moved easily despite being
hooded, Marlena and Debbie had no trouble reaching the captive first.
"Isn't this a pretty sight?" the Amazon leader asked as she nudged the
captive's bottom with the toe of her boot. There was no doubt that she was
talking about the beautiful woman's pussy. "She has been so good about this, I
think she deserves a special treat."
Gina was exhausted from all her futile struggling. She lay there
helplessly staring up at the two. With this announcement, she started
struggling again. Her feet kicked up and down and she tried to break the rope.
The bells rang loudly.
The two Amazons brought the four slave girls to a halt near Gina's head.
There they separated them, the right pair advancing on the brunette's right, the
left pair on her left. The Amazon led the hooded slave girls around so the one
in front was even with Gina's chest. A blow to the back of the knees with the
switch brought both to the knees. The Amazon grinned as she looked at Marlena.
Gina now struggled more than she ever had before.
"It looks to me as though she could use a couple of months in a hood."
Gina stopped struggling. The bells at her ankles stopped ringing. She
had no idea what they were talking about, other than it was about her. She
wanted to hear what they intended to do to her.
"No, I have something special for her. She is so beautiful she deserves a
different fate."
Gina went back to her futile struggling, but she could do nothing to stop
them.
By that time, there were two hooded slave girls and an Amazon on either
side of the captive. To keep the beautiful brunette from rolling over, they had
bound rods to her arms that extended more than forty centimeters from her body
on each side. The Amazons attached an extension to each end so it protruded in
front of the hooded slave girl. About the waist of the hooded captives in front
they buckled broad leather straps. Attached to the front was a large ring.
With both hands they raised the rod, the upper part of Gina's body off the
ground. By maneuvering her to the right, and then the left, they slid the end
of the extensions through the rings. Padlocks insured that they did not come
off.
Debbie watched as the Amazons leaned forward to attach extension to the
other rod. The two then came to their feet to move around behind Gina. To
raise the second rod in the air, they simply grabbed her feet and lifted.
"We could use some help here."
Debbie squatted down to the left of the slave girl. When the end of the
rod came in her direction, she slid it through the ring and held it there until
an Amazon applied a padlock.
"An awkward way of doing things, but it certainly is amusing. For us, that
is, not for Gina," Marlena announced when they finished.
The Amazons grabbed the leash of the lead slave girl on each side and
jerked upwards. At the same time she brought the switch against her bare
bottom. Swack! Swack !Swack! Swack! Swack! Swack! As soon as she saw the naked
captive trying to get to her feet, she moved to the other captive in her
control. The four hooded slave girls staggered to their feet, lifting Gina with
them.
Using the switches, and pulling the leashes of the front two, the Amazons
started the four forward with their cargo. A few meters down the path they
turned to the right. They ascended the slight slope past the kneeling redhead.
Their destination was the twin posts Debbie had seen earlier.
The route to the posts actually ran several meters to the right of it.
Once beyond it, the Amazons maneuvered the slave girls to the left. Gradually
they had a half circle until they were between the posts facing Marlena and
Debbie.
Debbie watched as the Amazons mercilessly flailed away at the bare titties
of their captives. Every time a switch struck a nipple, the captive's body
would writhe in pain. Debbie could see that few of the blows missed their
targets. The hooded beasts came to a halt between the poles.
The two Amazons in charge of them immediately set to work stinging Gina up
between the poles. They began by threading leather straps under her arms and up
about her shoulders. On top each shoulder was a ring. Chains ran up each pole
to a pulley at the top. They pulled the ends of the chains down to the rings on
the shoulder straps. Once secured, they returned to the poles to pull all slack
from the chain. A pin through a link locked each in place.
They returned to the hooded slave girls to release them from the rods that
held Gina up. They removed the padlocks from the two in front. When the
extensions were pulled free of the rings, Gina's body shifted around so her
bottom was toward the ground. When they released the other sets of rods from
the second pair, Gina hung by the shoulder straps.
Before continuing with Gina, the Amazons moved the hooded slave girls out
of the way. One led a pair to each pole facing away from Marlena and Debbie.
They then attached the ends of the chains to the belt of the captive in back.
When finished, they brought the pairs to their feet by pulling up on the leashes
and by using the switches. They drew the captive a little farther in the air.
Once again, blows to the tits caused them to stop moving. The Amazons secured
the chains in place with more pins.
The two turned their attention to Gina again. The beautiful brunette
struggled as much as she could, but bound as she was, she could do nothing to
stop them. They attached a leather cuff to each ankle. They attached the end
of another set of chains to a ring on the leather cuffs, these attached to the
poles about a meter above the ground. Only then did they cut the ropes causing
the brunette to have her legs apart.
Gina tried to stand up, but discovered the chains were too short to allow
that. At least she no longer had her knees up against her shoulders, and her
legs were fairly close together. She decided this was an improvement over her
previous position.
While she thought that, the Amazons attached the ends of the leg chains to
the belts of the slave girls. The switches fell on bare bottoms again. As the
hooded slave girls moved forward, they pulled Gina's legs apart. The beautiful
captive tried to fight it. She tried to keep her knees together, but could not.
In a matter of moments, the Amazons had her feet secured so each foot almost
touched one of the poles.
Gina's pussy was exposed and vulnerable once again. This time was
different though. This time the Amazons were going to do something about it.
Marlena brought the redhead forward. She knelt immediately before Gina,
her face at her crotch. The Amazon removed the blindfold so she could see what
she did.
"Gina, this is 36 Double-D. You are in for a real treat. She is one of
the very best pussy-eaters we have. Consider her to be your reward for
providing us with such delightful entertainment while you were bound there on
your back."
The Amazon bent down to unbuckle the strap holding the ballgag in the slave
girl's mouth. When it was out, the redheaded slave made no movement toward
Gina's pussy. All she did was stare at it. Debbie could tell that she was
well-trained.
"Tell her she has a beautiful pussy."
"You have a beautiful pussy."
"Show her how much you love it."
The redhead extended her head forward to plant a kiss on it.
Marlena watched Gina. She tried to struggle but could not gain a bit of
freedom. She knew they were going to make her suffer through orgasm after
orgasm while bound and gagged. Once she had come a few times, her efforts to
resist would diminish noticeably. She could do nothing.
"Why did you name her '36 Double-D?" Debbie asked gesturing toward the
kneeling redhead.
"It better defines her purpose in life."
"To be named for her bra size?"
"Sure. Her purpose in life is to use her body to please others. Fitting
isn't it? How many pretty French Maids do you know named 'Pussy Eater?'"
"Oh."
Debbie began to understand. It was common for a mistress to take revenge
on a rival. Enslave her and turn her into her own, personal French Maid,
complete with abbreviated black satin outfit, and rename her pussy eater.
Often, when a jilted lover gained possession of his former love, a master would
rename his slave girl "Cocksucker," or "Titty," "or "Pretty Pussy." The purpose
was to parade the slave girl in front of those who despised her when she was a
free woman. Now that she was a slave girl, she had to obey. Her name described
most accurately what they expected of her.
"While we may have a number of 36 Double-D's, it does not matter. The only
time she has to respond is when an order is directed to her. Of course, by the
time she had accepted her new name, she is most anxious to please. She gets
special treatment. Well, sort of special. At least we do not spank her as
often."
Their attention was drawn from the back of 36 Double-D's head, to Gina's
face as the beautiful captive threw her head back as she uttered a most
pleasurable "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!!!"
"I think she is having fun," Debbie remarked.
Marlena chuckled.
"We will let her come a few more times. We do not want her too exhausted
as she still has not submitted yet. The degradation of being tied up and forced
to come repeatedly will tear down her resolution."
Movement on the other side of the Amazons' camp distracted both. A number
of women moved from one of the huts toward a series of posts. They paid no
attention to Gina's almost continuous orgasms as they watched the others at
work. Seconds after their arrival, the two saw the Amazons drag a body between
two posts. They squatted down for a few seconds. When the arose, they moved to
opposite poles. From the movements of their bodies, Debbie knew they were
pulling on ropes or chains. She saw a pair of legs appear in sight near the
ground. They continue to rise until the captive was suspended upside down, her
legs spread far apart.
There were many possibilities with that position but the Amazons ignored
her to secure a second captive in that position. And then a third. They
stopped only when there were four suspended in that most vulnerable position.
Debbie could see their heads. Their hair had not been let down. These
four were free women. "Not for long," she thought to herself. She imagined
that it would take little persuasion in that position to get a young woman
begging for a slave collar.
The Amazons chose long, willowy switches to use on the four. The two
circled their captives. On one side the switch played against a bare bottom.
On the other the target was the titties. When they reached the end of the line,
each Amazon circled around to start down the other side.
Debbie smiled. There would be four more slave girls before evening.
