Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 12
Cindi pulled her hands apart with as little effort as she could to keep
from drawing attention to the act. She felt a steel band of the handcuffs about
each wrist. The steel was hard and cold and she knew it would not break no
matter how much she struggled. She wore the leather collar of a slave girl.
That was the symbol of her place in society. Since she wore that, no one would
help her. She was only a slave girl who existed only to use her body to please
others. With her hands cuffed behind her back she could not defend herself.
One Amazon on either side, holding on to an upper arm, guided her forward.
The buxom blonde made no effort to resist, knowing she would accomplish nothing
if she tried. The only thing guaranteed was that they would punish her again.
Her ass still burned from the last spanking.
She jerked her hair to the side to get the long, blonde tresses out of the way.
She saw ahead of her Jane kneeling on the ground. Well, she thought it was
Jane. It certainly looked like her, but she could not be sure. The supplicant
slave girl's face was hidden by her long hair, and she totally naked. The
kneeling slave girl could have been anyone, but she was sure it was Jane. She
had been linked to the beautiful brunette from the moment of their slavery.
They pushed her to the ground to the right of Jane. She knelt and bent her
head forward in a submissive position. "Cross your ankles." Recognizing that
she would have trouble doing it on her own (since she was a new slave girl), one
Amazon lifted her right ankle to place it over the left. Quickly she looped a
rope about them, securing the captive in this kneeling position. "Move you
knees apart. Come on, further than that." Cindi moved them outwards millimeter
by millimeter until her knees were almost a meter apart.
"Now, lean forward, face toward the ground. Keep your head up so the tips
of your hair touch the ground."
Anyone standing in front of her could see her pussy where it not for her
long hair. She was only a slave girl. She was not allowed to hide any part of
her body from the prying eyes of a master or mistress.
The buxom blonde knew she was in the kneeling position they called the
"submissive position." She could see nothing, but was in the position to obey
if they wanted her. A well-trained slave girl could be expected to maintain
that position for hours. When the order came, she had to be ready to please her
master or mistress.
She maintained that position for several minutes while her mistresses made
plans for the next step of her servitude. With her long blonde tresses hanging
down on each side, she could not see what was going on. She could see the
ground below her face, and her tits and pussy. Other than that, she saw
nothing.
When they were ready for her, one Amazon cut the rope about her ankles.
Two others dragged her to her feet and across the area where three slave girls
waited dressed in black satin French Maids outfits. Each knelt, head bowed,
awaiting the orders from their mistresses. She saw they had their arms behind
their backs. She knew they were bound though she did not know how.
The Amazons secured Cindi in front of the three submissive women. They ran
a chain down from an overhead bar to a ring on each side of her leather slave
collar. When they let go she could not run off. They then had her spread her
legs far apart. As she did that, the upper part of her body settled down,
causing the chains to the collar to become taut. One Amazon fastened a leather
cuff to each ankle. A short chain from a ring on the cuff to a ring in the
ground forced her to maintain that position. An Amazon reached down between her
legs to fondle her pussy to remind her of just how vulnerable she was.
"Dress her."
One Amazon passed behind the French Maids. Cindi was so concerned by her
nudity that she did not see the mistress removing handcuffs. Neither did she
notice them bring Jane in. Two other Amazons bound her in the exact same
condition behind her facing in the opposite direction.
Each of three French Maids bounded to her feet when she was freed. The
beautiful blonde stood there helplessly as they dressed her, adjusting her
bondage as need be. With the chains to her collar, and the number of Amazons
about her, escape was impossible.
When they were finished, the three French Maids returned to their kneeling
position with their hands behind their backs. An Amazon passed along behind
them, reattaching the handcuffs.
When she was done, the two removed the chains from Cindi's collar and legs. The
Amazons then guided her over in front of a full-length mirror.
"Well, what do you think, Blondie? Not too bad, huh?"
They had dressed her in a black and red motif. The garter belt was red
satin with black lace ruffles. The straps running down to the tops of her
stocking were black satin ribbons. The stockings were sheer black, and the
shoes red patent leather with fifteen-centimeter spike heels.
The gag consisted of a bright red rubber ball. A black strap about her
head and through the center of the ball kept it in her mouth.
She knew that the garter belt, stocking tops, and straps framed her pubic
hair, instantly drawing attention to it.
She had known before that she was beautiful, but she had never imagined how
beautiful she could be wearing the finery of a slave girl. She wished some man
would come buy to admire her body.
"Come on we have a treat for the two of you."
When they turned the blonde slave girl around, she saw that they had
dressed Jane in the same attire. As the blonde watched, an Amazon attached one
end of a meter-long chain to the ring on the front of Jane's collar. Cindi felt
hands on her upper arms propelling her forward. She felt them pulling her hair
away from her neck so a mistress could attach the other end to the ring on the
back of her collar. An Amazon attached a leash to the ring on the front of her
collar. She kept the other end in her fist.
"Come on. Let us go!"
Switches flailed lightly against the bare bottoms and thighs of the two
slave girls. The blows were not heavy, but were enough to remind the captives
of what their mistresses could do if they did not obey. The switches continued
to land on soft flesh. The two picked up the pace. From the pavilion, they
started down a trail that led to another large tent. More blows. Faster.
Faster.
The Amazons changed the direction of the blows so they landed on the right
hips of the captives. Instead of going up the hill toward the other pavilion,
they turned left. Ahead of them they could see the towering walls of the city.
They thought the Amazons were going to take them into the town to have them
properly registered, but the fun and games were not over. More blows to the
right hips caused them to turn off onto a side trail. Not until they were
within a few meters of her, did they realize that was Gina bound in front of
them.
The beautiful brunette knew someone was coming. Or going. Her head was
back and her eyes closed as she underwent another orgasm. She had lost track
after only several minutes of this sort of stimulation. She was so exhausted
from coming so often that she knew she could not resist even if they untied her.
The multiple orgasms had come faster and more frequently than what she had ever
imagined possible. She knew why free women allowed themselves to be tied up.
Unable to resist, it was much easier to come. And come. And come.
She uttered a long, muffled cry as she came again. There were fewer things
more funny than a free woman coming again and again as though she was a slave
girl. Soon she would be what they wanted.
Marlena stepped on front of the two slave girls as their mistresses brought
them to a halt.
"We want the two of you to thank Gina for leading you into this
predicament. Oh, her pussy seems to be occupied right now."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
The Amazon leader stopped the laugh.
"Where was I? Oh, yeah. Her pussy may be filled, but she has a nice pair
of titties with real big and pointed nipples just waiting for someone to suck on
them."
With a nod she signaled the others to remove the gags from the two naked
slave girls. The Amazons pushed the long hair out of the way to get at the
buckles at the napes. With practiced hands they quickly completed the job, then
pulled the rubber balls from the captives' mouth. Once both were ungagged,
their mistresses pushed them forward. Each beautiful slave girl bent forward a
little so a nipple of one of Gina's large titties would enter their mouth.
Cindi licked the brown cylinder. She was amazed it was so long and hard.
She wondered if hers would be that pointed if she were strung up the same way.
As that thought passed through her mind, Gina uttered another muffled scream as
her body thrashed about in another uncontrolled orgasm.
Gina needed no further encouragement to come again and again. Her young body
was not used to this type of treatment. Once she started coming, she lost
control of it. Her body totally accepted the presence of the redhead's tongue
in her pussy.
Debbie twisted her mouth to one side. This was rather boring. She would
find it more interesting if Cindi or Jane was eating her, or if they were
spanking Gina, but just standing there watching her come-- that was boring.
"What is going on down there?" she asked Marlena, pointing where the four
women hung upside down. The captive on the left had her hair hanging down to
the ground. No doubt she now wore the leather collar of a slave girl. As she
spoke, the Amazons were busy lowering another captive to the ground.
"I know it seems hard to believe, but occasionally women come into this
camp thinking they can buy anything. Gina and her friends here are an example.
Those four down there are another. It does not happen very often but sometimes
it does. To have two groups come through the same day, now that is a truly rare
occurrence."
Debbie watched the scene in the distance without realizing what danger she
was in. Her position was no different than that of these new slave girls. The
only thing that saved her was that the Amazons had designs on her beauty
college. Why settle for one slave girl, when you could have any unlimited
supply?
She saw the second captive kneel at the feet of the Amazon. Debbie
imagined what it would be like. She would have to place her throat against the
leather collar as Andrea, Jane, and Cindi had done before them, and what Gina
would shortly do. Once the collar was in place, the Amazon would free her long
hair. Debbie smiled as the woman came to her feet, her long hair cascading over
her shoulders, boobs, and back. She shook herself to remind herself. She was
no a slave girl.
This latest acquisition to the Amazons' kennels was maneuvered around in
front of the first captive, still hanging by her feet with her legs spread far
apart. She knew the slave girl was licking her pussy, but there was no reaction
for several minutes. Suddenly she saw movement in the woman's long hair. She
had come at last. Her whole body was shaking. She wondered how many times they
would have her come before moving on to the next captive.
The Amazons pushed her along to the captive on the other side. This young
woman had her hair pinned up. As the slave girl started to eat her, her body
jerked furiously as she tired to escape. Nothing she did helped though. Her
body jerked when she came.
They dragged the newly-collared slave girl to the final woman. Like the
one next to her, her hair was still pinned up. She found vigorously against an
orgasm, but it all did no good. In a matter of minutes she came also.
When she was finished eating the others, they dragged her back to her place
in the line. Debbie saw them doing something to her head, but the distance was
too great to see the detail..She was certain they were reapplying some form of
gag, probably a ballgag. They then set the captive on the ground so they could
pull her feet into the air. Chains attached to leather cuffs were tightened,
drawing her up into the air.
It was now time for the third captive to submit. Debbie watched
fascinated, knowing there was nothing she could do to escape her fate.
"Let us move on. Gina is just dying to be able to beg for a slave collar."
Debbie turned to watch as they lowered the beautiful brunette to the
ground. She saw the way Gina's knees buckled that she was going no way without
assistance.
They secured the naked woman between the two slave girls, Cindi on the
right, Jane on the left. Amazons attached chain leashes to the two beautiful
slave girls. They attached the other end to the other leash, one passing in
front of Gina's throat, and the other behind her head. The circle made by the
chain was so small the captive could not draw her head from it. She was secured
as well as if she wore a slave collar.
Gina had to stand when they lowered her body to the ground. Her knees
buckled from her weight. Two Amazons held her up so she would not fall and hurt
herself.
"Take her back where you came from," Marlena said to the two naked slave
girls as she nodded toward the Amazons. Switches flicked against bare bottoms
as the two started forward at a trot. No blows landed on Gina's body, but the
beautiful brunette had to run nevertheless. She staggered along between Cindi
and Jane, down the grade, across the path, and up the grade at another spot
where the tent was.
"Come on," the Amazon leader said to Debbie. "We have treated her as a
slave girl so far. Now we will persuaded her to be one. In just a few minutes
she will be whimpering through that gag that she wants a collar more than
anything else in the world. If she begs enough, we just might accommodate her.
Marlena laughed at the joke she had just made. As though they would not keep
the brunette as a slave girl regardless of what she did.
"I will be along. There is something I want to see first."
While the Amazons, the slave girls and Gina moved toward the pavilion,
Debbie walked in a different direction. She headed toward the spot where the
Amazons were turning the four young women into slave girls. By the time she
arrived where they hung by their spread legs, all four wore slave collars, and
had welcomed each other into slavery with their tongues.
Debbie moved close to the naked body hanging nearest to her. The young
woman hung upside down with her feet spread far apart. She wore a gag that kept
most of her pleading muffled, but she continued to utter little moans. The tall
brunette decided this one, and probably the other three as well, deserved some
serious punishment.
She stepped about in front of the captive. The slave girl stared at her.
The gag kept her from saying anything coherent. She pleaded with her blue eyes
for Debbie to help her.
There were several red stripes on her bottom where they had used switches
on her. There were more markings on the thighs and hips. She discovered the
punishment had continued in front as there were marks on the young woman's chest
and titties. Her flat stomach bore several marks above and below the
bellybutton where the switches had fallen.
Debbie decided this woman had been punished quite a bit already.
She moved on to the second woman. She more the same markings as the first.
She said nothing, but just hung there with her eyes closed tightly as though she
was afraid they would punish her if she looked.
The other two looked at her as she passed in front of them. Neither made
any effort to struggle. They knew they were slave girls, the leather slave
collar about their slender necks confirmed that. They no longer had to think
about what to do. Their mistresses would do all the decision-making for them.
All they had to do was use their bodies to please.
The tall brunette was distracted by movement from the kennel beyond them.
Four slave girls emerged, escorted by one Amazon who carried a whip, but did not
use it.
Each of the four slave girls was dressed as a French Maid. The minidresses
were black satin. Debbie thought at first glance that they wore single gloves,
but as they neared she saw each had black satin, shoulder-length gloves with
their arms secured behind their backs. The aprons and trim were white lace.
Each had a little lace cap pinned to the top of her head.
The dresses were cut so low in front that bare titties stuck through. Each
wore black stockings, sheer except for the black seam up the back. Each wore
black patent leather high heels, spike heels that were fully fifteen centimeters
long.
Despite the lack of whipping, the slave girls moved quickly. They had to
remain close together as they were connected by chain leashes. One chain leash
linked the first pair together and another the rear pair. Another set of
leashes connected the front slave girl with the one behind her. Not one of them
to move in any direction other than what the other three were going without
being pulled off her feet.
"Stop! Kneel!"
No other orders had to be given. No threats had to be issued. No
punishments meted out. At the first command the four came to a halt. At the
second they fell to their knees, their head bowed forward so the ends of their
long hair touched the ground. Debbie knew she watched four well-trained,
extremely submissive slave girls at work.
The Amazon walked around behind them. Debbie saw that each carried in her
bound hands a wrapped package. Though somewhat large, they were not heavy. The
Amazon took all four from the slave girls, then dropped one behind each of the
hanging captives.
The other Amazons had not been idle during this time. They lowered the
captive on the end, the first Debbie had studied, to the ground. As her head
neared the ground, they grabbed her by the shoulders pull back so as her body
moved downwards, her bottom was below her head. Eventually her feet touched the
ground. They pulled her upright.
The next step was to secure the captive with her arms extended over her
head. The same leather cuffs that had held her ankles, not held her wrists.
They shortened the chain until the slave girl's extended toes were off the
ground.
By then the four French Maids had been freed of their bondage. Though they
were no longer bound, they were not free. Each wore the leather collar of a
slave girl, and had a bright red, rubber ballgag secured into her mouth. Lastly
she wore that outfit that would tell anyone at a distance what her role in life
was. If she tried to flee, she would be captured, punished, returned to her
owners, and no doubt punished again.
Two French Maids opened the package on the ground behind the captive.
Debbie saw that it contained things for her to wear, things that any slave girl
would be proud to have covering parts of her body.
They started with the sheer black stockings. One slave girl worked on each
leg, drawing the stockings up and smoothing them out.
The other two secured a pale blue, satin corset around her slender waist.
The two groups finished about the same time. The two slave girls working on the
legs adjusted the length of the straps so the tabs could hold the stockings up.
The other two laced the corset up the back.
Debbie smiled her approval at the corset. It certainly was sexy, and would
make any woman's body look better. It was curved in front so the light blue and
white lace trim framed her dark pubic hair and pussy. It was low-cut so her
large titties appeared to hang over it.
The Amazons handed a spreader bar to the French Maids. In seconds they had
the slave girl's legs spread far apart. The Amazons then lowered her to the
ground so she could stand, but only with her feet spread far apart.
Debbie started to turn to follow after Marlena, when she realized that they
were not done with that slave girl. One slave girl picked up a wooden device
from the ground behind her. As she moved around in front of the captive, the
tall brunette saw that the last six inches of it were a rather large dildo. In
the middle there was a large ring with metal threads that separated the device
into two sections.
The slave girl knelt before the captive to insert the didlo into the
newly-collar slave girl's pussy. Debbie moved back in that direction as she saw
the slave girl's eyes open wide. She made little moaning sounds as the French
Maid twisted the dildo back and forth to get it all the way up into her. The
kneeling slave loosened the ring, allowing the two pieces to move further apart.
She secured the lower end on a small pin rising from the spreader bar. When she
tightened the ring, the dildo was in the woman to stay.
Debbie smiled when she saw that the young slave's nipples had grown hard
and pointed at this action. She wondered if she enjoyed it. She hoped she did,
for knowing the Amazons, this slave girl would have much opportunity to have the
real thing in her.
With this done, the Amazon removed the chains attached to the slave girl's
collar. She was going nowhere with that spreader bar and dildo in place.
The other Amazons had not been idle while this went on. They lowered the
second slave girl and turned her around so she hung by her wrists by the time
the first two French Maids were ready for her.
The remaining two finished working on the first slave girl. An Amazon
freed her hands. Knowing she could not flee, she stood there passively while
they pulled shoulder length pale blue satin gloves up her arms. When they were
done, the Amazon stepped forward, pushing them aside with her body. She drew
the slave girl's right arm behind her back so she could fastened one end of a
set of handcuffs to it. The captive already had her left hand back so it was
easy to finish the job.
A master or mistress designed this type of corset to be worn by slave
girls. In the back, above waist level, there was a metal ring sewed into the
material. The Amazon pulled the handcuffs up so she could lock them to the
ring.
The slave girl was helpless again. She could struggle if she wanted to,
but she could not get free. She could not flee. Neither could she do anything
to protect herself. Her bare ass and titties were unprotected.
