Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 15
"My plan is working perfectly," Paulette Peters thought. Okay, she had
spent several hours bent over so any man who happened by could use her body.
She lost track of the number of orgasms she had, and had gained a new
appreciation for making Ronor happy. Once she was able to use her feminine
wiles on him, he would surely want to marry her instead of that slut Shelley.
The beautiful brunette moaned through the gag filling her mouth. Though
her legs and back ached from the bent-over position she had been in for hours,
the moan came from the disappointment of being freed from that position. The
effect of being bound naked, so any man could use her body who wanted to, was
something she had never before imagined. She wanted more of the attention that
position generated. She could not believe any man could pass her by.
Shelley's attempt to keep her from seeing Ronor would fail. She would be
delivered to him as a slave girl, right under the guards' noses. He would take
one look at her and decide he wanted to marry her instead of Shelley.
The buxom brunette smiled through the gag wedged between her teeth.
Perhaps, after they were married, she might even pretend to be a slave girl so
he could use her any way he wished. She felt her nipples grow hard as she
thought of herself bent over, legs spread, strategically placed ropes keeping
her immobile. Ronor would enjoy it. So would she.
The same the mistress who had kept her a prisoner since Janice left took
Paulette back to an alcove. There she bound the young woman spreadeagle to clean
her up. The mistress turned a crank that lengthened a chain. A wooden bar
attached to the end of that chain descended from the ceiling. A leather cuff
was attached to each end by a single link of chain. The woman freed Paulette's
hands, but immediately pulled the right over to one end of the bar. The leather
cuff went about the wrist. The left hand went into the other leather cuff.
As the mistress moved across the room, Paulette turned her head a little to
the right to watch. When the woman turned the crank in the opposite direction,
the chain shortened. The bar rose toward the ceiling, drawing her arms into the
air. The woman stopped turning when the lovely captive's hands were above her
head where she could not use them to protect her body.
She returned to fasten a spreader bar between Paulette's legs. The captive
already stood with her feet apart, so it took the woman only a minute to fasten
one leather cuff about each ankle.
The bar was now between her legs so she could not pull them together.
The mistress smiled at her before returning to the crank. She shortened
the chain again by turning the crank around in a circle four more times. The bar
rose toward the ceiling, drawing the buxom captive with it. The woman stopped
when Paulette's feet were several centimeters off the floor.
With her legs bound far apart, Paulette was helpless with every intimate
part of her body available to anyone who happened by. The beautiful brunette
felt the mistresses hands on her body, and wanted desperately to make love to
the woman. The leather collar locked about her neck proclaimed to all that she
was only a slave girl. To whom she made love would not be her choice. The
brunette's mouth became dry was she thought of herself helpless in Ronor's arms.
Paulette did not realize it, but she began to think of herself as a slave
girl. What she wanted did not matter. Men and free women would decide what she
did.
Tears ran down her cheeks as she realized just how vulnerable she was.
Then she remembered Ronor. They would take her out in public bound as a slave
girl, but they would deliver her to Ronor. One look at her and his heart would
be hers.
Paulette saw movement from the corner of her eye. The mistress crossed to
a table where she picked up a piece of paper. After studying it for a few
seconds, she disappeared off to the left. The captive beauty put her head back
to relax as she wondered what would happen next. She felt certain Janice had
passed along her instructions, but now this mistress controlled her fate.
She hoped Ronor would appreciate what she was doing to get him to marry
her.
The dark-haired mistress returned with clothing for her. Paulette had said
only that she wanted to wear the clothing of a slave girl. She suggested Janice
pick out the items for her to wear. Not being able to choose her own clothing
would make her feel even more as though she was a slave girl. Besides, she
could not choose the correct outfit. She needed someone objective to pick
attire that was sexy enough for her to overcome any inhibitions she might have.
With the proper lingerie and dress, she was certain Ronor would want to keep her
as his own.
The mistress crossed the alcove to a cabinet where she deposited the
clothing and selected an item from a drawer. Since the item chosen was small
and made of leather, Paulette wondered if it was a new gag. She rubbed her dry
tongue over the curve of the rubber ball filling her mouth. The novelty of
having it in her mouth had worn off hours before.
The mistress moved to her right until she disappeared from sight. Paulette
stared straight ahead, knowing if she turned her head, she might be punished.
To this woman, to all free women, she was nothing more than a slave girl. She
showed how obedient she could be by staring straight ahead, pretending to ignore
what the mistress was about to do to her.
Paulette flinched when saw something close to her face. The mistress had
chosen a leather blindfold for her. As soon as the woman had it against the
captive's eyes, Paulette could see nothing but the dark leather. As the
mistress tightened the strap to hold it in place against her face, no light
could get through to her eyes.
Paulette was in total darkness, even more helpless than she had been.
Since she could not see what went on about her, the buxom brunette
concentrated on listening. The mistress moved to her left. After a few seconds
the sounds of her footsteps disappeared.
Paulette twisted her hands back and forth in a futile attempt to get free.
"What if something has gone wrong?" she wondered as she used her tongue to
explore the gag in her mouth again. Trying to draw her legs together failed
also. She could do nothing more than dangle silently in the air.
Footsteps sounded to the left, footsteps that could only come from slave girls.
The distinctive "clickety, clickety," of their high heels on the floor told the
buxom captive that her mistress had brought at least two of them with her.
Unable to resist, or help, or do anything, Paulette remained spreadeagled
until they finished dressing her. Unseen hands removed all her clothing before
cleaning her. (The attire worn by slave girls was designed so it could be put
on, or removed, while the captive was helplessly bound.) The entire operation
only took a few minutes as slave girls wore little. Paulette felt them
fastening a garterbelt about her slender waist before pulling the stockings up.
Fingers touched her thighs as they adjusted the length of the straps to keep the
stockings pulled up. High heeled sandals went on her feet, sandals with a strap
across the top of her foot and around her ankle so she could not kick them off.
A cloth brushed across her body. This was the dress she was to wear.
Often slave girls went out in public bare-assed naked, but usually masters and
mistresses liked to have the slaves dressed in the most demeaning and erotic
attire imaginable. Paulette wondered what they had in store for her.
Hands grabbed her titties to push them through the cloth. The garment
enveloped her body as they pulled it behind her back to snap the ends together.
She felt the material about her hips. At least her pussy would be covered.
The sounds of the high heels moved away from her before stopping. A few
seconds later she heard the "clicking" as a mistress secured handcuffs on a
slave girl. After a few more seconds, the sounds suggested a second slave girl
had been secured in bondage. Almost immediately the sounds of the high heels on
the floor began again and quickly moved away from her.
Paulette stood there helplessly, awaiting her mistress's return, which
occurred a couple of minutes later. Footsteps moved from her left to her right
in the direction of that cabinet. A door opened and closed. The footsteps came
over in front of her.
She tried to look down when the mistress put the belt about her waist, but
of course she saw nothing with the blindfold on. She listened as her mistress
moved around behind her. Hands freed her right hand from the cuff that held it
above her head, but immediately drew it behind her back where a steel cuff
awaited. The cold steel tightened about her wrist. When the hands let go, the
tug on the leather belt told her the cuff was attached to the belt in back.
Not only would her hands be secured to the belt, but she would have to hold them
at waist-level.
The hands brought her left hand down in back where another steel cuff
awaited.
The footsteps moved about the area, returning to where she stood. In
seconds the cuff about her right ankle fell away, followed seconds later they
the cuff on her left.
Paulette could have brought her legs together but she did not. Everyone
thought she was a slave girl. As a slave girl who acted improperly they would
be punish her as they would any other slave girl.
The footsteps moved around behind her. She kept her head straight forward
as though what happened behind her was of no consequence.
Hands gripped her upper arms and a shove propelled her forward. The
beautiful captive took a few steps in the direction indicated until the hands
twisted her body to the left.
When the blindfold came off, Paulette found herself staring at her
reflection in a mirror.
The colors the mistress chose for her were lime green and black, well,
mainly shiny lime green. The stockings were sheer black, but both the satin
dress and the high heeled sandals were green. The dress was short as any slave
girl's outfit would be, but it was just long enough to cover the top of the sto
ckings.
No one though would notice her legs. All eyes would be drawn to her
massive titties protruding through the pair of "tit holes" in the bodice of the
dress. The mistress' hands came around her body to grab the supple mounds and
lift them a little.
"This outfit really makes these girls seem all the bigger."
Paulette had to admit that it was true. She could not imagine any woman
having tits as big as those.
"Turn around and look at you back."
The buxom brunette did as the mistress ordered. She changed her position
so her back was to the mirror with her legs spread apart. The hem of the
minidress was much shorter in back. It came only to the bottom of her
bottomcheeks when she stood erect.
"Now bend over."
In that position, she saw the reflection of her pussy was visible in the
mirror. The mistress had not dressed her in panties. Her bottom and pussy were
uncovered. As a slave girl she could expect to spend a lot of time bent over.
Everyone could see and enjoy the sights.
Paulette wanted to smile.
Ronor would be helpless in her hands.
The mistress attached a leather leash to the ring on the front of her
collar. Before ordering her forward though, the woman reattached the cowbell.
"Let us go."
As she followed the mistress, Paulette bobbed her head up and down so the
cowbell clanged. Everyone--masters, mistresses, even slave girls -- turned to
look at her.
Though her head moved in one direction, her eyes shifted back and forth.
She felt proud that none of the slave girls had bosoms as large as hers.
"Oh, stop that infernal noise."
The speaker was a man seated in a chair against the wall. As they
approached he to his feet and moved past her mistress to stand immediately in
front of Paulette. His hands moved up to cup her titties. As he lifted the
supple mounds, his thumbs brushed across the nipples. They were still as hard
as they had been all day. Paulette did not want him to let go.
"They really are large, but I do not want that noise following me
everywhere."
He removed the cowbell and handed it to the mistress.
"Kneel."
Paulette slowly lowered her left knee to the floor, then brought her right
down to join it. Only then did he remove the leash from her collar. He handed
it to the mistress also.
"I am sorry if I am late. Time got away from me."
"It is okay. There are a couple more slave girls who have not arrived
yet."
As he spoke, he pulled a leather device from his belt. Paulette wanted to
look to see what it was but was afraid that he would punish her if she did. She
stared at his chest as he fastened something about her head. "I wonder if he
was one of the men back there who used me," she thought.
It took almost a minute for the beautiful brunette to realize that he
strapped slave girls' blinders on her head.
The slave girls' blinders were a bondage device used to keep the captive
women from knowing where they were. A harness went about the wearer's head. On
each side of the head, a stiff leather pad ten centimeters high by eight wide
extended forward so the wearer could not see on either side of her.
With one hand he pushed her head forward so she had to look at the floor.
He attached chains from the harness to the rings on the sides of her
collar. When he let go, she tried to raise her head but discovered the chains
kept her from doing that.
He stepped around behind her. One hand against her forehead held her head
up as far as the chains would allow. He attached another chain to the ring in
back.
"Looks good."
Paulette discovered she could only see a short distance in front of her.
She could not move her head up or down, left or right because of the chain. The
only way to see anything was to turn her whole body. A slave girl who did
something foolish like that could expect to be punished most severely.
He squatted immediately to her right to attach a small leather strap about
her right ankle. A dozen small circular bells dangled down, ringing at the
slightest movement. Shifting position slightly, he attached another to her
other ankle.
He attached a chain leash to the ring on the front of the collar. A jerk
up was the signal for her to rise.
She followed him at the end of the leash outside. With every step the
bells on the ankle straps jingled, drawing attention to her. Though no longer
adorned with that cowbell, she could go no where without people knowing.
She thought it funny that he objected to the sound of the cowbell, but
still used the ankle bells.
Suddenly a kneeling slave girl appeared in sight. Paulette caught a glimpse of
her head and knew she also wore the slave blinders.
"Kneel."
Paulette dropped to her knees behind the slave girl and watched as the man
attached the end of the leash to a ring on the back of the other slave girl's
collar, a ring hidden by her long brown hair.
He walked away when he was done. Of course, Paulette could not see him do that,
but knew by the sound of the footsteps that he had left.
The buxom captive stared at the hair of the slave girl in front of her.
She had often wondered what it would be like, not only to be bound, gagged, and
helpless, but to be linked front and back to other slave girls so she was
nothing more than another body in a crowd. Now she knew.
Without thinking of it, she played with her bondage, feeling the cold
steel on her flesh. By pulling on the cuffs, she caused the belt to press
against her tummy. Escape was impossible no matter how hard she tried.
"What is taking those other two so long to get here? I want to get this
over with," she thought as she tried to move her head. She knelt so close to
the slave girl before her that all she could see was her hair.
"On your feet, Slave Girls." Crack! Crack!
Paulette started to rise as soon as the order was given but she was no
used to getting up and down without the use of her arms to maintain her balance.
Crack!
"Mmmffftt!"
The switch caught her on the right thigh. She straightened up immediately
and almost lost her balance. Someone grabbed her arm to steady her so she did
not fall over.
The buxom brunette thought they would start off immediately, but there was
still the matter of the two other slave girls to attend to. She felt the man
pulling her long, dark hair aside in back. The tug on her slave collar told her
someone was attaching the end of a leash to the ring on the back of her collar.
The coffle was now complete. Paulette was nothing more than another sexy
and beautiful slave girl chained into a line for movement from one place to
another.
"Walk." Crack! Crack! Crack!
Though the leash connecting her to the slave girl in front was two meters
long, her head was less than a meter away. This allowed the captives to advance
at their own pace at the beginning without stopping and starting.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Paulette stared at the street in front of her. The sides of the street
were paved with smooth stones so there were no obstructions to cause slave girls
in spike high heels to trip. Paulette took one step forward after another.
Crack!
She saw a switch land on the right bottomcheek of the slave girl ahead of
her. The hand holding the switch quickly pulled it back. Paulette stared at
the red line where it had landed.
Crack!
"Mmmfffttt!"
Pain shot through her bottom when the switch landed. She picked the pace
up a little to get closer to the slave girl ahead of her. She did not want to
give him reason to use it on her again. She was rapidly learning how to be a
good, little slave girl.
The slave girl ahead of her turned to the right, and she followed.
"We are now going...."
She knew the street on the other side of the inn. Perhaps they had turned
down it, or maybe they traveled further than that. Then of course there were
the alleys. Slavers used them often to transfer coffles of slave girls to keep
the slow-moving lines from tying up traffic.
Then of course there was the problem that only free women could use the
front door of a place. Slave girls were delivered to the back door, just as any
package would be.
Paulette had lived her entire life in this town, but after only a few
minutes in the coffle, she had no idea where she was.
Her eyes moved to the right and then the left. The street and the curb
looked pretty much the same everywhere. The roadway to her left and the curb to
her right might be a different shade of gray, but they revealed nothing. The
slave blinders did their job well. She saw nothing that would tell her where
she was.
Fifteen minutes after the coffle started, it came to a halt. The pace was
necessarily slow so they had not gone far from the inn. Paulette tried to raise
her head again to see what was going on, but could not. All she could do was
stare at the legs of the slave girl before her. She heard voices but could not
make out the words. Suddenly the slave girl in front of her took a couple steps
forward. Paulette did the same, feeling the leash from the back of her collar
to that of the slave girl behind her grow taut. When that slave girl stepped
forward, the tension on the leash eased.
Paulette knew a slave girl had been removed from the coffle ahead of her.
One captive no longer had to think about being paraded around in public, bound,
gagged, half-naked. She had arrived at her destination.
Paulette wondered how much longer it would be until she arrived at hers.
The coffle stopped a second time, then a third as more slave girls were
removed from the coffle. At the fourth stop, she realized they were adding one
to the end of the coffle behind her.
The line started forward for a few minutes before stopping again. The two
slave girls behind her were removed from the coffle. The slave girl on the end
was brought forward so she was still connected front and back.
Paulette began walking forward again when the slave girl ahead of her did.
They turned left, they turned right. They could have gone in a complete circle
and Paulette would not have realized it.
The coffle stopped. They had arrived at her destination.
Hands removed the end of the leash from the collar of the slave girl ahead
of her. Those hands then turned her to the left and pushed her forward.
"Spread them." To add emphasis to the command, he grabbed a handful of
pubic hair and pulled. She moved her feet about a meter apart.
He removed the slave blinders, then with one hand on the back of her head,
he pushed her upper body down so her head was a waist-level. Paulette
remembered back in the in when she had been in that position. Anyone standing
behind her would be able to see her pussy. She wanted desperately to pull her
legs together but knew she could not without being severely punished.
He attached the end of the leash to a ring on the wall about two meters
above the ground.
Paulette stared at it, realizing that it was so high that she could not reach it
with her cuff hands.
When he had finished removing the slave blinders, he removed the belled straps.
As he rose he grabbed her dangling right tit to give it a playful squeeze.
"I do wish I had time to play with these girls."
Then she was alone.
There was no one there to watch her so she could have straightened up if
she wanted to but she knew if they caught her, she would be punished. Where
that switch had landed on her bottom still burned.
The wait was not long. Someone came out of the house. With her long hair
hanging down, she could not see who it was.
Suddenly she could see nothing as hands applied a blindfold over her eyes.
With the ends buckled together the blindfold was in place.
She could see nothing.
The leash swung from one side to the other. She knew the hands were
freeing the end of the leash. Soon she would be inside. She would see Ronor.
She would win him back.
She started forward, then turned left. A few more steps forward, then
another turn to the left.
Hands pushed her to her knees. Without thinking she kept her knees spread as a
slave girl.
She heard another set of footsteps come and the original set disappear from
the room.
Ronor had her. Soon he would be hers.
A hand slid the blindfold off.
"I knew that eventually you would find your truly calling, Paulette.
Hahahahaha,"
The buxom brunette raised her head in horror. It was not Ronor who held
the end of her leash.
Shelley Baker reached forward to pinch both nipples.
Paulette was now her slave girl.
