Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 18
Andrea Anderson knelt on the ground with her legs spread far apart so
anyone standing in front of her could not help but see her pussy. Though her
head was bowed to show her mistresses how submissive she was, her gaze did not
extend down to her pussy. She concentrated on her large titties.
"I wonder how long they can stay like that?" she thought as she stared at
the pointed nipples. She had lost track long before of the number of times she
climaxed as a result of another slave girl licking her pussy. That delicious
torment had ended several minutes before, and yet her nipples were still hard
and pointed. The slave girl suspected it would not take much effort for her to
come again.
She raised her head to see if any of the Amazons showed interest in her.
She suspected that with more training, her face buried in another woman's pussy
would be sufficient to cause her to come. Then she would know she was
completely a slave girl.
She certainly wore the clothing of a slave girl. The corset, straps and
stockings outline her pussy and drew attention toward her uncovered pussy.
Andrea could not provide herself with any modesty as they had bound her wrists
behind her back.
She could hardly wait for that training to begin.
An Amazon appeared suddenly in sight on her right. With her left hand the
mistress pushed the blonde's head back so her nose was in the air. This made it
easy for the woman to attach the end of the leash to the ring on the front of
her collar.
"On your feet, Pussy."
The buxom blonde staggered to her feet. She was incapable of any
resistance. Her entire body was exhausted from the pleasure of having to endure
one orgasm after another. She hated to see the session in the pillories end.
Well, she was not excited about having her tongue in another slave girl's pussy,
but it did give her some degree of satisfaction to have her come again
and again because of Andrea's actions with her tongue. She enjoyed it when her
head was secured in the pillory and one slave girl after another took advantage
of her helplessness.
She staggered forward at the end of the leash, acting as a most obedient
slave girl.
Near the gates of the city, customs officials insured that all slave girls
would enter the town were properly processed. Most of them were from other
towns, perhaps villages, or isolated houses. A few, such as Andrea, were from
the town itself. They would be fingerprinted to establish their identities in
case a conflict arose over who owned whom. If there was data in the files about
the slave girl, they would discard it. Andrea knew that by morning no trace of
her would exist. She would be nothing more than another beautiful slave girl at
the end of her mistress's leash.
Walking with her head bowed, she did not see another beautiful slave girl
being lead toward the same destination. Even if she had seen her, she would not
have recognized her. It was Janice, being readied to be taken into town. It
was getting late in the day, and the Amazons were about to move their most
recent acquisitions into town.
The Amazon led the beautiful blonde to a processing post. This was little
more than a wood post four or five centimeters in diameter. The top, a little
less than a meter above the ground, was padded. Near the ground heavy steel
rings protruded from the sides of the post. Laying on the ground beyond the
post was a pair of adjustable steel rods. Andrea was too interested in the
post to pay them any attention.
Janice was already in position when they arrived at the post. The mistress
who secured her handed a small stool to Andrea's mistress. The woman placed it
on the ground before the post.
"Step up on the stool," she said as she removed the end of the chain leash from
the upper ring on the front of the blonde's slave collar. "I want your belly
on top so you will not fall off."
The beautiful blonde was not completely certain what the woman wanted, but
she stepped forward any way. She leaned forward, discovering that she could
balance her body on that padded top with her head and upper body hanging down on
one side, and her feet on the other
The Amazon kicked the stool to her right where another Amazon was going
with Cindi in tow.
Quickly she moved around Andrea. It was not a good idea to allow slave
girls any freedom at all, particularly if they were new to the collar. Bound
and dressed as she was, She could do nothing to regain her freedom. The Amazon
knew that if they kept a slave girl tethered so she could not run off, she would
be much more submissive. The mistress ran a chain from a ring on the post at
the ground to the blonde's collar. After threading the end through the upper
ring, she ran it as far as it would go. With her left hand she pushed down on
the back of Andrea's shoulders. When she had the chain hooked to a link, Andrea
could not raise her head and upper body.
The Amazon picked up the rods, tossing one on the ground behind the
luscious captive before she walked around the post. On one end of the rod there
was a broad leather cuff. The mistress looped it about Andrea's right ankle.
She had no need to lock it. Andrea certainly was in no position to get it off
on her own.
The Amazon attached the bracket on the other end to the ring on the post.
A few adjustments, and she had it locked securely in place. Quickly she moved
over to the other side to repeat the work with the other rod and the blonde's
left ankle.
She then stepped back to admire her work. The buxom blonde's legs were
spread far apart. In that position her pussy was totally exposed and
vulnerable. Anyone who wanted to could use her pussy
Exhausted by one orgasm after another, Andrea quickly fell asleep. She did
not awake when they took her fingerprints. She did not hear them admiring the
size of her titties. She did not hear the merchant taking off his pants. She
came awake only as she was about to explode in another orgasm.
"Mmmmmfffffftttt!!"
She tried to raise her head in the air, but the short chain between her
slave collar and the post kept her from doing that. Neither could she bring her
legs together (though that would have been impossible since the man stood
between them). She came a second and a third time. The fourth and fifth came
almost at the same time and the sixth was not far behind.
"Mfffftttt!!"
The man pulled his pants up prior to moving down to Cindi to give her a
"test drive."
Andrea struggled with her bondage without any hope of getting free. The
more often she came, the more she wanted to come.
She stopped struggling and felt relieved when another man stepped up behind
her. Primed by the machinations of the first, she came quickly. Again she
uttered a disgruntled, muffled complaint when he was done before she wanted.
The processing of the slave girls' paperwork was done quickly. A nominal
fee was paid. It was time to move them into the city itself.
Andrea felt them free her legs. She let them hang down while they removed
chain to her collar. She felt several pairs on hands on her body as they pulled
it back. She landed on her feet, but was forced to her knees.
"Put your head down."
Staring at her bare thighs, she saw her long, blonde tresses come into
sight as they pulled them in front of her body. This left the buckle on the
strap of her ballgag free. Once the strap was loose, they pushed her head back
so she looked up at them. A pair of hands jerked the rubber ball from her
mouth.
"Are you thirsty?"
The blonde nodded, uncertain if she was allowed to speak or not.
Her blue eyes opened wide as they produced the bottle. It was something of
a baby bottle, but instead of a rubber nipple, it had a rubber cock.
"Beg to suck it."
"Please let me suck it."
"Show us you are worthy of it. Kiss it and then lick it."
Andrea puckered her lips as they demanded and kissed the end of the dildo
She proceeded to lick it as well. After she had totally humiliated herself,
they finally shoved it into her mouth.
Andrea felt the water passing down her throat. The shaft was so far into her
mouth that she had trouble getting it to her lips. The dildo was very large.
She wondered if the real thing would be as large. She wondered if Debbie would
ever let her find out. When they decided she had enough, they replaced the
ballgag. There was more to her bondage now.
They fastened a harness went about her head. On each side, a stiff leather
pad
ten centimeters high by eight wide extended forward so the blonde could not see
on either side of her.
Someone pushed her head forward so she had to look at the ground. More
hands attached chains from the harness to the rings on the sides of her collar.
When they let go, she tried to raise her head but discovered the chains kept her
from doing that One hand against her forehead held her head up as far as the
chains would allow. An Amazon attached another chain to the ring
in back.
They pushed her to her knees behind a kneeling slave girl. All Andrea
could tell was that this slave girl had long, light brown hair. If she had
known Janice before, she would not have recognized her now. No one would
recognize her either.
There was constant movement on both sides of her. Instinctively she tried
to look to the right, but found that the check chains kept her from doing that.
She tried to turn her head in the other direction but discovered she could not
do that either. She could only stare at the ground or the high heels and lower
back of the slave girl ahead of her.
The time arrived for the coffle to start out.
"On your feet, Pussies," the cry went up and down the line. To add
emphasis to the command, the Amazons applied a willowy switch to any captive who
did not respond quickly. Andrea was almost to her feet when she felt the switch
land on her right upper thigh in back. She straightened up quickly. If she had
to be a most obedient slave girl to avoid being punished, then that
was what she would be.
"Move!"
The switch landed again, this time across her already red bottom. She took
a step forward expecting to run into the slave girl before her, but that captive
had stepped forward also.
The coffle was on the move.
In the lead, far ahead of Andrea where she could not see, an Amazon on
horseback led the coffle on its route. The end of the leash of the first slave
girl in the ring was attached to a ring on her saddle. (At least Andrea could
see Janice's back. The first slave girl in the coffle could see nothing but the
horse's behind.)
The customs outpost was several hundred meters from the city's gates. Even
walking slowly because of their bondage and blinders, it took the line of
helpless captives just a few minutes to reach the entrance. The line of
captives passed through the gate and proceeded forward a dozen meters or so.
As the coffle turned right, the direction of the shadows changed. Andrea
realized they were now in town.
She was within the city walls wearing the collar of a slave girl. No one
would help her. She knew further that it was even against the law to free a
slave girl in the city. She knew of no instance where a slave girl was taken
outside and freed. She would remain a slave girl.
The route chosen by the Amazons was one they often took from the gate to their
headquarters. The horse leading the coffle could just about find its way
on its own. If this was a well-traveled route to the Amazons, it was unknown to
the captives. Two minutes after the coffle entered the town, every slave girl
had no idea where she was. Andrea trudged along behind Janice, going where she
was led. The idea of resisting never occurred to her. She was only a slave
girl.
Something that did both her was the absence of comment by free men and
women. Okay, they could not see her face too well, but they certainly could see
her long, blonde tresses and her large exposed boobs. Still, no body made any
comment.
Of course, what the beautiful blonde had forgotten was that she was nothing
more than another slave girl. No one would congratulate her on her body. All
slave girls were beautiful and sexy.
She was nothing more than another animal to be enjoyed.
The coffle stopped in the alley immediately behind the headquarters of the
Amazons. None of the slave girls had ever been there so there was no way any of
them could know that, even without the blinders.
The first two slave girls were removed and taken inside. Janice was next
in line. An Amazon attached the end of a chain leash to her collar and led her
to the left toward the back of the building beside the entrance.
Now it was Andrea's turn. The chain that had connected her to the back of
Janice's collar now dangled down between her large, naked titties. She could
not see it, but she certainly could feel it. A hand came into sight as an
Amazon seized the end of the chain to unfasten it from the ring on the front of
her collar. She could not tell what the woman did with it, but almost
immediately she attached the end of a chain leash to the ring in its place.
That leash hung down as its predecessor had while the woman removed the chain
attached to the back of her collar.
Once all that was done, the mistress led the beautiful blonde over beside
Janice.
"Spread your legs, and bend over."
Once the luscious captive had done that, the Amazon attached the end of the
leash to a ring on the wall a little less than two meters above the street.
There was no need to lock it was no matter how hard she tried, Andrea would
not be able to reach it.
As she stepped past, the mistress patted the captive on her bare fanny.
"Have fun, Blondie."
Andrea knew that in this position, anyone standing behind her would be able
to see her pussy. Her only wish was that some guy would see her in this
position and would available himself of the opportunity.
Standing next to the entrance to oversee the processing of the
newly-collared captives, Marlena motioned one of the Amazons over to her.
"Get a couple of couriers over here to deliver this two. I do not want to
have to post a guard to watch them."
By then the Amazons were leading Gina forward. Just inside the opening
they pushed her to her knees.
The beautiful brunette tried to look around her as they methodically
removed the slave blinders.
One Amazon grabbed a fistful of hair to pull her head back. Another pulled
a white satin slave hood down over her head. It was double-thickness so no
light at all could get through to the captive's eyes. The word "pussy" was
spelled out in red sequins down the front so everyone would know the status of
the wearer even if they could not see her face.
The same Amazon who had buckled the gag strap, now pulled the end of a
satin ribbon together to tie them in a large bow. This secured the cloth about
the beautiful brunette's head so no light could get through. The bow insured
that it would not come off.
The Amazons then pulled their captive to her feet so they could loop a
leather strap about her upper chest above her boobs and under her arms. At one
end there was a large metal ring. On the other was a chain. One Amazon
threaded the chain through the ring. She held the end of the chain above the
slave girl's head to keep the leather strap from becoming loose.
One Amazon on each side of Gina holding on to an arm pushed her
forward."There is a set of stairs in front of you. Put your left foot on the
first one. Good. Then put your right foot up beside it. Do not worry, we will
hold you so you do not fall over. Good. Left foot. Good, good. Now the
right.
One more step to go. First the left. Now the right."
As soon as the captive was on the top step, the Amazon holding the chain
attached the working end of it to a hook hanging down from a track overhead. As
the Amazons stepped back, another of their company who had been working inside
came to take charge of the captive. She needed something to hold onto, and
Gina's pubic hair was easily within reach. Grabbing a handful of hair, she
pulled.
"Mmmmmfffffttt!!"
Gina protested to no avail as her body moved forward. She tried to keep
her feet on the top step, but the Amazons who had guided her to the top now
grabbed her ankles to pull her feet far apart. The Amazon who had held the
chain for the captive, now had a spreader bar. Standing behind Gina, she
slipped it between her thighs just above the knees. The Amazons let go of her
feet to buckle the strap about the captive's lower thigh. In second they were
done.
"Do not dawdle, " the Amazon taunted the captive as she began to pull
again.
The hook was attached to the track by a bracket with rollers. The captive
moved effortlessly inside the Amazon's headquarters.
Marlena stood at the doorway until Jane was brought forward. Gagged and
hooded, she mounted the stairs as each slave girl had before her. Before they
added the spreader bar, the Amazon leader attached a nipple clamp to her right
tit. Jane issued a little moan through her gag, but it was nothing compared to
the sound she made when an Amazon dragged her forward by her pubic hair.
Dangling down from the clamp with a small card with special instructions.
Marlena smiled as she saw the beautiful brunette disappear down the hall to
the front of the building. She had plans for this one. Jane had all the
earmarking of a born slave. If she was correct, she would be the first to
acknowledge her new status.
Gina was thankful they let her go to the bathroom. They then stripped her
down until she wore nothing but high heeled pumps (and of course the satin slave
hood).
Unseen hands held hers together, palm-to-palm, while another set of hands
looped a rope about the wrists. She felt several loops before they were
cinched. When the final knots were tied, she could not escape at all.
The Amazons were not content with making her helpless though. One Amazon
folded a rope in half to create a loop. Passing it under Gina's left arm, she
thrust the working ends through the loop. By pulling on it, she secured it to
the captive's upper arm immediately above her elbow. Running it over to the
right arm, she looped it around once, then ran it back to the left.
Bracing her body by placing a knee against Gina's side, she pulled, slowly
drawing the beautiful captive's elbows together. One Amazon on each side began
to push on her arms to help them move nearer to one another. When they touched,
the Amazon knotted the ends of the rope, then cinched the loops.
The Amazons pulled their naked captive to her knees.
