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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 85
Did anything think Sherry's plan was going to work?
Sherry's entrance was rather spectacular. Four hooded slave girls carried her. These four slave girls would heavy, black leather slave hoods that kept them for seeing or hearing anything. Each wore a single glove that had straps to pin it against the wearer's body.
A pair of whipmistresses, one on each side directed the two slave girls on her side by rapping on hips, thighs, bottoms, titties, whatever it took to get them to move in the correct direction. Sure, it would have been faster if they could see, and if they could use their arms, but would it have been as much fun?
Each pair of slave girls had a pole strapped to them, on the right shoulder of the pair on the left, on the left shoulder of the pair on the right.
Sherry was suspended between the slave girls, one leg hooked over each pole and bound. She hung upside down in this position. They had her arms tied securely behind her back. An inflatable gag between her teeth minimized the amount of sound she could make.
Ronor squatted so his head was at the same height as hers.
“Did you really think this little plan of yours was going to work, Sherry? The only interest I had in you was that you were the one woman in town who most deserved a collar.”
He gently grabbed her the nipple of her left boob between his thumb and index finger. He played with them gently.
“Before we are finished with you, you will be begging to be a slave girl. But when you get your collar will be my decision, and mine alone.”
He rose and turned to the concierge.
“You said something about an anal persuader?”
“First she needs a couple of pussy lip rings. It will not take her long to decide that she would rather do anything you want than to have pressure exerted on those rings.”
The whipmistresses flicked their switches against the hips of the four hooded slave girls, forcing them to move outwards. They pulled captive brunette's knees further apart.
She did not want to have the pussy lip rings, but she was in no position to argue.
Ronor saw a whipmistress greasing up one of the rubber tubes and expected them to bend Sherry across a spanking bar as they had the two little bridesmaids. They were more subtle in the manner they dealt with his bride. While one mistress inserted the little rings to the captive's labia, another inserted the tube. The naked beauty's attention was on those pussy rings so it never occurred to her to clench her bottomcheeks together to make it difficult for them to insert the tube.
This tube though was different from the one he had seen used earlier. This one was punishment device in its own.
The whipmistress inserted a pussy ring. Using a pair of pliers, she tightened the ring until a pin on one end was opposite a hole on the other. She shifted the placement of the pliers to push the pin through the hole.
She used a large set of pliers to smash the head of the pin. Widened to twice the diameter of the hole, there was no way it could come out.
The ring on was Sherry.
Permanently.
Every town had a law against removing pussy rings. While there were two or three records instances of people (usually men) breaking the law by freeing a slave girl, there was no known instance of any removing a pussy ring.
Attach a leash to one and even the most recalcitrant slave girl would gladly go where led.
Yep. That ring, and the one opposite it were on to stay.
While they had the beautiful brunette in that rather undignified and totally helpless position, they strapped to her feet sandals with the 15-centimeter stiletto heels. She noticed them no more than she did the butt plug.
They used the switches on the thighs and bottoms of the hooded slave girls to turned them around. A slap on the back of the knee caused them to kneel. As the work slave knelt, one mistress stood before Sherry to pull her head forward so she did not hit it on the floor.
The other mistress freed the captive's legs from the poles. Only Sherry's body formed a connection between the two poles. The whipmistress who had freed the captive's legs kept hold of her ankles, guiding her into a roll so she landed on her feet facing Ronor. The mistress pushed down so the buxom captive had to squat with her bottom near the floor. She alter her position only if she could get her feet out from under her, and with the constant pressure on her shoulders, she found that quite impossible to do.
Another mistress ran a light chain from one pussy ring to the other, passing it through a ring on the floor. The chain had a hook on each end. They needed nothing else to keep it in place.
When the mistress released pressure on Sherry's shoulders, her body rose but she could not leave that position. The chain between the pussy rings had her body locked in that position. She squatted facing her husband with her legs spread apart.
“I take it you have some plan for her submission using her asshole.”
“Of course. First, though, we have to adjust the gag. We don't want her making a peep.”
The gag had no straps, as it needed none to hold the inflatable ball in the wearer's mouth. A rubber tube protruded a centimeter from Sherry's mouth, ending in a brass coupling. Attached to the coupling was the nozzle at the end of a tube. That tube ran to the bulb used to inflate the ball in her mouth.
The concierge slowly squeezed the ball twice. By the look of alarm on Sherry's face, Ronor could tell the ball had grown larger in her mouth.
“A value in the tube keeps the air from coming out until we want it to.”
He squeezed it again.
“An inflatable gag often is used a device of persuasion. Put it in the woman's mouth, blow it up, wait and hour, and she will do anything. Anything including placing her throat in a collar.”
He squeezed it again.
“We will use much the same technique on her asshole.”
He handed a switch to Ronor.
“Would you like to test it? Use this on her tits.”
Crack!
“Mfftt!”
Crack!
“Mfftt!”
“A couple more squeezes.”
Sherry shook her head to indicate she did not want the ball inflated any more. She had no say in the matter. The concierge squeezed it twice more.
Crack!
“Mft.”
Crack!
“Mft.”
The concierge squeezed the ball twice more.
Crack!
“Mmm.”
Crack!
“Mmm.”
“That should do it. You won't need that switch any more.”
He tossed it aside, then turned his attention to the hose leading to the gag. The pump ball and hose were a distraction. He uncoupled them, tossing them in a box.
While the concierge had flailed away at Sherry's knockers, a whipmistress had attached another hose to the coupling at the end of the captive's butt plug. The ball did not hang down, as had the one to the gag. This one was enclosed between a couple pieces of wood. The result was a pedal. Pressing the pedal down would deflate the ball, at the same time forcing air into the butt plug.
“Why don't you do the honors since she is you wife and stomp down on that pedal about ten times.”
About the fourth time he did that, Sherry's eyes began to grow large, almost as large as that rubber dildo stuck up her ass.
“Mmmm.”
“I thought she might like this.”
“Mmmm.”
The beautiful captive did not realize the concierge was joking. She did not like that shaft there. It was most uncomfortable.
“My Dear,” the concierge said to a whipmistress, “Please fetch Heidi and Fiona so we can demonstrate some more of our services.”
As the women headed for the door, he turned back to Ronor.
“Maybe another five would be in order.”
“Mmmm”
Sherry gasped for breath as she tried to find a more comfortable position. There really was none, and it was sure to get worse.
“Why don't you ask her the question that's been on your lips since you met her.”
“Sherry, do you want to be my slave girl?”
From the shoulders down she was largely immobile. She could move her head and that she did by shaking her head violently. She did not want to be a slave girl. She would not beg to be a slave girl, no matter what they did to her.
“Five more?”
The concierge smiled as he nodded.
“Mmmm.”
Ronor had time to depress the pedal only twice before the whipmistress reappeared in the room with a pair of slave girls in tow.
“Over here,” the concierge said, gesturing to his left. He pulled a chair over for Ronor.
“Why don't you let your lovely bribe think about her predicament for a few minutes while I show you how we can alter her for your pleasure.”
The groom sat facing the two kneeling slave girls. The concierge gestured toward one. The whipmistress unbuckled the ends of the strap behind the captive's head so she could remove the gag. She did not do that though. Placing a hand on the slave girl's forward, she pulled her head back.
The concierge nodded. At that signal, the women removed the gag.
The slave girl kept her mouth open wide.
“This is our “Woman's Pleasure” model. Show him.”
At that command, the slave girl stuck her tongue out. A silver stud protruded from her tongue about a centimeter from the tip.
“She had be trained to rub it against a pussy to cause your favorite mistress to come quickly.”
The whipmistress had stepped behind the other slave girl to loosen her gag. At a nod from the concierge, she pulled the gag from this captive's mouth.
“We call this model the “Man's Pleasure.”
The slave girl had three studs in her tongue.
“How many can you put in?”
“As many as you want. The most we have ever inserted in five.”
“Six,” the whipmistress said.
“Oh, yes, six. Five is symmetrically sound. That six had one off to the side. Not esthetically pleasing.”
“These all are rather interesting, but I have special plans for Sherry's tongue.”
For a few seconds the helpless brunette stopped worrying about the inflatable dildo in her ass and wondered what he had planned for her tongue. She thought she imagined the worst.
She was wrong.
With a wave of his hand, the concierge signaled the whipmistress to insert the ballgags and take away the demonstration models.
“Why don't you give her another two or three bursts of air?”
“Mmmm!”
“Don't hurry. We have all night.”
By now the inflatable tube had grown so large Sherry thought it might split her in half.
“Mmmm!”
She struggled a little, but the pain from the pussy rings told her just how helpless she was.
Ronor took his seat before her.
“Well, Sherry, do you want to be my slave girl?”
The beautiful brunette thought about it for a few seconds, then slowly shook her head. She knew that a slave collar was inevitable. She had not suffered enough pain to allow her to accept that.
Ronor quickly rose. It took him only two steps to reach the pedal.
“Mmmm!”
In less than ten seconds, he had inflated more air into the tube, making it a little larger,
“Do you want to be my slave girl?”
Slowly Sherry nodded, knowing that further resistance would cause him to inflate that tube even more.
“Have you been a real bitch?”
Slowly she nodded.
“Do you deserve a slave collar?”
She hesitated for a few seconds before shaking her head.
Ronor bounded to his feet to stomp on the pedal not once, but twice.
“Mmmm!”
Sherry sobbed continuously but because of the gag filling her mouth, they heard none of it. The only indication she was crying was the steady stream of tears running down her cheeks.
“Pretty soon the pressure of the inflated gag in her mouth will become too painful to bear. This is an idea: We will reattach the hose to the gag. You can inflate the dildo in her ass, then add a little to the one in her mouth!”
“Mmmm!”
“What's that, Sherry? Do we see a little more commitment on your part?”
She shook her head, then nodded, not knowing which answer would get him to remove the plug from her ass and the one in her mouth. For several second the beautiful captive stared at the floor before her. Growing tired of this game, Ronor started to come to his feet.
“Mmmm! Mmmmm!”
She nodded enthusiastically.
“What is that? Do you want to be a slave girl?”
Sherry nodded, the tears flowing.
“We can let her down so she put her throat in the collar. We will leave both inflatable plugs in until she is completely a slave girl.”
At a nod from the concierge, a whipmistress pressed down on Sherry's shoulders,
putting enough slack in the chain so the concierge could remove it from her
pussy lips. The whipmistress pushed the brunette forward so she was on her
knees.
The concierge had a black leather slave collar handy for Ronor to hold before
his ravishing (and ravishable) bride.
Nobody expect the captive brunette to help them put that slave collar about her neck without some encouragement. When she hesitated, the whipmistress stomped her foot on the pedal, causing the rubber tube to grow a little in her mouth.
Sherry's head shot forward, her throat against the leather so Ronor had no trouble buckling it in place. He then pulled the pins out so her long, dark hair fell down about her shoulders.
“Now drape yourself across his lap for you first spanking by your master.”
Sherry jerked her head to the side.
“We will remove the plug later. Show us that you deserve to have it removed.”
Sherry rose from her knees as she moved forward. In a matter of seconds, she had her bare bottom raised for Ronor to spank. He held her body in place with his left arm while his right hand spanked her bottom.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Mmmm!”
Oh the sheer efficiency of an inflatable gag! The only sound audible in the room was that of Ronor's hand on Sherry's bare ass.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Mmmm!”
“Since she can't really cry out, I think she should kick her legs wildly to show how much she enjoys this.”
Sherry did not understand that statement, but then she was not supposed to. She kicked her legs up and down as Ronor continued to punish her bottom.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Mmmm!”
“I think it's time she thank me for turning her into a slave girl.”
Sherry knew what that meant. She did not want to suck cock, but at least that would get the inflatable gag out of her mouth.
In second the captive was on her knees with her head between Ronor's knees, held firmly in place.
“You have ten minutes to make me come. If you succeed, we will take the plug out of you ass. If you are not, we will put the plug back in your mouth and inflate both until they are ready to explode.”
There was no way Sherry could make him come in ten minutes. He knew that. She had to try.
“Come on, you are running out of time!”
Sherry had to admit that sucking cock did not hurt as much as that inflatable gag in her mouth. She tried and she failed.
Ronor had already indicated her wanted a ballgag. He shoved Sherry's head back so she could ram that rubber ball in.
He jerked her head down, holding it in place with his knees while he brushed her long tresses aside so he could buckle the ends of the strap together behind her head. The ballgag was in place. It would not come out unless a master or mistress wanted it to.
“Could I borrow…”
A whipmistress handed him a leash. Placing his left hand against her forehead, he pushed her head back to reveal her throat. He attached the leash to the collar.
“Come along,” he said, jerking on the leash as he rose.
“Mmmmmfffffttttt!”
Sherry jerked her head around to the left.
“Oh, yes the butt plug. I was told it was a good training device. If you are a real good little slave girl, I'll take it out later. If you aren't…” He paused to turn to the concierge. “It will blow up bigger, won't it.” The man answered with a nod. “If you aren't a good little slave girl, I'll just have to see how big I can make it. Now, on your feet!”
He jerked on the leash again. A whipmistress came closer to Sherry.
Crack! Crack!
You would think that with all the pain she had been through, a couple swats on the fanny would not accomplish much, but they were enough to propel her to her feet.
With that expanded dildo rammed in her ass she could not really walk. What she did was waddle after her master.
The concierge did not know what Ronor intended to do with his new toy until he realized they were moving in the direction of the room where they had left Tracy.
It should could as a surprise to no one that they found the captive blonde in the same position they had left her. She looked over her left shoulder as the door entered. When she saw who it was, she looked back ahead as a good slave girl would.
“You really do want to be a good little slave girl, don't you Tracy?”
The blonde nodded. She was not so dumb as to answer that question honestly. She knew that denying the validity of that statement would only result in more punishment.
“I am going to continue your training where we left off, only this time you are going to be rewarded for being such a good girl.”
Ronor maneuvered Sherry around so she knelt before Tracy. Since the blonde's legs were bound apart, the new slave girl knew what was expected of her.
Ronor held the ballgag by the straps as he bounced the rubber ball off the top of her head.
“Tell Tracy she has a beautiful pussy.”
“You have a beautiful pussy.”
“Tell her it is much more beautiful than yours.”
“It is much more beautiful than mine.”
The rapped the top of her head with the ballgag again.
“What is?”
“Her pussy. Your pussy. Your pussy is much more beautiful than mine.”
“Now start over from the beginning.”
“You have a beautiful pussy. It is much more beautiful than mine.”
“Now kiss it.”
Sherry hesitated.
“Does someone have the pump for this thing to blow it up more?”
Sherry gave Tracy's pussy a light kiss.
“Come on. Plant one on there to show her you mean it.”
Sherry leaned forward a little. Ronor put his hand against the back of her head to push her face into the blonde's crouch.
“Kiss her hard. Give her a kiss she will never forget.”
She kept her lips on the woman's pussy when he released his grip.
“Okay, you can pull your head back. Now lean forward to lick it, then pull your head back.”
Sherry had to admit, having the inflated dildo in her mouth was worse. Her training as a slave girl was progressing well.
“The moment you stop licking, you replacement Tracy and we start spanking you.”
Ronor went to the table to get a leather paddle to the captive blonde. This punishment device was little more than a strap, just six centimeters wide and twenty long.
When he stepped back, Tracy looked at him, her eyes wide. He knew she was close to achieving an orgasm. Sherry obviously had skills he would never have guessed.
“Pleasure and pain. You can enjoy being a slave girl. When the timer chimes, bend over. I'm going to give you two whacks on each cheek. If you don't follow my orders exactly, maybe we'll have Sherry take her tongue elsewhere.”
He moved to the table to set the timer.
Tracy bent over when it went off. She was so close to an orgasm that she did not care whether he spanked her bottom or not.
Slap! Slap!
So what exactly does Ronor have in store for Sherry's tongue?
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