Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 30
You may remember that the day before, Nadia, Lori and Becky arrived in town in
search of Nancy and her D.A.A.M. (Dominant Anti-Amazon Mistress) friends. Well,
Nancy had few D.A.A.M. friends in town, but a hot tip sent a part of Amazons to
a little town down the coast. It was there that Nadia found Nancy.
Or, to be more precise, Nancy found Nadia.
Nadia was a big girl, but there were five of them and they took her by
surprise. The first step was to slap a piece of tape across her mouth. They
could be assured then that the remainder of the activity could proceed without
interference from the other Amazons who were only a few meters away in another
room.
They pushed the big-chested brunette to the floor. She thrashed. She
kicked. But it all did no good. They rolled her onto her front. While two pairs
of hands held her hands together palm to palm, another wrapped a rubber strap
about the wrists. When they tied it, the young woman was helplessly bound, her
fate sealed. Nothing she did would stop them from turning her into a most
obedient and submissive slave girl.
While Nadia continued to resist, her efforts were no more successful than
before.
Three activities began about the same time. Besides shortening the time
needed from beginning to end, it kept the captive confused. While she fought
them from doing one thing to her, they did another unmolested.
At one end of the captive, one D.A.M. member knelt with Nadia's head
between her knees. The buxom captive could raise her head a little, but really
could do nothing to stop the woman from doing what she wanted. She pulled the
pins from Nadia's hair. Once she had it loose, she parted it in two.
Methodically, she formed the two halves into pigtails high on the sides of
Nadia's head near the back. She held each pigtail in place with a rubber band.
Other women started at various points of Nadia's body to strip her naked.
The hooked blade of a disrobing knife had no trouble cutting through the leather
of an Amazon's outfit. (They had to be careful though. Once they had been so
energetic in stripping a captive naked, they had cut her bonds.)
The final D.A.M. woman worked on Nadia's feet. First she bound her ankles
together with another rubber strap. Once that was done, she slipped her feet
into sandals with a fifteen-centimeter stiletto heel. (If Nadia was to look like
a slave girl, she had to be shod in shoes that were anything but "sensible.")
Once the garment was gone from the Amazons's arms, one woman tied her
elbows together using a third rubber strap. The elasticity of the strap kept her
from pulling the elbows together, but the strap provided enough constriction to
make her even more helpless.
When she had the sandals strapped to Nadia's feet, the woman pulled the
bottom of the latex sheath over her feet. The bottom was molded to fit the shape
of the captive's feet. She pulled it over the toes and about the feet. The hard
part was maneuvering the latex about so she could fit each stiletto heel through
a hole designated for it.
It took two women to pull it up the captive's legs. When they reached
Nadia's hips, a third woman joined the effort. The shiny black latex stretched
to fit the contours of the naked captive's body.
When they had it midway up her back, they shoved Nadia's bound arms into a
sheath attached to the back. Now, they not only had to pull the snug garment up
her body, they had to pull it up her arms.
The result was worth the extra effort as arm sheath worked as a single
glove.
The efforts to do this were made easier as Nadia's attention was
elsewhere. The woman who had formed her long hair into pigtails threaded each
through holes in a latex hood. She then pulled the hood down over the woman's
head. Nadia tried unsuccessfully to stop her. While she concentrated on moving
her head about, she ignored the latex sheath encompassing her body.
In a matter of minutes they had the Amazon encased in black latex. Little
of her body showed. The stiletto heels of her sandals stuck through but that was
not properly part of her body. Her hair cascaded down in a pair of long
pigtails. Her eyes and nostrils were visible through special holes in the latex
hood.
These were inconsequential though. What anyone would notice first though
was Nadia's large tits that protruded through a pair of holes cut in the chest
of the sheath.
Nadia could hardly resist when they moved her so she sat upright. The
woman did something to her hair.
"Come along. Don't Dawdle."
The buxom captive could do nothing as they pulled her to her feet and
dragged her across the room to a full-length mirror.
Nadia needed only one look to know that no one would recognize her. The
only part of her body that anyone would notice would be those giant breasts of
hers, and as the saying goes: "Tits is tits."
The captive's body was totally encased in the shiny black latex. While
Nadia's dark hair almost matched the hue of the latex, they had provided
contrast by tying a white sating bow to her hair where it emerged from the latex
hood.
Nancy put her left hand under Nadia's left tit. Her right arm was around
the captive to insure she did not fall over.
"I never met an Amazon who could resist a big tit."
She laughed as she let go. She then slapped each mound to watch it wobble.
Now you may wonder, who tits are larger, Colleen's, Julie's or Nadia's?
Nadia was a big woman and her tits were the largest of the three. Colleen was
much shorter, and if hers were a little smaller, they were larger in comparison
to her height.
(As was noted earlier in the day, anything larger than a handful was wasted
anyway.)
"Somebody check to see if the coast is clear."
Once they knew there were no Amazons lurking about in the corridor or the
lobby of the inn where they were staying, one of the women squatted a little so
she could sling Nadia over her left shoulder. The buxom captive tried to resist,
but there was nothing she could do.
The clerk watched with uninterested eyes as the five women appeared in the
lobby with a slave girl. (If she was not a slave girl, she certainly deserved to
be one for allowing herself to be bound as one.)
They set the latex-clad figure so she stood upright (with the help of two
of the other women who held her). One woman looped a rubber strap about the
captive's chest above her large, bare titties. Each end had a metal ring. She
threaded the smaller ring through the upper.
The lobby had many accessories that would allow a master or mistress to put
a slave girl on display for the pleasure of others. Nancy had chosen one of
these. A chain dangled down from the ceiling. Though they intended it to allow a
slave girl's hands to be secured over her head, Nancy could use it to accomplish
her aims. They attached one end of a short chain to the smaller ring on the
rubber strap. They then threaded the other end of the chain through the ring on
the end of the chain dangling from the ceiling. Two women lifted Nadia's body in
the air to create slack in their chain. One woman pulled it down and hooked the
working end to one of the links.
When the women let go and backed away, Nadia hung from the chain, her toes
a couple dozen centimeters above the floor.
The D.A.M. Women had done this often before to Amazons so the next step
took only seconds. They attached another chain to the metal ring at Nadia's toes
on the latex outfit. The woman threaded it through the ring on the floor below
the captive. She passed the working end to a cohort squatting behind the
captive. She threaded the working end through the metal ring at Nadia's
fingertips. Running the chain back toward the floor, she pulled all slack from
it before hooking it to a link.
This all left Nadia dangling without being able to move.
They had one more thing to do. There was one more ring on the latex outfit,
midway between her breasts at the bottom. Nancy hooked a short, but willowy
switch to it.
"Come on."
The clerk watched the five women scamper across the lobby to the corridor
leading to their rooms.
Once she was alone, Nadia began to struggle but learned what all slave
girls knew. Once she had been bound and gagged, she was helpless. Nothing she
did would gain her any freedom at all.
She tried to get the clerk to come over and free her, but he was too
occupied admiring the way those gigantic tits of her wobbled while she struggled
with her bondage.
Frustrated with her inability to get free, Nadia stopped struggling for a
while. After a couple of minutes, she tried to get free again with the same lack
of success.
The buxom beauty was still struggling when her friends came out. She
grunted through the gag in a vain attempt to let them knew who she was.
She did not more than present the image of a slave girl who needed
discipline. Danielle led the group to her. With hands on hips, the Amazon
studied the captive's helpless position.
"Big, beautiful tits, and they are just going to waste here."
Removing the switch from the ring, she used the end to poke one nipple,
then the other. The tips did not respond as she had hoped.
"Let's make these girls nice and pointed."
She began to slap the switch against the captive right nipple. The blows
were not hard, but Nadia's body convulsed in pain with every blow.
"Let me try."
Lori took the switch. Her targets were not the nipples, but each blow was
harder. Nadia tried to scream through the gag. She tried to let them know who
she was. Nothing she did helped. They passed the switch from one Amazon to
another until all had at least two turns. By then, a series of line welts across
Nadia's titties showed where the switch had landed.
Laughing, the Amazons moved on.
Nancy and her cohorts came out some time later. They wanted to make
certain the Amazons were gone.
"You were right, Nancy, the Amazons do know how to admire a fine pair of
tits."
Nadia did not resist as they lowered her to the floor. Once they removed
the chain from the ring at her feet, one of the women slung her over her
shoulder. The women hurried back to their room.
The clerk appeared uninterested until he was certain they could not see
him. As he watched the women disappear down the corridor, the faintest trace of
a smile appeared on his face.
Nadia found herself kneeling on a low bench. She could do nothing, not even
watch, as they bound her legs to the bench. One woman tied a rope to the ring at
her fingertips. She tossed it over a rafter. When it came down, another woman
eagerly pulled on it. By shortening the rope she pulled the buxom captive's
hands in the air. Nadia had to bend over. She fell forward, but because they
attached the rope to the ring, she did not fall down.
In this position, her bottom pushed against the latex. Nancy smiled as she
patted it.
"If there's one thing I like, it's a broad target."
The paddle was a common type, not unlike the one the Amazons used to force
a woman to submit. Nancy drew it back, then slapped it against Nadia's fanny.
Crack!!
The Amazon thrashed about, her massive tits wobbling wildly. The other
women laughed heartily as Nancy drew the paddle back again.
Crack!!
"I don't hear any complaints. She must be enjoying it."
Crack!!
Nadia continued to thrash about as much as her bondage would allow. They
all knew that before long she would be begging to wear the collar of a slave
girl. Until then they would continue to pummel her ass her switch, whip, and
paddle.
To be continued comments welcomed.
