Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 32
Not far from where Nadia was undergoing an attitude adjustment at the
hands of Nancy and the other members of D.A.A.M, the slaver Canjac sat at a
table in a little inn enjoying his dinner. We met him earlier outside the walls
of the city where the Amazons were showing off Andrea and their latest
acquisitions. Canjac was a man of taste, a man of manner, a man with a
discerning view toward acquiring only the most beautiful, most sensuous slave
girls.
Servile? That was not a requirement to Canjac. His philosophy was simple
– the more beautiful the woman, the easier it is to turn her into a most
submissive slave girl.
So here he is, in the same little oceanside town as the Amazons and the
D.A.A.M. A coincidence? Let us see...
Canjac's plans for the evening were interrupted in a most delightful
manner when a bag of coins landed on the table next to his plate.
He had watched the woman's approach from the corner of his eye. When he
turned his head toward her, he did an instant appraisal of her looks. His
technique was quite simple. Look at the woman. Imagine her with a ballgag in
her mouth. If the mental image is appealing, she is beautiful. No need to study
the slope of her nose, or how high her cheekbones are. Shove a ballgag in her
mouth, and if it was worth the effort, she is beautiful.
The woman standing there passed the test easily.
She had her dark brown hair pinned up in the manner of a free woman. Her
eyes were almost an identical shade. Though she tried to hide it with the
attire she wore, he could tell she had a most delightful body.
"What is this for?"
He gestured toward the bag of coins in a most casual manner as he asked
the question.
Using that as an invitation, the woman pulled up a chair to sit down. She
leaned forward so no one could hear her plan.
"My fee. My name is Emily Adams and I want you to teach me to be a
whipmistress."
"Do you know who I am?"
"Yes. You are Canjac, the Slave master."
"If you know me, then you know I do not use whipmistresses."
Her eyes flicked down toward the bag of coins as she thought about
retrieving it.
"Besides, I can sense that you are the type of woman who is better-suited
to wearing a collar, than welding a whip."
"I am not!"
She sat back in the chair, her eyes wide in indignation at his statement.
He knew why she wanted to be a whipmistress. She was afraid that if she
continued her own humdrum existence for much longer, she would find herself
stripped and collared. She thought there was protection in welding a whip.
Little did she know that he had his own stable of former whipmistresses.
"And how often have you been on your back in with a man on top of you?"
The beautiful brunette's eyes open wide at Canjac's lack of subtlety.
The slaver smiled.
"I can see that I was struck the mark there. I have a little wager for
you. Let me tie you up as a slave girl, and the use you as I would any other
slave girl, and if you do not decide to wear a collar, I will take you into
town and get you into an academy where they will train you as a whipmistress."
"No! As soon as you tie me up, you will put a collar on me."
"No." The slaver smiled again. "You were willing to take the risk of
going to town with me. What was to stop me from tying you up, slapping a slave
collar about your lovely neck, and tossing you in a slave sack? Had it been my
intention to force you to be a slave girl, you presented me with a much better
opportunity than what I am offering you."
The beautiful brunette sat back in the chair with her lips formed into a
pout that usually got men to do whatever she said. What Canjac said was true.
She had to admit that. It had not occurred to her before what risks she was
taking. She offered the money before he took her to town. She should have
offered to give it to him after he took her there.
But he was being honest with her. If she passed his test, she not only
would get started as a whipmistress, she would have her money.
"And you will let me go?"
"Yes. You might make a very good whipmistress, but I think your talents
lie elsewhere. There is no harm in finding out. If you are right, if you
should be a whipmistress, then you come out ahead."
"And if I win, what do you get out of it?"
Canjac smiled for a third time. "I get to enjoy the charms of a very
beautiful woman." Several minutes later, the two stood in a small
room off the great hall of the inn. This room was utilized often by masters
and mistresses so they could enjoy the charms of slave girls. There were many
accessories about the room that enable a master to bind a slave girl in any
position he wished.
"Lock your hands together behind the back of your head. Remember, you can
do nothing without my permission."
Canjac began removing the young woman's clothing. She wore slacks as was
common for a free woman. He allowed them to fall down to the floor. "Step out
of them." While the beautiful brunette did that, he unfastened the buttons on
the back of her blouse. He pulled her right hand down to pull the blouse off
that arm. When he was finished, he pulled her hand back up toward her head she
knew to put it back in the place where it was before. He did the same to her
left arm. In seconds the beautiful brunette stood there wearing nothing but
her white cotton pants and bra.
He removed the bra first. He did not let the beautiful woman see the
smile on his face when he saw her titties. They were just as marvelous and
perky as he expected them to be.
He dropped the bra on the floor at her feet. Her panties were next. He
slid them down her hips. Once they were at mid-thigh, he let go so they dropped
down to her ankles.
"Step out of them." Once she had done that, he added, "Spread your feet
as the far apart as your shoulders."
The beautiful brunette stood there for several minutes while he slowly
circled her, examining her naked, luscious body. He came to a stop behind her.
She tensed her body when she felt him reaching around in front of her from
both sides. His hands cupped her tits. Gently his fingers played with her
nipples. She could not help but look down as she felt the nipples become hard
and pointed.
"I can tell you have played this game before."
"Only once or twice."
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
Canjac crossed the room to a cabinet. While the main bondage items were
out in plain sight, the little accessories that complemented the ropes and
chains were hidden in a series of cabinets, cupboards and shelves along each
wall. While he did not know where the items were, he knew it would not take
long to find what he wanted.
From the second drawer of the cabinet, he selected a standard ballgag –
a bright red rubber ball with a black leather strap through the center of it.
Tossing it up in catching it in his hand, he made his way back to the naked
woman.
The beautiful brunette grimaced when she saw the ballgag coming. She had
come this far so she did not resist. She opened her mouth wide. Canjac slid it
between her teeth. Next he pulled her hands up so they were on top her head.
Then pulling the ends of the strap behind her head, he buckled them together so
she could not push the rubber ball from her mouth with her tongue.
He pulled the pins from her hair so her long dark tresses tumbled down
over her arms to her waist.
He brought his left hand down across her front, once again fondling the
naked beauty's titties. Emily tried to pull her body back. His touch was
not harsh. He played with her titties as any boyfriend would. She rather
enjoyed his touch. He knew what he was doing
"Before we begin playing, let me do something with your hands."
"Something" meant securing them in a leather singleglove. A strap ran
across her back, over her left shoulder and under that arm where Canjac buckled
it to the singleglove. He did the same to a strap that ran in the other
direction.
When he stood back, the young captive was completely helpless. There was
no way she could get free on her own. Naked and gagged, she certainly could not
go around begging people to free her (not that any would).
"Come over here."
She followed him across the room. He pulled a straight-backed chair out
and positioned it so it faced the center of the room. He sat on it.
"Now I want you to straddle my thighs."
The beautiful brunette thought she knew what he wanted her to do, but she
was wrong. Carefully she spread her legs apart as she waddled forward. When
she was seated on the middle of his thighs, he grabbed her tits with both
hands. At the same time, he spread his own legs apart, forcing hers further
apart. Her pussy was now exposed, and with the singleglove securing her hand
and arms behind her back, she could do nothing to protect it.
He surprised her. Instead of taking advantage of her exposed pussy, he
leaned forward to take the nipple for the left tittie in his mouth. He sucked
on it for the few seconds before drawing his tongue over it. Emily responded.
Both nipples became hard and pointed. Canjac knew she was enjoying herself,
though she might deny it.
He switched from the left tit to the right, alternating back and forth as
he made both nipples hard. The beautiful captive squirmed about on the man's
legs. She knew his cock was only centimeters from her pussy. She wanted to
impale herself upon it, but he was in control. He made all the decisions. He
was not ready for that. Bound and gagged as she was, she could not even beg for
it.
Canjac continued this sensual torment for almost ten minutes. He knew his
luscious waif was close to achieving an orgasm simply from his oral
manipulation of her nipples. He did not want that. He did not want her to
come.
"Okay. On your feet."
Emily was not used to being treated like this. Boys begged her for sex.
He just pushed her off his legs. She came to her feet and allowed him to guide
her across the room.
"Spread them."
Emily moved her feet apart. She saw in the floor near her feet metal rings
with short chains attached. On the other end of each chain was a leather strap.
She knew he was going to secure with her legs spread so she could do nothing
to keep him from availing himself of her exposed pussy. She almost looked
forward to the experience.
The beautiful brunette spread her legs so far apart that Canjac had no
trouble wrapping a leather cuff about each ankle. He saw no need to shorten the
chains as the naked captive's legs were already spread so far apart she could
not protect her pussy. Neither was there a need to attach a padlock to the
buckle. Both knew she could not get the cuffs off with her arms secured in the
singleglove. She could not run off.
The luscious captive bent over so her could use her from behind, but he
ignored her invitation for the moment. He walked to the wall behind them where
there was a winch. After unlocking it, he used it to lower a chain from the
ceiling. The chain ran from the winch to pulleys attached to the ceiling. It
dropped toward the floor right over the captive's head.
Returning to his naked captive, he grabbed her by the singleglove. She
was to be treated as a slave girl so there was no need for him to tell her what
he was going to do. Raising her hands in the air, he forced her to bend over
further. In this position, he had no trouble attaching the ring at the end of
the singleglove to hook at the end of the chain.
Smiling to himself, he backed away to examine his handiwork. The naked
brunette was in the perfect position to be used. She could not resist that
all.
Emily might have been beautiful and sexy as a free woman, but in this
position she was nothing more than another slave girl ready to be used.
"There is just one more thing."
Emily could not see what else he could do to her. She was gagged and
helplessly bound in a singleglove. Her legs were spread with her ankles secured
to chains that kept her from pulling them together. The singleglove was
attached to something that forced her to remain bent over, her bare ass
protruding, her pussy exposed and available.
The slaver returned a cabinet. Searching through several drawers, he
finally found a simple leather blindfold. This device consisted of a pair of
leather pads attached to a leather strap. Quickly moving back to his captive,
he slipped the device over her head. Tightening the strap by pulling the
working end through the buckle, he made certain that each pad was tightly
pressed against one of his captives's eyes.
Now Emily was even more helpless. She could not see what he intended to do
to her.
The naked beauty made her body tense as she expected the man to take
advantage of her helplessness. Instead, she felt his hands fondling her tits
again. She knew she had been close to an orgasm when she sat on his lap. This
only added to her frustration.
Emily had to wait until he was ready to use her. She had no control over
that.
When he finally made his way around behind her, she listened as he dropped
his trousers.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
While the ballgag could keep her from speaking, it could not suppress her
moans of pleasure.
"Mmmmmm!! Mmmmmm!! Mmmmmm!! Huh?"
He walked around in front of her where he could fondle those dangling
titties again.
"I bet you are the little town tease. You always entice man with vague
promises of your charms, but only a few are allowed to sample that playground
between your thighs. As you can tell, I'm in control now. I make the decision
whether you are allowed to come or not."
Giving the naked captive time to think about this, Canjac dressed and
returned to his table in the great hall of the inn. As it was, his other plans
were beginning to unfold.
He had only begun his second glass of wine when the door burst open and a
small mob of Amazons entered.
The leader of the Amazons, Danielle, stormed up to him.
"I thought you told us you heard Nancy and her D.A.A.M associates would be
here?"
Canjac smiled at her as he raised his class to his lips. He imaged a
bright red rubber ball gag wedged into that mouth. His smile became broader.
When he had finished, he said, "When you came into his room. I started
counting tits in came up two short. Where is your big friend with the even
bigger tits?"
"That has nothing to do with my question! You said you heard they were
here!"
Canjac gave a little smile just to infuriate her. He wondered what she
would think if she knew that her name was on his list. It was near the top of
the list in fact.
"But it does. You did not find D.A.A.M, but obviously they found you."
Slowly the Amazon straightened out. What he said was true. Too many
Amazons had mysteriously disappeared. It was D.A.A.M. at work.
"So what do we do now that they know that you know they are here. Now the
question is, if you were they, what would you do?"
Danielle frowned. Canjac frowned himself. She had such a beautiful face to
waste it on frowning.
"What are you talking about?"
"Now if I were they, I would note that you know they were here in town.
The logical thing for you to do is to collect all the Amazons you can find, and
come out here and make a room-to-room search of the entire town. I am certain
that you would find them."
This was so obvious, that her anger had pushed it from her mind.
"That is what you should do. That is what they will expect you to do."
"So what do we do?"
"If they think you are coming back here, they will immediately head toward
town. By the time you discover they are not here and return to town, they will
be hidden and no doubt laying traps for you everywhere."
"So what should we do?"
"Double the guards at the city gates. Perhaps even triple them. If they
try to slip into town, you will catch them. If they approach the town, they
will see your guards and realize they cannot get in. You will know them when
they flee so you will be able to catch them."
What he said made so much sense, Danielle, and all the other Amazons
accepted his idea without much discussion.
"Thanks. We owe you."
Canjac watched them leave as he finished his drink. Once the door was
closed, he muttered, "Stupid bimbos."
He returned to the room where he found the lovely Emily still in the
position he had left her. Of course, bound as she was, she could not alter her
position at all.
Groping her titties, he found the nipples almost soft. At his touch, they
became hard again. Quickly he dropped his trousers and went to work on her
pussy.
"Mmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Huh?"
He stopped when he could tell that she was about to come.
Quickly he freed the beautiful woman from her bondage. She flexed her arms
once they were out of the singleglove. The only trace she still had of her
bondage was the ballgag filling her mouth.
He gestured toward a cabinet.
"There is your clothing and a slave collar. When I return, I expect you to
be wearing one of them."
Have we finally met a person of character and honor, and man who can be
trusted? A man of integrity?
Yeah. Sure.
His destination was the same inn where Nadia was learning to be a good
little slave girl.
In the great hall, he noticed a pair of young women seated at a table. The
brunette was of average height, the blonde much taller. It took each only a
fraction of a second to pass the ballgag test.
The clerk behind the desk watched without reacting as he moved down a
corridor. When he knocked once on the door, a young woman opened it.
"Come in. Your information was right. Hey, Nancy, that guy is here!"
Canjac's eyes swept across the room. Except for Nadia, who had here face
buried in a woman's crotch, there were eleven women present. He applied the
ballgag test instinctively. The slight smile was an indication that all passed.
"You couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Now the Amazons know you are here. I spread the rumor that you were
coming so they would send reinforcements. That one," he gestured toward Nadia,
"Was one of them. There are many to choose from now, but they have so many they
can come after you."
"What do you mean?"
The room was silent except for the slurping sounds Nadia made with her
tongue.
"They told me they have one group that will guard the town so you cannot
get it. Another one is going to come after you. You can't stay here, you can't
run, you can't get into town. As far as I'm concerned, I've never met you."
He turned as though to leave.
"Can't you think of something?"
"If you split up...No, any woman trying to enter the town is liable to
find herself wearing a collar. No, I don't see a way."
Loud arguments erupted behind him. He stopped at the door.
"There might be one way. Do you have a contact in town, someone you
trust?"
"Sure. It is..."
"Don't tell me. I don't want to know! There might be a way to get into
town without drawing the attention of the Amazons. I saw some shipping barrels
on the way in. You and your associates disguise yourselves as slave girls, and
send yourselves to you contact in town."
The loud reaction told him his suggestion had been rejected.
"You could use the shipping barrels. From the time you left here until you
arrived in town, the only part of you that anyone would see would be your
heads."
"You got to have a better plan than that."
"No, I don't. If I think of one, I'll let you know. But I figure by this
time tomorrow night this place will be crawling with Amazons. So whatever you
plan to do, you had better do it quickly."
With a polite smile, he left the room. Once the door was closed behind him,
he muttered, "Stupid bimbos."
At the great hall, the blonde and brunette had left. Canjac paused for only
a second. He would have liked to have invited them over to his place, but he
had no plans to put a collar on them. They were simply nubile and available
Besides, other things were happening.
The desk clerk continued to stare at him. Canjac raised his hand to his
nose with the index finger raised. Deliberately, he flicked the fingertip
across the tip of his nose.
The desk clerk said nothing, but raised his hand to repeat the gesture.
It was not until he was back at the inn that he remembered Emily.
He found the beautiful brunette kneeling in the center of the room. She
still wore the ballgag but now she had added a pair of handcuffs.
About her neck was the leather slave collar.
He pulled a chair over in front of her.
"There is a little ritual between a slave girl and her new owner."
He slapped his thighs with both palm. Emily staggered to her feet and laid
herself across his lap.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The naked beautiful squealed with each blow, but she was no in pain.
"On you feet, Slave Girl, I think we have some unfinished business over
there."
Emily rose as quickly as she could. She practically leaped across the room
to the place where he had secured her. She spread her legs so he could fit the
leather cuffs about her ankles.
She looked over her left shoulder and grunted for him to hurry up.
To be continued -- comments welcomed.
