Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

 

Chapter 88

 

 

            “Kneel here, facing in that direction with your face against your knees and your hands behind your back.”
            Peggy lowered one knee to the floor, then the other, as Canjac stepped past her to get to the door.  She only had time to assume the desired position before he returned.  It did not take him long as he had prepared for this date.  She heard the sound of something landing on the floor.  It was not a loud sound but it indicated something of some weight nonetheless.

            This sound, of course, was that of several lengths of rope hitting the floor.  Canjac had the evening planned out.

            Choosing a shorter piece, he tied the beautiful brunette’s hands behind her back palm to palm, making four loops and cinching them before tying a knot.  With this, Peggy was helplessly bound.  She did not have to try to escape to know that.  She knew from experience that when Canjac bound her, she remained bound.

            Of course, she did not want to escape.

            The next rope he chose was a little longer.  He used it to tie her upper arms together.  More than just tying them together, he pulled the elbows together.  He knelt, his right knee on the floor and his left on the brunette’s left arm to keep it pinned against her back.  He pulled on both ends at the same time, gradually drawing his captive’s elbows together until they touched.  Again, he cinched the loops before tying a knot.

            This was an awkward position, and quite painful to a woman not used to being bound.

            Peggy had no problem, taking this bondage in stride.

            The next rope was considerably longer as it encircled her upper arms and body.  After making three passes above Peggy’s large titties, he made three more passes below them.  He then tucked one end of the rope under the brunette’s left arm.  He repeated the process to cinch those first three loops.  Moving to Peggy’s other side, he repeated the process.  Once he had those loops cinched, he pulled the ends of the rope behind his captive’s back.  He had not tied knots when he cinched the loops under her arms.  These cinches though had pulled all slack from those first three loops, pinning the captive’s upper arms securely against her body.

            The next rope was much shorter than the one he had just used but longer than the first two.  He tied one end to Peggy’s bound wrists before looping it around her slender waist.  When the working end was back at the brunette’s wrists, he passed the rope between them, then brought it back around her body.  When tied the end to her wrists, the captive could not move her hands from her waist.

            He drew her body upright to he had access to the top of her thighs.  He passed a rope about Peggy’s left thigh and shin.  He tied the ends together without cinching the loops.  He repeated the process with her right leg.

            He left her there momentarily while he sought a new gag.  He returned within a minute with a dildo harness gag.

            Of course, there was more to it than just a gag and a bunch of leather strap about her head.

            He loosened the strap so he could pull the rubber ball from her mouth.  He did not pull it free until he had the dildo ready in his hand.  The rubber ball came out; the dildo slid in.  Peggy not no time to even think about not having the gag in her mouth before he had a new one insuring her silence.

            Straps encircled her head, as they did with all harness gags.  This harness gag though had a metal rod secured to a strap on each side of her head.  The dildo was fastened to another rod that was fastened to the first rod.  Canjac buckled the various straps tight before checking the dildo to insure that it would slide in and out of her mouth easily.

            He next slid a leather strap about her chest just below those round, jutting titties.  Another strap encircled her waist.  The strap buckled in front where she could not get at the buckle to remove the strap.  Secured to the strap at her back was a large metal ring.

            “I want you face down on the floor.”

            She could not do that without falling down and probably hurting herself so he helped her.  As he gave her the order, he grabbed her by the upper arms.  While it would have been far easier for her to fall first on her side and then roll on her front, he lifted her body as he pulled forward.  Keeping a firm grip on her arms, he let her down on the floor.  She ended up in the desired position without hurting herself.

            He stepped around her to admire his handiwork so far.  The position he had bound her in could be described as a “hogtie,” though her legs were not bound to each other.

            He corrected that next.  Tying a heavy cord to her left ankle, he raised that knee in the air so the left foot moved close to her bound hands.  He slid his knee under her leg to keep her in that position as he threaded the working end of the cord between her arms.  Letting go of the cord, he raised her right leg in the air, so its angle matched that of her left.  Using his other knee, he propped it up so he could tie the end of the cord to it.

            As he scooted back, pulling his legs out from under her, the distributaries of her weight changed.  She rocked back, her shoulders rising half a centimeter in the air.

            This was an uncomfortable position in which to be bound.  It was about to become a lot worse for the beautiful brunette.

            He returned to the wall behind the door. When the door was open, it kept Peggy from seeing a windlass on the wall when she entered the room.  The working end of the chain ran to a pulley overhead where the wall and ceiling met.  From there it continued across the ceiling to another pulley immediately over her head.  In that position she could see nothing, but from the metallic clanking, she guessed he was lowering a chain toward her body.

            When the end of the chain was half a dozen centimeters above her back, he stopped the windlass, sticking a large cotter pin through a hole in the device to lock it in position.

The next item he needed was outside.  He opened to the door to grab a bar leaning against the wall.  He placed it there when he returned with the gag harness.  He left it outside so Peggy would not have any hints about what he intended to do to her.  That was part of the fun.

            Rings extended from both ends of the bar.  He locked one end to the ring on the strap at her upper back, and the other end to the ring on the strap at her waist.

            That rod had one more ring on it, right in the middle of its length.  He locked the last link of the chain to that ring. 

            He was almost finished, almost, but not quite.  One more short length of chain ran from the bottom link to a ring on the gag harness.  He first pulled the dildo as far from her mouth as he could get it to go.  Then, raising her head, he attached the end of the last chain to the ring on the head harness.

            He was almost done now.  All he had to do was turn the windlass to shorten the chain.  As it clanked through the two pulleys and down to the drum where he turned, the chain drew Peggy’s body in the air.  He stropped when she was at the correct height above the floor.

            With her legs bound spread, Peggy could do nothing to stop any man from taking advantage of her.  (Like she would object.) 

            Canjac dropped his trousers and went to work.  Because she was suspended by only one chain, her body slowly rotated to his left.  He grabbed her by the shins to rotate her back into the correct position.

He held her by the hips, but her body was not stationary.  With each thrust of his hips, her body moved forward.  With the movement forward, the apparatus on the head harness flexed, causing the dildo gag to slide into her mouth.  As her body rocked back, the dildo slid out.

            In and out.  In and out.  The faster Canjac worked, the faster the dildo worked in and out of her mouth.

            Now Peggy knew that this type of harness was used to train slave girls to enjoy sucking cock, but she did not mind.  She enjoyed being helpless so she had endured whatever Canjac wanted her to do.  That included learning to suck cock. 

            Mainly, she did not object because the right bondage had aroused her, and the constant battering of her pussy caused her to come quickly and often.  Her tongue and lips eager sought the shaft in her mouth.

            Since this required minimal effort on his part, Canjac could have kept it up all night if he needed to.  He did not need to though.  A couple hours after he began, he stopped.  He still had not come.

            The same could not be said for Peggy.  Merely being bound aroused her.  The hammering at her pussy had driven her from one quick orgasm to another.

            Peggy was almost unconscious, exhausted by one orgasm after another.  They had grown in intensity with their frequency.  She did not want him to stop, but she was too exhausted to protest.

            As eluded to earlier, Canjac had bound the lovely brunette so she could do nothing to stop any man from using her.  He was not that magnanimous though.  When he left her, he closed and locked the door behind him.

            That pussy belonged to him alone the night.

            He returned to the two leather clad captives who remained in the same position they had been in when he left them.

            If anything, their nipples were harder and appeared ready to explode off their titties.

            He had no left them alone.  He did not want them to hurt themselves or to have too much fun.  No, there was no need for a guard as neither captive had the slightest chance of escaping.

            “I want to start with the shorter of the two.  I’ll get some help.”

            In a couple minutes he returned with two men from the night staff.  Breaking women into obedient little slave girls was a round the clock operation.  They would be slaves 24 hours per day, so they had to watch and train them 24 hours a day.

            They freed the shorter of the two captives so they could drag her from the room.  She wanted to try to resist, but there was little she could do.  That leather slave hood not only cut off all sight, it cut off all sounds.  She had no idea where she was or what was going on.

            Not that knowing what was about to happen would not have helped her in any way.

            They had removed one captive.  That left one naked captive alone in the first room.  Of course, since she wore a slave hood identical to her companion, she had no idea that there had been two of them in that room.  She now was unaware that she was now alone.

            They took the first captive to a room that Canjac had decorated to look like an office.  He had a large wood desk behind which he sat in a leather, wingback chair.  On the wall across from the desk there was a bookshelf.  The lower three shelves were filled with books.  The fourth shelf was empty but the books for it were stacked up on the floor nearby.

            No, it is not quite right to say that it was a fourth shelf.  The other three shelves were supported on both sides by vertical piece projecting out from the back.  Each shelf had a vertical piece on each end that rose high enough to support books on it. 

The fourth shelf was a little different.  On the left, the far side, it had the same support as the other three shelves.  The near side had no support, and the end of the shelf rested on the books of the shelf below.

            As Canjac sat in a chair behind the desk, his men forced the captive to her knees before the desk.  With a wave of his hand, he signaled them to remove the slave hood.

            Beneath all that constricting leather, appeared the beautiful face of Danielle.

            “Mmmmmffffftttt.”

            “I’m sorry Danielle, but it really is not your place to protest.  Don’t the Amazons have a saying:  ‘Any woman who allows herself to be bound and gagged deserves to be a slave girl?’”

            “Mmmmmffffftttt.”

            “You don’t have a collar on now, but I’m certain that before long you will be begging for one.”

            “Mmmmmffffftttt.”

            “Perhaps begging is not the right word as you will still have a gag in your mouth.”

            “Mmmmmffffftttt.”

            “I have something that is really suited toward your talents.”

            As he rose from the chair, two men grabbed the beautiful captive by the upper arms.  They dragged her across the room toward the bookcase.  The beautiful brunette never really regained her feet so they had no trouble forcing her to her knees at the end.  Canjac had raised the end of the fourth shelf and was waiting.

            As they pushed her head forward, Danielle saw the end of the board was curved to accommodate a woman’s neck.  A strap dangled down from the back of the board.  The Amazon tried to resist, but bound as she was, that was impossible.  They pushed her head forward until they had her throat pressed against the curved end of the wood.  One man grabbed her head tightly with both hands, allowing the other to pull the leather strap about the back of her neck.  The end of the strap had a hook riveted to the end.  The man slipped it through an eyebolt screwed into the front part of the board.  Danielle’s body would serve as the prop for the fourth shelf on that end.

            It was about to become a lot worse for her.

            They pushed her body forward until they had it in the correct position.  At the end of the vertical board half a meter above the floor there was another eyebolt screwed in.  They hooked one end of a light chain to the ring, ran it around Danielle’s right hip, between her legs and up to the ring again.  The man threaded it through the circle of steel.  He then passed it about Danielle’s left hip, between her legs and up to the ring.  A lock secured one link to the ring.

            Danielle could not move about.  Since the bookcase was bolted to the floor, she was not going anyplace.

            The position was awkward.  If she were allowed to kneel upright, her weight would have rested on her knees.  If she had been allowed to sit back, her weight would have rested on thighs.  As it was, her bottom was several centimeters above her calves.

            Canjac knew she would not like this position at all.

            Yes, things continued to get worse.

            Canjac proceeded to stack the books on the shelf.  When he put the last one in, the book on the end was pressed tightly against the woman’s beautiful face.

            “Since you don’t have any other skills, I guess you will have to serve as a bookend.”  He patted her on the head.  “Have fun.  I will come for you.  Eventually.  Just try to do the best job your can.”

            As soon as she heard the door close, Danielle began to struggle with her bondage.  Well, we all know there was no way she was ever going to get out of the singleglove.  He had her bound in such a way that she could not knock the books off the shelf.

            All she could do was remain there, her beautiful face relegated to the role of bookend.

            “We’ll give her an hour.  Then we will see if she likes it.

            While he waited, Canjac returned to Peggy.  This helpless brunette could do nothing but suck on the dildo in her mouth as she purred contentedly.

            “Are you having fun?”
            As she said that, his right hand slipped along the bare flesh of her bottom.

            “Mmmmmffffftttt!  Mmmmmffffftttt!”

            What?  You’ve never heard a gagged woman begged to be used?

            Canjac grabbed her by the left thigh so he could swivel her body left and right.  The dildo slid in and out of her mouth.

            (Slobber.  Slobber.  Slobber.)

            “You do enjoy that, don’t you?”

            With her head bound as it was, she could not nod her head.  Her mouth was too busy sucking on the dildo to make an audible reply.

            Without a word, Canjac left.

            “Mmmmmffffftttt!”

            We all know what that meant, don’t we?”

            Canjac entered the room 58 minutes after he left.  There was no need to be exact.  Enslaving a beautiful woman was not a precise science.  It was the end result that mattered.

            “Good girl, Danielle.  I knew you could do it. Good girl.”  As he said that he patted her on the head.

            As he stepped away, his men began to free the naked captive.

            “Since you have done such a good job, we all agree that you deserve a reward.”

            The men pulled the beautiful captive to her feet.  That position was a strain on her legs so she had trouble standing, and she certainly was in no position to resist when they pulled her legs apart to tie one ankle to a ring on the floor to the right and another to the ring on the left.  Danielle had to stand with her legs spread.

            Canjac was busy lowering a chain from the ceiling.  They forced the beautiful brunette to bend over so the end of the single glove was in the air.   They attached the ring at the end of the single glove to the bottom link of the chain.

            “Are you ready to be reward?’

            There was nothing Danielle could do at that point.  She certainly had nothing to do to get ready.  With her bottom sticking out, she was in the perfect position to be fucked.

            He reaction to the man using her was at best tepid, but eventually she came. 

            They pulled her hands further into the air so they could free the singleglove from the chain, allowing their naked captive to stand upright.

            “Next order of business is back into the slave hood for another twelve hours.”

            He had no intention of putting her in that bondage device for twelve hours, but she did not know that.  As far as she could tell, she could have been in it for three days already.

            And she did not want more.

            “Mmmmmfffffftttttt!!”

            She shook her head vigorously.

            “You don’t like this hood, do you?”

            Another shake of the head.

            “I’ll give you a choice.  You can be fucked by another man, or wear the hood.  If your choice is to be fucked, assume the position.”

            The brunette pleaded with him using only her eyes.  They did not good so she bent over, her ass sticking out, her head back so she could only look ahead of her.  They had not freed her ankles, she her legs were already spread.

            This orgasm came faster.

            Slowly Danielle straightened up, unsure if she had to do more to avoid the slave hood.

            “Free her legs,” Canjac ordered as he crossed the room to a cupboard.  He returned with a little bell.

            Tingletingletingle.

            “When I ring the bell, you assume the position.”  He paused as he picked up the slave hood.  “Or you wear this.”

            Tignletingletingle.

            The beautiful brunette moved her legs apart and bent over.  She wondered if someone intended on using her.  She was glad when she felt hands on her hips.  She came even faster than before.

            “When I ring the bell, assume the position and count to ten.  If no one has rewarded you for you good behavior by then, you can straighten up.  However, you may not turn to look behind you.”

            Canjac slowly counted to “five” before ringing the bell.  The beautiful brunette bent over.  Sure it was degrading, but it was better than going back into that helmet for some long period.

            Canjac counted along with her.  He was only at “eight” when she straightened up.  He had not specified any pace at counting.

            “Not bad, but there is always room for improvement.  Count slower next time.”

            He rang it again.  She bent over without hesitation.  This time he made it to “twelve” before she straightened up.

            “Good.  Good.  Let’s play at this for a while.  You can think what you really want me to do to you.”

            It did not take long for Danielle to react instinctively when he rang the bell. 

            While they played at that game, Peggy continued to suck on the dildo in her mouth while she wished Canjac would return to fuck her some more.  The other hooded captive remained where they had left her with the dildo teasing her pussy.

            While these two captives suffered through the frustration of having someone else decide whether they were permitted to come, Danielle’s training progressing nicely.

            Canjac put his arm about the captive’s neck, his hand cupping her chin.  By exerting little pressure, he forced her to look up at him.

            “Now, the choice is your – do you want to go back into the slave hood?”  She shook her head as best she could.  “If you are going to go around offering your pussy to men, you have to wear something a little more appropriate.  Do you agree to that?”

            She paused for a few seconds.  He sensed her nod more than he saw it.

            He took her to another room where two French Maids were ready to dress her.  Canjac had already known what her answer would be.  She had no choice at all.

            The tethering chains in the room where designed to be attached to a slave girl.  Since Danielle did not wear a slave collar (yet) they had to make alternations.  The end of one chain passed before her throat and was fastened to a link o\in the other chain.  The end of that chain passed behind the back of her neck and was fastened to a link in the first chain.

            The net result was that the beautiful captive was secured in a ring of chains that allowed her little movement at all.

            While they dressed his new plaything, he returned to the other captive.

            “Increase the setting to an ‘eight.’  Let her come a few times.  That will make her much more pliable.”

            The man adjusted the height of the dildo so the tip was now inside the captive’s pussy.  If she squirmed enough, she could cause herself to come.  Once she had done that, she could not help but come again and again until they removed the dildo.

            What can we say about Danielle’s outfit that we haven’t said before?  Two small triangles of sating covered her titties.  Her midriff was bare.  The short flared skirt barely covered her pussy in front and was two or three centimeters shorter in back.  The high-heeled sandals had 15-centimeter stiletto heels.  She could get around, but not very quickly.

            “I suppose you would like to wear some panties?”

            She nodded, a little quicker than she had the other times.

            “I have these for you.”

            They were black satin so they would clash very nicely with the pink.

            Did I forget to mention they were crotchless?

            “Of course, we have to let everyone know exactly what you are offering…”

            He turned them around so she could see the white lettering that would be on her bottom.  “Fuck me” on each cheek with a pair of arrows pointing at an angle down.  When she bent over, the message would be visible and the arrows would be pointing toward her pussy.

            “Lift you left leg so I can get them on you.”

            Now only did she have to wear them, she had to help get them on.

            “Now, show me what you have to offer.”

            Danielle turned around, spread her legs apart, and bent over.

            Canjac had to smile.  He doubted she would refuse when he offered her a slave collar but that could wait.  He wanted to toy with her until he was certain she would do everything he wanted.