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Chapter 89
Our story opens in the Tavern of the Spreadeagle Slave girl. You know how a tavern named the “White Horse Inn” would have a painting of a white horse beside the door. Or the “Whip and Crop” would have a picture of crossed whips and crops on either side of the door.
Well, the Tavern of the Spreadeagle Slave Girl was nothing like that. They did not have a picture of a slave girl in a revealing slave girl outfit. They had four naked captives spreadeagled against the façade on the second level. A person standing in the street and looking up had a clear view of the Promised Land. What an inducement for good service! No need to tip for good service here. If a slave girl did not perform well, she could expect to spend some time showing off her wares as she contemplated her laziness.
This tavern of no special significance in the town, other than it was the meeting place of the various the whipmistresses in employ of the great houses of the capital. In almost any tavern you could find a whipmistress or two, but this inn was the meeting place of those best paid.
A whipmistress provided a very important function when a master or mistress owned several slave girls. If there were too many luscious creatures to take care of personally, so the proud owner would delegate to a hired employee, a whipmistress, and the function of disciplining slave girls.
At the Tavern of the Spreadeagle Slave Girl, five or six whipmistresses gathered around the table drinking tankards of ale. They were among the most proficient in their field. Their talk centered on types and severely of training in order to punish a slave girl so she would obey the next time an order was given her.
As a working group, they thought they were underpaid. They were skilled craftswomen at their trade. To a woman, they thought they should be paid more. There was only one recourse of action available to them in the situation. They had to take it out on a slave girl.
On the table, in the middle of the little circle, on all fours, was a naked slave girl. Well, she lies not completely naked. She wore a garter belt to hold up her sheer black stockings and she had on high-heeled sandals with those impossibly high stiletto heels. Her arms were covered in shoulder length satin gloves. She had her forearms resting on the tabletop and her knees were a little wider than her shoulders. In this position, she was most vulnerable.
She could not move from that position if she wanted to. Several loops of rope encircled her wrists. The first knot was out of sight under her hands. The other end was not visible, but the long end of the rope disappeared under the tabletop. A similar rope was tied to each ankle, with the long end tied to a table leg.
Caroline extended her arm to fondle a dangling tittie. The little slave girl did not react. She remains staring straight ahead across the room, as they had taught her through many hours of intense training. She knew they wanted her to react. This would give them grounds to punish her. Reacting would only make her fate worse. She knew she was going to be punished, and she knew she was going to be punished severely.
She was also an exquisitely trained slave girl. As a result, she knew she deserved to this punishment. Why else would a mistress take time to spank her?
The slave girl could offer no protest as they had a rubber ball wedged securely in her mouth. A black leather strap pierced the center of the ball, and the ends of the leather strap were buckled together behind her head. If she were unbound, she could have removed the ballgag to call out for help. She was never left alone unbound so a slave girl removing a gag was merely a rhetorical mental exercise. In was in to stay.
“So tell me,” Myra asked. “What are you going to do?”
Caroline shrugged. She had elaborate plans, but was unwilling to reveal all. They would not betray her, this she was certain of, but she knew better than to take any chances.
Madison Blaine had turned down her request for a pay raise. She was certain she could get a job with more pay somewhere else, but she wanted revenge. She deserved more pay. It was not the amount of money they paid her, it was the principle of the thing.
“I have not decided yet. I have left my options open.”
“What you want is revenge.” Alexis smiled as she said that. Her boss can just given her a major pay raise, so she knew she made much more than Caroline.
It was not that her employer could not afford to pay her, after all Bruce Blaine was one of the richest men in town. He was also commander of the town guard. Everyone knew that whenever salary the town paid him was little compared to the amount he stole from the military. Caroline deserved more money and her employer could afford to pay it.
While Bruce Blaine was nominally her employer, she took orders from his wife who ran stately Blaine Manor. Bruce spent much time out of town on city business.
Penny leaned forward so no one else would overhear what she was about to say.
“You know he has a daughter, don’t you?”
“You mean ‘Laura the Bitch?’”
The whipmistresses erupted into laughter. If there was one thing they could not stand, it was an arrogant young woman who did not know her place. Their employers never learned. They all had beautiful, young, sexy daughters, who would look much more beautiful and sexy with a slave collar about their necks. The whipmistresses all knew what happened to the arrogant little girls, but the employers never did. One day they had an aristocratic young daughter who was a pain in the ass. The next day they would receive a note informing them that their daughter had run away. Perhaps she had gone to join a friend in the country. Maybe she joined a traveling circus. Little did they know that their daughter was not far away, wearing high heels and a slave collar while using that nasty mouth of hers to bring pleasure to others.
“There are certain protocols I have to follow.”
“After all, he is a very important person.”
That caused more laughter. They followed the law only when it was to their advantage.
“So, you have no idea how to do about getting revenge?”
Caroline smiled. Though she was the only Amazon in the group there at the table, she was certain she could trust them. (Well, she could trust them about anything dealing with a whipmistress. They would not be privy to any of the Amazons’ secrets, and these secrets were many.)
“Of course, I have a plan. I also have an ally, Madison Blaine.”
You will recall that Madison Blaine was the person who refused to give her a pay raise. Duplicity and treachery were hallmarks of anything the Amazons did.
“You mean Laura’s mother?”
“No, she is Blaine’s fourth or fifth wife.”
“So she sees her grown stepdaughter as a threat to her standing in the society?”
“The new wife sees the stepdaughter as a threat. She sees everyone as a threat. Anyone who gets in her way disappears.”
“I remember something about that. Blaine has been married and divorced several times but didn’t his last wife just disappear about a year ago? He then remarried just a few months ago.”
“Did you have something to do with her disappearance? The previous wife?”
“Not me! She was just there one day and not the next. She said she was going shopping and never came home.”
“Then you say his current wife did?”
“Of course she did.”
Caroline smacked slave girl on bare bottom.
“Didn’t she?”
The bound slave girl grunted and nodded.
There was a squeal of comments from the assembled group.
“You mean this is her?”
The whipmistresses uttered squeals of sheer pleasure. It was rare that they knew anything about the history of a slave girl before she earned her collar.
“Of course. I have to know what is going on in that household to protect my interests. What better way to get rid of a rival than to turn her into a slave girl? While Bruce Blaine made inquiries through official channels, I have my own means.” She tapped her forearm that was covered with black leather. Not only did the Amazons have their own secrets, they had their own sources. “She doesn’t know that I know or else she would not have turned down by request for more money.”
“I am certain that I can persuade her that her rebellious young stepdaughter deserves the same treatment.”
(If you have been paying attention, you may wonder just how turning Madison’s rival into a slave girl will get revenge on Madison. The Amazons, as we have seen, are very devious and cunning.)
Having discovered who that particular slave girl had been, the various whipmistresses had to take advantage of her. Instead of punishing her, they had her reward them for their discovery using her tongue. They removed her from the table, and set her on the floor. On her knees, she placed her tongue between the labia of each woman and made her come. When they were done with her, they left her draped across the back of a chair with her hands cuffed behind her back. Anyone coming along could spank her or use her or do anything else with her that they wanted. The owner of the tavern certainly did not care.
Since she was a slave girl, she certainly deserved nothing better.
Caroline did not admit it to her friends, but had all the details of her plan worked out. She had enlisted the aid of a couple of Amazons who spied on Laura. Her antics at night would have shocked polite society had they known about it. Caroline was certain that only Madison heard about it. She had married Blaine because of the enhanced social status. She did not want her plotting to be frustrated by the actions of a wicked stepdaughter.
Caroline made certain the evil stepmother heard of the escapades of the morning after. Each sordid detail was recounted in graphic detail, perhaps with an little enhancement to make the story better.. One tale that she could not confirm was that Laura had gone to a party sponsored by the Bondage Society, a party in which she had been tied up naked, and forced to satisfy every man or woman who wanted her.
Caroline suppressed a smile when she saw the distant look in Madison’s face. “The wicked stepmother is fantasizing about having the wicked stepdaughter helpless and in her clutches.” The Amazon had planted the seed of an idea and knew it would bear fruit.
As she suspected, Blaine’s young wife saw the wicked stepdaughter as a rival. She wanted to be the center of attention. She wanted everyone to stare at her,
The results were simple. Laura had to go.
“Do you have a plan?”
Caroline smiled. Of course she had plan, she had several plans, most of which Laura would not like. She planned to make certain that the wicked stepdaughter was in no position to do anything about it at first. The way to insure her silence was to make her an accomplice. When she discovered the ultimate plot, it would be too late for her.
“Have you heard the story about the town constable who almost arrested Laura the other night?”
“I never heard that! What happened?”
“She and her friends got drunk and were wading in the fountain? The constable wanted to arrest them, but I managed to get him stopped. A simple bribe. No, it was not a simple bribe; it was a rather substantial one.”
Yes, she got Madison involved to show her what was going on. She could have bribed the constable herself; the rate of bribery of government officials was remarkably low. She had to convince the official to wait for more.
“Of course. It was embarrassing.”
The evil stepmother pouted. She was proud of her new social standing and did not the evil stepdaughter embarrassing her.
“Well, I think that her punishment should be severe.” Madison looked up in interest. “Tell her that she is going to work off her punishment here in the house. She will wear the collar and the attire of a slave girl until she had learned her lesson. Let her do some domestic work. Servicing others will teach her a good lesson.
“Once she is wearing a collar and then, there is little else that she can do to resist.”
Caroline smiled. She did not have to elaborate for her employer’s wife. They all knew what she meant. She had no doubts that Madison herself had been working on such a plan. Of course, if she got rid of the evil stepdaughter, she would need some explanation for the Blaine’s whipmistress.
“I trust then you have some plan for her otherwise?”
“Yes. She needs a little training out in public. Of course, no one but us will know that. When she has been totally humiliated by the experience, she will be pliable. We will let her know that we intend on free her when she has learned her lesson and not one second before. But when we let her go will be our decision and not hers.”
Beth smiled. The beautiful brunette knew what Caroline meant. They had no intention of letting her go. Once they had a collar on the beautiful brunette, it would remain.
“So what do we tell her father? He will wonder what happened to her?”
“Tell her that she decided to go on a vacation with some of her friends. Don’t her friends have houses out in the country? It will be several months before he began to suspect that something is wrong. By then we will have let her go.”
Both knew that Caroline’s plan did not include letting the brunette go.
“I think I like this plan a lot.”
Okay, Madison liked the plan a lot. Laura did not. Unfortunately for her, her father was out of town for an extended period of time. She had no protector. She was at the mercy of her evil stepmother, and as we know evil stepmothers have no mercy at all.
“I won’t do it.”
She pouted and stomped her foot. When she was a little girl that always allowed her to get her way. Though she might have been able to intimidate Madison with her resistance, she certain could not the family whipmistress. Sensing that Madison was waiving a bit, Caroline moved closer with her arms folded across her ample chest. Her proximity gave the evil stepmother the courage she needed to continue.
“I think you will. I have already made arrangements to cancel all of your credit cards. Your money in the bank is frozen so will have nothing. I think you will find it very embarrassing to be with your friends with no money. You will have to borrow from them. Behind your back, they all will be laughing at you.”
The beautiful brunette frowned. She did not like this at all, but she not like being embarrassed in front of her friends. There had been another way out but she could not think of one.
As with most people in town, she had only bare knowledge of the city’s laws. She knew though that it was illegal to turn a free woman into slave girl within the city’s walls. As long as she remained within the city walls, they could not keep her as a slave girl without getting into trouble themselves. The penalty for a woman turning another beautiful woman into a slave girl was for the slaver to become slave herself. She was not certain what would happen to the woman who had been enslaved. She rationalized that it was only fair that they be released.
(The fine for a man turning a woman into a slave girl was two pfennings. It may have been an injustice, but no one really complained.)
What the beautiful woman did not realize though, was that there were ways around the laws. Madison knew that a few simple bribes to the correct city officials could get them the papers to show that any young woman had been brought into the city as a slave girl. Once a woman wore the collar of a slave girl and her owner had the proper papers, no one would suspect anything.
While Laura was unaware of the ways around the law, she knew that as long as they kept her in this house they could get away with anything they wanted. But what they could do? Okay, it might be with a little embarrassing going around wearing a slave girl’s outfit. It would be uncomfortable having her hands bound. And it would be a bitch not to be able to talk.
At least that was what her mind rationalized.
“How long will this last?”
“I don’t know.”
Madison did all the talking, after all, she was the young woman’s stepmother. Caroline had worked out the details of the plan. Madison looked at the whipmistress for an answer to that question.
“I think two weeks will do it.”
“But in two weeks there is the reception! I have to be a there!”
“You will be. You will be one of the serving wenches. You will take the coats of your friends when they come and you will serve them drinks.”
“Then everybody will see me!”
Caroline answered. “You will be dressed as a slave. No one ever notices a slave girl. All they might notice your legs and they might comment on your big titties, but I am certain that no one will notice your face unless you do something stupid to bring attention to yourself. You have to learn how to control yourself. You will be very docile and very polite to everyone. You will do exactly what you are told to do. When it is over, we will decide what to do with you. If you are a good little girl, we will let you go.”
As an experienced slaver, Caroline was used to telling lies without revealing her real motive. Madison was able to do the same because she was an evil bitch. The woman did not smile at all when Caroline told this outrageous life.
Laura was the only one who believed this story. Of course, they did not intend to let her go, but she did not know that. She would learn the truth only when it was too late.
The beautiful woman’s lower lip stuck out. She was not happy but she did not know what she could do. At least she would only be in her own house.
“Okay. I will do it.”
“Come with me,” Caroline said, wiggling a finger at the young brunette.
“Now?” Laura’s big brown eyes opened wide in fright. She thought she had some time to try to talk her evil stepmother out of this.
“Of course, now. Once we have a leash on you, we won’t have to worry about you embarrassing your stepmother any more.”
Laura pouted as she stole a quick glance at Madison. Like she really cared if that bitch was embarrassed.
“Come. Now!”
Laura followed the whipmistress from the room. She did not know what they had in store for her. She thought perhaps they would just dress her up as a French Maid for a while so the two of them could laugh at her. Perhaps they would add some ropes so she was her wicked stepmother’s prisoner.
Madison had her plans for Laura. Caroline had her own plans. She did not tell them to her employer, but she was certain the young woman would not object, at least no until it was too late.
They followed a hallway toward the back of the house. Perhaps fifty meters from the back of the house, Caroline halted. Hanging from a peg on a chain leash. The whipmistress removed it and turned toward young woman.
“Put your chin in the air.”
Laura not like this, as she knew that this was just the first step in a long ordeal. She could take some solace in the knowledge that her wicked stepmother was not there to see it.
She let the woman slide the chains about her slender neck. Caroline then locked the end of the chain to a link. She now had a means of controlling Laura.
“You know I am not going to run away.”
“I want you to get the feeling that you no longer have to be ability to resist.”
The beautiful woman’s lower lip stuck out further she did not object. She did not like this all.
And things were about to get worse.
Caroline led her down to the lower level of the house where her father had several dozen slave girls. He owned numerous slave girls who were dressed as French Maids to keep the house clean. He also had several whom he kept because they had less luscious bodies and were willing to use them to keep from being punished. He owned several teams of pony girls who could be used to draw carriage around for formal functions. Being pulled around by pony girls always made Laura feel regal.
She hoped Caroline’s plans did not include hitching her to a sulky.
As they neared the end of one corridor, Laura began to dread what would lie beyond it. She slowed up, forcing the Amazon to pull on the leash. She took one tentative step forward as she turned her head to the right and left.
No one was there. No one had seen her being lead about as a slave girl.
Caroline led her into one of the training rooms. Laura looked around as she stepped inside. She had never been in this part of the house before. Whenever she wanted a slave girl, they always brought one to her. Once in a while she would feel like spanking someone. She would have them bring a slave girl or two to her and she would spank their bottoms in the privacy of her own bedroom. When she was finished with them, she tethered them to rings outside the door. They would disappear as mysteriously as they had arrived.
She knew nothing about this lower level of the house.
“Take off all your clothes and put them in basket over there.”
“Do you know how much this dress cost! I am not going to take it off and put it in a basket. I need time to get undressed. And I need several hangers. I need all this I even think about getting undressed!”
Laura did not see the whipmistress palm the ballgag. She moved closer to the young woman and while Laura babbled on, she raised the rubber ball to ram it into her mouth.
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
Laura resisted as best she could, but of course, the mistress had much experience in doing this type of thing so the young woman was doomed.. As she forced the young woman’s head toward her body, she pushed her body down. Laura fell to her knees. She tried to scratch the mistress but failed miserably. Once she had Laura down on her knees, Caroline slid her left leg over the woman’s body to hold her down. Quickly she slid the working end of the strap through the buckle on the other end. One tug drew the strap through so she could push the pin through a hole.
The beautiful brunette was now incapable of crying out for help. That was important as she could count on the help of the family guards as long as she did not wear a collar. Caroline now planned to make that happen.
The whipmistress pulled a pair of the handcuffs from her belt. She always carried around a pair just in case there was a slave girl who needed some punishment. She slid one half on the brunette’s left wrist and pulled that arm toward the right. Laura continued to struggle once she knew what the woman intended to do to her but it was too late. Less than a minute after Caroline had produced the ballgag, she had the young woman bound and gagged.
“Now I am going to tell you what I am going to do you.”
She produced her disrobing knife, holding up in front of woman’s face. The captive turned her head to the left, but a firm grip on her hair forced her to stare straight ahead at it. Laura’s big brown eyes grew larger when she saw that blade. It was hooked with the point so a slaver could slip it under a garment without cutting the flesh out the woman. The blade was extremely sharp no one would spend unnecessary time cutting the clothing from the body.
Laura knew what the knife was for.
“You are going to stand up and let me cut that expensive dress off your body. You will understand that you are a slave girl. You will do what I tell you to do. You will do what your stepmother tells you to do. You will do exactly what any person not wearing a collar tells you to do. You are only a slave girl. Your only thought is what you can do to bring pleasure to others. Now stand up.”
Laura discovered that getting up and down with her hands locked behind her back was not a simple thing to do. She started to rise but lost her balance and fell over to the floor. Caroline made no effort to help. She knew that as a slave girl the brunette would have to learn how to move up and down on her own. Falling over was part of the training process. She would learn to be a good little slave girl.
The woman stepped back as the beautiful brunette came for her feet. Her eyes were downcast and her head was bent forward as Caroline raised the disrobing knife. Carefully the Amazon caught the tip of it in the neckline then slowly drew it down. The sharp edge easily cut through the material. This was the job that it was designed for. When Caroline reached the waist of the dress, she pulled the knife out to. Reaching up she grabbed Laura’s bra so that she could slip the tip of the blade under the narrow strap between the cups.
“Now turn around so I can get at the back.”
The brunette shuffled her feet about so she faced away from the whipmistress. Caroline raised the knife to the neckline of the dress at the right shoulder and drew it down the sleeves to the end. Grabbing the beautiful woman by the left the upper arm she pulled her around by a little further so she could do the same to the last sleeve. At this point, the dress had fallen away to her waist, exposing her deliciously large titties. The tattered bra still hung on her body, but a couple swipes to the shoulder straps took care of that.
“Turn around so you face me.”
The beautiful brunette was to numb from the sudden turn of events to do anything other than obey the whipmistress’s order. She slowly shuffled her feet around so she faced forward again. The Amazon grabbed a handful of cloth to guide the tip of the knife into the dress where it had snagged on the woman’s hips. One slice was sufficient to cause it to fall away.
Laura stood there in only white cotton panties.
“Turn away from me.”
The beautiful brunette slowly shuffled her feet until her body face in the desired direction.
“Spread you legs apart a little.”
Laura cast of frightened look back at the woman before obeying. Caroline had not specified how far apart she wanted them so she moved each foot outwards only two or three centimeters.
“Now bend over.”
Laura’s bottom pressed against the material of the panties as she assumed the desired position. Caroline inserted the index finger of her left hand in the waistband to pull the material away from her body. The knife could cut the panties without hurting the flesh so that was not her reason for using her left hand. She wanted the material taut so she could control the direction of the knife as it cut. She sliced down to the right leg hole, then the left. The cotton garment fluttered to the floor.
“Now I want you to look up at me. Straighten up without taking your eyes off me. Now slowly to her around so I can inspect your body. Remember, you are nothing more than a slave girl. You are a piece of meat. I intend to treat you as I would any other slave girl. Now start moving.”
There was a look of defiance in the young woman’s eyes when she raised her head. Caroline waited until she had turned around to face away from her before she smiled. She did not want Laura’s subjugation to go smoothly. She wanted the young captive to resist as much as possible. She would have much more fun breaking her. The evil stepdaughter had not realized that resistance was futile. The more she resisted, the more Caroline would have reason to punish her until the luscious captive finally decided that submission was the only route open to her.
She made a complete circuit and came to a halt. Caroline raise her right hand to make a little circular motion to indicate that she should continued turning. Slowly Laura turned around and around and around. She continued doing this until Caroline had seen enough.
“Now I want you to assume the position. Do you know what that is?”
The brunette looked at her, her not really understanding what the order was.
“Come around so you face away from the door. I want you to spread your legs apart so they are as wide as your shoulders. Now bend forward until your shoulders are at the same level with your hips. I want your back parallel to the floor. Good. Now tilt your head back so you look straight ahead.”
As soon as the beautiful brunette assumed this position, Caroline moved behind her, inspecting her from all sides. Laura was quite beautiful, in that spoiled little rich girl sort of way. She would make an exquisite slave girl. Turning her into one would be fun.
“Now I want you to maintain that position until I get back. I am going to leave the door open so anyone can see in. If you are in any other position when I come back, you will be punished. You do not have to worry about anyone else recognizing you. From any angle, they will think you are only another slave girl.”
Without another word to the captive, she left.
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