Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

 

Chapter 94

 

At last Friday had come.  For Erin it was time for a change in staff.

Good help was so hard to find.

The day began for Melissa as most others had since she became a slave girl.  They took her from her stall and dressed her in a special ponygirl outfit.  The main item was a leather corset, black except for twelve narrow red vertical stripes.  Four black elastic straps ran down from it to the tops of the sheer black stockings.  Red satin panties hid her pussy.  The hooves were on sandals that matched the panties.

She needed no other clothing; after all, she was only a ponygirl.

They bound her arms behind her back using a black leather singleglove.  She held her arms together at the wrist while they fastened the first black leather strap about them.  The second went about her lower arms at the elbow, drawing them together.  Putting the singleglove on was easy after that.  The leather pulled her arms together from her hands to mid-upper arm.  She was bound and totally helpless, as any slave girl should be.

They took her out to the sulky where they secured her with three other ponygirls, each of whom was a blonde.  Their outfits were identical to hers so they were a matched set of four.  With the head harness on, blinders and leather straps hiding part of the face, it was impossible for someone to tell them apart.

The sulky with its beautiful propulsion team moved around town for a few hours so they would be used to working together.  When Erin arrived, she could not tell who was Melissa without a close inspection.  She did not make one now, she did not want to know.  They assured her Melissa was one of the four and that was good enough for her.  The less she knew, the more she would be believed.

Erin did not drive directly toward the city gates.  She did not want to be obvious in case anyone was watching her.  All her actions had to be normal.  Well, they had to be the normal action of a snotty, arrogant mistress who enjoyed showing off her luscious slave girls.

Yeah, like I said.  Normal.

After meandering through the city, up and down the main thoroughfares (and down some that were not so main), the sulky arrived at the establishment of another mistress.  As it was, this mistress owned the three little ponygirls who plied their trade with Melissa. 

Erin brought the sulky around in back where she jumped out next to a door.  One pull on the bell cord caused the door to open.  Erin disappeared inside, only to reemerge a few minutes later with another slave girl.

Yeah, this was a slave girl.  There could be no doubt about that.  The short pink satin minidress told the world that.  Her whole attire was pink, with just a few traces of white for trim.  Erin led her to the back of the sulky where she tethered her.  Without a word to that slave girl or her team of ponygirls, she hopped back onto the seat of the sulky.  In seconds, the team of four lovely captives was moving a full speed toward the town square.

Melissa had a vague idea where she was.  In the back of her mind was the thought that someone might see her dressed and bound as she was and recognize her.  That would be embarrassing.  She had long since given up any thought that anyone would rescue her.  She wore the collar of a slave girl.  Anyone they met, even if that person knew her before she fell into Erin’s grasp, would do nothing to free her.

One circuit about the town square was all they needed.  Having established herself as a mistress out on a pleasure jaunt, Erin then turned the team of ponygirls toward the main gate.

As has been mentioned (often) before, the town had laws to keep free women from being enslaved within the city walls.  The purpose of the laws was not to protect the nubile women who would look much more attractive wearing a collar, but rather to protect the interests of the professional slavers.  Their contributions filled the election coffers of the town leaders.

Once in sight of the city’s walls, Erin had to wait.  There was line of wagons and sulkies at the gate so Erin had to wait for half an hour.  Normally such a wait would have made her extremely irate, but this time she merely smiled at the officials.

When it came her time, she produced the paperwork showing that the slave girl was had tether to the back of the sulky was a legal, registered slave girl.  Whether by design or by neglect, they did not ask for the papers of the ponygirls.  Perhaps it was obvious that such a lovely beast of burden could be nothing other than a registered slave girl. 

Oversight or intent?  Who knows and who cares? 

Erin had no trouble taking the blondes from the city.  Once outside the walls it became a moot issue.  There were no laws to protect Melissa.  If she was lovely enough to deserve a collar, she deserved her fate.

The ponygirls’ knees rose in rapid unison as they raced down the macadamized road, past the various inspection stations.  Near the bottom of the hill she came upon the first of the slavers camps.  She made a left turn between two large tents.

She was in the clear now that she was outside the city’s walls.  The officials could do nothing to her about Melissa.  She had used this stratagem once before, and she was careful as she thought she might want to use it again.  Recognizing that more than a few officials would like to see her wearing a slave collar herself, she did not want to draw attention to her nefarious deeds.  She wanted to pass through the gate again with as much ease as she had this time.

A few pfennings allowed her to rent a couple of slave girls for a few minutes.  The ponygirl outfit came off Melissa and went on the fifth blonde.  That slave girl took Melissa’s place in the traces.

“Dress her in this,” Erin ordered as she tossed a small packed to one of the slave girls.  In a couple minutes they had Melissa dressed as a slave girl.  Her outfit, however, was entirely different from what the other slave girl had worn.  She wore a black satin garter belt, adorned with white lace ruffles in front.  It held up the sheer black stockings.  Except for the white, patent leather sandals with the ubiquitous fifteen-centimeter stiletto heel, was naked.

When they had finished dressing her, they stepped back.  Erin raised her right hand in the air and motioned in a little circle.  Melissa obediently rotated about until she faced her mistress again.  The smile on Erin’s face told the slave girl that her mistress liked what she saw.

“Turn away from me.”

Melissa shuffled her feet until her back was towards her mistress.

“Now, bend over.”

As she had been trained, the blonde spread her legs apart once she stopped moving.  She obeyed Erin’s order, bending over until her upper body was parallel to the ground.  She put her head back so she stared straight ahead.

A smile appeared on the beautiful mistress’s lips.  Melissa’s pussy was visible from behind when she spread her legs.  When she bent over, it was impossible to miss it.

Maybe she would have a party.  She could invite all the men she and Melissa knew.  It would be an enjoyable evening’s entertainment watching Melissa offer her pussy to all those men who previously had only been able to dream of it.

She was still outside the city’s gates, and she had to get her blonde slave girl back inside.

“Straighten up and turn around.”

Erin took the blonde by the arm and led her to the back of the sulky where she tethered her where the other blonde had been on the way out.

Erin returned the slave girls to their owner before taking the sulky back toward the town.  The tableau looked the same as when she came out.  She had four matching blonde ponygirls drawing the sulky and she had another blonde slave girl tethered to the back.

Erin had no papers for Melissa, but that was taken care of when she registered her to bring her into the city.  For only a few pfennings for the registration, the buxom blonde became a legal slave girl in the city.

Before entering the building, she secured the buxom blonde in a pillory to the left of the door.  Though there were holes for the wrists, she left Melissa’s arms locked behind her back.  A spreader bar with cuffs kept the blonde’s legs spread.  Erin worked a lever several times to lower the blonde’s head.

Her pussy was on display.

“She might as well get used to strutting her stuff in public,” Erin muttered to herself as she headed for the door.

Since she wore a collar, anyone who encountered her would think of Melissa as nothing more than another slave girl.  Had she been able to flee while outside the city’s walls and had stumbled into someone, they would take her for what she was – a slave girl.

Life becomes simple when a woman wears a slave collar.  There are no decisions to make anymore.  All she had to do is obey.

Once inside the city, her new status was confirmed by her registration number.  If she ran away, once she was caught, they had only to check the registration number on her collar to see to whom she belonged.  (Remember that fact – it will come in play later.)

The city walls and the guards at the gates kept her prisoner within bounds.  If she fled, in those high heels she could not move quickly.  There was no place for her to run.  And the standard punishment for a disobedient slave girl was to take her to the town square and leave her bound for a few hours.  Anyone coming along would know she was there because she deserved some form of punishment.  And since you could not tell how much she had been punished already a passerby would always feel obligated to deliver a few whacks of his or her own to the unfortunate captive’s bottom.

For obvious reasons, few slave girls tried to escape.  Those who did never tried again.

There was no need for the slave girl to be present during the registration process so Erin left her outside.  She did not leave her alone though.  A guard and a couple of slave traders were present when she arrived.

“I wonder if I could ask the three of you for a favor?”

“Huh?”

“What?”

“This little slave girl has been so good lately she deserves a reward.  I wonder if the three of you would be so kind as to let her suck you dry.  She does so enjoy it.”

When the beautiful mistress emerged from the office, she found Melissa on her knees sucking hard on the cock of one of the men.  Erin found a chair and sat to wait until her slave girl was done.

Of course, Melissa could not make them come though she gave it a valiant effort.  As she jerked her head forward and back, the recipient of her attention kept both hands on the back of her head.  When to stop was not her decision.  She would continue until he wanted her to cease.

When she finished with that man, the guard took his place in front of her.  Again, Melissa tried without success to make him come.  Though it was only midday, she was already the sixth to suck him.

When the three finished, Erin rammed the rubber ball back into the blonde’s mouth as she whispered, “I hope you enjoyed that cock because that is the last you are ever going to get!”

That statement was untrue – but we are getting ahead of ourselves.

Erin still had to return the sulky and team to the stable, but first she guided them to her secret rendezvous where she played with the office help.  She tethered the ponygirls to a hitching post in front while she took her blonde slave girl inside.  First though she fastened a leather blindfold on her.  She pulled it tight, then adjusted it.  Not convinced she had it on right, she peered closely around the edges.  The leather band pressed against the leather pads that in turn pressed the foam rubber against the contours of her face.  No light at all could get through to her.

Satisfied that the blonde could see nothing, she led her up the stairs to the apartment.

Unused to moved about blindfolded, the leggy blonde moved slowly at first, forcing her mistress to play a switch against the back of her knees to speed her up.

“Move faster.  If you bump into something and hurt yourself, it’s something you deserve.”

If Melissa moved quickly, she might hurt herself, but if she moved slowly, Erin would hurt her.  She picked up the pace a little, whacking her a shin against the edge of a step.

Erin moved her around in the room so she faced the door (though with the blindfold on she did not know that).

“Spread your legs apart.”

She stared at her slave girl’s feet as the blonde moved one foot a few centimeters to the side, then the other.

“Further than that!  I want them spread!”

In order to do as her mistress ordered, the blonde had to twist her high heels so the toes pointed outward.

Erin then secured her captive in that position by fastened a leather cuff to each ankle.  A short chain ran from the cuffs to rings in the floor so the captive could not draw her legs together.

Erin had her captive positioned so she stood under a dangling chain.  She attached bar to it that had a leather cuff at each end.  In a matter of seconds she had the blonde bound spreadeagle.

The slave girl’s pussy was exposed and vulnerable.  Erin took advantage of that.

“I want you to think of all the horrible things I can do to you when I get back.  Believe me, I will make it far worse than you can imagine.”

She heard her new slave girl sobbing to herself as she crossed the room to the door.  She smiled at Melissa’s helplessness.

“She so deserves what she is about to get,” she thought to herself.

Back at the office she found her three assistants already bound and dressed.

They were so stupid, willingly allowing themselves to be bound and gagged, that she knew she was going to miss them.

They could not see but they could hear.  Erin had them bundled in the back of a delivery wagon among the other goods sold and delivered.  Several minutes after leaving the office, they found themselves entering another door.  They could not see but knew it was there.

Erin positioned Chrissy and June so they faced the wall.  She left them bound and hooded.  She had no need for them at that time, and she was impatient to begin Melissa’s torment.

She removed Katie’s satin hood before signaling her what she wanted her to do.  The woman wore essentially the same clothing as Melissa.  The blonde slave girl knew someone approached her from the sound of the heels on the floor.

Katie dropped silently to her knees before extending her head forward.  As her eyes came near Melissa’s bush, she extended her tongue.  The blonde’s body jerked when Katie’s tongue made contact with her pussy.

She knew the idea was to torment Melissa, not to make her come.  She paused before licking the other labia, slowly drawing her tongue upwards.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm!”

There was little else the buxom slave girl could say.  She could thrash about, but that would not cause her to come.

The buxom office assistant knew what to do to torment the slave girl.  She established a pattern of slow, sensuous licks, then abruptly stopped.  She stared up at Melissa’s huge boobs towering over her head for a few seconds before beginning to lick again.  This time she let the tip of her tongue touch the blonde’s lip only enough so she knew it was there.  Then she quickly drew it away again.  After waiting a few seconds, she return to her old pattern of licking, knowing that blonde slave girl would never know when she was going to stop again.

Erin poured herself a glass of white wine from the mini-bar across the room before returning to stand behind Katie.  She could have freed the other two, but she wanted them to get used to being bound, gagged and helpless.

She thought of it as “on the job training.”

Katie could torment the slave girl this way only so long before she came.  When Erin sensed that was about to happen, she laid her left hand on top the kneeling woman’s head.  Katie instantly stopped.

Now it was time to free the others.

“I want her in the ultimate training position.”

Katie and Chrissy erupted into girlish giggles.  Only June had no idea what she meant.

They freed the blonde slave girl’s legs.  One girl pulled each leg forward while another lowered the slave girl’s body toward the floor.  Once she sat on the floor, Erin signaled June to stop turning the windlass.  She freed her new slave girl’s hands from their bondage, but kept a firm grip on them.  She then pulled Melissa back so she lay on her back on the floor.

Erin made a little circular motion over the blonde’s body.  When she nodded they spun her about, using her bare bottom as a balance point.

A wave of her hand got the two to pull Melissa across the floor.

In a matter of minutes, Erin had Melissa’s hands encased in the same cuffs that had held her ankles a few minutes before.  As she started work, she signaled June to lower the bar further.  Katie grabbed it when it was still a meter above the blonde’s body.  As June ran more chain through the pulley, Katie pulled it toward her feet.

They fastened the blonde’s ankles to the cuffs where her wrists had been.

“Help her,” Erin said to Chrissy, gesturing toward June.

The two pulled on the handle, slowly drawing the buxom blonde’s feet into the air.  In a minute, they had her bottom clear of the floor so her weight rested on her shoulders.  Then it was her head and finally she was free of the floor, hanging upside down.  They continued to push and pull on the handle until the slave girl was spreadeagled as tautly as she had been when they arrived.

“June, come over her.”

The newest assistant stood before the suspended captive, the blonde’s pussy only centimeters from her face.

Erin squatted to remove the blindfold.

“We are going to play a little game here.  June is going to lick your pussy.  Every time you come, you get a swat on the fanny.  Chrissy, you do the honors first.”

Erin rose and backed away.

“Go ahead, June.  Make her come.  Katie, you service me.”

The buxom office assistant knelt with her face between her boss’s legs.  She had an expert tongue so it did not take long for her to make Erin forget about Melissa.

Whack!

Erin’s attention was abruptly drawn back to the blonde when Chrissy smacked her on the bottom with a paddle.

“We’re going to – Oh! – have a little contest here, June.  If Katie makes me come more times than you make Melissa come, then you replace her hanging upside down.”

It was not much of a contest.  Katie had an experienced tongue while June did not.  The new office assistant lost, and she lost badly.

“Let her down.  We don’t want her to pass out.”

Her concern was less about the blonde’s well being than it was in her time schedule.  She had company coming in a few hours and she did not want to have to take time to bring her slave girl back to consciousness if she passed out from being suspended upside down for too long.

While the three of them released Melissa, their boss retrieved a ballgag and a pair of handcuffs from a dresser.

“Here, put these on,” she ordered June as she tossed the items to the woman.

June pushed the ballgag into her mouth with the fingertips of both hands.  With the rubber ball solidly in her mouth, she handcuffed her hands behind her back.  She could only now wait until Erin was ready for her.

“We’re going to give Melissa a lesson in obedience that she won’t soon forget.”

She already wore the collar of a slave girl so you could wonder what else Erin could do to her.  Making her submissive was on part of her plan.

She wanted to punish the buxom blonde for the sheer pleasure of punishing her.

They rearranged the blonde’s bondage so she now had her ankles secured to the leather cuffs that were in turn attached to the wood bar.  They attached the other leather cuffs to her wrists.  By shortening the overhead chain, they gradually pulled her feet into the air.  In a matter of minutes they had her spreadeagled upside down.

“Chrissy, you make her come.  Mandi, every time she comes, you give her a swat on the ass with a switch.”

The later fairly bounced across the room to the cabinet holding the various punishment devices.  Chrissy’s task would not be as fun, but it would have its moments.  It would be fun making the buxom blonde come because she knew Melissa could not enjoy it.

Chrissy placed her arms on the blonde’s spread thighs.  Knowing the ritual well, she first kissed the slave girl’s pussy before licking it.

Bound as she was, the beautiful blonde could not thrash around as she became aroused.

June was so interested in what happened to Erin’s latest acquisition that she did not see the woman shuck her pants, pull up a chair and sit down.

“Come here, June.  You get to practice on me.”

The newest assistant was not certain how she was going to do that, not with the ballgag in her mouth, but she knew better than to resist.  She knew there were more chains dangling down from the ceiling.  If she exhibited the slighted amount of hesitation, she might find herself spreadeagle upside down.

June knelt before her boss.  Erin leaned forward as she extended both hands.  She drew the young woman’s head forward so she could unbuckled the strap that held the gag in her mouth.

She was momentarily distracted by the sound of a switch striking a supple female bottom.  Melissa had had her fist orgasm, and had paid for it.

“See if you can make me come before Melissa does again.”

That could be interpreted as a threat.  If she lost, would she be punished? 

She worked hard but Erin was not close to an orgasm when Melissa came.  Chrissie’s experienced tongue knew what to do and she already had the blonde primed.  Melissa came a third time before Erin did.

They let the blonde slave girl before she passed out from being in this position.  Bound on her back, June licked her pussy while Erin sat on her face so she could use her tongue on her mistress asshole.

It was getting late so Erin had them dress Melissa as a French Maid in that adorable little black satin outfit.  She left her tethered to a ring on the wall while she returned to help her three assistants dress in their “traveling clothes.”  In seconds, she had them bound and gagged in the revealing outfits   She tethered them to rings on the wall.

Out in the hall she found Dresden waiting impatiently.

“It’s about time.”

“I have them ready for you.  Do you have the money?”

He handed her a sack.  Being a good businesswoman, Erin emptied the coins in her hand to count them.  Satisfied that he had given her the amount agreed upon, she reentered the apartment where she found him inspecting the merchandise.

The three knew what was going on.  They struggled, but escape was impossible.

He secured them in a coffle, one behind the other.

Erin heard them whimpering in protest as he led them from the room.

Alone at last with her new position, she freed Melissa and turned her about.

“You know, Melissa, you are about the perfect slave girl.  The only objection I have to your body is that these titties of yours a too big.  I think you knew to be punished for that.  Come over her and lay yourself across my lap.”

Once she was seated in that it chair where June had made her come, she pulled the blonde down across her lap.  Once jerk down bared her bottomcheeks.

“I think you knew about fifty.”  She grabbed Melissa’s long tresses to pull her head back.  “Fifty her cheek, I mean.”

Slap!  Slap!

“One.”

Slap!  Slap!

“Two”

Slap!  Slap!

Instead of counting again, she grabbed a fistful of blonde hair to pull Melissa’s head up.

“I want you screaming and kicking you legs or they don’t count.  Now, let’s start again.”

Slap!  Slap!

Melissa responded by screaming as much as the gag would allow, and she wildly kicked her legs.

“One.”

Slap!  Slap!

“Two.”

It seems that Chrissy, Mandi and Katie were the fortunate captives.