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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 96
Danielle trotted along at the end of the leash. Her days as an Amazon had long been forgotten. She thought of herself only a slave girl.
She wore black high-heeled sandals and – well, that was about it except for shoulder length, black satin gloves. Since she was only a slave girl, she needed nothing else. The only reason she wore the gloves was to protect her flesh from the six loops of rope that bound her wrists together. Another set of loops secured her elbows together. They had pulled these loops so tight that they pulled her arms together from the elbow to the wrist. Though no ropes bound her arms to her body, the tight loops held her arms in such an awkward position that she could not move them at all.
Of course, she wore a gag, but she had not worn a ballgag for several days. Wedged solidly between her teeth was a large dildo gag. The former Amazon responded to the presence of the shaft in her mouth by sucking on it continuously.
Yes, she had become quite the perfect little slave girl.
Her money value on the street would be quite high if Canjac intended to put her up for public sale. And as an astute businessman, Canjac was going to take advantage of her value. She was excess inventory. He had placed a “For Sale” sign on her only a few days earlier and already one of his best customers was coming from out of town to take a look at her.
Canjac had his own clientele. He would sell only to those who knew how to take care of a slave girl.
Two French Maids waited to put her into her holding position. As soon as she saw them, she knew what they were going to do to her. Her nipples became hard and pointed in anticipation of what was in store for her.
She let them move her about into the correct position. A jerk down on the leash caused her to fall to her knees with hesitation. One French Maid knelt before her and another behind her to get the apparatus on correctly. First things first. They had to replace the gag in her mouth. The new gag was also a dildo gag, but it was different. This one was flexible so it could slid in and out, though never so far that it would could out of her mouth.
The gag was part of a harness that
included eye pads. She would have no
distractions while she was bound.
The two French Maids first
tightened the leather harness about Danielle’s head, pulling each strap tight
so it dug into her head. When they were
done, the French Maid before her placed one finger on the outer end of the
dildo gag. With little pressure, she
pushed it into the beautiful slave girl’s mouth. When she took her finger off, springs on the
harness pushed the dido from her mouth.
She pushed it in, then let it pop out.
Another dildo went into the brunette’s pussy. At the end there was a ring. A hook attached a chain to it. At the other end, a hook attached a chain to a ring on the floor.
The French Maid before Danielle attached a light chain to a ring on the harness above her eyes. She threaded it through the ring on the outside the dildo gag, passed it down between her legs where she threaded it to the ring on the dildo. The second French Maid pulled it up where she could attach it to the ropes about Danielle’s wrists. They pushed Danielle’s face down toward the floor. The French Maid before Danielle shifted her position so she could use both hands to push the beautiful brunette’s face down further to the floor. They had been well trained on exactly how to do this. Their reward for doing it correctly was to be bound in the identical position. Failure to perform adequately would result in them being bound in some other position that would no doubt be quite uncomfortable.
The French Maids next pushed the dildo all the way into the brunette’s pussy. While one held it there, the other attached one end of a spring to the ring. The other end of the spring was attached to a ring on the floor. When they removed their fingers, the dildo slid out. Not all the way, that would destroy all the fun, but far enough so the slave girl could feel it.
They were finished with Danielle.
As they moved on to the next slave girl to be bound, Danielle pulled her head back as she raised her body from the floor. Drawn between her bound hands and her head hardness, the cord forced one dildo into her pussy, another into her mouth. When she lowered her face to the floor, they both slid out. Up again and they slid in. Down and they slid out.
No wonder the slave girls loved this position so.
Quisimoto showed up unannounced at Canjac’s office later that day.
He brandish the brochure.
“When I heard about the merchandise you had to offer, I rushed right over here.”
Quisimoto was the High Chamberlain to the Wizard in Emerald City. He did not have a lot to do, but he was well paid for not doing it.
He was one of the few on Canjac’s list of customers. Our favorite slaver would not sell a slave girl to just anyone. The man, or woman, had to know how to take care of one.
“Actually I was on my way up the coast. I thought I’d stop by to see what you had.”
“I have a new item I’m just releasing for sale. She is more used to wearing black leather than silk and satin, but she has learned the error of her ways. She only wants to please.”
When he mentioned “black leather,” he winked. Quisimoto knew he referred to an Amazon.
“She having a rest period right now, but I’ll have them bring her out for inspection. I have a new display room. I think you will get a kick out of this.”
Canjac scribbled a note for one of his men before taking his customer down the hall to the display room.
The dominant item in the room was a pillory. It was your normal, run-of-the-mill pillory except it had two posts rising from the floor behind it. Dangling down from the top was a pair of straps. The posts disappeared into slots in the floor.
“Have a seat and tell me what’s new in the Emerald City?”
Danielle was upset that her period of “rest and relaxation” was being cut short. The head harness came off, replaced immediately by a dildo gag. She had nothing worthwhile to say so a gag of some sort was always necessary. The cords came off her wrists and elbows to be replaced by a simple pair of steel handcuffs.
At the end of a leash, she followed the man down the hall to the display room. In route, they picked up a couple more French Maids.
Danielle had never been in this device before so they had to guide her through it. As soon as the cuffs were off, a French Maid retrieved a wood box that she set on the floor before the posts. Danielle knew she was to use it to climb up on the tops of the posts. Once they had her in position, they fastened the leather straps across her upper calves at the knee.
“You use slave girls to bind slave girls?” Quisimoto asked incredulously as they helped Danielle into the pillory. Once her head and wrists were in the grooves, they pulled the upper board down. Each secured a padlock on her side when she was done.
“They enjoy their bondage. They hope that by being good little slave girls, they too will be bound and inspected.”
When they finished, they ran to Canjac to kneel before him.
“You two want to play with the toys, don’t you?”
They nodded vigorously.
“Bring them to me.”
They raced across the room to a cabinet, returning with a long dildo that had two straps attached.
They held the rubber shaft with it pointing down. They had used this toy before so they knew what to do. He passed the straps about their wrists so they could not let go, not that they really would want to.
“Go!” he said to the first when he finished. She raced across the room to a corner. Standing in it, her back to her master, she bent over a little to get the dildo in her pussy. Slowly she pushed it in, then drew it out. The second time was faster and the third even faster.
The other French Maid rushed to another corner.
Soon the two were moaning continuously as they caused one orgasm after another.
“If you would like to take a look at what you are buying…” Canjac said, gesturing behind Danielle.
If she was not gagged, any slave girl would tell you her most important asset was her pussy. That was what the two men went to inspect.
Canjac pulled a lever on the wall. There was the gentle rumble of gears meshing and unmeshing. With a lurch, the twin posts upon which the slave girl knelt began to pull apart.
“I call this ‘the Humbler.’ You have to admit that it allows a slave girl nothing in the way of modesty.
“I have found it particularly useful in breaking the spirit of newly collared slave girls. Slap them in this, spread their legs, and then tell them you are going to invite all their friends to have a look.”
He pushed the lever back up to stop the device. By then the posts had moved so far apart that Danielle’s pussy was available.
“A few minutes in this device will let a slave girl know she has no means of protecting or hiding her pussy. For good little slave girls like Danielle,” he said, playfully slapping her on the bottom, “This is a position of opportunity.”
Quisimoto reached between the brunette’s spread legs to place a finger on one pussy lip.
“She’s hot already.”
“She knows what this position is good for. Would you like to take her for a test drive?”
“One thing first. Let’s check on Danielle’s feeling about this.”
He moved around before the helpless slave girl to remove her gag.
“How many times would you like to come, Danielle?”
‘T-twenty-five!”
Both men laughed as he re-inserted the dildo gag in her mouth. She could gasp for air around the shaft. She had nothing to say, and having the dildo in her mouth while she came was always good practice.
Besides, having the dildo in her mouth was a reward. It reminded her of the real thing, and it was a badge of status. Other slave girls with mere ballgags could only look on in envy as she sucked the hard shaft.
“Come to my office when you are done with her.”
Danielle did not come 25 times, but she came so many times that she convinced Quisimoto that she was a steal at any price.
When he had finished with her, he went to Canjac’s office, hurrying before the man could change his mind about selling her.
The two quickly agree upon a price. With that, Danielle was sold.
“I have to go up the coast on business. Could you have her shipped to my home in the Emerald City? You can add the freight costs to the price.”
“Certainly.”
“I came across this.” He pulled a paper from a pocket and passed it to Canjac. “Why don’t you use them? It will save a few thalens.”
The paper was a brochure about a new shipping company opening an office in town. For a limited time, they offered a discount of 10% off any slave girl shipped by them.
“Twin Moons Shipping Company,” Canjac read aloud.
Looking up at Quisimoto, he said, “I have my own company but if you want me to use them, I have no problem.”
Canjac is good, but not infallible. Yes, there will be a problem.
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