Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

 

Chapter 97

 

Yvette’s friends picked her up at the depot, but even then they did not believe she allowed herself to be moved about like a piece of freight.  Only Sandy Saloman expressed any interest in this manner of transportation.

She was as tall as the lanky blonde, but she was a brunette.  Her boobs were also much larger.

“So what if they make you…do things?” she asked.

“You enjoy yourself.  You can come as often as you like without anyone thinking any less of you.”

“At least,” interjected blonde Clara,  “Since you have a gag in your mouth, you don’t have to indulge in any meaningless post-sex conversation.”

“Sure. The man pleases you, then he goes away!”

That evoked laughter from the small group.

“You mean it doesn’t bother you to go around naked like a…like a…”

“Like a slave girl?  No.”

Without another word, Yvette came to her feet and began stripping.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” mumbled Pam, slowly shaking her head.  She took a sip from her drink to keep herself from saying something that would cause Yvette to stop.

“If you’re ashamed of what you have…” Yvette said as she stepped out of her slacks.

One by one the others rose and began stripping down to the buff.  In seconds, all five were stark naked.

“You actually allow them to tie you up?” asked Sandy, tempted by the tales Yvette told.

“Sure.”

“Can we do it?”

“What?”

“Tie you up!”

“Sure.  Anybody got any rope?”

That was how it began.  Yvette directed them to tie her hands together behind her back, palm to palm. 

“Now take another rope and tie by elbows together.”

They looped the rope about her forearms.

“No, you have to make it tighter.  Pull on both ends of the rope until my elbows are touching, then loop in about the upper arms before you tie it.  I won’t be able to move my arms much, and believe me, I won’t be able to get free.”

Yvette had spent countless hours in bondage so she was an expert.  Okay, she was an expert, but not in the manner that someone, say, like Canjac, was an expert.  She was an expert at being on the receiving end of bondage.  She knew which ties would render her helpless and vulnerable.  (She also knew from experience, which ties would be painful.)

Kathy and Clara did the tying while Sandy sat before her enthralled by what she saw.  She knew that of the three, the tall, buxom brunette was the one most likely to want to be tie up with her.

“Get the ends!  Get the ends!”

“Amateurs,” Yvette thought, not trying to hide the smile from Sandy.  Her friend put her hand over her mouth to hide the giggle.

“Okay.  There it is,” said Kathy.  “Try to get loose.”

When a professional tied the tall blonde, her elbows were tightly pressed together.  These two had left a couple centimeters between her elbows.  Still, she could move them only a couple centimeters from side to side and her hands little more.

“You are helpless.”

Kathy was amazed at that she had been able to bind her friend so she could not get free.

“Being naked is part of the bondage scheme.  Even though I’m not gagged, I don’t dare cry out.  Which is worse?  Not being able to get free, or having someone come to rescue you and finding you stark naked.”

The three giggled nervously, imagining what is would be like to be found naked by their boyfriends.

Yvette moved across the room to the sofa.  She sat back with her legs stretched out before her.

“Would you like a drink?” Kathy asked.

“Sure.  Someone has to get it for me.  I can’t do it myself.”

“If you want something to drink, you had better get down on your knees.  I don’t want that naked butt on my furniture.”

As the other three laughed, the tall blonde slid off the sofa to the floor.  No one noticed that she did not blush at being forced to kneel before her friends.  They did not realize it, but they were taking the dominant position she wanted them to take.

With her hands bound, Yvette could not hold the glass of wine.  Kathy sat on the sofa where she had been a minute before.  She held the glass down, but as Yvette moved her head forward, she pulled the glass back.

“Ask for it.”

“Please give me a drink.”

“Who?”

“Please give me a drink, Mistress.”

Kathy gave her one quick sip before pulling the glass back.

“Please give me a drink, Mistress.”

“My turn!  My turn!”

They passed the glass around the room, forcing the captive beauty to crawl after it.  When she caught up to it, they would allow her only a sip before passing it on.

“Please give me a drink, Mistress.”

After three times around the room, the glass was finally empty.

“It’s lonely down here.  Who is the next to be tied up?”

She was looking at Sandy and it was not long before the buxom brunette stood with her hands behind her back.  Again, Kathy and Clara used their enthusiasm to overcome the lack of experience.  They tied the buxom brunette’s hand together behind her back as they had Yvette.  They looped the rope half a dozen times about her wrists, then switched the direction of the ropes so three more loops cinched the first six.  When they tied the ends together in a square knot, there was no way the captive could get free.

Sandy started to turn to face them.

“No!  Stay facing in that direction.  We’re not finished yet.”

The beautiful brunette frowned as she wondered what they intended to do to her.  They had bound Yvette so her elbows were together.  Now they intended to use two on her.  Her frown became deeper.  As they realized there was nothing to get them to stop at just two.

Kathy formed the second rope into a pair of loops that she dropped over the tall brunette’s body by standing on her tiptoes.  The loops slipped down to the captive’s waist.  Kathy pulled them up so they were above her elbows.

“Hold it here,” she snapped at Clara.

As soon as she could let go, she moved her hands to the ends of the rope.  She pulled them, drawing the loops smaller until they dug into Sandy’s arms.  She then tied a knot.

“Now I want you to lay face down on the floor.”

Sandy half turned to look at her friend.  She wondered what she was up to.

Slowly she lowered her left knew toward the floor.  Clara grabbed her to hold her steady while she continued down.  The movement was not graceful and she would had fallen over had not her friend held her by the upper arm.

Once the buxom brunette was stretched out on the floor, Kathy selected a third rope.  She smiled a most wick grin at Clara as she moved to Sandy’s feet.  She twirled one end of the rope about as she knelt.

The captive tried to look back so see what was about to happen to her, but she could only do that by rolling onto her side.  Before she could think about doing that, Kathy lifted her left ankle to set it across the right. 

“Here, hold them up,” she said to Clara as she raised the brunette’s feet in the air.

It immediately became apparent to everyone that Kathy intended to bind her friend in a hogtie.  She looped the ends of the rope about Sandy’s crossed ankles.  There was no need to cinch these loops, as the pull of the working end of the rope would accomplish the same thing.  She threaded the end under the rope about Sandy’s upper arms.  When she tied the knot, she had the buxom beauty bound in an adequate hogtie.

“Now try to get loose,” Kathy said with a giggle.

She and Clara poured themselves drinks as they watched the lanky brunette writhe about on the floor.

“Tell us, Yvette, what is the worse position you have been bound in?”

“Well, it started out like this.  I was on my back with my legs bound spread.  They call it the seller’s position.”

“Why the seller’s position?”

“Tie me in it and you will see?”

At the tall blonde’s direction, they helped her sit cross-legged on the floor.  The first rope went about her shins, binding them together.  The next two were tied to an ankle, then run about her thigh before being tied.

“Tie another rope right in the middle of my calves with a loop on the inside.  Make certain the knot is tight.  We don’t want it to slip.

That took Kathy only a couple minutes to do.

“Now, lift me up so I am on my knees.”

That feat took both of them.  When they pulled her up, Yvette had to bend backwards to straighten out her body.

“Now you have to tie another rope to the one about my wrists.  Once you have down that, thread the long end of the rope through the loop at my calves.  Then pull on it until my hands touch my legs.”

In order to do that, Clara had to stand before the captive beauty, pushing down on her shoulder to help arch her body.  Kathy threaded the end of the rope through the loop and pulled.  Yvette’s hands did not quite reach her legs, but where only a few centimeters away.

“Now lay me on my back and be careful that you do not drop me.”

When they had her on her back (so to speak), Kathy and Clara stood beside her with their mouths open in astonishment.  Sandy squirmed around to try to see what was going on but could not.

“Now you see why they call it the “Seller’s Position.”

With her legs spread, her pussy was visible and available.  Since she was on her back, her tits were in the same vulnerable condition.

Kathy knelt next to her friend.  The fingers of her right hand explored the pussy lips, spreading them apart.

“I wander what this would bring on the open market.”

“Come on you guys…”

The two laughed.

“What’s going on,” Sandy asked, a plaintive whine in her voice.

They were in Clara’s apartment and though she was not used to tying up other women, she did play around with bondage.

“You know, the one thing you are missing, Yvette, is a gag.”

“I have one in my bag.”

“I have one in my bedroom.  It really is quite popular.”

She gave no clue what kind of gag it was, and when she returned, she hid it from view as she moved around to the captive’s head.  She fell to her knees with one leg on each side of the beautiful blonde’s head.

“Open up.”

When the captive obeyed, she jammed the dildo gag in her open mouth.

“Gurggleguggleguggle.”

Yvette had no objection to a dildo gag.  She thought it was always good training.  A well-crafted dildo gag would feel like the real thing.

The objection she had was the dildo on the other side, extending a good twenty centimeters from the gag.  She knew what Clara was up to, but bound as she was, there was nothing she could do to stop the woman from buckling the ends of the strap together behind her head.

As soon as she was done, Clara crawled forward a centimeter at a time until she straddled the captive blonde’s face.  Yvette knew she could have resisted, but she also was well aware that any attempt to stop the young woman from doing what she wanted was due to utter failure.

Just be certain, Clara held the long hard rubber dildo with her right hand to guide the tip into her pussy.  Slowly she lowered her body can, forcing the hard shaft inside her.  Her pussy came closer and closer to event, as face by stopped before then.  The shaft was too long. 

“She isn’t objecting,” she said to Kathy with a smile.

The other woman slowly moved around the two.  When she had made one complete circuit, she stopped.

“You know, I think it would be more pleasurable for you if Yvette moved a little.”

“I think you are right.” The woman leaned forward so she could grab both of the  captive’s woman nipples with both hands.  She rubbed her thumb and index finger on them to make them hard.  Then she squeezed tightly.   Yvette felt the pressure, but no pain.  She knew what the threat was.

“Come on, it.  Move your head up in the air.”

The captive was in no position to object.  Unfortunately, she was in no position to move her head much either.  She did what she could.  Slowly the tip of the hard rubber shaft moved up inside her friend.  She drew her head down, then up again.  In a few minutes she had Clara panting.  In a couple more a loud cry told everyone in the building that she had come.

“My turn!  My turn!”

Clara rose so she could get off and Kathy could get on.  That beautiful woman slowly lowered herself on to the shaft,  She closed her eyes and raised her face toward the ceiling.

“You know, she does not have to do anything.  This feels good just the way it is.”

“But she has to do her share.  Let her try.”

Kathy leaned forward to put both hands on the captive’s titties but made no effort to play with the nipples.  As soon as Yvette felt the hands on her nipples, she started moving her head up and down as best she could.  In a matter of minutes she made Kathy come also.

This was how the two young women spend the next hour.  They would allow themselves one orgasm before sliding off an allowing the other to take her turn.  During the entire time, Sandy lay there helplessly.

“You know, I think Sandy deserves a turn.”

Kathy volunteered this because she was so exhausted from the multiple orgasms that she thought that if she had another she would not be able to walk home.  She gestured Clara closer to her so she could whisper in her ear.

“What are you two up to?  Why don’t you just let me go?”

Before doing anything else, the two got dressed.  They had plans to go out on the town.  It was supposed to be a foursome, but the two of them could get all by themselves.  The two captives could play with each other.  Well, Yvette could play with Sandy.  She had no say in the matter.  For that matter, Yvette had no say either.

When they were ready to begin, they flipped Yvette onto her front.  Kathy figured it would be easier to drag her across the floor this way.  Once they had her on her front, they pulled her across the room until she was behind Sandy.  They pulled her forward until the tip of the dildo protruding from the dildo gag was at the other woman’s pussy.   Yvette knew what they were going to do so she held her head up.  It took both of them to drag her forward, so there was no one to guide the hard shaft into Sandy’s pussy.  Once they knew it was in, they gave another shove.

“Oh!  Oh!  Oh!”

The two giggled as they moved around in front of Sandy.

“Well, he said you wanted to join in the game.”

The two started giggling again.

“Well we are going to go out for a while.  The two of you can stay here and play.”

“Hey!  Let me go.”

“And what is more, Sandy, we are going to leave be the door to the apartment open.  I hope you do not make too much noise.  It would be horrible if you had an orgasm and everyone in the building heard it and came to investigate.”

Sandy had not thought about that.  For only concern was being tied a naked in Clara’s apartment.  She did not realize that little motion of Yvette’s head moving about a little was pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm.  She knew eventually she would come.  Perhaps not as fast as the other two had when they knelt on the tall blonde’s face, but she knew they she would come eventually.

“You can not leave the like this!  Let me go!”

The two started for the door.  They held it opened by did not leave quite yet.

“Tell me Sandy, would you like a gag?”

The two giggled.  Sandy realized this was part of their plan.  She did not like it one bit, but she knew she was about to begin emitting a lot of embarrassing noises.  She did not want to door open.

“Will you just close the door?”

“Would you like a gag?  Maybe we will close the door if you have a nice juicy ballgag in your mouth.”

Sandy snorted her displeasure.  She was helplessly bound.  She did not know what she could do.  She had to give in.

“Okay.  Give me the gag.”

“That was pretty pathetic.  Let me hear you beg for a gag.”

“Okay. Give me a gag.”

“Still pathetic.”

“Please gag me.”

“I have just the thing.”

Clara rushed from the sitting room into her bedroom again.  She returned in less than a minute with a bright red rubber ball.  Kneeling beside Sandy’s head, she rammed the rubber ball between the buxom brunette’s teeth.  She pulled the ends of black leather strap behind her head and buckled them together.

“That should keep her quiet.”

The two giggled as they left the apartment.  They pulled the door shut behind them, and Clara was careful to lock it.  She did not mind playing with her two friends, but she did not want someone to stumble upon and turned in the two slave girls in their helpless condition.

Sandy’s first orgasm came five minutes after the left.  Her second came several minutes later.  She was working on a third one when Yvette stopped moving her head.  She responded with a loud grunt.  She wanted to come again.  Yvette was just too tired.  After all, this was a very awkward position.

It was after midnight when the two arrived back in the apartment.  They found Sandy and Yvette found in the identical position they had left them.  There was no way the two could escape.

Kathy went to work on Yvette’s bondage while Clara did the same for Sandy.  In five minutes they had the two free.

“Well, Sandy.  What did you think?  Do you want to try it?”

“Well it would be nice to come to the city, but I do not think I have money for the transit.”

Kathy reached into her purse, pulling out a piece of paper.  She held it out for Yvette to see.

“Look what we do.  You can save money!”

It was the coupon from the Twin Moons Shipping Company.