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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 98
Charlene looked up from her desk at the clock of the wall. It was the middle of the afternoon. Another workday was almost over. The fun and games though were about to begin.
She had a description of each incoming coed written on a card. Those who could disappear without drawing any attention had a big “X” drawn in one corner.
She had divided the incoming crop of freshmen at the Acme Cosmology College into two groups. The criterion for deciding which group a young woman went into depended on a simple mental image. Charlene contemplated what the woman would look like with a slave collar about her neck and a rubber ballgag wedged securely between her teeth. If the image drew a smile to her lips, the candidate went into one pile. The others went into another pile.
When she was done, she looked at the two piles. The former was much higher than the latter. She had to go through it a second and third time. She could not afford to lose 80% of the new class the first week. It seemed that the college attracted an abnormally high percentage of hot coeds. She had to cull the crop down to a select few. The cosmetology college had to graduate a few cosmetologists to continue to lure new victims, uh, students.
Since the Amazons had taken over when the cosmetology college, the enslaving operation had worked much better. Everything was much more efficient.
Recruiting was not a problem. Charlene was able to boast about the placement efforts of the college. A beautiful young woman who entered this college had a chance to get a good position. Of course, a good position for a beautiful young woman was that of slave girl. The placement department did its best work in placing the most beautiful coeds into slave collars.
Even in the office, things went much smoother. Charlene had a better staff then Julie had. Well, actually it was the same staff. Only now they wore black leather slave collars. If they did not perform well, they could expect a spanking. Even if they did perform well, Charlene still enjoyed speaking them. She suspected that two or three of them enjoyed receiving the spankings as much as she enjoyed giving them.
The key to motivation was repeated smacks on the fanny with a wooden paddle. The last of the slave clerks to finish her work would be rewarded with a dozen swats. Every error found was another dozen or two.
Charlene looked up as she saw one of the slave clerks rising. All worked on their knees. When they were done, they were allowed to use a straight-backed chair behind them. No, they were not allowed to sit in it. On the seat were cuffs whose chains disappeared beneath the seat. The slave girls would bend across the chairback to get at the cuffs. When one was fastened to each wrist, she could not straighten up. She was bound in the perfect position for a spanking and there was no way she could move from it.
If one of the slave clerks had no errors, she would be rewarded with extra tasks. Dressed as a French Maid, she would start on one end of the dorm to clean the rooms. No, she never got around to cleaning rooms. Dangling down from the ring on her collar with a little tag that read: “I’m here to clean your pussy.”
Warm, soft coed bodies was her reward.
It was time to take one slave girl to the front of the college where she could continue to serve. She was dressed as a French Maid and was busy cleaning the floor with her tongue. There were three other French Maids in the office, kneeling behind desks. Unless the person was looking for Debbie, they would see only a beautiful slave girl. No one would recognize this slave girl as one who used to be president of the cosmetology college.
The slave girls continued working feverishly as Charlene walked into the outer office. Each slave girl knew she would be punished if she stopped working.
Charlene first turned her attention to the slave girl cleaning the floor. She could not afford to leave the office while the slave girl was without a gag. That simply was not done. She pushed the rubber ball into the captive’s mouth before sliding the strap over her head. The ends were buckled together already so all she had to do was jerk on the working end to secure the gag in the little slave girl’s mouth. The slave girl had needed her tongue to clean the floor, but not her hands. As a result, they were still cuffed behind her back. Charlene attached a chain tether to the collar, passed it around a leg of the desk, and fastened the other end to the collar. The slave girl had to remain kneeling with her face near the floor.
The Amazon turned her attention to Debbie. Once she had her hands cuffed behind her back, she attached a leash to the collar.
“Come along. You have work to do.”
Debbie knew what this entailed and did not want to do it. She did not want to do but she was in no position to resist. Charlene indicated she should follow with a gentle tug on the leash.
Before they reach the front of the building, Charlene stopped to remove Debbie’s black satin outfit. This left, the slave girl wearing only a black satin ruffled garter belt that was used to hold sheer black stockings. On her feet she wore white patent leather sandals with fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels. Charlene tossed the garment aside. Another slave girl would be along soon to clean up after her. There was one thing about the college since the Amazons had taken over. The halls certainly were clean. Of course, there were a lot more slave girls there to do the work.
Charlene tethered Debbie to a ring in the hall out of sight of the front doors. There was no need for Debbie to see what was going to happen to her even though she had done this everyday for the past few weeks, ever since she had returned to the cosmetology college as a slave girl.
Charlene continued forward toward the door where she found a slave girl bound to a post. When she had the slave girl freed, she turned her around and had to bend over. The slave girl put her hands behind her back to make it easier for the mistress to handcuff them. Charlene reached down to slap a tittie. This told the slave girl to straighten up. She immediately turned toward her mistress who was ready with another leash. She attached one in the upper ring on the front of the collar and used it to lead slave girl from the lobby of the building to the hall where Debbie waited. This slave girl found herself tethered to a ring about a meter beyond the buxom brunette.
Now it was Debbie’s turn. Charlene led her to the post where the other slave girl had stood just a couple minutes before. As soon as she had Debbie’s wrists freed, she pushed her back against the post. The beautiful brunette brought her arms around the post behind her as she stared straight ahead. Charlene moved around behind her.
There were a number of steel rings screwed into the post. Hanging from them were light cords. Charlene wrapped one about the crossed wrists of the beautiful slave girl. In a matter of one or two minutes, she had Debbie’s wrists tied together behind post. By tying them to the steel ring, the brunette could not move her arms up or down. Once she had bound her wrists, she looped another set of cords about her upper arms at the elbow. There was no need for her to make Debbie any more helpless. She used the cords to pull her elbows together to make it more painful for her.
Charlene moved around in front of Debbie to take care of her feet. The beautiful brunette immediately moved her legs apart so her ankles were a little wider than her shoulders. The mistress passed a leather cuff to the brunette’s left ankle. A chain ran from it to a ring on the floor. Charlene scooted over to the other side to repeat the procedure with brunette’s other ankle. When she was done, Debbie’s legs were spread with the luscious captive having no way to pull them together. Because of the way of her arms were bound, she could not move her body much besides a little squirming back and forth. Her pussy was available for anyone to see, or play with.
Since Debbie was a slave girl, you would want to take the time to play with her choice parts. She was there to serve and Charlene was going to see that happened.
The final step was to wrap a black leather posture collar about brunette’s neck. This forced her to stare straight ahead, with her nose slightly in the air. No part of her body could escape the touch of anyone. She was bound in the perfect position to please.
Charlene smiled to herself as she walked down the hall. The finer things in life were all displayed by Debbie’s position.
So you may ask, what was Debbie’s job?
That became apparent a few minutes later when a mistress entered the building leading a slave girl. It was customary to tether slave girls to rings on walls inside or outside the building. While there were ample rings outside the doors, any returning visitor knew there was a much better place to tether a slave girl inside.
The mistress led her slave to the captive brunette. Reaching beyond Debbie’s left shoulder, she removed a clamp from a hook on the post. She attached one end of the leash to the clamp, then grabbed brunette’s left titties with her left hand. The nipple popped out between her index finger and thumb. She carefully placed the clamp over the nipple and released it so it dug into the tender flesh of the slave.
Debbie’s deliciously large titties had become nothing more than a hitching post.
The mistress then moved further into the building to transact her business.
Charlene went about her business as well. There were other women who needed and deserve to be turned into slave girls.
In on dorm room, Marty Ferrell finished unpacking her stuff. She did not know it, but her effort was a waste of time as she was destined to wear a collar before the day was over. She stepped back with both hands on her gets to admire what she had done. She turned to look at the door open. In walked her twin sister, Fiona.
Yes. We finally have the arrival of the before (long before) mentioned twins. This duo established new standards when it came to massive mammaries. Not only were they large, there were identical pairs of them.
Charlene had decided to admit them to the college despite their brains. After all they were other things more important than intelligence.
“Don’t forget, we have to meet with the adviser this afternoon. We have only about five minutes.”
That means they have about five minutes or so until they are no longer free women.
“I will be ready. What you think it looks like?”
There was the typical sibling rivalry between two. Peggy looked at how her sister had decorated the room and stuck her tongue.
Such disgraceful behavior! Fortunately Charlene had better things for the buxom twins to do with her tongue.
So less than five minutes the two were moving down the hall to the meeting room. They had the instructions written on the piece of paper because they were still unfamiliar with the building. They had not met anyone since their arrival, so no one would notice their disappearance.
Charlene had it worked out so perfectly.
Fiona knocked tentatively on the door before opening. No one was in the room though there was a desk there indicating there should be receptionist or a secretary or someone else to make the new students feel welcome.
“Hello?”
Once Marty was in the room, she closed the door behind her. As far as any of the other students knew this was the last any of them would see these two. Marty jumped when the door on the other side of the room open. Through it walked Charlene. They recognized her from interviews before they enroll.
“Hi. I’m Charlene. Are you here for your orientation?”
Of course they were here for the orientation. They were the only ones scheduled for this time. In about an hour another one or two would arrive, and an hour after that one or two more. Charlene had it all worked out as a schedule.
“Yes, I’m Fiona Ferrell and this is my sister Marty. We are twins!”
As if anyone could not tell that automatically.
“Well Fiona, why don’t you have a seat and I will take your sister back here and get her processed.”
Fiona moved toward a chair as her sister passed through the door.
“This will just take a couple minutes,” Charlene assured her.
Once through the door, Charlene motioned the buxom brunette follow. She led her down a corridor toward the back to the building where the dock area was. Before the Amazons took over the building had the use for deliveries. Now it was used for shipments.
At a corner, Charlene stopped. Mary was so close behind her that she almost bumped into her.
“You know, we need a physical first. Why don’t you go in here and take your clothes off. There is a robe in on wall. You can put it on. This will just take a few minutes.”
College so intimidated Marty that she obeyed without hesitation. She stepped through the door and closed behind her. She noticed immediately that there was a lock on it so she threw it to protect herself while she was naked. She looked around and, sure enough, there was a robe hanging from a peg on the wall. She pulled it off and draped over the sole chair in the room. At this point she started to get undressed. There were no hangers for her clothes but there was that peg. She removed her shoes, putting them on the floor beneath the peg. She hung her clothes from it before wrapping the robe about her body. She then waited.
She did not have to wait long. Sure, the door was locked. But the Amazons did not intend for her to go out that way. She heard a thump behind one wall. That was only a distraction, and it worked as planned. She turned toward it so she did not notice a section of the wall behind her opening. The first Amazon through grabbed the buxom beauty with both hands. Her right clamped over the young woman’s mouth so she could not utter nothing more than muffled grunts. (Yes, the intervening walls were well insulated so Fiona had no idea that he sister was in trouble.) The left arm went about her body, pinning her arms to her sides.
Okay, Marty resisted. When the young woman would not? She kicked and thrashed but it did no good. She was in the grip of a pair of experienced Amazons. They soon had her hands tied behind her back. The first Amazon finally removed her hands from Marty’s mouth. The beautiful brunette tried to scream but when she opened her mouth the second Amazon popped a ballgag between her teeth. She should have known better.
The robe was an expendable item. They cut it from her body.
Her fate was sealed. They pushed her down on the floor so she lay face down. One Amazon held her there while another moved back into the opening to get a spreader bar. She returned in just a few seconds.
They then pulled the brunette’s legs apart so they could fasten a leather cuff about each ankle. When they were done, Marty’s legs were forced apart about a meter and half. She could do nothing to pull them together. The second Amazon returned through the opening again with a rack. It consisted of a metal framework resting on four small wheels. In the center of the crosspiece was a pulley. Through the pulley was the chain that they attached to a ring in the center of the spreader bar. By pulling on the other end they dragged Marty’s luscious body across the floor. Slowly her legs bent at the knee. Centimeter by centimeter her body left before until she dangled upside down from the apparatus.
The first Amazon unlocked door so the two could push the cart out toward the dock. Marty had a different view of the college from this position. What she could see of it was the walls near the floor. They took her into another room, which was near the loading dock. Two Amazons switched the spreader bar from the cart to a pulley hanging from a track at the back of the high bay area.
They then took the cart back into the room where they had started. The two reentered the room where Marty had been, removing all traces that she had ever been in. They made certain that they had all of her clothes before moving into the hidden room where they dumped her clothes into a bin where it would be thrown out with the trash. They resumed their places to await their next victim.
When Charlene let Fiona in, they did the same to her as they had with Marty.
Marty did not recognize Charlene when she saw her next. That was not surprising as the buxom coed was suspended upside down from the track. A chain ran down from the track to a ring on a spreader bar keeping her legs spread.
Charlene stepped closer so she could insert the index and middle fingers of her right hand in the captive’s pussy. She pumped her hand up and down as she asked, “Are you have a good time, Marty? Or are you Fiona? I guess it doesn’t matter any more.”
Marty tried to protest but there was nothing she could do. Besides being suspended in this most undignified position, they had bound her arms behind her back and had stuffed a mouth filling ballgag between her lips.
“Mmmmmffffftfttt!!”
Fiona was on the other side of Marty, bound in an identical position.
Charlene pulled her fingers out to spin Marty about so she faced her sister. Moving around the dangling captive, she inserted the index and middle fingers of her left hand into the young woman’s pussy. She then pulled her closer to Mandi. She had to give the latter half a turn so the two faced each other. She inserted those two fingers of her right hand in Fiona’s pussy.
The Amazon pumped both hands up and down.
“Come on, whoever comes first, I let go.”
It was a lie, of course, but the twins did not know it. Not that they had any choice whether they came or not.
“Mmmmmffffftfttt!!”
“Mmmmmffffftfttt!!”
The plaintive cries, of course, were in unison as the Amazon moved hands in unison inside them.
While Charlene tormented the captives in that manner, the Amazons had arrived with the wagon. An Amazon working at the college opened a door to allow entry. The accomplished driver backed the delivery wagon inside. Emblazoned on the sides of the wagon were the words: “The Meat Market – for the best in your dining pleasure.”
A team of sixteen ponygirls pulled the wagon. The back of the wagon was little more than a large wooden box since they used it solely to transport slave girls between the college and their headquarters. The Amazons had attached sound proofing material to the inside so anyone more than a couple meters from the wagon would not heard the muffled cries coming from inside
The driver back the wagon inside, then moved it forward a little. Back a couple of meters, then forward and then back. They had to adjust the placement of the wagon so they could attach a track inside the box to the track in the building. One Amazon riding shotgun turned Marty about so she faced the wagon. It really did not matter what way she faced, but the mistress had a particular way in which she wanted to move the buxom captive. Grabbing Marty by the nipple of each tittie, she backed toward the wagon, dragging the captive with her.
The woman who had opened the door did the same to Fiona.
As soon as one twin was inside the back of the wagon, they pushed the other in.
Closing the door and locking them, they were ready to set off.
Charlene stood on the dock with both hands on her hips. The operation had gone as smoothly as it always did. She glanced at the clock on the wall. She still had forty-five minutes before the next coed would arrive for her appointment. The Amazons had plenty of time to make your delivery at the Amazon’s compound and return to for a new naked body would hung in on the dock waiting to be transported to a life of slavery
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