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Chapter 101
Time had come to move the little slave girls from point A to point B.
Danielle had no idea that she had been sold and since she was only a slave girl she did not have to know. She had only to obey whoever held her leash.
They dressed her in what could be considered the normal slave girl’s outfit. The twin satin cups barely covered her large titties. The panties were black satin so they contrasted nicely with the pink satin miniskirt. Whenever she moved a flash of black satin was visible.
Once she was dressed, a French Maid led her down the hallway to the high bay area. Danielle soon found herself tethered to a ring on the wall next to the door. She had nothing to do but wait. She stared at the wall before her as they had taught her.
Eventually a courier form Speedy Delivery arrived. Once all the proper paperwork was in place, the beautiful slave girl was led out. The courier attached the end of her leash to a ring on his saddle. He gave her no orders. He did not have to. She was a well-trained slave girl who knew what to do.
When he started the horse forward, she followed. The courier did not have the horse move quickly. That was fortunate for the beautiful slave girl, as she could not move quickly in those high heels. Her legs moved quickly but she could only take short steps. The courier had moved many slave girls about town so he knew the proper pace to take.
Danielle had been in this town for years as an Amazon, but, wearing the collar of a slave girl and being led by a leash, she soon lost track where she was. They passed down one street after another. The route avoided the town square, which would have allowed Danielle to orient herself as to where she was.
Their destination was the shipping office. All these signs about it indicated that it was brand-new. These were temporary signs indicating that, perhaps, a permanent place would be established at a later time. The courier dismounted and tied up his horse. He had to do nothing to the slave girl, as he knew that she was going nowhere.
He entered the office through the front door. Presenting Danielle’s papers, he soon made arrangements for her to travel to the Emerald City by the Twin Moons Transport Company. Nothing had to be done except verify that the item delivered was the one designated to be shipped.
One woman who worked for the company followed him outside. He removed the end of the leash from his saddle, handing it to the woman. She inspected the slave girl as though she was interested in buying. The man paid no attention as his job was done. He mounted and rode off for his next job.
“You certainly are a cute one, aren’t you?”
The woman shortened her grasp on the leash, pulling the beautiful slave girl toward her. Her left hand moved to the brunette’s right tittie so she could squeeze it a few times. Danielle did not react. She enjoyed having someone, a man or woman, playing with her body. She knew that her sexy body and beautiful face were the only reasons for her existence.
When the woman had finished, she led slave girl into the building through the slave girl’s entrance further down the side of the building. Danielle took her place in line with five other slave girls. In the next hour four more joined. Soon they had the full complement to start off. This inaugural journey of the Twin Moons Transport Company would have two wagons full of slave girls. Once the little caravan was outside the city walls, two more would join them. They knew that the slave girls with Danielle were registered in town. Nobody really cared about those outside the walls.
When it came time for wagons to leave, they stripped the slave girls down to their high-heeled sandals. They then bundled them into the back of the wagons. The little caravans started out. There were three wagons with the female driver on each. And four mounted guards, also female.
Do you see the emergence of a pattern here?
They kept the office open until the close of business in case any straggler came by. The paperwork was arranged in neat little piles. Once they had all the slave girls they could handle, they disposed of the paperwork by burning it. They insured there would be no trace of the slave girls brought to them this afternoon. The Twin Moons Transport Company existed in this town for only one day and would disappear as the slave girls did.
While Canjac could ship Danielle out of the city since he had bribed the correct officials to make her a legal slave girl. The same could not be said for Yvette and Sandy. Though they were volunteers, they were still free women within the city. If Cathy and Clara tried to turn them in as slave girls, they would be arrested for violating the many city laws regarding the unlawful enslaving of these two.
There was a simple solution to this. Yvette and Sandy would have to join the caravan outside the city gates. To accomplish that, an hour before the caravan was scheduled to make a stop outside the city’s walls, the four-left town. Yvette and Sandy carried rather large bags in which they carried the items they would need. Cathy and Clara followed along to do the actual processing.
“Are you certain you want to do this, Sandy?”
Clara could not believe that her friend was going to allow herself to be bound naked in public. She could tell that there was some hesitation on the young woman’s face but the buxom brunette had already committed herself to doing this and did want everyone to think she had chickened out.
“Yvette says it is perfectly safe.”
Yvette had come to town this way, and she had traveled around quite frequently bound as a slave girl. She expected her trouble.
The problem facing them was finding someplace where they could get undressed. All the slavers had their camp outside town. If these four women were not careful, they could end up as permanent slaves to one of the group of slavers, as has been shown before.
Yvette had scouted around the day before and found an abandoned building that may have been an inn or perhaps a waystation at some time. It was a little further from the transit pickup than she wanted, but no one was there. There was one permanent building with a small, broken down wall about it. This would allow them to undress and be bound in secret.
Once inside the building, Yvette dropped the bag on the floor.
“Well, this is it. Let us get going.”
With that she began to strip off her clothing. Sandy stared at her friend a little while before joining her. In a matter of minutes the two were stark naked. Yvette sat on the ground to fasten the high-heeled sandals to her feet. She then arose, rubbing her hands on her bare bottom to knock loose the dried grass and small twigs that had stuck to it. Sandy did the same, but she had trouble getting up.
“This gets a lot easier once you have some practice.”
Sandy glanced up at her. She intended to travel to the Emerald City, and perhaps back. That was all she planned when it came to going around in the outfit of a slave girl. She did not feel comfortable showing off her rather copious charms.
Yvette then fastened the short flared satin skirt about her hips. Sandy saw what she was doing and started to do the same. Suddenly she stopped to look up at her friend and asked, “What about panties?”
“Haven’t you heard? A slave girl wears panties only so someone can take them off her.”
Cathy and Clara started laughing. Sandy felt embarrassed. Part of it was because she had asked the question and part was because she did not we go around without the panties on. She knew just how short that skirt was, and if she had to bend over at all, anyone could see her bottom cheeks and pussy.
“If you wear panties, you are just asking for someone to remove them from you.”
By then, Yvette had already started work on the halter-top. The twin cups of satin did little more than cover the nipples.
“Will one of you help me with this?”
Sandy realized that Yvette was going to be dressed long before she was so she quickly snapped the short skirt to the hips. She then reached for her halter-top. Clara had already moved around behind her help get this little garment on. When she had it on, Clara pulled the pins from her hair to let her long dark hair fall down about her shoulders. Sandy glanced over at Yvette. The blonde was already straightening out her long hair.
“I almost forgot.”
Yvette produced two leather slave collars. She tossed one to her buxom friend, and began fastening the second about her own neck.
Sandy raised it toward her throat, but hesitated. Clara took it from her to finish the job. Pulling the leather device about her slender throat and locking it.
The two were now dressed as slave girls. If anyone came along and saw them, they would think they were nothing other than a couple of your regular slave girls.
Yvette reached into her bag to get a ballgag. Holding it with the tips of her fingers, she raised it toward her mouth. One slight shove with both fingertips caused it to pop in between her teeth. She had done this so often before that she knew how to do it with ease. She then pulled the ends of the strap behind her head. Cathy took them from her and finished the job, pulling on the working end so the rubber ball was pulled deeper within beautiful woman’s mouth. Yvette did not protest, as she knew that any type gag was a clear sign that any woman was a slave girl.
Sandy hesitated. Yvette pointed toward the bag at her feet and grunted. Sandy started to bend but hesitated again. Clara resolved the problem by reaching into the bag to find it for her. Holding it in her left hand, she placed her right against the back of the brunette’s head.
“Open wide!”
Sandy had worn a gag only a few times. After their initial adventure, when she had decided that she would do this, she had practiced the few times on her own. But still this was a frightening experience. The woman rammed the rubber ball into her mouth and then turned her by the shoulders so she faced away from her. Clara then grabbed the strap where it emerged from both sides of her mouth. Letting her fingers slide down to the end she then pulled the ends together behind Sandy’s head under her long dark hair. She found the buckle and slid the working end through. She pulled hard on it to get the rubber ball tightly in the young woman’s mouth. When she finished, Sandy could not make a sound.
When the beautiful brunette turned, she saw that Cathy had already put the handcuffs on her left wrist.
Now it was her turn. Clara squatted down to pull the steel manacles from the bag. Sandy did not have to be told what to do. She turned away from the young woman and put her hands behind her back. She jumped a little when she felt the cold metal against the flesh of her left wrist. Clara then attached the other part.
The two were now bound and gagged as slave girls. No one would come to their aid. Everyone would assume they were real slave girls.
Since they wore collars, they were real slave girls.
Cathy attached the leash to Yvette’s slave collar.
“Come on. Put a leash on her so we can get them on the transport.”
The two women trotted along behind their friends. They moved down the slight grade to the road at the bottom of the hill where the road rose toward the city gates. They stopped long before they reached the intersection as they saw the wagons for the transport company coming toward them. Cathy and Clara led the two to the side of the road to see where the wagons would stop. The wagons came to a halt about hundred meters away from the four, pulling into a flat area between two encampments.
Cathy had the paperwork that she presented to a woman who appeared to be a clerk. She paid the nominal fee with money provided by the two captives. With the discount, Yvette and Sandy would be transported to the Emerald City as slave girls.
The transaction took just a couple minutes. During that time, the two beautiful women stood tethered to rings on the side of one of the wagons. Having completed their work, Cathy and Clara started toward the city gate, but they did not leave quite yet. They stopped about fifty yards away to watch to see what would happen next.
Many other slave girls were brought forward. The discount the Twin Moons Transport Company offered was attractive. There were so many slave girls in town the price was depressed. A slaver had to find ways to sell his goods at a profit, even though his costs of acquisition were always negligible.
Finally it came time to begin moving away from the town again. They led the tall blonde toward the rear of a wagon. Before putting her inside though, they stripped off the two small garments she wore. Since she was only a slave girl, and the guards were free women, Yvette had no say in what she was to wear. Yvette thought that perhaps they thought this was a means of controlling slave girls. Who would want to escape by running around stark naked bound gagged and in high heels?
She quickly discovered that was not the reason.
They had her sit on one side of the wagon facing the other side with her legs spread apart. They next brought Sandy in the wagon and positioned her the same way. She sat on the floor facing Yvette with her legs spread so far apart they were outside the other woman’s body. One guard moved behind each slave girl on each side. They leaned forward to grab the other captive’s legs. The two guards behind Sandy grabbed Yvette’s ankles, and those behind Yvette grabbed Sandy. A nod of agreement caused all four to pull at the same time, forcing the two to slide together. Before their bodies actually touched, they placed a double dildo in Sandy’s pussy. Protruding from it were dozens of magic fingers. Yvette glanced down, instantly recognizing what the device was. She new this was going to be an enjoyable trip.
They then pushed the two closer together. When Yvette’s body was within reach, they inserted the far end into her pussy. The four guards continued to push until their crotches almost touched with only a couple centimeters of the double dildo showing. They continued to hold their legs in the air, pulling them together so were tightly pressed together from the buttock to the knee.
They then switched legs. That is, the two guards hold Yvette’s legs now took hold of Sandy’s and vice versa. They pulled them together behind the other woman’s body so the ankles crossed. While one held her feet, the other looped a cord about her crossed ankles.
Yvette felt them tying her ankles together. Feeling Sandy’s legs about her own slender waist so she knew that they were tying her the same way. They then removed the handcuffs from both at same time, pushing their bodies forward so their titties were pressed together. They then handled the captives’ arms as they hand their legs, tying them behind the back of the other. Half a meter of cord still dangled down from the knot. They looped it about the bound ankles, tying them together a second time to insure the captive could not reach the knot to untie it. With their wrists tied to their ankles, they could not pull their arms over the other woman’s head.
They guards were almost done. Before they moved to the next pair of slave girls, they pushed their heads together so that the left ring of each slave collar touched. The padlocks insured that they could not move from that position.
They left Yvette and Sandy like that – bound so that each had a tight grip on the other’s body.
When the wagon started forward, the two rocked back and forth so the magic fingers of the device rubbed against their pussies, arousing them without making them come. This was going to be an enjoyable but frustrating trip.
The three wagons followed the main road from the city. At the fork, they turned right on the road toward Emerald City. Anyone watching would suspect nothing. Half a day’s journey down the road, the wagons came to a halt. By then, the other workers from the office had caught up.
There was no trace of Twin Moons Transport Company remaining in the city.
Yvette had no idea what was going on. Perhaps this was a rest. Not for slave girls, but toward the guards and horses.
She could only sit there and wait until something happened. She heard the sounds of them pulling the gate down on the back of the wagon. She heard sounds she could not identify. All she could see was part of the side of the wagon. The position of her head and her long tresses kept her from seeing more.
When it was her turn, she felt them untying her hands and legs. At the same time they were untying Sandy’s arms and legs. As soon as they had the two untied, they locked their hands behind their backs with the steel handcuffs. They then slid them across the floor of the wagon to the open gate. With a shove, Yvette landed on her feet on the ground. A woman immediately attached the chain leash to her collar. A jerk got her walking forward. The woman walked quickly, forcing the tall blonde to move very quickly to keep up with her. Their destination was a coffle of slave girls at the edge of the road. The woman attached the end of her leash to a ring on the back of the collar of the last slave girl in the line. As soon as she was finished, she returned to the wagon to get another slave girl. As she moved toward the wagon, she passed another guard bringing Sandy toward the coffle.
Yvette stared at the back of the slave girl in line ahead of her. She started to turn, but thought better of that when she felt them attaching a leash to her collar. She knew that Sandy stood tethered behind her.
The slave girls from the two wagons were formed into two coffles. When the first was done, they led it away. Yvette and Sandy were in the second. Soon they too were walking away from the road, up into the hills.
Behind them, the women started to wagons forward, this time to much faster pace since they were empty. Before the day was over, the wagons and all trace of the transport company would disappear.
The slave girls had been rustled.
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