Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

Chapter 103

Peggy arrived at Canjac’s compound early in the morning; so early that the city gates were not yet open.  That was the only reason she found him still there.  Peggy arrived early as she was between jobs.  She had a hard time holding one down, as she preferred to being tied up than doing some clerical job.

As we will see, she needs a job that would tie the two together (pun intended) without giving her into trouble.  That was easier said than done.

When Peggy showed up, Canjac’s men  ignored her as she wandered through the compound.  They called her “the boss’s girl.”

Canjac left standing instructions what they were to do if she showed up.  After all, he was a busy man. He could not spend all his time tying and untying just one woman, even if she was “the boss’s girl.”

When he noticed her, one man gestured toward one of the training rooms.  Peggy walked in and immediately removed her clothes.  By the time the man entered, she was stark naked.  She carried a large purse that had all her essentials. 

First, she put on the high heels with the fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels.  At a distance, they alone gave her the look of a slave girl.  You would not even look for a collar.

The other item erased all doubt about her alleged status in society.  She walked toward the man, then knelt before him.  Pulling the pins from her hair, she let it fall down.  Shaking her head to and fro allowed the long dark tresses to hang loosely.  Then under her hair, she slid the black leather slave collar.  Pulling it together she buckled it tight.

She did not lock it, but she did not have to.  If she were bound (as she knew she would be), there was no way she could remove it on her own.  Of course, there was nothing to stop someone else from applying a padlock.  Sometimes, when they played their games, Canjac would put her in a regular slave collar.  At that point, she was totally his mercy to be released.  She knew that he could keep her as a slave girl if he wanted to.

She always found that sexually arousing. 

The man moved around behind her.  As he did so, the buxom brunette leaned forward, pressing her titties against her knees.  At the same time, she put her arms behind her back to make it easier for him to make her helpless.  In a matter of seconds he had her helpless.

He moved back around before her.  From his belt he pulled one of the usual leases that Canjac’s men carried with them at all times.  He grabbed her by the hair and pulled it.  Since his intent was not to hurt her, he did not pull hard.  As soon as the captive felt him grab her hair, she started to raise her head to make it easier for him to attach the end of the leash to her collar.  Once he had the leash attached, he gave the leash to the jerk up, telling her to come to her feet.  She did this with remarkable ease.  After all, she had spent many hours bound as a slave girl.

He led her toward the door, but stopped short of it, attaching his end of the leash to the ring on the wall.  Once he had her tethered so he was certain she would not wander off, he crossed the room to a cabinet to get her a gag.

Canjac left orders for them to treat her as they would any other slave girl.  The man tethered her, not out of fear that she would run off, but as a treat for her.  Everyone knew that the tall brunette enjoyed life more when she was helpless.

The cabinet held a large assortment of gags, but only one would suit Peggy.  That was the dildo gag.

She sucked on the shaft in her mouth as he fastened the ends of the strap behind her head, taking care to keep her hair free.

This was almost as good as being a real slave girl.

The man left the room to get the next item he needed.  He left the door open so anyone walking by could see Peggy in the room.  Since she was dressed as a slave girl and had the black leather slave collar about her neck, they would automatically think she was the real slave girl.

This was exactly what she wanted.

The man returned in five minutes with the black leather discipline helmet.

Peggy held her head rigid, staring straight ahead as the man putting over her head.  To get it on properly, he had to gather her long dark hair together in his right hand.  He then used his left hand to pull the left flap behind her head.  Her hair then dangled down from it in the ponytail.  With the last flap holding her hair up, he had no trouble pulling the right flap over so it passed over the left flap.  The two pieces were held together by a strap and buckle.

There were other straps and buckles, devices that were used to hold the leather bondage device to the captive’s head.  The constriction of the leather discipline helmet about her head pressed leather pads against her ears so she could hear nothing.  He already had her gagged so she could say nothing.  The leather helmet over her head  kept her from seeing anything.

She had reached a new level of helplessness.

The man finished her bondage by attaching a padlock to the back of the helmet.  Peggy knew it was there are even though she could not hear him locking.  She knew that the helmet could only come off if the lock was removed, and there was no telling who had the key.

She could not beg for anyone to remove the helmet.  She could not even tell if someone was there to do it.  Her bondage had her isolated from the world.

She sucked hard on the dildo in her mouth, wishing there was another in her pussy.

The man led her away.  Peggy had no idea where they were going but that really does not matter to our story.  When they reached their destination, man grabbed her by the shoulders to turn her in the correct direction.  He tapped her on the inside of each knee to get her to spread her legs apart.  He then secured her in that position with leather cuffs that were connected to rings in the floor by short chains.  She could not pull her legs together.  The man then removed her handcuffs.  Peggy immediately put her arms in front of her because she knew what this bondage position was.

The man helped her bend forward so her arms were on the wall.  A chain ran across the wall, fastened to it by a ring on either side.  A pair of handcuffs were attached to it every couple of meters.  Once he had the cuffs about her wrists, he had her chained to the wall. 

The man walked around behind her.  The position was perfect.  Naked as she was, bent over as she was, Peggy offered her pussy to any man who stood behind her.  A low rail, only half a meter high, ran parallel to the wall just in front of her feet.  It kept her from bending her knees.

With the discipline helmet on, she could not tell if she was inside the building or outside.  Sometimes Canjac would have her own out on the main street, where everyone going by would have an opportunity to use her.  Oftentimes people did.  Sometimes he had her assume this position inside the building.  She would not know where she was.

Canjac was making plans to move out when the man brought him word that she had arrived.

He grinned.  He had plans for her but he was not going to tell them what they were.  He knew Peggy would not object.  He went into his office to write down the instructions.  He gave them to that man who passed them on to the ones who would execute them.  Another would pass on instructions to another.  But all that in good time.

When he moved to the high bay area, Canjac found six men waiting already.  They were among his most experienced.  They knew how to turn a free woman into a helpless captive in seconds.  He had often contemplated turning them loose on the Amazons.  That would be improper in town, but what he planned was outside the city’s walls.

“What about wagons?  We may have some merchandise we want to bring back.”

They drew chuckles from the men.  They knew what he was talking about.

“There are several dozen down in our compound outside the walls.  We could have a couple wagons follow us to speed things up.  We will not need them until we are ready to return.”

“What about the other person?”

“She will be there.”

Canjac and his six man started out on horseback.  They reached the city gates about the same time the guards were opening them.  They were the first through.  He led them down the hill toward his compound where he still had several dozen slave girls that he had not brought into the city yet.  The market was still depressed, and he did not want to make it worse.

Four more men waited with pack animals (the four-footed kind).  He dismounted to give a few instructions.  As he mounted, men were already moving toward a storage shed to get the wagons ready.

These were not your typical drayage wagons.  These were used to transport slave girls.

As he turned his horse toward the road, a solitary rider emerged from between a couple tents.  One look was enough to tell anyone the rider was a woman, a tall woman.  Though she was dressed as a whipmistress, she did not wear the black leather of an Amazon.

“This is Jan Hansen.  She agreed to help us out for a silver talen.”

They made their acquaintances.  They all were there and they all were ready to go.

“Let’s ride!”

       Shortly after Canjac left his compound in the town, the instructions he left behind were executed.   The man made certain he had all be equipment ready before going to get Peggy.

       Once inside the building, the discipline helmet came off, but he had a slave girl immediately replace it with a leather blindfold.  One black leather pad covered each eye.  The strap about her head held the pads tightly against her face so no light could get through to her eyes.

The first item for Peggy was a pair of bright crimson latex panties. These were small and delicate so it took two French Maids to get them on her. They had to work carefully to keep from damaging them.

The panties were briefs, but that is not a fair description of them. In front, a triangular hole allowed anyone to see her pubic hair. A similar pair of holes in back allowed the roundest part of her fanny to stick out. The pristine whiteness of her bottomcheeks provided a startling contrast with the dark hue of the panties. The tight panties forced her bottom cheeks to bulge through the holes.

The next item was a black leather corset. One French Maid held it in place while another laced it up the front.  To someone with Peggy’s experience being bound, wearing the corset was not a problem, but it did force her to take deep breaths.  Her more-than-ample titties heaved up and down.

Two more French Maids worked on the captive s arms. A leather fingerless glove was laced over each arm, from the fingertips to the upper arm. The lacings had to be loosened for the gloves to come off, and without the use of her fingers, there was no way the wearer could do that.

They pulled her arms behind her back. A leather cuff about each wrist was linked to the corset by a short chain. While she could move her arms about a little, she had no means of freeing herself, or using her hands or arms to protect her body.

The new gag was a bit gag with a harness. Peggy explored the steel bit in her mouth with her tongue. The gag was no more than a centimeter in diameter. She quickly concluded that wearing it was much more comfortable than having that rubber ball rammed into her mouth.

Once they had the leather strap buckled behind her head, one French Maid looked at the man for permission to continue. He ordered her to remove the blindfold with a wave of her hand.

Peggy blinked several times as her eyes became used to the light.

The French Maids were still at work fastening more straps about the captive's head. This was no mere bit gag; it was a harness bit gag.

Peggy glanced to one side, then the other but could see nothing because of protruding leather pieces. Several straps went about her head; some held the bit gag in her mouth. Others held the blinders in place. A chinstrap kept her from opening her mouth.        
One French Maid bunched Peggy s long hair together with both hands. Another threaded her tresses through a small loop of leather at the back of the harness.

"Why are they forming my hair into a ponytail?" the luscious captive wondered. "Having long, flowing hair is much more beautiful on a slave girl. There isn't much point to a ponytail unless..."

"Nnnnnnnnggggghhhhh!!!" 

We have heard this cry before from Nancy when Canjac was dressing her as a pony girl.  For Nancy it had been a wail of complaint.  In this case, Peggy’s cry was one was delight.

The man had moved out of sight to her right to get out of the way so the French Maids could finish their job.

Finished dressing and binding her, they forced the beautiful captive to her knees.

The man moved in front of her to inspect the work the slave girls had done. Peggy’s face was level with his crotch.

"On your feet, Slave Girl."

The French Maids helped her rise. She stared straight ahead as they fastened the belled cuffs to her ankles. Not only would be she publicly embarrassed by what he was about to do to her; the ringing bells would draw attention to her.

"Harness her up."

Motion over her head drew her gaze up. The bar descended before her, coming to a halt at waist-level. A French Maid pushed the bar back so it touched the corset at her waist. On each side of the corset near her hipbones were small metal rings. Two padlocks, one on the right and the other on the left, kept the crossbar fastened in place.

The French Maid trotted to the man. Kneeling before her master, she offered him the keys, hoping that he would reward her submissive behavior. Already Peggy envied her. After tucking the keys in a pocket, he secured the slave girl's hands behind her back with handcuffs. She scurried across the room to be tethered until needed again.

Another slave girl attached the ends of the reins to rings on the bit gag where it stuck out of each side of her mouth. She pulled the far end of the leather strap over Peggy's head. The captive could not see what her sister slave did with it, but when she passed in front of her, she no longer had it.

The slave girl had locked her to a sulky. Anywhere she went, she would have to drag that device with her. Canjac’s orders were to turn her into a ponygirl. Canjac was indulging her in her fantasy.  She wanted to be treated as though she was only a slave girl, totally dependent upon her master. She could do nothing but obey.

Her master went first to the seat to retrieve the whip. This discipline device was not particularly formidable. Most of its length was the handle with a short piece of rawhide on the end. The man carried it around in front of the pony girl where he flicked it a couple times so Peggy would know what could happen to her if she did not obey.

Crack! Crack!

As he said that, he caressed her right nipple with his left hand. The right snapped the whip once again. He did not have to speak the threat. If she behaved, he would reward her with pleasure. If she disobeyed, she would feel the whip.

Crack!

While it might appear he threatened to use the whip on her titties, she knew the real threat was to her bottom. Her bottom cheeks protruded through a pair of holes in the crimson latex panties. The panties served no purpose other than to make her bottom cheeks targets for her master to aim for.

"Well? Shall we get started?"

Once on the seat, he released the brake. He flicked the reins with his left hand, not expecting Peggy to respond. No pony girl ever did the first time. She needed encouragement.

The length of the handle allowed the user to poke the pony girl in the bottom if he wished. Instead, The man flicked it with his right hand.

Crack! Crack! One blow to each target.

A red mark appeared on each protruding bottom cheek where the blows had landed.

He flicked the reins again.

Crack! Crack! 

Peggy realized her resistance gained her nothing. Secured as she was to the sulky, she could not swing her rear end about at all. Whatever place on her body he aimed for, he could hit, and there was nothing she could do about it. The pain was not great, but she realized he could keep it up indefinitely. He would continue to flick the end of the whip against her bottom as long as she stood there.

She felt him pull on the right rein.

"Veer to the right. You have to give yourself room to turn. You don't want to try backing up until you have some experience."

That appeared to be a reasonable order. Changing her direction to the right took her toward the door. A few meters short of it, she felt him pulled hard on the left rein. The tall brunette responded by turning in the direction. By moving first to the right, she had  room to turn.

She hesitated for a second.

Crack! Crack!

She continued forward. At the far end of the loading area, he directed her to turn. This time he said nothing. He gave all his instructions to her using the reins. A pull on the right rein brought her closer to the door. A pull on the left caused her to make a large circle about the room.

Canjac’s instructions were very explicit.  Usually, new ponygirls made a few laps before being allowed to stop to rest.  Canjac knew the brunette well.  He knew how fit she was.  He ordered her to make twenty-five laps to start out.  Once she got used to pulling the sulky, they increased it to fifty in increments of five laps.

As used as she was to bondage, she had no trouble becoming used to being a ponygirl.