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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 105
Loretta’s Cards and Souvenirs lay on the edge of town, far from the business district of Carston. Many wondered how the little shop remains open. It was a mile from the business district, and rather out of the way. People going to Rivertown passed by, but few others would have reason to be in that area.
The shop was not on the road, but was about twenty meters back. Indeed, when she rented it, the building was a dilapidated house. She put in a few repairs, slopped some paint on the outside, and hung a sign overhead.
This was the second time she had opened a store in Carston, and it would be the last. She had used this ploy before and she knew she had worn out her welcome.
Prior to opening the store, she needed staff, of course. The first she picked was Mallory Anderson. What a beautiful girl! Long flowing light brown hair, big brown eyes, and a pair of the cutest dimples you have ever seen!
The second hired was Kara Smith. While Mallory was average height, she towered over Kara. Being vertically challenged made the shorthaired brunette’s bosom appear ever so much larger.
The third was Caitlin Masers. Caitlin was a blonde. Again, only of average height, slender but beautiful nonetheless. Her flowing locks came to her shoulders.
“We open in two days so I want to have a dress rehearsal tomorrow night. We will do everything just as we will when we are open. And be sure to wear something nice, you know, a dress.”
They all arrived in the later afternoon for the rehearsal. They all puttered about. Loretta gave one pointless order after another. Finally Kara, the boldest of the trio, spoke up.
“Loretta calm down. Everything will be fine.”
“It’s just that this is my second try to start and business and this time I want to it succeed.”
“Don’t worry it will.”
As the shadows began to lengthen, Mallory stepped outside for a smoke. She leaned against the building as she puffed away. She had never noticed before how remote this location was. There were only trees behind the building and some bushes to the right. This location really was secluded. “Maybe her problem is location,” the beautiful brunette theorized as she tried to blow a smoke ring.
It was then that she noticed the three metal posts rising from the ground. “I wonder what they are for?” she asked aloud. The ground about the base of each had been disturbed recently so they were new additions.
She held her cigarette sideways to judge its length. It had maybe two more good puffs before she had to discard the butt. There would be plenty of time for her to investigate before she tossed the butt down. She took one puff as she stepped forward.
Each post rose half a meter above the ground. When she looked down, she saw the inside was hollow, with a thread cut in the metal. While she took a last drag on the cigarette, she touched the metal threads with her left hand.
“I wonder what they are for?”
Turning, she looked at the back of the building. Not only was there a row of bushes to the left, there were several large ones next to the building, blocking her view of the road immediately in front of the building. If a person was behind the building, it was impossible to see them from the road.
“This place really is isolated.”
When she reentered, she found Kara and Caitlin laughing at a card.
“This one is cute. You fill in your friend’s name so it looks like she is a slave girl.” Mallory read the card and joined in their laughter. In the far corner of the room, Loretta merely smiled, turning away so they would not notice her smile of satisfaction.
“Why don’t we open a few more boxes and put out some more knickknacks?” Loretta asked. By the time they finished, it was dark.
“Mallory, why don’t you take these empty boxes out back? Then we will close up.”
They broke down the four boxes to make it easy to carry. Once the fourth was on top, Mallory scooped them up in both arms. Kara held the door opened for her.
The dumpster was twenty steps away, twenty steps through Stygian darkness. She made it half way there before the arms grabbed her, pinning her arms to her sides. Hands landed on her titties.
Her reaction was normal. She opened her mouth to scream. At this point, another pair of hands appeared. One grabbed her by the chin, an unnecessary action but one that aided the other. That second hand rammed an Acme Model 323Z gag into her mouth.
The 323Z was state-of-the-art. Folded over, it slid easily into the mouth. Once the hand let go, it tries to open, filling the mouth of the victim. A hearty scream turned into a muffled, “Mmmmmgggggttttt!”
To insure that the 323Z remained in her mouth, those hands pressed a piece of duct tape across those ruby lips. Okay, two more went on for extra protection. They were not going to allow her to scream.
She had lost the ability to hit as soon as the first arms grabbed her. She lost the ability to scream when the 323Z entered mouth. All she could do was kick, and even the ability to do that was taken away as the first set of arms forced her to her knees.
The second set of hands next applied a satin slave hood to her head. This bondage device was double thick so that in the brightest light the wearer would not be able to see anything. The hands pulled it down over her head while she was till distracted trying to get the gag out of her mouth. It took only seconds to pull the open end down to her chin so she had no chance to react. Sure she shook her head back and forth, but it did no good. The hands pulled the drawstring tight and tied a neat bow.
The second set of hands then drew Mallory’s arms in the air, forcing her head down. That was not the reason they did it, but having her face at a man’s feet was a good point in which to begin her career as a slave girl. The second set of hands, actually, the second set of feet, pinned the brunette’s head between the ankles. This distracted her again was their true intent. The slave shackles were on her wrists before she knew it.
A second set of hands held her hands in the air, while the first set retrieved a pair of high-heeled sandals. There was nothing like tottering about on fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels to make a woman helpless. Quickly those hands strapped them to her feet. Sure, she could have removed them if she had the use of her hands (and could see where the buckles were), but she did not have the use of her hands.
The first set of hands them took hers while the second set pulled out a disrobing knife. A few slashes here and there caused the tattered dress to fall to the ground. Her panties and bra quickly jointed it.
At this point they pulled her to her feet. Unused to those high heels and not able to see what was going on about her, she did not other than run a few steps. The first set of hands grabbed her about the waist to lift her up. The second set grabbed her by the knees, but slid down to her ankles.
Remember those three poles in the ground that Mallory had noticed earlier? Each now had a long, large dildo screwed into the top. The hands positioned the beautiful captive over the pole on the left. Gently, they lowered her body so the dildo entered her cunt.
Mallory’s first reaction was shock. For almost a minute she remained there without moving. Her next action was predictable. She tried to climb off it, but the smooth sides of the pole provided no traction for those high heels. She squirmed about and did nothing more than begin to arouse herself.
“Why don’t you see if Mallory needs some help?” Loretta asked Kara. The second young woman walked outside and into the arms of the man waiting for her. In a minute they had her impaled on a pole beside Mallory.
“What is taking them so long? Maybe we both had better check it out.”
Caitlin followed the older woman through the back door. The result was a third naked woman standing with a pole in her cunt.
“Strap their legs so they can’t kick,” Loretta ordered, something that she did not have to say. The men knew their job. They knew had to render the most recalcitrant female so she could not resist.
The key was surprise. Though the three heard what Loretta said, not one of them expected the next action. A leather strap about the lower thighs kept the legs largely immobile. Sure, they could kick a little, but even if they landed a lucky blow, it would not hurt.
A firm grasp of the left ankle kept the leg from moving at all. The steel cuff slipped around her leg immediately above the ankle. The man needed only one hand to squeeze it shut. The clicks told everyone it locked as the circle of steel grew smaller.
The man shifted a few centimeters to the right so he could grab her right ankle. She tried to stop him, but resistance was something she could not do. The other steel cuff went about her right leg at the ankle. Since the connecting chain was only ten centimeters long, she could hardly move at all.
Naked and hooded, it was almost impossible to distinguish among the three. The first chosen was Mallory. The man who had fastened the manacles about her ankles moved around before her. Grabbing her by the waist, he lifted her off the pole. He had to raise her only ten centimeters, and when he set her down, he adjusted her grip so he could turn her upside down.
Loretta held the first of three hard rubber dildos. They were sold as “punishment” dildos and that certainly was what they could do. It was a half a meter long with a handle on the end. It was five centimeters in diameter with a series of half-centimeter spikes on it.
He rested Mallory’s head on the ground, between his feet while Loretta inserted the dildo in her ass. While it was possible, with sufficient lubrication, to push it in, it was not designed for someone to insert it that way. Loretta used the handle to twist it back and forth as she shoved.
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
The man spun the naked captive about again so her feet rested on the ground.
Loretta grabbed the helpless captive by her chin.
“If you make one sound, or try to resist at all, I’m going to twist that in all the way. Do you understand?”
As soon as the beautiful brunette nodded, the older woman pulled the satin slave hood down over Mallory’s head again. It really did not matter whether the young woman resisted or not. Her fate was already decided. The only problem the slavers faced was how much resistance she, and her two friends would make. Not that it mattered at all, but if they remained passive, the task of turning them into slave girls would be so much simpler.
He turned her about so he could lift her over his right shoulder. With the handle of the dildo protruding from her bare bottom a few centimeters from his face, he carried her to the wagon they had hidden in the bushes along the road. They could not be seen from the road, even in daylight, but hooded as she was; the beautiful captive had no way of knowing that. He set her down next to the wagon facing away from the road.
Placing his left hand on her head, he forced her to bend over, and remain in that position. His right hand was free to pull the dildo out a centimeter or two. He twisted it as he inserted it.
“Stay bent over like this so everyone passing by can see that thing stuck up your ass.”
He had to utter no threats, as she knew what would happen to her if she did not obey. She remained bent over as she heard him walk away from her.
She was alone for less than five minutes as the second man return with Kara. Mallory heard him make the same threat to her.
About seven or eight minutes later, the first man return with Caitlin. This time there were no threats. They were about to move off.
The beautiful blonde heard the sound of a chain rattling. From the solid “clunk,” she guessed it was heavy. She felt the man fasten something about her neck. While not really a posture collar, it was about eight centimeters high. This forced her to hold her head steady. From the weight dragging her head down, she correctly guessed that one end of the chain was attached to it.
Mallory and Kara took their places beside her. These left the three young beautiful tethered to the back of the wagon. The wagon was there for the slavers to use. The captives could walk.
“One last little thing…” Loretta said with a giggle as she opened a gunnysack lying on the bed of the wagon. Inside were three large bells. She attached one to the handle of each dildo.
She did Mallory first and as she moved on to Kara, a man removed the shackles from between her ankles.
“I want to hear those bells clanging while you walk. We want everyone to see how ridiculous you look.”
All three whimpered through their gags, wanting their captors to release them.
Had they been alone, each of the three secretly would have contemplated giving each an opportunity to regain her freedom. Let her use her cunt and mouth to try to get loose. It would be interesting to see just how far they would go to avoid becoming a slave girl.
They could try, but it would not gain them their freedom. They were bound and gagged. It would be a waste to let such sensual beauty go free.
The wagon moved slowly which was fortunate, as the three could not walk quickly. They wren unused to the high heels, that was bad enough, but on top that, they had those large dildos rammed up their asses and they were hooded. They had to work bowlegged, taking short steps as they threw their weight from one side to the other.
The bells clanged almost continuously as they trotted along.
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