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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 109
Taylor found the slavers.
Or rather, the slavers found Taylor.
She continued to scream, even through the heavy bag over her head turned it into a series of inaudible moans. Hands held her arms behind her back so other hands could bind them together at the wrist. Three double loops about the wrists gave six loops to hold her hands together. Twice more between the hands and forearms cinched them so she was helpless.
The next step (surprise!) was to strip the clothing from her body.
One pair of hands held each leg near the ankle, drawing her into the air. She could not see, but that did not matter as she felt herself sailing through the air.
Two men held her over their shoulders, one the left of the one on the right, the right of the one on the left. By walking half a meter apart, they left the beautiful blonde’s legs spread far apart so anyone could see her pussy.
Their destination was several blocks from the inn where they had captured her. During the journey, no one paid them any attention. After all, there were no laws that prohibited anyone from enslaving a free woman. These laws existed only in towns that means of enforcing them. The prevailing thought was one of rationalization. If a woman was dumb enough to be captured, she deserved a slave collar. As a matter of courtesy, they did not enslave women in the town. Only the women travelers who had the misfortune of wandering away from a source of protection were enslaved.
Loretta waited for them in the warehouse they had rented. She already had the pole mounted on the stand on the floor, the dildo rising from the top. As they let her down on the floor, the woman stepped forward to grab the blonde by the hair. She pulled, drawing Taylor closer to her and upright.
The men lowered the captive toward the floor. As her feet came closer to the ground, the tip of the dildo entered her pussy. When Taylor stood on her tiptoes, the dildo was firmly inside her so she could not flee.
“Get the device ready,” she ordered as she slowly moved about the captive. This blonde was not part of their plan, but she was simply too luscious to pass up. She put her left hand on Taylor’s bottom, smiling at the touch of her soft flesh.
Taylor tried not to struggle despite the cords knotted tightly about her wrists. She wanted to, but chose not to. The more she struggled the more aroused she came from the dildo between her legs. Her legs were mobile while the dildo was not. Struggling had the same effect as waggling the shaft in her pussy.
She looked up when she heard footsteps coming. She did not recognize the woman and did not look at her. What she looked at instead was the switch in the woman’s hand. She had felt it before on two or three occasions when they first kidnapped her.
“And how are you feeling today?” she asked solicitously as she let the switch rub up and down the blonde’s left hip.
Loretta had no intention of beating her again. Not at this time. She had other plans for forcing the blonde to submit.
She tucked the switch into her belt to free her hands.
The fingers of her hands played with Taylor’s nipples that were already hard from having the dildo wedged inside her.
At first Loretta was content to pinch and pull. The nipples were hard already.
The older woman’s attention had been directed toward one nipple, then the other. She raised her gaze when she was ready to move to the next phase of the torment.
Slowly she lowered her face so she could lick the left nipple. She licked up and down for almost a minute. She raised her head again to get a look at the blonde. She smiled before lowering her face toward the other nipple.
This time she licked it only a few seconds. She gripped it between her teeth, biting down with little pressure at first. She gradually increased the pressure. She knew when she had achieved her goal when she heard blonde moan through her gag.
She released the pressure so she could lick it again.
She raised her head so look Taylor in the eye. The blonde had nothing but fear in her eyes. Loretta opened her mouth and extended her tongue. She wiggled it up and down to get the captive’s attention.
Slowly she lowered her head. This time she did not lick. Instead she bit it again. Leaning back, she pulled the nipple toward her. To keep it from slipping loose, she had to bite down harder.
The sounds the two men made setting up the device distracted her. She looked at them, then over at the blonde. Her tongue rubbed across her lower lip.
It was time to turn her torment up a notch.
She reached for the switch she usually had tucked in her belt but found it missing. Fortunately, being in the business she was in, there were many lying about. She quickly grabbed one.
“Now, I want you to fuck yourself. Up-and-down. Up-and-down.”
Taylor did not respond at first. Loretta resolved that problem by using the switch on her bottom.
Crack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
She waited a few seconds. When the blonde did not move, she swung again.
Crack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Taylor sobbed through ballgag.
Crack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
She lowered her body once, then straightened her legs to pull the dildo out most of the way.
Crack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
This time she impaled herself several times. She slowed up after a few seconds.
Crack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Taylor drove the dildo in and out rapidly.
“The next time you stop, I’m going to whack you right here.”
She tapped the blonde over the titties.
Taylor took the threat seriously (as well she should). She continued to drive the dildo in and other of her pussy until the men were done.
The device was a wheel suspended from a center axle. Four chains hung down from it. They brought out the three they had enslaved earlier. A leather strap encircled the strap of each. They attached the end of a chain to a ring on the strap.
That left the fourth chain for Taylor. Loretta backed up as the two approached. They lifted the luscious blonde in the air so get her off the dildo. The many orgasms had left the captive too exhausted to resist as they dragged her to the fourth chain. There was no leather strap for her. Instead, they drew her hands in the air. The end of the chain was passed between her arms, the end hooked to a link. Taylor had to remain bent over.
Still holding the switch, Loretta moved toward the three slave girls.
“Move.”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The three started walking. The wheel revolved about the axle. Taylor had no choice but to walk forward. The other three could walk upright, but the position of Taylor’s bondage forced her to walk bent over.
Loretta let them make two circuits before she decided they needed to move faster.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
This forced Taylor to trot faster.
The men were not idle. After the novelty of watching Taylor’s dangling titties wobble as she ran wore off, they selected paddles. As the blonde trotted past, they pounded her bottom.
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
They all joined in. As the beautiful blonde trotted past, they whacked her on the bottom. When they brought the circle to a halt, Taylor was all too happy to accept a collar.
They had to move quickly after that. Turning her into a slave girl had been a spur of the moment operation, brought about by the woman’s almost unbelievable willingness to be bound and gagged. They recognized Taylor as an agent of the guild. They knew the guild would have people after them soon (though they were unaware that Taylor was part of a team). They wanted to be far from town when they arrived.
They had stumbled across Taylor because she was staying at the same inn as they. It was almost dawn when they return to get their possessions.
Moving a slave girl from point A to point B was relatively costly and required some effort. If they could sell a slave girl where they enslaved her, it would be so much better. Since Taylor was not a native of Carston, no one would have any qualms about buying her. The other three might prove to be more of a problem but they doubted anyone would look closely, and even if they did, the three were so luscious, it was doubtful anyone would care.
They put their four little captives on display. As the newest slave girl, they had her at the end of the coffle. She stared down at her naked boobs without paying attention to what they did to the other three slave girls.
Then it was her turn. She was afraid they were going to spank her again, but that was not their intent.
Their intent was much worse.
They freed her hands from the shackles, but immediately secured them in another metal device. The first piece was steel, ten centimeters wide and half a meter long. They held it against the swell of her buttocks so her wrists rested in the arches at the ends. Another piece, identical to the first, went on top, imprisoning her wrists in bands of steel.
They dragged her to the wall where they had her lie on her back, her feet toward the street. A third piece of steel went behind her head. Her neck fitted in a curve in the center. On the ends there were another pair of grooves, about the same size ad the one in the center, but in the other direction.
They laid the beautiful blonde on her back on the floor with her legs stretched out before her. One man knelt on each side her. Taylor looked from one to the other as she tried to discern what they intended to do to her.
Each man put a hand under a knee and pulled up and back, drawing her leg back toward her head.
“Ooofffffff!”
The position was uncomfortable, but it was about to get a lot worse. The men switched to two hands to push down, driving her knee back to her shoulder. They moved forward, placing a knee on the back of her thigh to pin her leg in that position. This freed both hands to pull up on the metal brace behind her neck. Her head came up with the metal. They pulled up on the metal as they pushed down on her leg. Pulling her foot outwards and then back in, they hooked her thigh in that groove.
They could let go then as there was no way the captive could move from that position. Her pussy was held up, exposed for all to see, and her head was pushed forward so she had to look forward. In this position, she could see people studying her pussy.
As one last insult, they clamped a little tag to her left pussy lip that read: “For Sale.”
As they wandered off, Taylor tried to get free, but they had her body under such tension that she could not move it.
Well, she had found the slavers. Now she found her team.
They came by, glancing down at the exposed pussies without recognizing her. She was just another slave girl with another available cunt.
She still lay there when Canjac emerged a few minutes later. He was anxious to get home to see how Peggy’s training was going.
They had boarded the captives in a stable for slave girls. Since there were no laws about enslaving women in this town, they did not care that they did not wear collars.
As he approached, Canjac saw Jan there also. He reached for money to pay her for her services.
“Can I take goods instead of money?”
Canjac knew instantly what she was talking about.
“Which one?”
“The big-chested brunette.”
As she said that, she gestured toward the door to the stable. They were just starting to bring the captives out.
“Sure,” he said with a shrug.
“Will you take her to town for me?”
“Not a problem. Do you want me to collar her for you?”
“No. I can handle it before we leave.”
“I’m in something of a hurry…”
“This won’t take long. Just drag her over here.”
Following the blonde’s instructions, they tied Leah’s ankles to the vertical supports of a hitching post. This kept her legs spread. The blonde stood on the other side of the hitching post facing her. She grabbed the captive by the nipples and pulled. Leah tried to elude her grasp but could not.
When she had the woman bent forward, Jan suddenly grabbed her by the head to force it toward the ground. She moved forward so she straddled the woman’s neck with her legs. This forced Leah’s face down near the ground. As Jan moved forward millimeter by millimeter, she drove the buxom brunette’s head closer to the ground until her upper body was almost perpendicular.
The blonde mistress said nothing to the captive as she pulled a small item from a pouch on her belt. She held it up for all to see. It was a butt plug, maybe four centimeters in diameter and perhaps six long. Near the middle the shaft narrowed.
Jan plunged it into the captive’s asshole before she could tighten her sphincter muscle. The plug was large while her asshole was small so she had to twist it back and forth to get it in. The captive thrashed about as best she could, but the mistress had her bound so she could not resist. Millimeter by millimeter the dildo went in.
The outer edge of the plug was flat on two sides to make it easier for her to twist it.
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
No, Leah did not like this at all but she had to learn her new position in life and Jan had an effective way of doing it. Once she was certain the plug was seated properly within Leah’s ass, she back off, allowing the captive to straighten up.
“Gingerroot. I carved it this morning. In just a few minutes, she will be begging to be a slave girl.”
As Canjac motioned his men to load the naked captives in the back of the wagons, Leah wiggled her butt. The gingerroot began to burn.
A few blocks away, the men were releasing their four captives from their severe bondage. There had been several people interested in the naked slave girls, but no one made a bid. They had a buyer in Rivertown. All they had to do was move their goods to the buyer.
They allowed the slave girls to move about to try to get circulation going in their legs.
Canjac watched as the blonde mistress’s submission technique took effect. Leah shook her body to try to expel the plug. Jan had carved it in a shape that it would not come out easily. (She would have trouble pulling it out once she was ready.)
Jan knelt to remove the cuffs from about her captive’s ankles. The buxom beauty could flee if she wanted to, but there was nowhere to run to. She bounced up and down to try to ease the pain the gingerroot was caused in her asshole.
All was for naught.
Fifteen minutes after Jan inserted the plug, Leah was on her knees begging for a slave collar. Jan was all too happy to accommodate her.
When Leah had earned her collar by servicing Jan and all the men with her mouth and tongue. She also received a fair number of swats on the fanny.
She was ready for them to take the plug from her ass.
While she had been sucking cock, Jan had given the men instructions on what to do with the buxom captive. They pulled her to her feet to drag her to the back of the second wagon. They raised her into the air so they could deposit her unceremoniously on her bottom on the bed of the wagon. Burning pain shot through her ass. The men pulled her legs apart to bind them to the sides of the wagon near the last captive on each side. They next tied a rope between the front ring on her collar and the tailgate so her upper body had to remain upright.
“By the time we arrive at the city, she will be ready to do anything.”
The wagon bounced on the uneven surface of the road, rubbing the plug up and down in her ass. Leah wailed through her ballgag, but there was nothing she could do.
So we have the wagon with Taylor leaving town in one direction, passing Canjac’s two wagons going in the other.
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