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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 112
One of the most devious discipline and training devices used on a slave girl was the inflatable gag. The bondage device appeared innocuous to someone who did not have to wear it. Many women accepted the inflatable gag thinking it was better than a ballgag. When inflated, it forced the jaws open, filling the mouth and silencing the captive so she could not utter a sound. The devious part was that the pain grew with each passing second.
Yes, slip such a gag in the mouth of a young woman, inflate it to the maximum and wait half an hour. She would be more than willing to accept a slave collar if that would cause them to remove that odious gag from her mouth.
Part of Robyn’s training at Oral U. involved an inflatable gag. The dildo-shaped balloon would force her jaws apart. Bound as she was, she could do nothing to remove the gag on her own. They knew how much she could take – and gave her about five minutes more. Each day they added a minute or more to the length of time they kept it in her mouth.
As she neared the end of her training, she could take the inflatable gag for two hours without a whimper. Because of her training, she could suck cock for hours without getting tired.
They removed the inflatable gag, but immediately replaced it with a conventional dildo gag. The second it was in her mouth, the beautiful slave girl sucked it. She did not have to think about it, as it was now an automatic reflex.
They led her toward a door at the end of the hall. Before opening it, they secured a leather blindfold over her eyes. Two foam-line leather pads covered her eyes. The strap about her head pressed the pads against her eyes, the foam conforming to the controls of her face so no light at all could get through to her eyes.
The room beyond the door was one of the public training rooms. The beautiful slave girl had no need to know what it was, hence the blindfold.
Once inside the room, the man holding her leash jerked down once. Robyn quickly fell to her knees. The man moved around behind her. Without any warning, he placed his right foot against her upper back to push her forward. She fell on her front with a muffled “Oomph!”
He changed her bondage into that of a regular hogtie. He looped a room several times about her chest above her large titties. After four loops, he tied a secure knot.
He then bound her hands together palm-to-palm. A second rope went about her upper arms near the elbow, drawing them together so they touched. This was an awkward position but, as with the inflatable gag, Robyn had gotten use to it. (She also knew there were much worse positions in which to be bound.)
Another rope tied her ankles together and a fifth her lower thighs at the knee. He threaded a last rope under those loops about her chest. One end went between her calves. As he pulled on the ends, he drew her feet toward her head. When he tied the ends together, he had the naked slave girl bound in a hogtie position from which there was no escape.
He rolled her on her back. With her legs underneath her, this was an unwieldy position (like he cared!). A leather strap with a large metal ring went about her upper chest and a second about her slender waist.
He then lowered a chain from an overhead pulley. A short chain ran from the ring near her boobs to a ring on the end of the chain. An even shorter chain ran from between the other ring and the chain.
When he shortened the chain, drawing it through the pulley, he pulled Robyn’s luscious body in the air. The length of the chains was such that her head was several centimeters lower than her bottom. The chains were the proper length that they held her head level with a man’s groin.
The “public room” was such that the public could come in and help with the training of slave girls. It was an easy task to loosen the strap holding the dildo in the slave girl’s mouth, and then insert the real thing.
Robyn loved it. Her training had been perfect.
Time came for the final exam. Yes, it was an oral exam.
They gave the beautiful slave girl little time between men. She received high marks in her enthusiasm to such cock. They took notice that her nipples became hard and pointed at the sight of the first man’s cock, and did not ease off during the entire exam.
She had been trained to enjoy sucking cock.
She passed with honors.
They sent word to Clarissa that Robyn was ready, then moved on to the final phase of the training.
Six small, golden rings sealed the slave girl’s pussy. If she were going to get sexual pleasure, it would come though her mouth.
Clarissa arrived to pick her up with a special outfit for her to wear. The dean of students passed it to a French Maid who led the slave girl into another room to be dressed.
In the meantime, Clarissa paid the final fees, including a substantial honorarium to the college for performing the job satisfactorily.
The French Maid led the slave girl back into the room ten minutes later.
The outfit the beautiful slave girl wore could properly be called a blue satin gown. The upper part of the gown molded to the delicious curves of the slave girl. From the waist upwards it was very tight. A half bra lifted her tits and pushed them together without covering the nipples. The satin rose to the top of the bra, covering it without hiding the nipples.
The hem was ankle-length but that is a deceptive description. A wedge was cut from the front of the dress, four centimeters wide at the waist but half a meter at the hem. Each edge, where the vertical cut met the hem, there was a loop of material that the French Maid had tied about the slave girl’s ankles. When Robyn stood with her legs spread, that position pulled the skirt open so everyone could see her crotch.
The slave girl’s bondage was a blue spandex singleglove whose color matched the dress (so as not to draw attention away from it).
The whole appearance of the outfit was to draw attention to the captive’s tits and pussy. Every man who saw here would look first at her titties, then at her crotch.
And Robyn would love it.
“Come on, My Dear, I am late for lunch.”
The Amazon wanted her slave girl with her so she could revel in her humiliation. Since no woman wearing a collar would be permitted through the front door of any restaurant, she chose a sidewalk café.
She positioned Robyn so she faced the sidewalk. In that position every man walking by had to notice her physical attributes.
“Spread you legs wide, Robyn. We want everyone to see what you have to offer.”
With new slave girls, it was a common practice to put them out in public where everyone could see their physical assets. The knowledge that their bodies had become public playgrounds, humiliated a slave girl so any resistance would be unthinkable.
The torment Clarissa had in store for Robyn was quite different. She had been planning this from day one. Because of her training, the beautiful slave girl would think nothing of parading around in public with her most private parts on display. She would want men to see them.
Just the thought that the sight of her body was arousing men would cause the slave girl herself to become aroused. As Clarissa sat back at the table, sipping the glass of wine, she had no doubts that Robyn was sucking on the dildo, fantasying that it was the real thing, belonging to one of those men who ogled her titties or crotch.
“Another bottle of white wine,” the Amazon said to the serving wench. The longer the slave girl offered her wares, the more powerful the let down would be.
When the Amazon downed the last of that bottle, she decided it was time to take her new slave girl back to the apartment. The lease expired today. She would use it one last time to have her final revenge on Robyn.
As she approached the doorway, she saw the man with the newspaper across the street. He paid no attention to her, until her back was turned as she passed through the door. He then turned his eyes toward the door and kept them riveted on it until it was closed.
Most of the stuff they had brought here to subjugate the brunette had already been removed. A few boxes sat on the floor next to the door. She thought that was everything, but to be certain, she would make one final sweep through the apartment before leaving it for the last time.
Clarissa stripped the young captive so she was naked. The elaborate costume was a hindrance to what she intended to do to Robyn. With it draped over one box at the door; she had the young slave girl kneel on one end of the coffee table. She secured her there by looping a rope about Robyn’s upper calves and the tabletop. She needed nothing fancy, as Robyn would not remain in this position long.
The Amazon moved to the far end of the low table to pull Robyn’s head forward and down. When her head was pressed against the hard surface, she looped another rope across the back of her neck.
This left Robyn kneeling with her naked ass raised in the air.
If you can’t guess what happens next, you haven’t been paying attention.
Clarissa stepped behind the sofa. Robyn had remained on the other side so she could not see what was there. When she stepped back, she carried a large wooden paddle.
The paddle was a little too big so her to wield easily. Because of its size, she could not swing it with much force, but that was not the intent. She did not have to beat the helpless slave girl into submission – she had already done that. She just wanted to remind her of what would happen if she disobeyed.
And what better way to convey that message than a solid whack to the fanny?
Robyn had her head turned to the left so the right side of her head was pressed against the surface of the coffee table. Clarissa stepped around Robyn, holding the paddle down in front of her face so she knew what was about to happen.
“I just want to remind you of what happens to bad little slave girls.”
Two steps forward brought her to the end of the table and the brunette’s upraised bottom. She pressed the working part of the paddle against Robyn’s bottomcheeks before moving her feet a little to get in the best position.
Whack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
Robyn had not been spanked for days so her mind had blotted out the memories of the pain of her frequent spankings at Clarissa’s hand. They all came back with one searing flash of pain through both cheeks.
“This is just to remind you of what happens to bad little slave girls,” Clarissa repeated.
After tossing the paddle of the floor, she untied Robyn from the coffee table. The slave girl remained in the position in which she had been bound. Clarissa did not order her off the table verbally. She conveyed the message by placing her right foot against the slave girl’s left hip and pushing. The beautiful young woman slid off the table and onto the floor.
Clarissa removed all her clothing from the waist down. These she dropped on the sofa. She slid a chair over in front of the slave girl and sat down.
“Crawl over here in front of me so you are between my legs.”
Robyn did as she was ordered, but she could not take her eyes off the woman’s pussy. She had been thoroughly trained to worship a man’s cock. She wanted nothing to do with another woman’s pussy.
Not that she had any say in the matter.
Clarissa pinned her head in place with her knees while she unbuckled the strap that held the dildo gag in the slave girl’s mouth. She kept her right hand on the back of Robyn’s head while she held the gag in her left.
“Show me what they taught you. Come on, make love to it.”
Robyn had little choice as the Amazon forced the dildo in and out of her mouth. The slave girl closed her eyes. If the Amazon thought she was torturing her, she was wrong. Robyn enjoyed this. She had been well trained.
Slap!
“Open your eyes!” The Amazon pulled the dildo from the slave girl’s mouth, holding it up in front of her face for her to see. “I hope you enjoyed that because that was the last time you are going to have this, or the real thing, in your mouth. From now on, that cute mouth of yours is going to do nothing but eat pussy.” Clarissa tossed the dildo away. “Eat me now.” She pulled the captive’s head forward.
What an insidious plot! Train a slave girl so the mere thought of having a cock in her mouth causes her to be aroused, then cut her off cold turkey!
About an hour later, Clarissa led the naked slave girl down to the street. In her mouth she a bright red rubber ballgag. The slave girl had her head bowed in a submissive stance.
As she stepped through the door, Clarissa looked around. The man with the newspaper was still there.
Robyn stepped into public view without hesitation.
Clarissa led the slave girl to the edge of the street. She looked in one direction, then the other. When she stopped, she jerked down, on the leash. Robyn knelt. When she looked back, she smiled as she recognized a rider coming toward her.
“Is this the one?” she asked.
“Yep,” Clarissa replied. “Well trained and eager to please. Take her back to our compound and we will see how many pussies she can eat before sundown.”
The mounted Amazon laughed.
Clarissa grabbed Robyn by the chin, turning her head so she had to look at the Amazon.
“I just enjoy happy endings.”
Clarissa watched as the slave girl trotted along after the Amazon. She could move easily with those high heels on.
She still had to clean out the apartment. As she turned, she heard the clip-clopping of hooves on the ground. She looked back to see a carriage coming down the street drawn by a team of sixteen ponygirls.
“Clarissa!”
She looked back at the sound of her name.
The driver of the carriage was a slave girl dressed in red satin. Seated comfortablely in back was Canjac.
“Oh, hi.”
“Do you have a few minutes? There is something back at my compound I would like to show you.”
Clarissa did not want to clean out the apartment. This was an excuse to put it off. Maybe she could come back later with a couple of slave girls to do it.
“Yeah. I don’t have anything pressing. I can spare a few minutes.”
Canjac jumped down and held the door open for her. As she got in, he turned to look across the street. He flicked the index finger of his right hand off she nose. Across the street, the man returned the gesture, folded his paper under his arm, and walked away.
Yes, we all love happy endings.
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