BDSM Library - Story: Slave Girls in Bondage, Chapter: Chapter 113

Slave Girls in Bondage

Chapter 113

All because the Amazons were dwindling in numbers did not mean they had to curtail their games. The slave girls existed for their pleasure, and they intended to exploit that. Almost every night they had some sort of entertainment, entertainment that brought pleasure to them and muffled squeals of agony from the buxom slave girls.

The Amazons sat in chairs around the arena. A slave girl could not flee from the middle of them. Not that she had anywhere to which she could run, but the Amazons formed a circle. No slave girl could escape the first ring of slavers.

There were three different contests planned for the evening. All would provide the mistresses with entertainment. Some would be more painful to their beautiful captives than others.

Among those chosen to participate were the twins, Marty and Peggy. They had no idea what was going on. All they knew was that they were dressed (so to speak) in greenbelts, sheer black stockings and the fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels. On their arms they wore the shoulder length satin gloves that matched the color of their garter belts, in this case green for Peggy and red for Marty.

Each slave girl wore a white ballgag that insured silence. The slave girls were led into a hallway where they were linked together in a coffle. Black leather blindfolds kept them from knowing what would happen to them next.

Marty heard the cheers from the crowd as the games began. She had no idea what was going on.

She did not want to find out.

She was certain it would be painful. She continually clenched and unclenched her buttocks.

Finally her time came. She and another slave girl faced off in the center of the Amazons.

Laying about the floor were pieces of rope. It was impossible to take a step without stepping on one.

“You two are going to wrestle for supremacy. The goal is to wrestle your opponent to the ground, bind her hands behind her back, tie her ankles together, and then tie her knees to her neck so she has to kneel with her ass in the air.

“Then you insert this is her ass until this ring touches her asshole.”

As she gave that last instruction, the Amazon held up the large dildo. It was twenty centimeters long, three in diameter, with a twenty-centimeter handle.

“You are competing against all your sister slaves. The loser wants it to take as long as possible, while the winner wants it to happen quickly.”

The Amazon dropped the dildo on the floor before retreating out of the way.

“Ready! Set! Go!”

This was not a fair match, the Amazons had not intended for it to be. Marty’s opponent was experienced so she knew what to do. Marty tried to grapple with the other slave girl but found herself flipped about and tossed on the ground. She tried to get up but found she could not. The slave girl landed on top the buxom slave girl, pinning her to the floor. She tried to push up, but found her arm pulled behind her. Too late she felt the rope about her wrist. She tried to pull it down but that no longer mattered. Her opponent pulled other arm up into the middle of her back. Marty had managed to pull her left arm down to the floor. The slave girl used her right to pin the buxom slave girl’s arm against her back. She pulled Marty’s left arm up. In seconds, she had the rope looped around the sexy slave girl’s wrists.

Marty was helpless. The next step was to bind her legs.

The slave girl shifted her weight about so she face in the opposite direction. Marty kicked her legs but it did no good. The slave girl grabbed Marty’s left leg with her hands to raise it. She swung her left leg around to get it under Marty’s. She then bound one end of the rope to the slave girl’s ankle.

Now it was time to do the same to the Marty’s right ankle. Before tying the ends of the rope, the slave girl pulled the young woman’s feet together so her ankles crossed.

She pulled on the rope, drawing the captive’s feet toward her chest. As her knees moved toward her head, they had to move apart. This was what they wanted. The slave girl threaded the end of the rope through the ring on the collar. She pulled with her right hand, while her left arm pulled Marty’s legs against her chest. With practiced hand, she tied two hitches in the rope. When she let go, the buxom slave girl could not leave that position.

The slave girl then flipped the helpless captive over on her front. In this position, her knees were spread wide, her ass spread and vulnerable.

First through, she grabbed her rival by the hair to pull her about so she faced away from the Amazons. This would give them the opportunity to see what was done to their slave girl.

The second slave girl retrieved the dildo. Straddling Marty’s bottom, she sat down. Slowly she pressed the tip of the dildo into her asshole.

“Mmmmmffffftttt!”

The Amazons responded by laughing.

The dildo had smooth spirals cut into it so it worked its way in smoothly when pulled and twisted.

That was not to say that it was comfortable for the recipient though. The shaft was covered with four hundred small bumps to irritate the ass when passing in.

“Mmmmmffffftttt!”

When they were finished with Marty, they pulled her to the side, leaving the handle of the dildo protruding from her ass. She would wait uncomfortably while the contest continued.

Marty had been in the second contest of five. She lay there almost half an hour while the remainder of the contents fought.

While they set up for the next round of contests, the Amazons moved out to the floor to torment the losers.

“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”

Marty reacted as expected when an Amazon pulled the dildo out halfway, gave it a twist and inserted it in.

She was not the only one to do these. Half a dozen times, a woman pulled the dildo out and reinserted it. Some were not content to do that. Some insisted on pumping it in and out.

“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”

Marty tried to plead with them to stop, but the gag prohibited such action. All she could do was lie there and endure the pain.

The winners of the contests were rewarded by being allowed to eat their mistresses. They were so glad that they were not punished that they eagerly used their tongues and lips on the Amazons.

The next contest had the same type of contestants. Half were experienced, half were new to the collar.

The first contest had been a simple contest of woman against woman. The second was women against the clock. The new slave girls had no chance of winning. All they could do was hope their punishment was not severe.

The pairs of slave girls knelt side by side facing across the long area of the arena. The new slave girls knew they could escape punishment if they reached the far side. The experienced slave girls knew they not only had to stop them from getting across the room, but they also had to beat the time of the others.

At the first bell, the newer slave girl, the pursued, came to her feet. A hobble rope between her ankles insured she did not run to fast. (None of the pursued had much experience getting around in the stiletto heels, but the Amazons wanted to insure not one crossed the room.

The second bell, three seconds later, signaled the purser to start. Being used to the high heels, she came to her feet much quicker and could move much faster (well faster than the pursued – an Amazon once compared this to a race between two turtles).

When the pursuer caught up, she would knock the pursued to the ground. The pursued already had her arms bound behind her back so she could offer no resistance as the second slave girl flipped her on her back. Seated on the slave girl’s belly to stymie resistance, she crossed the ankles before tying them together. Changing positions, she swung one leg over the captive’s thighs to drive her knees against her chest. She needed only one hand to tuck the end of the rope under the rope about the slave girl’s chest. Using her weight o hold the slave girl in position, she then tied the ends of the rope together behind the knees so the unfortunate captive could not move from that position.

The final steps were to flip the slave girl on her front so her ass was in the air. The final step was to ram the dildo home and rise, both hands in the air.

As with the first contest, the slave girls waited to the side with those dildos providing unwanted stimulation where they were unused to it.

The pursuers were cuffed, then forced to stand at the far end of the room bent over. If her time was the fastest, nothing happened to her. If she was not the fastest, or if someone came along faster than see later, a dildo would be inserted in her ass.

Now it was inevitable that once or twice every time they ran this race, the pursued would become tangled in the hobble rope. Unable to get their balance because of the high heels, they would tumble over.

This could not be considered a fair race. The clumsy slave girl would have to run the race again. First though, she had to be probably disciplined for her faux pas.

She would have to stand in the usual submissive position, legs spread as far as the tether rope would allow, bent over with ass sticking out. The pursuer would have the splendid pleasure of inserting a dildo, rotating it about one full circuit, then pulling it out. Once was not enough. They would do it three times.

With her ass burning, the unfortunate slave girl stood no chance of having the fastest time. She would be one of the first to be caught.

At the end of the evening they had one more contest to perform. The various winners were exempted (though they were occupied using their tongues and lips to please their mistresses.

The game was a version of that old favorite “Grab Your Ankles.” Of course the slave girl could not grab their ankles as their hands were cuffed behind their backs, but with that sole exception, the position was the same as in the other game.

The unfortunate losers of the two previous were aligned in a row facing the chairs where the Amazons had been seated. A form of the past tense is used here because many wanted to participate in this final game. At a touch on the fanny or thigh by the paddle was the signal for the slave girl to bend forward, head bent back so she stared straight ahead, body parallel to the floor, and knees bent so her bottom stuck out.

An Amazon chose a victim, signaled her to assume the position, and swung her favorite paddle with as much force as she could muster.