Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

Chapter 117

       Madison ran wildly through stately Blaine Manor in search of Caroline.  Everyone she found she asked if they had seen Caroline, but no one had.

       Surely you did not think this elaborate plan of Caroline’s was going to go off without a hitch?

       Caroline returned from an afternoon with her friends.  She had plans she needed to finish.  Too many Amazons had gone missing.  It was no longer safe for them to remain in town.  The Amazons were busy completing their plans to move on to another town.

       But we are getting ahead of ourselves.

       “Where have you been?”

       “I went…”

       “Giselle is here!  She wants to know where Laura is!”

       “Who is Giselle?”

       “She is a friend of Laura’s.  She wants to know where she is!”

       “Tell her she left town.”

       “She doesn’t believe me.  She said she and Laura had plans for the reception!  She wants to know where she is!”

       The reception was the next day.  Caroline had her plans worked out, but she was flexible.  She would simply move parts of the timetable ahead.

       She gave the evil stepmother her most winning smile.        

“Don’t worry.   I have this all planned out.”

“You know what will happen to us we’re caught?”

Caroline’s reply was another smile.

“We are not going to get caught. As I said, I have this all planned out.   Stall her for a while.  I have to get Laura ready.  Give me about fifteen minutes, then bring her to our special watching room.”

“You are going to let her see Laura!  Are you mad?”

“That is just phase one.  Phase two is when you put on your special outfit.”

Madison’s eyes opened wide in shock.  No one had seen her in that outfit.  Well, no one had seen her who recognized her.  She was more than a little mystified at the whipmistress’s words.  Just what did Caroline have in mind?

“Phase three – we introduce this Giselle to Laura’s type of fun.”

‘Oh.”  The evil stepmother had to say nothing more.  She was not certain how Caroline intended to do this, but it was certain that she did not intend to let the young woman leave the house as a free woman.

“Another slave girl in the house – this was getting better all the time.”

       Madison was not that bright but slowly it dawned on her what the Amazon plan.   She was not certain she wanted to be seen by a free woman wearing the outfit to a slave girl.

First things first.  She had to calm down the young woman.  Leading her back into the house would go far toward convincing her that they had nothing to hide.

She invited the young woman to sit down, but Giselle would not do that.  The evil stepmother tried to talk to her, but Giselle paced about the room, circling Madison three times in little more than a minute.  Her eyes rolled around in her head.

“You’re making me dizzy.  Just stop moving around the room.”

“But where is she!  You’re hiding something, aren’t you!  You’re hiding something.”

The evil stepmother did not have an answer.  She sensed that Giselle was about to bolt.  The younger woman edged toward the door.

“Come on.  I’ll show you.”

She had stalled as long as she could.  She bit her lower lip as she turned away.  She was afraid things were running out of control.

She led the young woman down the hall to the room where she and Caroline had watched Laura being tormented - “Death by Orgasm!!”

The Amazon stood by the window watching.  As the two entered the room, she turned her head as though she had no idea who was there.  A finger to her lips signaled them to be quiet.

Giselle moved forward to the window.  She looked down and frowned. 

“So where is she?”

Once again Caroline raised her finger to his lips to hush the woman.  Then she gestured down to the room below where one slave ate another.

“What?”

The slave girl on the table emitted a loud moan of ecstasy that even the ballgag filling her mouth could not stop.

“Don’t you recognize that moan?”

Giselle leaned forward, her mouth open as she contemplated the scene before her.  (In their clique, Laura was known as the “smart one.”)  She still wondered where Laura was.

Then it dawned on her little by little.

“What the hell.”

“Shhhh!”

Giselle stood there staring at the scene before her without realizing what she was watching.  Well, she knew what, she just did not know who.  After a few minutes it dawned on her why the evil stepmother had brought her there.

“That’s Laura!”

Caroline spun the same lies she told Madison.  When she finished, she glanced at Madison who volunteered to show Laura’s friend just how much fun it was.

She rushed up to her room to put on her secret outfit.  Since she had been doing this daily for a couple weeks, it did not take her long.  In a matter of minutes, she wore only the garter belt stockings and high heels.  She wore her favorite outfit – pink satin with delicate white lace trim.  About her neck she fastened a black leather slave collar.   She tethered herself to a ring on the wall before handcuffing her hands behind her back.

       All she had to do was wait or Caroline to come.  That occurred in a ten minutes.  Caroline wanted to insure Giselle would not run as soon as she was alone.

       “Come on, let’s bait the trap for Giselle.”

       They started down the hall toward the stairs.  Madison had done this so often, she knew where Caroline took her.  The Amazon left her tethered at the usual place.  Since a subordinate had the responsibility for rewarding slave girls, Caroline could not put the evil stepmother in there herself.  She left her near the reward room with a note attached to her collar.  When Laura’s time was up, the mistress would place the evil stepmother in their next.

       Caroline raced up to the private room.  She arrived out of breath.  Giselle was still there.

       “Laura’s time is almost up.   Then it will be Madison’s. It should not be too much longer.”

       The session ran a little long.  Switching slave girls was not a high priority.  Eventually a mistress came for her.  After freeing the gorgeous brunette from her bondage, she tethered her to the wall next to the door.  Laura could have seen her wicked stepmother if she looked, but she was so exhausted by this session that she closed her eyes as she rested her forward on the wall.        

       It was Madison’s turn.   The two watched as the slightly older woman was led into the room and tied down to the bench in the same position that Laura had been.   In a matter of seconds, Madison was enjoying one orgasm after another.

       “She seems to enjoy it too.”

       Giselle had her nose pressed against the glass.  Caroline knew it would need little effort to get her to try this form of pleasure.

”There are a couple of clubs around town that specialize in this.   Very hush, hush.  I guess you are not in on the in on the secret.”

       Caroline knew how to work the pride of a young woman to a slave collar.

       “I can give you a recommendation to one, but they are expensive.”

       Tick Tock.  Tick Tock.

       “Could I do that?  She pointed down to where Madison was undergoing her twentieth (or what it twenty-fifth?) orgasm.        

       Caroline waited a few seconds before answering.   She did not want to appear anxious.

       “Of course you could take your turn.   We do not get around to rewarding slave girls until later today.   There will be no one around in case you want to try it yourself.”

       “And no one would find out?”

       “Of course not.   And it is perfectly safe.  Like I said, it is illegal to enslave a woman inside the city walls.”

       “Well I do have a few hours….”

       “That is about what it will take.   You spend half an hour on the bench, and then it takes at least an hour for your body to recover from all the orgasms.   We just let you lie on the bed and sleep it off.   When you wake up you would be surprised to find how refreshed you are.   It is a great stress reliever.”

       Caroline made this up as she went along.   She was starting to believe it herself.   Maybe she should open one of those special clubs she was talking about.

       “Okay, if you say it is safe.”

       Caroline took the young woman down to one of the training rooms.   She opened the door to see that the corridor was empty.   She then motioned the woman inside.

       “Go ahead and take off all your clothes.  I will get help for you.   Keep the door closed her no one knows you are here.”

       One thing they had in abundance in the house was a slave girl outfit.  It took the Amazon a couple minutes longer to find handcuffs and a slave collar.  

       She knocked twice on the door.

“Yes?”

       “It’s me.”

The door opened about one centimeter.   One eye appeared in the opening.  Once Giselle was certain it was the Amazon, she pulled the door opened so the woman could again.  She remained behind the door so it would hide her naked body from anyone standing outside.

“Are you ready?” Caroline asked with her most polite smile.

       “I am having second thoughts about this.”

       The woman was naked.  The Amazon knew the young woman had passed the point of no return.  If she did not voluntarily submit to the collar, she would tie her up and force it on her. 

       “Well it is now or never.  We have to do it while Laura is sleeping off her session.   She does not have the stamina Madison does. I did not want her to find out that you saw her like that.”

       Giselle pouted but said nothing.

       “Let’s get dressed.”

That was how Giselle ended up in the pink satin slave girl’s outfit with the standard hold top that did an inadequate job of covering her large duties.   The skirt was short flared, barely covering her pubic hair in front and little of her bottom cheeks in back.   If she bent over, anyone could see her pussy from behind.

       Caroline held up the black leather slave collar.

       “Like I said, this is perfectly safe.  It is against law to turn a free woman into a slave girl.  You know what would happen to me if I were caught putting this on you?  I would be sold in the market as a slave girl so you have nothing to worry about.”

       The young woman reluctantly agreed.   She turned her back to the Amazon so she could fasten the black leather slave collar about her neck.   Once Caroline had it secured, there was nothing Giselle could do to get free.

       “Put your hands behind your back.”

       Steel cuffs went on her wrists.   She was now helpless. 

       “Open your mouth for a gag.”

       “Is this necessary?”

       “Have you ever seen a slave girl without a gag?   Yes it is necessary.  This is part of the fun.”  As soon as the woman opened her mouth to reply, Caroline pushed the rubber ball between her teeth.   She spun the helpless woman about to get at the ends of the strap behind her head.  With the gag strap buckled and the collar on, she pulled the pins from Giselle’s hair, allowing the long tresses to fall down.

Caroline took the helpless captive by the shoulders to turn her around so they faced each other.  She stepped back to look at her captive.

       ”Perfect.   No one will recognize you in that outfit.   You can undergo a session and no one will recognize you.”

       Though there was nothing the young captive could do to stop her inevitable enslavement, a fuss would still embarrassment Caroline.  She had to make things appear to be normal.  Once Giselle had had her dozen or so orgasms, she would be so exhausted that she could not resist.

       She attached a leash to the young woman’s collar, and used it to lead her into the main area.   She felt resistance on the leash when she stepped through the door.   It was only natural.  Giselle did not want to go out in public dressed as she was.   She was now bound and gagged so there was little she could do to stop Caroline from doing whatever she wanted to her.

       But Caroline had her own plan.   She wanted this to go off without a hitch.

       “Stop resisting!  You will only draw attention to yourself.   You know what happens to a slave girl who acts like you do?  She is being spanked.   You want to be rewarded, not punished.”

       That ended all resistance on Giselle’s part as she followed the woman the short distance down the hall to the room where Madison underwent one orgasm after another.  

       “I’m not the one who does this.  I have to talk to one of the guards.  She is in charge of rewarding the slave girls.  She would think something was wrong if I did it without her participation.”

       As she said that, the Amazon tethered Giselle to a ring next to the door.

       She gave instructions for handling the young woman.  She also gave instructions for further training for Laura and Madison.

       When the blonde’s training period was done, the guard freed her and led her outside.  After tethering her to a ring on the other side of the door, she led Giselle inside.  In less than two minutes the young woman struggled with her bondage as she rapidly approached her first orgasm.

       The guard led Madison to another training room.  This was an ancillary one, used when there was a need to reward several slave girls at once, or to have another type of training.

       Madison thought she was going to get another reward session as the guard bound her to the top of a bench in the same position she had been in before.  Her legs were spread, her knees pulled back and to the sides so her pussy was visible.

       The guard left, and for several minutes the young blonde thought about the excitement of being bound in such a revealing position.

       The guard could not leave her station in the kennel, so she sent someone else up to get Laura.  She thought nothing special of it.  Their employer had taken an interest in a particular slave girl and wanted her trained to please.

When the second guard returned with Laura, the two took her into the room where Madison lay helplessly exposed.  They led the young brunette around to the end where the blonde’s head was, before raising her in the air and setting her down so her pussy was immediately above Madison’s face.

They ignored the blonde at first, concentrating on the brunette.  They freed her hands, only to lock them in leather cuffs at the side of the table.  Once the gag was removed, the guard pushed Laura’s face down so her mouth was on the other woman’s pussy.  Laura needed no orders or threats.  She simply began to lick.

Madison knew what was coming even before they free her arms so they could retie them so she had a firm hold on the brunette’s hips.  Hands sought the buckle under her head.  She bit down on the gag to try to keep the rubber ball in her mouth, but that accomplished nothing.  The rubber ball came free from her mouth.  A wedge-shaped prop was pushed under her head, raising her face so her mouth was on Laura’s pussy.

“Come on.”

A slap on her bare bottom told her to begin.  As her body reacted to the brunette licking her pussy, she found herself responding by licking the labia before her.

Bound in a “69” position, the captives trained each other to respond.

Caroline saw none of this, as she was busy watching Giselle have one orgasm after another.

While this could be a reward, this could also be a punishment.  The Amazon’s instructions were for the captives to remain bound there until further notice.  In an emergency, if the other slave girl’s tongue seemed to grow tired, she could get a replacement.  After several hours of this, the strongest slave girl could be made unconscious by her body’s reaction to the oral stimulation.

Caroline knew she would not need a replace tongue.  She doubted Giselle had undergone multiple orgasms.  If she had played with her parents’ slave girls, she no doubt took a break when she grew tired.  Helplessly bound as she was, there were no breaks for her, only one orgasm after another.  The Amazon sat back smiling.  All she had to do was wait.

When it was time, she went to the clerk to have Giselle brought out.  The beautiful brunette could hardly walk.  That was fine with the Amazon.  The young captive could not resist at all when she attached a leash to her collar and used it to lead her from the building.

Every time the captive tried to resist, the Amazon would jerk on the collar, almost pulling her over.  They had several blocks to walk.  Caroline set a fast pace so it did not take long to arrive.

She knocked on the door in the alley.  When no one responded, she did it a second time.  The door opened only a few centimeters so the person inside could look out.  Satisfied that it was a friend, Lana opened it the remainder of the way.

Caroline dragged Giselle inside.  Pulling down sharply on the leash, she forced the captive to her knees.

“How are our plans going?”

“Most of the merchandise is sold.  The rest we are taking with us.”

“When do we leave town?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Can we make it tomorrow evening?  I have a couple more packages I want to bring over.  Meanwhile, will you do something with her?  I need her to disappear.”

As easily as that, she solved the problem.  Giselle no longer existed as a free woman.

There were few Amazons left, and those there were keeping guard to insure no sudden assault overwhelmed them.

Three women stood around discussing something low voices.  She recognized two as sister Amazons.  The third was a blonde.

“Who is the head of cattle?” she asked, referring to the blonde.

“Remember Foxy Roxy?  She accepted our offer to become an Amazon.”