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Chapter 119
Canjac told Peggy he had special plans for Saturday night, but did not tell her what was going on. She knew he continually found new and imaginative ways to bind her so she looked forward to Saturday.
In her enthusiasm she told her friends what was going on as she dressed. She did not wear anything special, as she knew it would come off as soon as she reached Canjac’s compound.
She recounted an abbreviated version of her last date – how he had taken her to the theater to see the play “Enslavement of the Sabine Women.” Rather than be part of the audience, she joined other young women who had volunteered to be part of the cast.
The mechanics of the play were simple. It consisted of two men and two women with speaking parts. The remainder of the cast consisted of the Sabine women. There were two groups of them. Peggy was in the first. They were herded together by the men brandishing spears with which to threaten them. The men bound hands behind backs and gagged them before shoving them toward the women. They had to kneel to accept collars. They then moved into a cage where they were kept until all had been bound and collared.
The men then pulled the captives out from the cage one at a time. This is where a bit of stage trickery took place. Free women played the part of women being enslaved. They were replaced by slave girls who played – well, they played the slave girls. (Talk about type casting!) The slave girls were stripped and spanked.
“What does he have planned for tonight?”
“I don’t know. He never tells me beforehand. All I know is that he said he had special plans for me.”
”Can we go with you?” asked Becky.
Peggy had to be a little suspicious of her friends.
”Why?”
“We want to play with Zoe and Patrice.” Chloe joined in, a joyful glee in their voices.
“You do know there will be a cost, don’t you? He’s not going to let you play with them unless you are dressed as a slave girl and wearing some form of bondage.”
“We have done it before. We can do it again.”
Oh! the words of the naďve. Becky never thought that there could be worse ways to be bound than she had at the racetrack. Peggy could have illuminated her, but since she enjoyed being bound helpless, she assumed Becky and Chloe enjoyed it also.
The tall brunette knew there was more than immediate bondage if they continued to play with Canjac. She figured they would end up wearing a slave collar. She enjoyed it so no reason why they would object
“Sure. But you go there on my terms.”
The two agreed. They assumed that their friend wanted to insure that she kept them away from Canjac. They had no interest in him, only in his slave girls.
She pulled out a couple cloaks. She had a variety of colors. She needed them for the same reason these two needed them.
“You wear these.”
“Its not cold outside.”
“To hide these.”
She held up a pair of handcuffs.
That is how they went to Canjac’s compound. Becky and Chloe had their hands cuffed behind their backs, but the cloaks hid their bondage. Once she had them helpless, Peggy had stuffed a scarf in the mouth of each, and used another to hold the first in place.
Bound and gagged – what a way to go out in public!
Canjac expected Peggy to arrive alone. The other two might were an interesting diversion. He thought at first they wanted to go to the bondage party, then he remembered he had not told Peggy where they were going.
“It’s nice to see the two of you again.”
“We want to play with Zoe and Patrice again!” Once again they cried out in unison.
He looked at Peggy who smiled.
“We know there is a cost. Peggy said there would be. We are willing to pay it,” Becky said with delight. She held her hands out in front of her. “Go ahead and tie me up.”
“It will take me a while to find Zoe and Patrice. You know that all slave girls look pretty much the same.”
“We’re ready to start!”
Canjac waved one of his men over to them. “Find an empty training room.” Turning to Becky and Chloe he added, “Get undressed. You should find gags and handcuffs in there. You can get started.”
The men led them down a hallway to an empty room. He entered and went to a drawer. He found a couple ballgags and handcuffs, which he placed on top. Smiling at the two, he left the room.
Becky and Chloe quickly stripped down without hesitation.. They once naked they raced for the cabinet with the cuffs, gags and leashes.
Having practiced a few times at home, it did not take them long to insert the ballgags and fasten the straps behind their heads. They pulled pins from their hair allowing it to fall down.
All the remained were the handcuffs. Once they had them on, they were helpless. Becky had led the way. She knelt facing the floor. Chloe followed her example.
As has been explained often, all naked slave girls look pretty much the same. You can divide them into blonde and brunettes. Some have larger tits than others. Some are taller and some are shorter. Trying to identify a couple of slave girls within Canjac’s compound was an impossible task. The man Canjac had sent on this errand returned without success.
“I didn’t expect you to find them, but they don’t know that.”
He turned away to think. He wanted to get to the party. These two new women were a delightful diversion, but they were not the main show for the evening.
“Find me a couple. Brunettes, I think. Bring them into training room 8C. Put them in the devices. Let me know when you are done.”
He retrieved two pairs of pink patent leather high heels for the two to wear. He took a step down the hall toward the room where the two waited. He spun about to get two leather collars from the cabinet.
“Almost forget these,” he mumbled to himself.
He stuck the collars in a pocket. He wanted the shoes on first.
As he approached the door, he tossed one pair of sandals to Peggy. She followed him into the room, and when he knelt before the young woman on the left, she did the same to the other. In seconds, they wore the high heels.
He handed the leather slave collar to Peggy. They squealed when they realized what the two were doing to them.
“Hush, hush. You have to be dressed for the part if you are going to play the game.”
They were done before the man came to the room. With their hair down, neither captive could see well behind them. Canjac motioned Peggy to follow him toward the door. The two could only look about without knowing what was going on.
The two slave girls chosen as substitutes for Zoe and Patrice lay on training benches in the room. Since Canjac wanted his slave girls to please men, he needed a special training device to help do that.
The slave girls lay on their backs on the benches. Their arms were locked under the bench so they were out of the way. Half a dozen black leather straps across shins, thighs, waists and abdomens kept the two pinned to the benches, unable to move any part of their bodies except their heads.
Before strapping their legs to the bench, the man had inserted a rubber cogwheel between their legs. A hexagonal pin went into a hole in the bench. A complicated series of gears connected the hole with a ring at the head.
Each slave girl wore a double-dildo gag in her mouth, a fifteen-centimeter shaft rising in the air.
Metal supports positioned above their shoulders were for the thighs of another slave girl.
Canjac led his slave girl to it and had her straddle the reclining slave girl’s head. With a little adjustment, he inserted the dildo into her pussy. A wooden wedge shoved under her head made it impossible for the slave girl to lower her head so the dildo would come out.
To insure the two remained in that position, he fastened a pair of leather straps across her thighs, pinning her to the blocks.
Peggy saw what he was doing and did the same to her slave girl.
He squatted at the end of the bench to fasten a short chain to the ring on the back of the harness.
He had done this often before so it took only a couple minutes to get the second slave girl strapped to the bench.
Peggy meanwhile moved to the first bench to look at the captive. She looked up at Canjac with a puzzled look on her face.
“That’s, uh…”
“I know.”
A pair of poles ran from the sides of the benches, converging at her neck. He attached one to each side of the collar.
The captive could not lower her bottom toward the bench.
However, she could raise it to force the dildo all the way in.
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
“I thought you would enjoy that.”
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
Each time the slave girl on the bottom raised her head, she pulled on the chain that set into operation a system of gears. The result was that the cylinder touching her pussy lips rotated once. It was not enough to give her a real thrill, merely enough to tease her. By jerking her head up and down rapidly though, she could arouse herself. With enough effort, she could even get an orgasm.
By then though, the captive sitting on her face would have come half a dozen or so times.
“Get the other one, will you?”
Charlie tried to look over as she passed Dana.
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
In a few minutes she was bound as securely as Dana was.
As with most of the other training devices, the kneeling captive could do nothing but get one orgasm after another. She could thrash around in her bondage, but that would only make it so she associated helplessness with pleasure.
“We have a party to go to. We’ll look in on you when we get back.”
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
As they walked down the hall toward his office, Peggy had to ask, “Do you plan on letting them go?”
“Do you see a reason to?”
“No.”
Talk about a perfect couple!
He handed her a package. Peggy tore it open. Inside was a long, white dress.
“What is this for?”
“We are going to a private party sponsored by the Bondage Society.”
Peggy’s eyes opened wide. She had heard about that group but did not know that Canjac belong. (He was only the “A” list with anything that dealt with bondage or slave girls.)
The Bondage Society was collection of women who enjoyed being bound in public, just like Peggy. They heard events where their members were treated like slave girls, only without the collars. Since none of them wore collars, there was no legal restriction on what they did. The group and its membership were very secretive. Peggy would have joined years before had they held a membership drive.
Since the dress was white, she put on white, patent leather sandals with fifteen centimeters stiletto heels.
The dress went over her head and buttoned up the back.
The beautiful brunette looked at herself in the mirror.
Did I forget to mention that the dress was rather sheer. It did little to hid Peggy’s ample charms.
“I like this,” she said, pulling on the edge in back.
The dress had a slit up the back that was doubled over as it approached her buttocks. The result was that the dress appeared to be one continuous piece of material, but if the wearer bent over, the thrust of her bottom would cause the material to part at the slit, allowing access to her pussy.
Everything was covered and yet everything was visible. Except that it was an ankle-length gown, it was an outfit befitting a slave girl.
“I have a special singleglove for you.”
The bondage device was so small he could hold it wadded up in his hand. When he took one corner between a thumb and index finger, it fell out to show the shape of the singleglove. What made this one so unique was that it was made of silk.
Peggy needed no orders or directions about what to do. As she turned her back toward Canjac, she placed her arms behind her back, clasping her hands together.
He inserted her hands in the pocket at the end and wrapped the device about her arms.
Silk was the ideal material. Lightweight, it was almost ornamental with its simmering glossiness. Silk, though, was extremely tough material. With the edges laced together with a silk cord, she could not pull the singleglove apart. The silk was a strong as leather and formed just as effective a restricting tool.
After knotting the ends of the silk cord together, he pulled a silk strap from the right side of the singleglove over her left shoulder. The end passed through a buckle before snapping to the side of the singleglove silk flap covered the snap, secured by a small button. She could not undo the end of the strap on her own.
Once he had the other silk strap secured, she was helpless.
He had a ballgag for her. Matching the motif of her outfit, both the rubber ball and the leather strap were white. He buckled the ends of the strap together at her neck before removing the pins so her long hair could fall down freely.
The Bondage Society held the party. Canjac’s women usually wore slave collars but he maintained a professional interest in anything dealt with women being bound and helpless. His attendance at the Society’s functions was few and far between but he paid his monthly dues.
The Bondage Society was a group who interests were much the same as Peggy’s – women who enjoyed, once a week, being bound and used as slave girls. The people who brought them to the party might be a husband, a boyfriend, a girl friend, or just an acquaintance.
Because of the highly irregular operation, many people talked about the Bondage Society, but few people admitted knowing anything about it.
Canjac had his men prepare a coach and four. Before leaving the room, he used another silk cord to tie the brunette’s ankles together. When it came time to go to the coach, he slung her over his right shoulder and carried her there.
Carefully he climbed up on this, with his luscious cargoes to slide across his shoulder. He slid her off his shoulder and into his arms as he sat down. He let her way across his lap with her bare bottom on top. He was ready to go. After releasing the brake, he let the reins a couple times in order the pony girls to go.
The naked captives pulling the coach had no idea where he wanted them to go, but since they were only pony girls, there was no need them to know. He used the reins to guide them about town.
Because its existence was only semi-legal, the functions of the Bondage Society were kept secret. These functions were not held at the same place or with any degree of regularity.
He finally pulled them to a stop in front of the Inn of the Shackled Maidens. When stepped out, a slave girl, naked except for the white satin skirt, rushed up to him. She knelt, waiting for his orders. He handed her the reins before turning his attention back to the carriage. He lifted Peggy over his shoulder again. He carried her as far as the inner door before setting her on the ground. From there, she had to walk.
The Bondage Society was open to almost anything at its social functions. There were innumerous naked women bound in various positions that offered their bodies to the men and women in the Society. As Canjac and Peggy entered the main ballroom a coffle of free women paraded past. Each had her hands tied behind her back. Each supported a shiny red ballgag. They were connected together by chains. A woman wearing a full-length evening gown led the group, controlling its movement with a chain. She held one end. The other was locked around the neck of the first captive. A padlock locked the end of the next chain to the loop about the first woman’s neck.
To provide a contrast between the woman leading them, and the captives, each captive wore a plaid miniskirt.
Canjac headed toward the middle of the room where a contest was underway. Five women stood in a line. Each had many ropes about her arms and legs so she could not move. Each had her arms bound behind her back, From her hands a rope ran up to a ring on the ceiling and back down to her wrists.
They had to stand bent over. Each wore an ankle length tight skirt. From the waist up they were naked.
Perched atop the head of each was a full glass of water. To keep it from falling off, each woman had to keep her head upright.
The contest was to see which captive could maintain this position for the longest. If she tried to change her position at all, she would spill the water.
Canjac pulled Peggy closer to him..
“Would you like to try this one?”
Peggy did not answer, not fully understand what was going on.
The position was extremely are awkward and even more painful for the captives. A woman could maintain this position for only so long before she had to move her body. Shortly after the two stopped, the woman second from the left twitched, sending the glass crashing to the floor. One jerked her body at the noise. The third lasted on a few minutes longer.
The remaining two were in obvious distress, but each had resolved that she was going to be the winner.
As you can imagine, a fate almost worse than death awaited those who failed. A man took the first woman, a second the second and another man the third.
They led the captives across the room where a track ran along the outer edges of the room. Hanging down from this track was a chain. Once again they threaded the ropes through the ring at the bottom of the chain. By pulling on the other end of the chain, they shortened the length of chain to the rope. The net result was that each captive was bound in the same position in which she had been before.
Whack!
The first captive started forward. She could not walk quickly in this position. But that did not matter. With each step, one bottomcheek pressed against the tight material.
The track guided where she was to go. As she walked through their crowd, men and women could not resist the chance to whack her on the bottom. Their interest in her was short-lived as they were immediately drawing to the next captive coming along behind her. She also was bent over so she presented her ass as a target to everyone she passed.
Canjac knew the men and women here. Some were slavers such as he, others were just acquaintances. One or two were even customers of his. He soon found a woman who had an interesting idea for Peggy.
With the help of a couple of women, he strapped a dildo harness to her head. He then had her kneel with her head between the woman’s legs. The woman had removed her long skirt. Underneath she wore nothing.
Peggy found herself salivating on the dildo in her mouth. She could not wait to get the dildo into the woman’s pussy. Just to insure she did it, Canjac and another man guided her head forward until the tip of the shaft was inside the woman. Peggy jerked her head forward and back and few centimeters. She could not pull the dildo out as the woman had a death grip on her head with her hands.
Canjac moved about the room to see what was going on.
Britini Beason was there because she had lost a bet. Her friend Crystal directed her to go to Good Times Journeys. Rather than a travel agency, it specialized in placing women in bondage.
Britini arrived at the function bound and gagged. As with Peggy, she was not allowed to know where it was. A black leather blindfold insured she remained ignorant. At the Inn, she was led into a small private room where she was ordered to undressed.
She ended up in one of the larger party rooms wearing a leather harness. Straps encircled her body, pinning her arms to her body. Her arms were locked behind her back.
She wore a ballgag harness to insure her silence. The chin strap forced her to keep her jaw clenched, teeth down on the ball so she could make no sound at all.
Riveted to the harness in back was a large ring. Bitini was maneuvered about until she stood under a chain that dangled down from the ceiling. A hook was attached to the ring in back. By shortening the chain, they pulled her body off the air.
She could not believe things could get worse but they did. A woman working for the company inserted a spreader bar between her ankles. They then pulled her up a few more centimeters until her cunt was at eyelevel.
What torment! Her most prized possession was on display for anyone to look at. Worse than that, no one was interested in only looking. What they wanted to do was play with her. She thrashed about, but could not scream.
Veronica wasn’t there though she was supposed to be.
Anita had told her about the Club and about the Bondage Society though she had no experience with the latter. Anita extolled the virtues of being bound and helpless in public. No, it was not the same as being bound and helpless in public. No once saw her face. Her best friend could see her bound and gagged, naked except for the ropes and gagged, and would not recognize her.
To digress, as Canjac passed through the spreadeagle rooms, he saw a young blonde bound spreadeagle between two poles. Just as with Veronica, her friends had told her what fun it was to go out in public undressed as a slave girl. She told her husband that it was girls’ night out. He agreed, He and the guys were going out.
What a coincidence! Her husband had a friend who had a friend who was in the Bondage Society. He moved among the human exhibits, playing with bare titties and exposed pussies. He came by where his wife was on display. He pinched a tittie and fondled her cunt before moving on without realizing who she was.
Back to Veronica.
She arrived at the club’s office early. They said she needed to dress before they took her to the Bondage Society’s function.
The office was small, just a reception area and a few offices. Melanie handed her a package and directed her to one of the small offices to change.
The offices were used only as dressing rooms. Three other women arrived under the same pretense used to lure Veronica.
She discovered it did not take long to get dressed. The minidress was short and flared. Raising it over her head, pulled it down. It covered her rump and little else. At least they gave her panties. They were black satin so they contrasted with the red-and-white-checkered pattern of the dress. She had shoes too – fifteen centimeter spike high heels. She strapped them to her feet, realizing they could come off only if the buckles were undone.
A rap at the door.
“Are you ready?
A woman entered the room to bind her.
“Put your hands together behind your back.”
The first rope went about her wrists. Six loops to bind her, six cinches to insure those loops remained snug against her flesh. The second rope went about her upper arms at the elbows.
The effect of these ropes kept her from being able to move her arms much to either side. Resistance would be minimal.
“Let me do something with your hair.”
She formed it into a pair of pigtails high on the sides of Veronica’s head.
This gave everyone an unobstructed view of her neck.
That was important to the business.
Now that she was bound, could a gag be far behind?
The ballgag had a simple buckle that any could open in seconds. With her arms bound, Veronica could not remove the gag, but anyone else who wanted access to her mouth could.
One at a time they led each young woman down the hall and through a door that led to a different establishment. The woman led her into a small woman that was soundproof.
“Stand here and bend over.”
The captive woman bent at the waist. The woman grabbed her bound hands with her left and pulled up. Her right grabbed a cord dangling down from the ceiling. At the end was a hook. She hooked it through the loops. The forced the woman to remain bent over.
“You won’t be needing these.”
She pulled the panties off.
As it was, this club was only a front organization.
The company next door catered to men who enjoyed having sex with captive women who were not slave girls. Veronica could kick and thrash about, but she could not stop anyone from fucking her.
And since she had signed up to go to the Bondage Society, she could not complain to anyone. The humiliation of being exposed would be worst than what they did to her.
Kari did not want to be at the function, but her boss blackmailed her.
That was how she stood in a room straddling an impaling rod. A man and a woman stood to the sides with switches. If she stopped, one of them would whack her on the bottom with a switch. A second man stood her front of her with a switch. As Kari moved up and down, her nipples brushed against the switch.
Canjac stopped to look at each bound woman. When he stopped in front of Kari, her boss backed away moved to her left. She kept another person between her and the slaver. When he moved to his left, away from her, she nudged the person in front of her.
“Do you know who that is?”
“Him? You don’t know about Canjac?”
Her eyes followed him through the room until he disappeared from sight in the crowd.
No one noticed the evil gleam in Erin’s eyes.
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