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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 120
Peggy walked quickly down the street through the hustle and bustle of the city crowds.
Hustle and bustle of the city crowds – an interesting concept since it seems that the only people in town who do anything are the slavers.
She started to turn left at the first major intersection, but changed her mind. She continued straight ahead through the town square. Disobedient little slave girls were placed here for public humiliation and punishment. While it was possible for a private citizen to arrange for one of his or her slave girls to be placed her, most were in violation of some city law, the most common violation being that of trying to run away.
Since slave girls were kept bound and gagged, there was little they could do to get their freedom. There was a red zone inside the city gates in which a slave girl had to be on a leash. The only hope a slave girl had of escape was getting out of the city, and adequate precautions were taken to insure that did not occur. Even if they got outside the city’s walls, they had to pass the slavers compounds that surrounded the city.
The leather slave collars locked about their necks was an insurmountable problem. Anyone seeing a woman wearing a slave collar would know instantly what her status was and would take the needed steps to insure she was outfitted with the necessary high heels, gag and ropes.
The city records were adamant that no slave girl had every escaped.
So why did they try?
Trying to escape is such a subjective term. The masters and mistresses could interpret almost anything as an escape attempt. The city officials needed little provocation to force a slave girl to be punished by the public. Public punishment served not only as a disciplinary action for the naughty little slave girl, it reminded other slave girls of the futility of resistance.
Public punishment also provided free public entertainment.
Peggy slowed her pace as she moved through the town square. She never grew tired of imagining what it would be like to be bound to one of the sundry devices set up to allow the public disciplining a slave girl.
One of the most common devices was a post with a projecting arm. A slave girl stood at the end of the arm, her legs bound together to a ring in the ground. They secured her arms out in front of her to the vertical post. Leather cuffs protected her flesh while providing the basis for her bondage. Chains ran from the cuffs through a hole in the vertical post. A windlass on the far side of the post enabled the guards to remove all slack from the chain, forcing the slave girl to bend forward.
Her ass was available. Chained up as she was, she could look to either side to see if someone had taken an interest in her. One looked back with fearful eyes at Peggy as she approached.
The tall brunette’s attention though, was on the slave girl immediately before her. Two guards were fastening her in a pillory. As Peggy drew near, they fastened her ankles in an ankle pillory that consisted of a single circle of wood.
She stopped to watch as they finished. They removed the handcuffs before forcing her to bend over.
The upper board was already up and the slave girl did not resist when they bent her forward. She placed her head between the twin curves in the center. The guards moved her wrists to the outer circles. Once they had her in position, one guard pulled a cotter pin that allowed the upper board to fall down, trapping the slave girl’s lovely neck and wrists in small circles of wood.
The guards locked together the two boards with a padlock on each side of the slave girl’s head. A simple latch would have worked, but they wanted the captive to realize just how helpless she was.
They were ready to go, but one guard pulled a lever down on the side. With a loud “clunk” the twin boards dropped down a centimeter. The man continued to work the lever until the boards were in the correct position. The slave girl’s head was lower than her bottom.
To many connoisseurs, this was the proper position for a slave girl – her ass higher than her bottom.
Peggy’s eyes lit up as the guards walked away. They had done this job several times a day. It was almost time for their coffee break.
Peggy practically hopped forward to get besides the slave girl. She glanced over her shoulder to see if the guards were coming to interrupt her fun. They still walked away without looking back. Securing a voluptuous woman in a humiliating and vulnerable position was just another day’s work for them.
Beside the captive there was a small hole in the ground, only a few centimeters in diameter and perhaps ten or twenty deep. Rising from it were several switches.
Peggy pulled one out. She had little experience discipline a slave girl as she usually was on the receiving end of punishment. The switch whistled as it cut through the air.
“You have been a naughty, naughty girl,” she taunted the slave girl.
Crack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
Crack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
Crack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
She wanted to continue this delightful fun, but it dawned on the tall brunette that she was running late for her interview. She would have to move quickly if she was going to arrive on time.
Crack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
Ramming the tip of the switch back into the hole, she moved across the town square as quickly as her long legs could move.
Not that many slave girls tried to escape, not enough for a city office to handle runaways, besides the elaborate display in the square. Every slave girl knew escape was impossible.
Sometimes masters and mistresses “allowed” slave girls to try to escape as a form of punishment.
Take for example Shelby. In her haste to get to the meeting, Peggy ran right past the beautiful brunette. Shelby had been there since early morning, as was evidenced by the number red welts across her bottom.
Shelby had been a good little slave girl up until the night before. Her master was sharing her with some of his friends. All went well until it was time to service the third man. Then she hesitated.
“What is it, Slave Girl?”
“It’s too big!”
Well, that was the wrong thing to say. They quickly repositioned her long dark hair into pigtails on the sides of her head. This gave the man handles to control her head.
His cock may have been too big for her mouth. He continued to pound it against the back of her mouth as she tried to make him come. She knew her master was angry at her and would punish her when they left. She hoped that she could avoid punishment if he came in her mouth.
She failed, but it did not matter. Punishment was inevitable.
Her master contacted a courier service in the morning. The woman picked up the slave girl who wore only a garter belt, stockings and high-heeled sandals.
Shelby had no idea what was about to happen to her, though she was certain it would not be pleasant. The pace set by the courier forced her to trot. Up one street and down the next. A turn to the left, another turn to the left. Down a long boulevard. A turn to the right. Another turn to the right. Then a long street, and a turn to the left.
Confused?
Shelby was.
The courier brought her to a stop, then brought the horse around before Shelby could react. Bending over, she unhooked the end of the leash from the slave girl’s collar.
“Find your way home.”
Shelby wanted to cry. She had no idea where she was. She would have to find some landmark and work her way from there.
She didn’t make it far though. She walked only a few blocks before she was caught. Slave girls did not wander about town. Whenever we have seen them, slave girls have always been on a leash or a tether chain. If one was loose, there was something wrong.
To her credit, Shelby immediately showed the man who found her that she was a good little slave girl. On her knees, she showed the man what a good little slave girl she was. When he pulled his cock out, she whimpered a protest. She wanted to suck it more.
He turned her over to a city guard, giving Shelby the opportunity to show what delightful things she could do with her mouth.
He rewarded her by taking her to the park just before Peggy arrived. He secured her to one of the spanking devices. She stood at the end of the projecting arm, the padded end against her lower abdomen. She leaned forward with her arms extended in front of her. He secured her wrists to leather cuffs. He moved behind her to bind her legs apart, not enough to invite a man to fuck her, but enough to make her pussy available.
The guard next moved before the young captive to shorten the chain, drawing her arms out before her. When he had her body secured taut, he moved on. He had taken down her registration number from the back of her collar. He would report it back to his boss. Eventually her master would get word where she was. He could come collect her at his leisure.
With her butt sticking out, it was an invitation for a spanking. Her pussy was available also. A man or woman could flick the switch up between her legs, catching her on the pussy lips.
Shelby would never do anything to antagonize her master again.
Peggy’s interview was at Shepherd’s, one of the most expensive inns in town. It was so expensive that she could not afford its services.
She passed quickly through the lobby, turning toward the café.
She had a name, but did not know what the interviewer looked like. It did not matter though. Before the Maitre d’ could approach her, a woman half-stood and waved her over.
“Peggy? I’m Erin.”
Woo! The story lines continue to weave together!
“Have a seat. I heard such good things about you that I needed to see you right away.”
“How did you get my name? I don’t remember applying for a job with you.”
“You did not. It was a friend of yours. What was her name? Barb? Barbie? Becky? Betty?”
“Becky.”
Becky was one of the sweet young things from the racetrack, who now wore a collar in Canjac’s compound. Too bad she could not collaborate Erin’s story. But why would she do that?
The discussion was long and spirited and had little to do with what was expected of Peggy.
“You know, I like you. I think you might fit in as one of my assistants. Would you like to come back to the office to look around?”
Erin had everything orchestrated back at the office. She did not want to have to restage the scene if Peggy could not come. As it was, Peggy had nothing to do anyway.
Erin paid for the two meals, continuing her endless banter as she did. Erin noticed that she tipped well. That was a good sign that the employer appreciated the menials about her.
Yep, Erin had everything set up. So who do think delayed her plan?
Erin just happened to glance past Peggy as they walked through the lobby.
She saw Andrea. She stopped abruptly.
“Look at her!”
The blonde slave girl, still wearing the black satin French Maid’s outfit carried a tray with two empty tankards on it. She placed them on the bar, and slid two full ones on the tray.
“Let’s follow her.”
Erin’s interest in getting a slave collar on Peggy had taken a backseat to her interest in the sexy blonde.
“What are you going to do?”
“She is a most delectable French Maid. I think I would like to buy her.”
“What is she is not for sale?”
“If you offer enough money, anyone is for sale.”
What Erin said was true. She asked about the price of the blonde slave girl. The asking price was a couple gold crowns. She managed to haggle the price down to one crown, three silver thalens.
Once they agreed on a price, they had to find the slave girl. Erin’s description of Andrea fit a couple dozen, or perhaps a couple score, at the inn.
“She went in there,” Peggy said, pointing to a closed door.
The concierge negotiated with the patrons of the room who had chosen Andrea. Since one slave girl was pretty much the same as another, they had no objection when the concierge offered them two – a blonde and a brunette – in exchange for Andrea.
So, rather than two storylines coming together, we have three.
In just a couple hours from first seeing Andrea, Erin had the papers to prove that the blonde was her property.
That led to one of the innumerable little problems about the status of slave girls. Erin and Peggy could exit the inn by the front door, but Andrea could not. The concierge summoned another French Maid to take the luscious blonde down to the slave kennel at the back of the inn. A message attached to her collar told a guard down there what to do. He led the buxom blonde from the building through the slave girl’s entrance and around the front of the inn.
Before Erin could take Peggy to work, she had to drop her latest acquisition off at home. She did not want her new plaything to interfere with her plans.
There was a kennel in the same block where she kept Melissa and her other slave girls.
“Would you like to come back and see what the job is like?”
Peggy would much have preferred to be on the end of the leash but she agreed to do what Erin suggested. The job seemed to be fun. If she were bound, she would not have to do much work.
The office runner that day was Kayla. The brunette wore a little pink silk dress that emphasized every curve of her body. Peggy took one look at that outfit and fantasized about wearing it herself.
She wanted nothing more than to be bound and gagged at Erin’s feet.
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