Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

Chapter 121

       Peggy enjoyed her new job as it was far more than she had ever expected.  She wanted a job where she would not have to do much because she was helplessly bound all the time.

And she wanted to be paid for it.

As soon as she arrived at the office, she changed into her working clothes.  Her working clothes consisted only of a garter belt, sheer beige stockings and pink high heels.

       While awaiting Erin’s arrival, she added her ballgag to her ensemble.  Kneeling next to her boss’s desk, she handcuffed her hands behind her desk.

       She could do nothing but wait.  Her street wear was locked up.  The key to it and the one to her cuffs were on a shelf a couple meters above the floor.  With her hands secured behind her back, she could not reach it.

       All she could do was wait.

       When Erin arrived, she smiled at her kneeling victim.  She did nothing to free her at first.  She knew the beautiful brunette would not want that.

       She sat at her desk and went through her mail but her mind was elsewhere.  She wanted to turn Peggy into a slave girl, but was not certain how to go about it.  She toyed with the idea of taking her outside the city’s walls as she had Melissa.  The problem with that was obvious.  It took time to find five other slave girls who looked (superficially) like Peggy.  She doubted she had time.  Once Canjac missed her,, it would not take him long to find her.  No one could accuse her of being subtle in what she did.

She doubted Peggy would sign official papers of enslavement unless she treated her.  Getting the buxom beauty bound was much easier than turning her into an official slave girl.

That left one rather obvious route.

       “Tell me, Peggy, have you ever been to the slave market?”

       The beautiful brunette shook her head.  That answer was not surprising as spectators were not permitted.  You had to be a member of the slave market exchange to watch the proceedings.  The cost varied on how close the buyer wanted to sit to the action.  Seats so close that you could touch a slave girl on sale cost 10 gold crowns a year, but those seats were never available.  Who in their right mind would sell such a ticket?

       Erin had a friend who had left town for a few months.  She could use her pass to get in.  The seats in the gallery cost much less, a subscription could cost as little as a crown a year.  The people who bought these seats were not interested in volume slave girls.  They concentrated on specific tastes in slave girls.  They might go for weeks before submitting a bid.

       “Would you like to go this afternoon?”

       The captive’s eyes opened wide with delight.  Her long dark tresses floated up and down as she vigorously nodded.  She had often wondered what went on inside.

       “If we can get out work done today by lunch, we can go.”

       Peggy’s role in the office was that of messenger, not unlike that we have seen earlier, but Erin had no need to be subtle.  Peggy performed her job wearing only minimal clothing.  She had the ubiquitous black satin garter belt with red lace ruffles, black stockings, sheer except for the seam up the back, and red patent leather sandals.  For outerwear she wore a sheer white apron that had ruffles about the edges.

       Like I said – minimal clothing.

       Peggy had spent so much time bound and dressed (or undressed) as a slave girl at Canjac’s compound, that she felt no embarrassment wandering about the office naked.  She would approach one of the workers, grab the corners of the apron, and curtsey.  (No, Erin did not keep her in chains.  She recognized early on that the tall brunette loved being bound.  Keeping her gagged and dressed as a slave girl was a means of teasing her.)  She would kneel to present the paper.  She did not dare leave until given permission to.  If there was a reply, she had to wait. If there were none, she would be dismissed with a wave of the hand..

       Erin planned to take Peggy to the slave market anyway.  She just wanted to get work done first.

       “Are you ready to go?” she asked about noon.  The tall brunette nodded eagerly.

       Erin held up a pair of handcuffs, the type you would expect a slave girl to wear in public.  Peggy spun about quickly, eager to be made helpless again.  Erin quickly fulfilled her desires.

       Peggy started to turn toward her but Erin stopped her short.

       “Stop!  Keep facing away from me.  There is something else I need to add.”

       Peggy felt something about her neck.  She look down but saw nothing.

       “Keep your chin up.”

       The naked beauty felt a thrill when she realized the woman was putting her into a slave girl collar. 

       She never worried about the risk associated with the collar.  After all, Canjac had put one on her often.  She was becoming used to wearing one.

       “You can turn around.”

       As soon as the two faced each other, Erin attached a leash to the collar.  Wrapping her arms about the captive, she tugged on the working ends of the bow.  The apron fluttered to the floor.

       “Come on. Let’s go.”

       The brunette had no fears about going out in public naked.  Since she had met Canjac, she had spent more time in public naked than she wearing clothing.  As they paraded through the office, no one paid attention to Peggy.  As far as they were concerned, the tall brunette was just another naked slave girl.  Erin had many of them around the office.

       They had to wait at the edge of the street until Erin’s sulky was brought around.  (Yes, Melissa was still one of the ponygirls.)  The mistress attached the end of the leash to the rear of the sulky.  Peggy was masquerading as a slave girl, so she intended to treat her as one.  She climbed into the driver’s seat.  Before starting off, she looked back at Peggy.  She did not want to accidentally hurt the woman.  Any pain the beautiful brunette suffered, she wanted to be intentional.  Peggy looked up at her, a clear sign that she was ready to go.  Erin looked back at the ponygirls and flipped the reins up and down.

       “Giddy up!”

       Erin wondered just how experienced Peggy was so she decided to use this period as a testing time.  She used the switch on the bare bottoms of her ponygirls to get them to move faster.  After a block, she looked over her shoulder to see how Peggy was doing.

       Erin knew who Peggy was, but did not know what Canjac had done to her.  Having spent hours trotting around pulling a sulky, Peggy found it easy to trot along behind Erin’s sulky.

       She concentrated on maintaining the same pace as the sulky so the loop of the tether chain never grew deeper, never grew shallower.

The pleasant way of passing the time that they were at the slave market before she knew it.

Everyone at one time or another passed by the entrance to the slave market just to see what it was like.  Eight marble columns fronted the street before the main entrance.  Standing on the base of each were eight naked slave girls, their hands bound to rings over their heads.  They were new to the collar.  As a result, they squirmed continuously from the attention they got, or just their helplessness.  The continual movement was more than enough to draw the attention of passersby.

On either side of the entranceway, were many slave girls bound spreadeagle to niches in the wall.  Unlike the thirty-two lovely ladies in front, there were dressed normal slave girl attire.  The outerwear motif was pink, from pink, patent leather shoes to pink satin halter-tops.  In between they had short, flared pink satin skirts.  Beneath the skirt they wore black satin garter belts (fringed with pink satin ruffles) that held up the sheet black stockings.

Panties?  Since when do slave girls need panties?

These slave girls were resigned to their fates.  They knew that being on public display was one of the perks of being a slave girl.  Each knew she was beautiful and sexy (or why else who anyone have taken the time to turn them into slave girls?).  Being on display allowed the public to admire their abundant charms.  Even if the people said nothing, the mere fact that they stopped to look was a form of adoration of their bodies.

They tried to catch the eyes of those who looked.  Perhaps some man would have the stamina to keep at them all night.  They gloated at the women.  Wearing a slave collar told everyone they were more beautiful and sexy.

The garter belts were special.  (I bet you saw that coming.)  Embroidered into the black sating (with pink thread), was the name of the establishment who owned this exquisite creature.

The slave market had already sold these slave girls. The retailers had them there to offer them for sale before they went into the showroom.

Erin tethered the tall brunette to a pole where another slave girl waited.  The anteroom had twenty-four such poles so the masters and mistresses would not have trouble finding one in which to tether a slave girl.

Peggy glanced at the mistress as she walked away.  She had spent so much time as a slave girl that it did not bother her when her master or mistress left her alone.  She knew she was safe.  After all, she was securely tethered to that pole.

She was in the position to see and hear what happened outside the main auction area.

“I was just looking at the big board.  I own a couple of 1.7-meter blondes.  82C.  Down an eighth.  Fourth day in a row they’re down.  Can’t sell ‘em if I can’t make a profit.”

“Your problem is nobody wants skinny blondes these days.”

That brief bit of conversation made Peggy feel good.  She was not a blonde, but neither was her bra size 82C.  (Think more along the lines of 90D or 90DD.  Nobody was going to accuse her of being “skinny.”

Erin returned a few minutes later with papers in her hand.

“Can’t tell your slave girls without a program.”

She freed the end of the leash.  A jerk on it told the buxom brunette to follow her toward the stairs leading to the gallery.

You may wonder why Erin could bring a slave girl into the slave market via the front door.  There were two reasons for that.  First, it was a simple matter of convenience.  Second, the idea of forcing a slave girl to enter through a separate door at the back of the building was to humiliate her.  There was no need for that here.

Just why would a person bring a slave girl to the slave market?  It might be that she would be forced to watch her friends be sold.  It might be as a warning that if she does not behave she will find herself down on that stage.  Or perhaps, her fate is sealed and her master of mistress only wants to torment her with hints of what was about to happen.

That all was lost on Peggy though as she thought it a grand adventure.

A slave girl dressed as a French Maid (only in shocking pink instead of the traditional black), lead them to the correct box.

Erin had been to the slave market only a couple times herself so she was not that familiar with what went on.  As she looked around, she saw a dildo rising from the end of a pole.  She turned her captive about so she could get at the strap holding the ballgag in her mouth.

“Kneel in front of that dildo and place it in your mouth.”

Peggy stepped around her to get at it.  She dropped to her knees, then had to back up so she could bend over to reach it.  She opened wide to accept the shaft, then lowered her face toward the floor.

Erin squatted quickly so she could attach the leash to a hook on the vertical support.  The chain leash did not have enough slack for the beautiful captive to raise her far so she could pull her mouth off it.

“I want you to keep humping that.  Convince me that I should let you watch.”

This was all a bluff though as she knew her captive would be upset if she did not see the sale.  Erin wanted to torment her, but not enough to make her pissed off at her. For her plan to work, Peggy had to have unwavering confidence in her.

When it became apparent that the sale was beginning, she squatted again to undo the leash.

“Come on, straighten up.”

As the brunette’s head was coming up, she raised the rubber ball toward her mouth.  In seconds, she had Peggy gagged again.

“Crawl over here.  Turn about.  Move back.”

She had Peggy kneel on the floor with her back to her.  She pulled her shoulder back so she could pin her head between her knees.

Peggy’s big brown eyes opened wide in amazement at the scene before her.

The center of attention was the auction block.  There really was no block.  There was a stage slightly to the right where they sat.  No one presently was on it as the sale had not begun.  Before it, in the prime area for the bidders, people were milling about in apparent confusion.

A handful of men moved toward the center area.  When they were still ten meters from the point where the goods would be sold, a gong sounded three times, quite slowly.  Peggy expected something to happen, but the people below paid no attention to it.  When the group reached the auction point, the gong sounded twice more in the same slow cadence.  This time peoplemoved toward their seats.  By the time it sounded the third time, one, solitary gong, the people were in their seats.

Peggy saw that the people below were looking toward the right.  She twisted her head to the right. 

As she saw movement, she realized that a two-rail track ran across the stage.  The rails were imbedded in the floor so nothing was raised that could cause a slave girl to trip. 

A pair of slave girls came into sight, bent forward.  They dragged something, that was obvious.  Chains ran from belts about their waists to whatever it was they dragged.

Each slave girl had her head encased in a black leather slave hood.  Even at a distance, Peggy could see the straps binding it tightly to the wearer’s head.  There were padlocks. She could see one on the side of the nearer slave girl’s head. 

Each captive had her arms bound behind her back with a black leather single glove.  The slave girl could wave her bound arms as much as she could without anything hindering her movement.

Immediately behind them was a cart on which was the item for sale. 

With the cart on tracks, the slave girls could easily pull the cart.  It also directed the movement of the cart so it could only go forward or backwards.  (Peggy did not know that the cart had a mechanism that kept it from going backwards.  They could only drag it forward.

Though the slave girl herself was rather light, the cart was heavy.  It needed to be as the item for sale was bound upside, spreadeagle between two vertical posts.  Even at this distance, the captive beauty could tell that they had her bound tautly between the posts.  About her wrists and ankles were leather cuffs.  Chains ran between the cuffs and the posts, pulling her body so she could not move at all.

In this position, there was no doubt what was for sale.  The slave girl’s cunt was at eyelevel to a bidder seated in the prime section in front.  That was what they were bidding on.  The slave girl on sale knew that was her most important feature.  All else was superfluous.

The cart came to a halt beside the auctioneer.  The two hooded slave girls pulling the cart jerked when it came to a stop.  They continued to strain against it, but it would not move.

The auctioneer’s continuous patter had extoller the virtues of the slave girl as soon as she appeared in sight.

The bidding was quick as the bidders had a line of credit that insured they had the money to pay for the item for sale.  When a bidder wanted to bid, he or she simply raised a paddle with a number on it.  The auctioneer announced the starting price.  A couple dozen paddles went up.  He raised the price by ten pfennings as long as there was more than one paddle in the air.  The bidding slowed as people dropped out.  The price increased by only a pfenning at a time.

The sale price was two silver thalens, twelve pfennings. 

As mentioned before, the market was depressed by a glut of new slave girls.

Nobody was complaining though, except the sellers.

Who could complain about a lower price for a product?

And the slave girls did not complain.

After all, they were gagged.  (Chortle, chortle.)

When the bidding was over, the auctioneers stepped on a button to his left that released the brake on the device.  Suddenly the two slave girls were able to pull the cart forward.  Centimeter by centimeter it moved across the stage toward the exit.

No one paid attention to it though, as two more hooded slave girls were already dragging in a cart with the second slave girl for sale.

The sale of each slave girl took about five minutes.  That worked out to twelve an hour, about 35 in a three-hour session.

This was a midweek sale.  On the weekends, more choice slave girls were sold, and the bidding price was much higher.  Sometimes in the evenings there would be special sales, say if a ship arrived with a cargo of new slave girls, the captian could arrange for a special sale in one evening.  The entire cargo could be auctioned off the same day the ship arrived.  The captain by then would have a new cargo on board.

Not all slave girls auctioned off through the slave market passed through the main gallery.  The extra special slave girls, those with an interesting past or interest from the bidders could be sold in a private salon.  Attention was by invitation only.

Erin quickly became bored.  She did not like to buy her slave girls “pre-packaged.”  She enjoyed enslaving them herself.  She wanted to go after three or four sales, but it was evident Peggy was having too much fun.  She decided to wait until her “little” plaything fidgeted.

Peggy wanted to stay for the whole auction. 

When it was over, Erin decided to tease her with the sold slave girls.  She pulled the young woman’s head back to get at her collar.  She attached the end of the leash to the brunette’s collar.

“Come along.”

She led her down to the first floor.  By then most people had left.  There had been many more spectators than there were items for sale.

Erin paused when they reached the lobby.  She had no idea where to go.  Since she wanted Peggy to think she knew everything that was going on, she could not afford to let her see her puzzled.  Moving to the nearest pillar, she attached her end of the leash to one of the ubiquitous rings. 

She moved with purposeful strides across the lobby.  She looked for another corridor.  Finding one, she turned left down it.  Once she was out of Peggy’s line of sight, she asked a person where the sold items were waiting for pick up.  The guard pointed back down the way she had come.  Turn to the left and down another corridor.

Erin returned to Peggy.  Without a word to the beautiful captive, she tugged on the leash.

They moved almost to the exit before turning down the designated corridor.

On their right there were three high bay doors where there were loading docks.  On the left there eight slave girls still waiting for their new master or mistress.

The eight wore the traditional slave girls’ outfits of pink satin miniskirts and halter-tops.  Peeking out from under the short hems were black satin panties.  The black motif was continued with their black slave collars.  They flinched at the sound of Peggy’s high heels on the floor.  Each of the eight was blindfolded.

Peggy’s eyes were wide with interest.  She could not know that the slave girls had no idea who had purchased them.  With the blindfolds on, they had no idea what was going on about them.

Both mistress and ersatz slave girl turned to the right to look when they heard a door open.  One of the clerks from the slave market pushed it open.  Peggy leaned back to try to see what was on the other side.  A jerk on the leash got her to look back at Erin.  A real slave girl would not exhibit that much interest.  (Well, she would not exhibit that much interest without her mistress punishing her.  Erin did not want to have to punish Peggy.  She did not want the tall brunette’s memories of field trip to the slave market to be bad.)

After the clerk propped the other open, they could see a wagon slowly back up.  A guard pulled himself up to the floor to open the doors on the back of the wagon.

The inside was empty, but not for long.  The clerk moved to the first slave girl to check the tag attached to her collar.  He compared something written on the tag with what was written on a paper on a clipboard.  He then moved on to the second to repeat the process.  This time he unhooked the far end of her leash.  The guard had moved up to her.  He took the leash, using it to led the sold merchandise to the wagon.

By then the clerk had the leash unfastened for the third slave girl.  The driver had entered the market by slipping between the door and the edge of the wagon.  He took the leash of this slave girl.

They continued until they had four slave girls loaded in the back of the wagon.  The driver signed some papers before moving back toward the front of the wagon.  As soon as he was through the opening, the clerk closed and locked the door.

“Come along, “ Erin said as she tugged on the leash. 

One look at the expression on Peggy’s face told her the young woman would be thrilled at the prospect of being sold in the slave market.

Erin’s plan of revenge was ready to go.