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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 122
You would think it would be easy for a woman to turn herself into a slave girl, wouldn’t you? As we have seen, it did not take much for another to turn a woman into slave girl. Outside the city gates, all it took was a slave collar. Inside the city gates, it still took a slave collar but a little extra for a bribe here or there.
So when Peggy accompanied Erin to the city’s Bureau of Slave Registration to turn herself into s slave girl, she thought she would only have to agree to wear a slave collar.
Wrong.
She had fifteen forms to fill out, most of them in triplicate. She had to sign them before a clerk and a notary who insured that her signature was of her own will. (Heaven forbid that anyone force a woman into becoming a slave girl!)
Erin went along for a couple reasons. She wanted to insure that the profit from Peggy’s sale went to her. She would bid and win, no matter how high Peggy’s selling price became. The slave market would get six percent of the selling price. Erin would get back whatever she paid for the luscious brunette, less the six percent. This amount would be a pittance compared to her market value.
The second reason was to insure she had Peggy’s lot number. She had no idea how long it would be before Peggy was placed on the auction block. It could be a few days or perhaps a few weeks. She would have to watch the lists to see when Peggy’s lot number was scheduled.
“Get down on your knees to sign.”
That was a reasonable order thought Peggy.
The long legged brunette slid off the chair to her knees.
As she signed, the clerk came to his feet. By the time she finished, he stood behind her.
“Stand up, lean across the desk.”
As she did that, he produced a pair of handcuffs out. He pulled her left arm behind her back to snap one cuff to her wrist. She put her right arm behind her to help him. In seconds she was helpless.
He grabbed her by the hair to pull her head back. The ballgag was ready when he had her head back. He pulled it in her mouth. Once he had the straps buckled together behind her head, he pulled the pins from her hair to loosen it.
She was ready to straighten up, but he did not allow that. He unfastened the snaps, then pulled her pants down to her knees. He panties came next.
He pulled her up and spun her about.
“That will be all,” he nodded toward Erin, dismissing her.
He grabbed the tall brunette by the pubic hair and pulled. She had to follow to alleviate the pain where the hair was pulled by the roots. She shuffled forward with micro steps.
In the next room, a chain hung down from the ceiling. At the end were three large clamps. He pulled her closer to the chain. He attached each clamp to her pubic hair.
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
He gave her a shove backwards. Without the ability to move her feet, she could not regain her balance. The back of her head tapped the floor but she did not notice it. The pain in her pubic hair was intense as it held the middle of her body mere centimeters above the floor.
He slowly circled around her, inspecting her from all angles. He then produced a disrobing knife he used with a few efficient swipes.
Her bottom dangled above the floor, her feet touching on one side and the back of her head on the other.
His job was done. He returned to his desk, leaving her there helpless.
Once she was alone, Peggy tried to reach the clamps. After a couple tries, she gave up. Every movement multiplied the pain her pubic area.
She dangled in that position for a few minutes. The breaking of a new woman, of leaving her with no option other than that of accepting the slave collar, was the responsibility of a whipmistress.
She dragged the tall brunette into another room that was empty except for a simple metal stand. Peggy stood with her lower abdomen against the upper part that was shaped as a “T.” There was a similar crosspiece on the bottom that with a leather cuff on each end. The whipmistress used these to secure the brunette’s ankles to the ends of the crosspiece. Straightening up, she moved around in front of the captive to adjust the height of the device. From her vast experience she knew how high to raise it.
A chain was attached to the bottom near the floor. At the end was a leather loop. The whipmistress pulled it up as far as it would go, hooking it on a spike sticking out from the vertical post.
She took Peggy by surprise when she grabbed her by the head and pulled forward. The brunette’s head went down toward the floor. She adjusted the position of her hands to the back of her head. She shoved down until she could lock her head between her knees. With her right hand she pulled the leather loop over Peggy’s head. When she backed up, Peggy could not straighten up. She had to remain bent over.
Things were about to get a lot worse.
The whipmistress pulled a lever free. She pulled down, shortening the chain shorter. As it became shorter, it pulled her head down closer to the vertical post. She stopped only when she had the young woman’s nose near the surface.
This was an extremely uncomfortable position, but soon Peggy did not notice that.
Her bare ass was available. The woman selected her favorite paddle.
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
She paused periodically to keep from wearing herself out. She was a professional so she knew how to pace herself. She changed positions frequently so the blows did not land on the same spot. She intended to turn the woman’s bottom completely red.
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Another whipmistress joined her. She touched Peggy’s bottom in a couple spots to where it was the whitest.
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
Whack!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
They moved from her bottom to her hips to her upper thighs.
When they finally stopped, every part was bright red, every part was in excruciating pain.
After this torment, any woman would be eager to wear a slave collar. With some, those who refused to believe their position in life was that of a slave girl, resisted. No one lasted more than twenty minutes. Others lasted only a few minutes. Peggy was one of them. Five minutes after they released her, she wore a collar. She was on her knees licking furiously at the pussy of a whipmistress. That was to thank the woman for allowing her to become a slave girl. The whipmistress popped a rubber ballgag into her mouth to continue. She stretched the tall brunette over her lap to move to the next phase of Peggy’s submission. The woman used a small paddle that could inflict considerable pain without coving a large area. She had no idea how man time she would have to pummel the brunette’s delicious ass before she accepted her status as a slave girl.
The woman did not realize that this all was futile, as Peggy enjoyed nothing more than being bound as a slave girl and used as one.
Peggy quickly found herself on her knees with her head between the whipmistress’s legs as she lapped away again at the woman’ s pussy. She had to show what a good little slave girl she was by using her tongue to thank the woman for spanking her.
That continued until another whipmistress was sated. The first woman popped the rubber ballgag into the brunette’s mouth. She merely pulled the buckled strap over Peggy’s head. She did not have to tighten it as it would not remain there along.
“Crawl to her,” she ordered, pointing over Peggy’s left shoulder.
The brunette moved there, a couple centimeters at a time. She knew what was going to happen to her once she arrived, but she did not dare tarry.
The whipmistress grabbed a fistful hair.
“Across my lap.”
Another severe spanking followed another session between a woman’s legs.
There were more whipmistresses, more laps, and more pussies.
The last whipmistress removed the handcuffs. Peggy kept her hands behind her back, unsure of what to do.
The whipmistress attached a leash to the back of Peggy’s collar.
“Crawl!” she ordered as she gave the captive a light kick in the fanny with the toe of one boot.
Peggy followed obediently, arms and legs moving as quickly as possible. They moved from the room, down a hall and into a large chamber. Peggy had trouble seeing where she was going. Her long tresses flowed down in pools on the floor. She had to struggle to keep from putting her hands on them.
“On your feet.”
This order was accompanied with a poke to the ribs.
As she stood up, she saw several slave girls on display to her right. “Things are looking up,” she thought as she moved forward.
She moved her legs apart so the whipmistress could secure her legs to rings on the floor. In seconds the whipmistress had her bound to the wall, bent across a metal bar, her hands locked to cuffs on the wall.
Every man who came by had instant access to her pussy.
The whipmistress smiled as she leaned to the left to grab Peggy’s dangling left tittie. Her caress was gentle. She played with the nipple until she had her aroused. Then she quit.
She wanted the brunette aroused. Peggy knew what was going to happen to her. Keeping her aroused until someone used her would be enjoyably frustrating.
A few men stopped for a brief dalliance. For Peggy, it was too few men and the dalliances were far too brief.
Peggy was nothing more than a lot number to the men and those women who guarded her. Some time in the evening, the guards took her to another room where a long line of slave girls bound spreadeagle waited. Her job to was lick pussies.
The room was silent until midnight, silent except for the slurping sound of tongues on pussy lips and the muffled moans of satisfied slave girls.
At midnight they took her to another room where she could sleep.
They bent her across a bar, one similar to a spanking bar. This bar was wider with extra padding. They pulled her legs apart, securing them to rings on the floor so she could not draw them together. They removed the cuffs from her arms so they could secure her arms to other rings on the floor.
It was a most comfortable position, but figuring what Peggy had gone through the day, she was soon sound asleep.
They could have bound her in anyone of a hundred positions, but they chose this one because it made her pussy available. The room had public access. A man passing by could avail him of her pussy. There was nothing like being awakened from a sound sleep by a massive orgasm.
Peggy thrashed around in her bondage before falling asleep again.
In the morning they had more training for her. Peggy had already passed the first stage. She demonstrated she would do anything ordered. The only thing that kept them from selling her immediately was her bright red ass. A scarlet fanny meant the slave girl had been punished. A punished slave girl was one who was disobedient. That would affect her sale price. They would continue her training until her bottom had recovered from her first spanking.
In the meantime, they would train her not only to obey, but also to enjoy serving others.
In the early morning they took her into a room for cock training. The whipmistress led her up to the next available training block. She held her arm out so she stepped on one side of the block while Peggy was on the other. As she pulled on the leash the luscious brunette had to crawl up on the block. The mistress spun her about so her head was at the proper end. She pulled the leash down toward the bottom of the block where she tied it to a hook. Peggy was going nowhere.
The mistress left her momentarily while she waited for a couple French Maids to finish working on the previous slave girl.
It was now Peggy’s turn.
One French Maid climbed on top Peggy, straddling her bottom while the whipmistress removed Peggy’s handcuffs. The French Maid held Peggy’s hands together palm-to-palm. The second French Maid held a cord ready to bind her. She looped it about Peggy’s wrists half a dozen times before cinching them. When she had the ends tied together, the luscious brunette was helpless.
The first French Maid continued to hold the brunette’s arms as the second French Maid looped a cord about the captive’s upper arms at the elbows. Before cinching these loops, she pulled on the ends, slowly drawing Peggy’s elbows together. Often, with new slave girls, they had to stop when the elbows were a centimeter or two apart. Peggy had so much experience being bound that she could pull them together so they touched.
When she finished, the first French Maid climbed off Peggy. She moved the far end of the block where the brunette’s feet hung over the edge. She grabbed the ankles to cross them.
The second French Maid found a third cord, which she looped about Peggy’s ankles. This time she merely looped the cord several times and tied the ends together.
The first French Maid pulled her feet in the air, so her knees were bent at a 90-degree angle. She held them in that position while the second French Maid moved toward Peggy’s shoulders. She formed a cord into three large loops that she slid down over Peggy’s shoulders until they were about half way down her upper arms. She quickly tied the ends together. Once again, she left slack in the loops.
She tied one end of a larger and longer cord to the loops in back. She moved down toward Peggy’s feet, drawing the working end of the cord with her. She tucked it between Peggy’s calves, passing it up over top, before drawing it back toward the captive’s head. After tucking the end under the loops, she pulled it back toward Peggy’s feet.
She pulled as the other French Maid pushed on Peggy’s feet. As her feet came forward, her knees spread apart. The second French Maid, the one holding the end of the cord, shifted her position a little so she held the cord with one hand and Peggy’s feet with the other. This allowed the first French Maid to let go. She moved to the other side of the block. This position allowed her to use her hands to push down on Peggy’s feet. She continued to push down until the slave girl’s heels were pressed against her hands.
The second French Maid let go of Peggy’s feet. She tucked the end of the long cord under the loops about Peggy’s upper arms and body. She tied it tightly, cinched it, and tied it again.
This left Peggy bound in a severe hogtie with her legs spread.
The French Maids adjusted Peggy’s position on the block.
Attached to rings on the bottom on one side of the block was a pair of broad leather straps. The second French Maid pulled the strap up and tossed it over the slave girl’s upper arms in the same vicinity as the loops.
She then moved to the end of the block at Peggy’s head. Placing her hands on Peggy’s shoulders, she pushed down until the brunette’s upper chest was flush against the block. The first French Maid stuck the end of the strap through a buckle. She sat on the floor so she could put one high-heeled foot against the side of the block to give herself more leverage as she pulled. With her other foot she pushed the buckle down. They designed the buckles so a slave girl could secure it with her feet.
A second strap went across the Peggy’s lower back. The left the luscious slave’s body pinned to the top of the block from her upper chest to her abdomen. Peggy could not wiggle at all which was what they wanted.
While they were doing that, the whipmistress crossed the room to get a slave girl. She was one of those destined for eventual sale. She had moved up in the hierarchy. She was only a week from being sold so they were using her in another capacity.
Except for the stockings, garter belt and high heels, she was stark naked. Besides having her hands cuffed behind her back and a delicious ballgag stuffed in her mouth, she wore a blindfold. She had done this before so she knew what was expected of her. She felt hands attach a leash to her collar. A gentle tug told her to move forward.
The whipmistress maneuvered her so she knelt in front of Peggy’s head, her face only centimeters away.
About four centimeters down from the top the chain protruded from a hole. She drew the end of the chain forward. As she did that, the kneeling slave girl leaned forward. She locked the chain to the ring on the collar.
By then the two French Maids were down. The whipmistress cuffed them and moved them over to the next block so they were ready to secure the next slave girl to that block.
She returned to the foot of the block. All the items she needed were there. She attached a pole to a machine securely bolted to the floor. At the end of the pole was a large dildo. A few adjustments to the length of the pole so the tip of the dildo was in Peggy’s cunt. She had to move around to the other side of the machine to adjust the machine so it would operate correctly.
She moved back to the other end where the second slave girl knelt. She pushed the woman’s long hair over her shoulder so she could get at the buckle of the gag strap. When she had it out, that slave girl raised her head a little, knowing what was coming.
Her new gag was a double dildo gag. The dildo protruding from her mouth was much longer than the one in her mouth - that was why she put her head back.
The whipmistress leaned to the right to get at the buckle holding the ballgag in her mouth. She pulled it out with her left hand while her right grabbed a handful of Peggy’s dark tresses. As she pulled up, Peggy’s head came up and back. The slave girl immediately moved her head forward, inserting the tip of the dildo into the brunette’s mouth. It took a few adjustments to get it correct. The crown of the dildo was in Peggy’s mouth while the slave girl had her head back as far as she could.
The whipmistress moved back to the device. She lifted a dozen half-kilo weights, two at a time until she had them all mounted on the upper peg. When she pulled the restraining pin out, the first weight dropped down onto a hook. That put the whole device in motion. The pole moved forward, driving the dildo into Peggy’s pussy. At the same time, it pulled the chain through the block, drawing the slave girl forward and driving the second dildo into her mouth.
The two shafts entered the slave girl simultaneously as she was fucked on both ends simultaneously.
Using a slave girl to hold the dildo gave it a personal touch. The dildo being rammed into her pussy was rigid. The one in her mouth had more play. Because the slave girl could not hold her head steady, it was almost as though it was the real thing being rammed into her mouth and drawn out again.
When the half-kilo weight reached the bottom, the next fell off and the whole cycle started over again.
That was only one part of Peggy’s training. When that session was over, they led her into another room where her training would continue on the other gender.
One slave girl was bound spreadeagle. They suspended her in the air so the tips of her high heels were a couple centimeters above the floor.
Another slave girl lay on her back with her head raised a few centimeters off the floor. They positioned Peggy so she had no trouble reaching the suspended slave girl’s cunt with her tongue. They strapped her calves to the floor so her own cunt was pressed against the slave girl’s mouth.
The latter’s tongue excited Peggy to lick more rapidly. She raced to have her orgasms before the other slave girl came.
The screams of the other slave girls undergoing similar training drowned out hers.
Even at the end of the day the beautiful brunette’s training did not end. To increase a slave girl’s value, she had to have no more than the proverbial 1 percent body fat.
They forced Peggy to her knees before removing the ballgag. The new gag was a plug gag – a leather bag riveted to a leather strap. When the ends of the strap were buckled together behind her head, there was little protruding from her face (as the ballgag had).
They changed gags to fasten a leather discipline helmet over her head. One guard laced it up the back, pulling the leather tight about her head. There was more to the helmet. A leather strap encircled her head, pressing leather against her ears so she could hear nothing. A second strap passed around her lower head to hold the gag securely in her mouth. A third strap passed under her chin and over the top of her head. This forced her mouth to remain closed on the gag. The final strap went about her neck. They applied a padlock so the helmet could come off only with permission.
They pulled Peggy to her feet and led her forward into a large room with an automatic walker. A dozen slave girls were already attached to the rotating arms. More came behind Peggy until the captives numbered an even three dozen.
When it came time to get them moving, they threw a few levers. The arms rotated, dragging the slave girls after them.
The pace was frantic so the slave girls had to trot quickly around in the circle. Having been trained as a ponygirl, Peggy had no trouble keeping up. Others had more trouble.
Woe to the slave girl who could not keep up. If they had to stop the device, someone had to be punished.
The slave girl would be treated to a special training regimen that insured she luckily was in shape.
They stopped the device once to remove a slave girl. They dragged her into another room where the unfit little slave girls were given remedial training.
This slave girl was forced to bend over with her legs spread. While one guard held her head down, a whipmistress dragged a stone block over behind the captive. The block weight twenty kilograms. On one side of the block was a heavy ring to which was attached a chain. The whipmistress attached a butt plug to the end.
She judged the distance and placement of the slave girl‘s asshole. Before the slave girl could react, she rammed it in. The captive tried to straighten up but could not. The guard kept a tight grip on her. She could wiggle her butt and move her legs a little, but that was about it.
The whipmistress pulled out an end wrench. Behind the plug there was a hex nut. She wrapped her right arm about the slave girl’s hips to steady her target. As she turned the nut, the plug grew shorter and wider. When she stopped, it would not come out of slave girl’s butt.
The guard’s job was to keep the slave girls from escaping. The whipmistress trained and disciplined slave girls.
Crack!
Crack!
She could not communicate with the slave girl, but she did not have to. The pounding on her bottom was enough to get her to step forward. She could not move much because she was attached to the block.
She strained against the chain as the switch continued to land on her bottom.
Slowly she crept forward.
In another room, a meeting took place. The clerks checked the records of the various slave girls in training. One of those was Peggy’s lot number. She had passed every test. A series of check marks was made after her number.
She was ready to be sold. All they had to do was wait for the red to disappear from her body.
In less than a week Peggy would find herself on the auction block.
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