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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 124
Erin had a throbbing headache. She was afraid to open her eyes for fear the light would cause the pain to increase.
How had this happened?
She had been at her favorite club. There was a blonde there she didn’t know. What was her name?
Jan. That was it, Jan.
They had several drinks. Well, maybe they had more than several. The blonde had this big-chested brunette named Leah. She remembered the slave girl was anxious to please her mistress. The way the slave girl wanted to please her mistress made her think Jan was an Amazon.
(She did not realize that no Amazons were blondes.)
A lock of hair was in her mouth. She rubbed her left hand across her cheek but that hair remained in her mouth.
She raised her hand to her face again.
This time she sat upright with a start.
It was not a hair in her mouth, it was a ballgag.
Her hands grabbed at it, but the rubber ball in her mouth would not come out. A strap around her head held it in place. She reached behind her head with her hands. The buckle had a lock.
How had this happened?
She ran to the mirror to see what it was. As she looked, she saw that she wore a garter belt, stockings and high heels.
The most important thing though was that gag in her mouth. She had to get it out.
She stopped in shock. The ballgag was no longer important.
What was important was that slave collar about her neck.
She grabbed the leather band with both hands. Her fingers tried to get under it, but it was too snug.
She took a couple steps and almost fell over.
“Mmmmmffffftttt?” (Translation: “These damn shoes!!)
She ran toward the door. She had her hand on the doorknob but did not swing it open. She could not go out without clothes on.
She returned to the bed to get the sheet but there was none, no sheets, no blanket, nothing she could use to cover her nakedness.
She paced back and forth as she tried to figure out a plan.
Her left hand fingered the collar. She did not dare go out in public like this.
She froze when she heard the door open behind her. She jumped to the side of the room to hide behind a wardrobe.
The French Maid entered quickly, her high heels clicking on the hard floor merrily. She saw the bed was unmade, so she went to it first.
Erin knew she did not have much time before the French Maid saw her. She glanced at the door. The French Maid had left it open. As a slave girl she had no privacy so she left it open so anyone without could look in. The beautiful brunette looked back at the French Maid. As with every slave girl, she was gagged so she did not have to worry about her making a noise.
She took a step toward the door. She tried to walk quickly, but in high heels she could not. The French Maid turned toward her, but her long hair got in her way. She had to straighten and turn.
Once she realized the French Maid was going to look, she raced for the door. The French Maid ran after her. Erin reached the door first, swinging it shut so it closed with a load “bang.”
The French Maid was on her before she could turn. She had more experience in heels than Erin did so it was an unequal fight. Erin was motivated to try to regain her freedom while the French Maid only desired to secure another slave girl.
They wrestled about on the floor. They rolled over and over.
Since both were gagged, there was little noise to the fighting, but they still made strange sounds.
Let’s admit it. They threw few punches, but there was a lot of hair pulling. They rolled around on the floor, first in one direction, then in the other.
Eventually someone heard something. A French Maid opened the door to see what the sound was. One look at the sight of a French Maid and a naked woman rolling on the floor told her something was wrong. She ran for help. She could not tell the mistress what was wrong, but she gestured wildly down the corridor.
The mistress’s first thought was that the slave girl was being disobedient. It was something of a natural feeling. Her first thought was to have some justification for punishing this slave girl. She soon realized the slave girl was trying to tell her something.
The slave girl allowed the mistress to take the lead. As they approached the door, the mistress heard sounds that told her something was wrong.
When she saw the two wrestling around on the floor, she assumed the worst (again). She grabbed the first slave girl by the upper arm and spun her into the room.
“Help her!”
The slave girl jumped on the two.
The mistress knew this would not end soon.
“I need some help in here!”
That brought another mistress at a run. In seconds they had Erin on her front with her wrists cuffed behind her back. The two French Maid immediately rose to heir knees. They were uncertain they were going to be punished or reward for their efforts.
Erin tried to roll over so she could sit up (and get ready to make another escape attempt) but the mistress frustrated that by planting her left boot in the woman’s back. Every time the beautiful brunette tried to move, she added a little pressure.
“You two,” she said, indicating the kneeling slave girls. “Grab her by the feet and drag her down to the punishment room.”
She waited until the two came to their feet before removing her foot so she could step out of the way. Erin tried to roll over again, but the slave girl on her left grabbed her by the ankle and pulled up, forcing her to remain face down. The second slave girl had to wait until the mistress had gotten out of the way before she could reach the captive’s feet.
The mistress started off without waiting to see if the two French Maids did what she ordered. If they succeeded, Erin would soon be downstairs. If they failed (they would be punished) and the buxom brunette would quickly be caught.
Erin twisted and bucked to try to force them to let go of her ankles, but they held on with both hands and pulled. Facedown, Erin slid across the floor to the door. From there, they turned left to follow the balcony.
If you think Erin had it bad then, you should have seen it when they dragged her down the steps. Her head bounced on each step.
She had resisted on the balcony, but she did not try to escape once they had her on the ground floor.
“On her feet.”
The two let go of her ankles so they could grab her by the upper arms and pull her to her feet. The mistress pointed toward a simple spanking bar.
“On her back.”
They stretched the lovely brunette backwards so her lower back pressed against the bar.
“Hold her like that.”
The mistress attached a leather cuff to each ankle. A short chain connected the cuff to a ring in the floor.
As she rose, she placed her right hand against Erin’s chest.
“You,” she said to one of the French Maids. “Come here.” As soon as the slave girl was within reach, she removed her black satin panties. As she straightened again, she added, “On her face.”
With that order, the mistress shoved against the brunette’s chest, causing her head to fall back toward the floor.
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
Erin was afraid she would hit her head, but the chains stopped her feet from raising that far. The French Maid moved forward to straddle her head, Erin face against her crotch.
The mistress snapped her fingers and pointed toward the floor. The French Maid knelt. She knew the woman was not finished with her yet.
The mistress crossed the room to one of the many cabinets that held supplies used in disciplining slave girls. She pushed aside several gags and blindfolds, various types of cuffs and leashes. She smiled when she found what she wanted.
This required two slave girls (three counting the one on Erin’s face). She found one dusting furniture in the bar and led her to Erin. She laid a large steel D-ring on Erin’s lower abdomen.
The two slave girls knew what she meant, and jumped to obey.
The mistress moved around the spanking bar to stand beside Erin. She used a switch to tap on her bare tits.
“Move your face around. Reward her for helping to secure you.”
Erin did not want to, but the continuous tapping on her nipples hurt. She head moved involuntarily as the pain shot through her bosom.
It took ten minutes before they finished. When the mistress decided they had done enough, she waved them toward the floor. The two knelt.
The mistress stepped around the spanking bar again so her hips touched the brunette’s inner thighs.
They had tied to the captive brunette’s the D-ring. They spent the ten minutes tying the pubic hair about the flat edge of the metal item, one hair at a time. The mistress inserted her right index finger through the D-ring and pulled up.
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!”
She considered that proof that the D-ring was in there solid.
She moved to a wall where several chain leashes hung from hooks on the wall. When she returned, she attached the end of one to the D-ring.
A nod signaled the slave girl to back off Erin’s head.
The brunette straightened up suddenly when the mistress pulled on the leash.
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt.”
“Good. I have your attention. Follow me.
The mistress walked quickly. Erin was unused to walking in high heels and the pull on the leash forced her to move quickly to avoid having the roots of her pubic hair pulled. The mistress led the captive to a public punishment room.
Different inns had different methods of entertaining the customers. Some had singers, some had dancers. Each had a public punishment room where slave girls could be punished before for public delight.
She stepped around a spanking bar, forcing Erin to lean across it. She grabbed Erin’s hair to pull her forward and down. At the same time she dropped the leash on the same side as Erin’s legs. When she had the captive’s head low enough, she moved forward to straddle it. This kept the beautiful brunette’s pinned down. The mistress placed her hands on the upper back, pushing down further. Erin’s feet rose in the air.
She waved another mistress toward her, then pointed down toward the floor. The second mistress brought the leash forward. She locked the leash to the ring on the front of the young woman’s collar.
Both stepped back. Erin remained perched atop the spanking bar with her rump raised slightly in the air.
“Let’s give this impudent thing a little lesson. Slave girls aren’t permitted to run away.”
Erin was in no position to resist when the woman spanked her bottom with a leather paddle. She squirmed at first, but soon discovered that any movement at all caused the D-ring to pull on her public hair.
She had to lie there quietly and accept her punishment.
When that mistress finished, there were others. Some people stopped by the room just to see if there were any little slave girls in need of punishment.
Eventually, someone was free, someone was going across town in the direction of the town square. That person led Erin there (using the D-ring). A few minutes after leaving the inn, she found herself stretched out over another spanking bar, secure in place by a chain running from the D-ring, under the spanking bar, to the collar.
They had one extra treat for the luscious brunette.
They pushed a special dildo into her exposed pussy.
The “special” part of this dildo was the external sheath. A few centimeters penetrated the brunette’s pussy. It was in her so far that there was little chance it would come out on its own. The sheath pressed against her labia. Four springs kept the dildo from remaining permanently in her pussy. It could go in another ten centimeters, but when the pressure was released, the spring would push the dildo back out.
Eight rubber ridges protruded from the dildo. When it was pushed in, they rubbed against her labia on the way in, exciting her. The end was large and reinforced with a steel band to keep it from coming apart.
It was heavy duty.
The person who bound her there pressed the palm of his hand against the butt of the dildo. Pushing hard he rammed it in her. When he pulled his hand away, the springs caused it to pop out. He rammed it in. It popped out. In and out, in and out, in and out.
Erin’s breath became labored as this continual assault on her pussy aroused her.
Once he had accomplished that, he switched from his hand to a wooden paddle.
Smack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
the force of the blow striking the button of the dildo drove it in. the paddle continued forward until it contacted her soft flesh.
Smack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
What exquisite agony!
She was approaching an orgasm even as the pain shot through her red rump.
Smack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
When he left, other people came by who wanted to punish her.
The price of having an orgasm was to have the spanker intensify the frequency and force of the blows.
At some time in the early afternoon, a city official came by. Without disturbing the fun of those spanking the luscious brunette, he wrote down the registration number on her collar. When he returned to city hall, he passed those numbers he had written down to the Bureau of Slave Girl Registration. By checking the requisition number, they could tell who she belonged ot.
“Hmm. I think this warrants bringing this one here.”
That was how Erin ended up in the clerk’s office of the Bureau. She had to walk there with that dildo still stuck between her legs. Warned of further punishment if she let it fall out, she had to clench her muscles together to hold it in.
They had her stand bent over while they waited for her owner.
While they waited, they placed with the dildo, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm before stopping.
Had she not been gagged, she would have begged to be fucked.
“here he comes! Here he comes!”
They came to their feet. They respected the powerful.
We brought her here to insure she wouldn’t get lost,” said one.
As they expected all were tipped well.
He moved over in front of Erin so he could pull her erect by the hair.
“This little morsel had illusions of getting away. I guess she has a severe lesson to learn.”
Erin looked up into Canjac’s smiling eyes.
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