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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 125
Canjac’s plan did not end with slapping a slave collar on the naughty nymph. He wanted to extract more punishment than that.
“Trying to run away is only one bad this she has done. She also is reluctant to suck cock. Could I prevail on you gentlemen to give her a good pussy whipping until she wants a cock in her mouth.”
“You just want us to run her through it once?”
“No, just run her through until she learns her real purpose in life. Then bring her to my place. I’m throwing a little party. I just came into possession of a new group of slave girls.”
The men were not stupid and they were pretty sure that the reason Erin did not want to suck cock was that Canjac had just recently slapped a collar about her pretty neck the new group of slave girls had to be Erin’s former slaves.
That was how Erin found herself standing on the pussy whipper. The laminated label on the side said the device had a proper name and a couple nicknames, but the pussy whipper pretty much said it all.
She stood with her high heels on a pair of stirrups that ran up her back to her waist. A leather strap about her slender waist kept her in place while a strap about each lower shin kept her from moving her legs.
Her legs were spread, her pussy exposed.
The operational part of the pussy whipper was where she stood vulnerable. The set up area was in front of her. A wooden wheel four centimeters thick stood on each before her. An axle penetrated the center with the ends resting on a ramp on each side. The men adjusted the height of the ramps; they wanted the wheel to pass several centimeters under the brunette’s crotch.
The key part of the device where the twelve leather straps mounted on the side of the wheel. The straps hung limply down from the device, but when it started spinning, centrifugal force would cause them to stand out straight.
A pair of leather belts was attached to the axles next to the wheels. The men hung the weights and released the brake. The wheel spun slowly at first, then faster and faster until the leather straps stuck straight out. They then released a second brake that allowed the device to move forward slowly.
The anticipation was almost as bad as the pain.
Erin knew what they were about to do to her. She tried to move her hips to the right and left but her cunt could not move much at all.
In three or four minutes, the first of the tips struck her cunt. Pain shot through her pussy. She tried to get out of the way, but the pummeling was relentless.
When they gave her the opportunity to suck cock, she was only too happy to do it.
Her effort must have been lacking through as put her back on the device. One time was not enough though. They sent her through it twice.
Boy, did she ever enjoy it, or at least she acted as though she did.
Canjac had a stop to make before returning to his compound. He had to insure that Erin was his registered slave girl. That required a few well-placed bribes. That gave him legal ownership of Erin’s slave girls.
He then sent men to collect them.
“What, uh, happens when we, uh, find your girl friend?”
“She enjoys wearing a collar, so just leave her in it. Tell her she has to earn her dildo gag by midnight, or she gets a spanking.”
“How do I identify her?”
“Tall brunette. Take all the tall brunette’s aside and tell them one at a time.”
Jan entered Canjac’s compound through the small door in back. She had not knocked, she simply entered. Since the foray to rescue his property, she had come over often. As Peggy showed up less, she came more often.
An almost continuous mewing sound attracted her to the left where she knew Canjac had some training rooms. She moved in that direction since she did not see Canjac about.
The room had an automatic walker. She had seen these in use before, usually two or four arms. Once she saw one with eight. This one had four, but there were far more slave girls than that.
There were four slave girls attached to the four rotating arms. With each arm ten meters long, the diameter was something more than 60 meters. The distance between each arm was an arc of 15 meters, allowing for five or six additional slave girls between the rotating arms. The blonde counted. There were three or four between the slave girls attached to the arms.
One slave girl stood at the arm with the ring on her collar locked to the ring on the arm. Another slave girl stood behind her, tethered to the ring on the back of the first slave girl’s collar. Another was tethered behind her. To insure they remained organized, a chain ran from the last slave girl’s collar to the arm behind her.
None of the slave girls noticed her as each wore a black leather slave hood that covered her eyes and ears. Jan saw that the hoods were on permanently as she could see two or three padlocks on each.
They were not alone. Two of Canjac’s men rotated about the ground. The slave girls move counterclockwise, the men moved clockwise. Periodically they flicked switches against bare bottoms to spur them on.
“Who are they?” she asked when a man passed by.
“Haven’t you wondered what happened to the Amazons?”
Jan’s eyebrows shot up at this notice and she smiled.
“I have heard that Amazons make the best slave girls.”
She heard the other man chuckling as he passed.
She found Canjac in a hallway with three of his men. When he saw the blonde approach, he nodded and gestured toward the door.
“You said you had need of my talent.”
“I have a new slave girl. I have an idea on how I want to punish her. I want your help.”
Canjac directed her into another room where Erin waited.
The brunette wore a ballgag harness. The chinstrap forced her to bite down on the rubber ball, insuring her silence. A chain from the ceiling was locked to the ring on top the harness. She could move less than a meter in any direction.
She wanted to move, Canjac’s guards saw to that. A couple men circled around her with switches. Every time she moved in one direction, a man would swat her on the hip. She spun about to get away from the switch, but in doing so, she presented a target in another direction.
She could not tell what was going on as she wore a blindfold.
The two watched her for almost half a women.
Jan leaned over to whisper, “What do you want to do to her?”
“I’ll show you. One of my men checked a dozen green grocers in search of the largest gingerroot in town.”
With a nod of his head, he signaled the men to bring the buxom brunette along.
At the end of the corridor, they came to the room where Canjac liked to display his merchandise for potential buyers.
He also held some swinging parties there.
He pointed to the floor under one of the omnipresent dangling chains. While his men positioned the arrogant bitch there, Canjac drew a spreader bar from a supply cabinet. As he approached the captive, he tossed it to the man.
He returned to the cabinet to get three pieces of rope. By the time he returned to Erin, they had the spreader bar between her ankles so she had to stand with her feet a meter and a half apart.
Canjac moved behind her. He tossed two ropes over his left shoulder.
The remaining one he looped around Erin’s upper arms a centimeter from the elbows. She tried to resist, but with the handcuffs, spreader bar and blindfold she could do nothing. Canjac grabbed the ends of the rope and pulled as hard as he could, drawing her elbows together. He tied a quick overhand knot to keep the loops tight. He then pushed one end between her upper arms and the other between her forearms. When he pulled this time, he cinched those first few loops.
With her arms largely immobile, she could not resist when he tied the end of the second rope to her left wrist. When he removed the handcuffs, she tried to fight further bondage but she was far too helpless to do much. She tied her wrists together palm-to-palm, cinching them so there was no slack.
She now could move her arms no more than a couple centimeters to the right and left.
Canjac pulled the blindfold off her head. Erin blinked rapidly as her eyes became used to the light.
Canjac turned to one of the men and made a circular motion with his hand. The man moved to a windlass on the wall. When he turned the handle, the chain came down from the ceiling. Canjac singled him to stop when the bottom link almost reach Erin’s neck.
He threaded the final rope through the bottom link. As he tied one end to the rope about her wrists, Erin tried to turn her head to see what was going on behind her but her hair blocked her view. Canjac passed the rope from her left hand to her right as he moved around in front of her. Once in front of her, he tied the other end to the ring on top her head.
As he stepped back, he motioned the man at the windlass to turn the handle. As the chain shorten, Erin’s hands were drawn into the air behind her. She had to bend over, putting her head back.
When the brunette’s upper body was parallel to the floor, he signaled the man to stop.
“What do you think about this as a target,” he said as he moved around behind Erin again. Jan joined him.
He gestured at Erin’s pink asshole.
The blonde smiled.
“Where’s that humongous gingerroot your man bought?”
While the blonde carved it into the correct shape, Canjac retrieved two more objects from the supply cabinet.
Each device was a cord with a spring clip on each end. When one pulled on the cord, the maniples of the clamp pulled together.
Canjac slid one clamp under the severe arch of the fifteen-centimeter high heel. He massaged her right nipple to make it hard, then attached one clamp. He ran the other up to the right side of her cunt but did not attach it.
Twenty centimeters from one end of the device was a brass cylinder used to adjust its length. Canjac used his thumb to make coarse changes to the length. This required him to run it up to Erin’s pussy several times until he knew the length was close.
He attached the clamp to the labia. Her eyes opened when he did that. Her breathing became labored.
“Calm down. This isn’t bad. It will get a lot worse in a few seconds.”
He used his index finger and thumb to turn a hex nut on the end. Her eyes shot open and she grunted when pain shot through her cunt. He gave the hex nut half a turn to loosen it a little.
Canjac applied the second device as he had the first. He moved back and forth between the two to get the tension even.
Erin could feel the clamps on her nipples and cunt. As long as she did not move, the pain was not too bad.
She could not remain motionless very long. She shifted a little back and forth. Pain erupted between her legs and on her chest.
She whimpered each time her body flexed.
Jan held up the gingerroot she had been working on while Canjac set Erin in bondage. The dildo she carved was extra large. As she held it up, she twisted it back and forth.
When Canjac nodded, the blonde moved around behind Erin.
“Open wide and say ‘Ah.’”
“Aaaggggggrrrrraaa!!”
Jan shoved it in and twisted it back and forth.
“Aaaggggggrrrrraaa!! Aaaggggggrrrrraaa!! Aaaggggggrrrrraaa!!”
Pushing it was would have sufficed, but she enjoyed seeing her victim squirm.
“Aaaggggggrrrrraaa!! Aaaggggggrrrrraaa!! Aaaggggggrrrrraaa!!”
“What do we do now?”
“We wait. We watch. We enjoy.”
The burning in her ass forced Erin to squirm. Pain more intense than any paddle shot through her body.
Just as Erin’s whimpering had reached a pleasant hum, the two were distracted by a noise at the high bay door.
“They are bringing in the rest of her merchandise. I made a few well-placed bribes to make her legally mine and so all her possessions become mine also.”
One of those possessions was Andrea. Remember her? Cute as a button. Killer body.
Canjac’s men came collect all Erin’s slave girls from the kennel. She was just one, but the leader of the group spotted her immediately. She was something special.
She was part of the coffle led across town to Canjac’s compound. She had no idea where she was. She had no idea who Canjac was.
She waited in line in a hallway while Canjac came out.
“Boss, take a look at this one.”
“This one” was Andrea.
They removed the end of her tether chain, pulled her forward.
“She is a beauty!”
They had the blonde slowly rotate about so Canjac could inspect her body.
“Let’s see if she can perform as well as she looks.”
Jan had no interest in watching.
“Mind if I look around at your merchandise?”
“Go ahead. I’m in a good mood. Maybe we can strike a deal.”
Andrea wiggled her ass past Jan as she followed her new master into the room where Erin’s agony grew exponentially.
In line behind Andrea was Peggy, the originator of this scenario. Canjac’s interest in her had disappeared once he saw Andrea. Peggy enjoyed being treated as a slave girl so he indulged her fantasy by treating her as one.
Second after entering the room with her master, Andrea found herself on her knees with her head between his legs. She extended her head forward to kiss the tip of her cock. Opening wide, she took into her mouth as much of his cock as she could.
She had forgotten how good it felt to suck cock.
Her head jerked forward and back, forward and back.
Her blue eyes looked up at Canjac, searching for some sign of approval.
A man’s cock filled her mouth. Her beautiful face moved forward and back, faster and faster as she tried to please him.
She knew she was exactly where she was meant to be.
The end.
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