Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 34
Except for the occasional moan of a slave girl as a switch played across
her soft flesh, all was silent in the town. No furtive figures lurked in the
shadows nor flickered past the dim light cast by the occasional unshuttered
window. Perhaps the only sign of movement was the faint clanging of a bell as a
ship rocked to and fro on the water.
Several blocks from the ocean, the inn stood cloaked in the darkness of
the night. A lantern near the door lit the way for the lonely traveler but few
came in the direction. People with money went elsewhere. Those who came here
were afraid of the darkness or had something to hide.
In this inn, plots were hatched; schemes were developed; plans were made.
This night, well after midnight, behind a locked door, the germinal of an idea
were being put to the test.
"Are you sure about this?" Donna asked.
"Of course not! But I don't see what else we can do. At least let me give
it a try."
Nancy and Donna discussed Canjac's idea of them smuggling themselves into
town disguised as slave girls. Nancy wondered whether she could stand to be
tied up for the journey. The trip up the coast by the cargo boat would be less
than a day. Sure, she had been tied up before, they all had played that game.
Most free women had a fantasy of being helplessly tied up, and then forced to
come over and over and over by the hungry mouth of a slave girl. Or to be used
by an endless line of insatiable men.
But to be tied up for almost a day?
"What do you think?"
Nancy held her arms out as she danced around in a little circle. She was
naked and enjoying it. While a free woman might expose her tits or pussy in
public so a slave girl could service her, she did not expose her body for the
admiration of others. That was why they had slave girls.
"I've seen better bodies."
Nancy slammed her hands on her hips.
"Whose?"
"Well, Nadia's for one."
The leader of D.A.A.M. pouted. Her friend spoke the truth. She knew Donna
had a better body than she did too. Her friend's titties were just as big as
Nadia's were, and the mistress was thirty centimeters shorter than their newly
acquired slave girl.
"Okay. Let's get on with it."
"What do you want to do first?"
"Get some clothes on."
The two laughed. There was little difference between a fully dressed slave
girl and one stark naked. Many argued that the scantily-clad slave girl with
her charms barely hidden was sexier than one buck naked.
The leader of D.A.A.M. decided on a standard slave girl's outfit. Black
satin bikini panties covered her lower body, one small triangle in back and a
much smaller one in front. Donna helped her tie the bows on her hips to hold
this shiny garment in place.
The beautiful brunette looked down at the triangle barely covering her
pubic hair. The tip of her tongue nervously slid across her lower lip. A tug on
either bow and the black satin would fall away, exposing her most private
charms.
Nancy snapped the flared, pink satin miniskirt together about her slender
waist. Three tiny pearl buttons from the hem to the waistband held it together.
The halter top was little more than two pink satin triangles that lifted
the wear's titties and pulled them together while offering little support.
While Donna tied the ends of the strings together behind her neck, Nancy stared
at her chest. Her nipples formed little cones in the material.
"Don't forget...." she began.
With that, Donna pulled the pins from Nancy's hair so her dark tresses
fell down to her waist.
"I thought you might tie me up in a hogtie."
"I'm doing the tying. You are pretending to be the slave girl. I decide
how you get tied up."
"Yes, Mistress," Nancy said in a meek little voice. She and Donna erupted
into loud laughter.
"Turn around with your hands behind your back."
The buxom brunette doubled the cord over to form a loop. Threading the
ends through the loop, she formed another loop about Nancy's wrists. She
quickly pulled it tight before making two more passes with the cord so a total
of six loops encircled the beautiful captive's wrists. Donna separated the ends
of the cord to pass them between Nancy's hands and forearms. These two loops
cinched the first six loops. She tied the first knot.
Donna had tied Nancy so tightly she had little chance of getting free. The
mistress knew how to tie a woman so she could never escape.
Running the ends of the cord up to the brunette's left elbow, she looped
it about her upper arm. She ran the ends about the right upper arm, and then
around again so there were four loops. Placing her left hand on Nancy's left
arm, she pulled on the ends of the cord in her right hand. This pulled her
elbows together. Donna kept the slack from the line while she cinched and
knotted the cord.
"Well, what do you think?"
She turned her friend around so they faced each other. A mistress treated
a slave girl this way. The mistress stood still while the slave girl moved.
Nancy struggled a little with her bondage.
"Nobody uses cords the way you do."
"I know that. Stand right there."
Donna selected a shorter cord to use next. She passed it around Nancy's
upper arms and chest above her bosom. She tied the ends together in front.
Turning Nancy so she faced the door, she placed the third cord between
Nancy's back and arms, threading it in a loop around the previous loops. As
Donna pulled hard on the working end of the cord, she cinched the loops about
Nancy's upper arms. When she finished, she had Nancy's upper arms pinned to her
back.
The next cord went about Nancy's slender waist, securing her arms against
her lower back. Again, she tied the knot in front. With the beautiful
brunette's arms secured behind her back, there was no way she could reach the
knot to undo it but for good measure Donna used another piece to cinch that one
as she had the one before. When she tied the knot, Nancy's lower arms were
securely snugly against her lower back, rendering her even more helpless.
"I don't think I've ever been tied this tightly before," the captive said,
looking down at her bondage.
"That reminds me...." Donna said. Without finishing that sentence, she
turned to pick up a ballgag. "Good slave girls are seen and not heard. Open
up."
With her left hand she wedged the bright red rubber ball in between the
captive's teeth. Placing both hands on Nancy's jawbone, she pressed the ball
with both thumbs so it popped easily into the brunette's mouth.
The luscious captive knew what to do next. She turned around so her friend
could thread the working end of the strap through the buckle. With practiced
hands she buckled the ends together. The ball could not come out of Nancy's
mouth. She had effectively silenced Nancy until someone chose to remove the
gag.
The captive started to turn, but Donna grabbed her by the upper arms.
"Don't move! I didn't tell you to move," she added.
With Nancy facing the wall, Donna made a few alterations to her captive's
attire. She had pulled the ends of the strings freeing the halter top. Nancy
looked down her boobs. The cords about her body kept the shiny pieces of
material from falling off to expose her titties. She turned her head to grunt a
protest, but she had worse things to complain about by then. Donna pulled the
miniskirt off with one jerk, then tugged on the bows holding the panties on
Nancy's hips. While the cords caused the halter top to remain in place, there
was nothing to hold the panties in place. They fluttered to the floor.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Nancy's futile protests were too late.
Donna spun her captive around. Once the half-naked woman faced her, she
hooked the index finger of her left hand on the string connecting the satin
cups and pulled. When the garment would not come out from beneath the cord, she
grabbed the material with each hand. Despite the resistance, the flimsy halter
top came free.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"Now you look more like a slave girl."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"Be good, or we will continue this out in the lobby."
Nancy's beautiful blue eyes opened wide in horror.
They all had engaged in this sort of playful activity at one time or
another. Dress a free woman as a slave girl and tied her to a post where
everyone could see her. They all considered it fun to be naughty. One episode
was different.
One day they secured Kendall in a pillory in the great room of an inn.
Except for the high heeled sandals, garter belt and stockings, she was naked. A
real slave girl knelt behind her. The beautiful woman could do nothing as the
slave girl used her mouth to make her come time after time.
A man removed Kendall's ballgag. While she came repeatedly, she had to
suck cock until the man came in her mouth. She had no choice. If she did not
please the man, he would punish her as he would any other little slave girl.
Kendall was inexperienced and did not know what to do. But, what was there to
know? She made the man come and he went away happily.
The other women laughed but it was a nervous laugh. Everyone knew that the
next time it could be she. And secretly, each wondered what it would be like to
please man in that manner.
"Sit on the floor with you legs out in front of you."
Not that the beautiful brunette would have objected anyway, but Nancy
realized that she was in no position to do anything other than what Donna
wanted. Slowly she lowered her left knee to the floor, then brought her right
down to join it. Once her bottom touched the floor, she swung her legs around
in front of her.
Donna started at the knees, looping a cord several times about her
friend's lower thighs. After a half dozen passes, she changed the direction of
the cords so the next few passes cinched the first six. When she finished,
Donna tied a long cord to the cord between Nancy's legs. She tossed one end to
the right and the other to the left. She would need them later.
Crawling down to Nancy's feet, she did much the same to her ankles that
she had to her knees. When she sat back, she had Nancy's legs securely bound
together.
"Okay, now get into a kneeling position."
Nancy pulled her legs back, but discovered she could not get them under
her fanny. She tried to jerk her body into the air, but with her arms bound
tightly to her body, she could not get the necessary momentum. Finally Donna
helped by lifting her by her arms.
Nancy looked over her right shoulder as Donna tied one end of a long cord
to her bound ankles. The woman then looped it across the captive's upper thighs
and back down to her ankles. When she tied a knot, she had the brunette's
thighs bound to her calves so she could not raise her fanny off her ankles.
"Now, face down against your knees."
After she did that, Nancy discovered why Donna had that long cord tied to
the cord about her lower thighs. By passing both ends across her upper back,
she insured that the beautiful captive could not raise her body from that
position. Donna had bound her with her large bosom smashed against the top of
her thighs.
But Donna was not done, even though she had her friend helplessly bound.
She brought the ends of the cords up in the air. They crossed at the back of
the brunette's head, pushing it down so her face was against her knees.
(These also pressed Nancy's long hair down about her neck, making it
almost impossible to see that she did not war the collar of a slave girl.)
Smiling broadly, Donna rose to her feet so she could circle around the
kneeling captive to look at her from all sides. She knew Nancy could not see
that satisfied smile on her face. Donna was both beautiful and arrogant and she
enjoyed seeing another beautiful and arrogant woman helplessly bound. When she
reached the point from which she began, she looked down at the captive, her
hands on her hips, her eyes wide with excitement. She knew how uncomfortable
Nancy must feel being bound in that position.
"Now, you just relax and have a good time. I'll be back for you in a few
hours. Or perhaps a few days."
Nancy responded as she hoped she would. She squirmed and made little
grunting noises through the gag. Donna laughed loudly as she closed the door
behind her.
As soon as she heard the door close, the beautiful brunette began
struggling violently to try to get free. She soon discovered that Donna had
bound her too securely for her to move much. As she tried to move each part of
her body, cords dug into her flesh, either there or on the other side of her
body.
She could not escape no matter how hard she tried.
The little grunts she made as she struggled masked the sound of someone at
the door. She did not hear the sound of the knife slipped between the door and
the jamb. A fraction of a millimeter at a time the knife worked the lock until
it popped open.
Nancy stopped wiggling when she heard that sound. Someone was at the door!
She was certain Donna had locked it. At least she thought she had. She tried
to raise her head to see but could not.
"There! That got it!"
The door opened. She could not see it, her face was pressed against her
knees, but she felt the air moving as the door swung open.
Two people entered the room. Their tread was light. They did not wear the
high heels of slave girls. They wore "sensible" shoes of a free woman. The
tread was certainly too light for a man.
"There's nobody here."
Nancy did not count, of course. She was bound as a slave girl so they
assumed she was one. With her long hang about her neck, they could not see that
she did not wear a collar.
"You look over there. I'll look over here."
Though Nancy could not tell, it was the blonde and brunette from the great
room. They were in the inn because they were sneak thieves.
"Toni, here's a bag of coins."
Toni was the tall blonde. Nancy concentrated to remember the name. She
would have her vengeance in the morning. They would find this Toni and whoever
her friend was.
The brunette was Jennifer though Nancy did not know it.
Nancy remained quite still as they moved past her. She was certainly more
valuable as a slave girl than any bag of coins. If they found her bound without
a collar, they could legally turn her into a slave.
The two young women made two complete circuits of the room in search of
loot. They moved quickly and were thorough. They did not care what kind of mess
they left behind. Satisfied they had all the valuables in the room they could
take without getting caught, they left.
Blood surged through Nancy's body. She had almost been caught. The
exhilaration was great. Even after they had left, the captive's breath came in
short, rapid gasps. Her heart pounded quickly in her throat.
She had knelt there as a slave girl and they had taken no notice of her
at all!
She concluded Canjac was correct. If they smuggled themselves into town as
slave girls, no one would notice them.
The trap had been set, and Nancy, with aid from Toni and Jennifer, had
baited it herself.
To be continued ¨C comments welcomed.
