Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 35
The Amazon's headquarters in town lay close to the slave market, but too
not far from the gate leading inland. They owned the whole block. Small shops
on each side street provided a cover should they need one (as Mia had learned
early that day). Within those walls, the Amazons developed plots and
counterplots to turn young women into slave girls while protecting themselves.
The front door led to the reception area where visitors came to transact
the business of buying and selling slave girls. The Amazons recently replaced
the glass door with a heavy oak one. Though they thought it unlikely would
happen, the way D. A. A. M. had operated against them lately, they wanted to
take extra precautions. At sundown, they locked the single door in front and
the two small and one large doors behind the building. They admitted only those
whom they knew.
To the casual passerby at night, the building appeared to be deserted.
Within the walls though, there was a bustle of activity. Slave girls were slave
girls twenty-four hours a day. Those new to the collar had to be taught to
please a mistress at any time of the day.
One figure scurried down the alley behind the block. Halfway down the
block, it ducked into the shadows. Since the objective was the Amazon's
headquarters, we know the person was female.
She paused in the shadows for almost a minute to insure no one followed.
Satisfied she was alone, the figure hurried forward, the cloak billowing out as
she trotted the last few meters to the door. She rapped twice, then she looked
behind her in both directions.
When she heard the covering over the peephole slide open, she leaned
forward so the person within could recognize her. Though no one was around, she
did not want anyone to overhear her name.
She heard the sound of the guard drawing the bolt. Before stepping inside,
she looked behind her again. Once she was inside, the guard closed and locked
the door.
"Why do they have you on the door?" she asked as she removed her cloak.
Lori peered through the peephole for a second before turning to answer.
Lori had arrived with Danielle the day before. She was not one of the regular
Amazons assigned to this town.
"We ran out of people. Most went with Danielle to some little town down
the coast. Almost everyone else is on duty or in the meeting. Did you hear?
Mona disappeared this morning?"
The figure removed her cloak, hanging it on a hook next to the door. The
typical attire of the Amazons was the black leather catsuit. This woman
maintained the motif with a full-length black dress that she had pulled on to
come here. Lori could see the outline of the short white dress she wore
beneath.
"How?"
"If only we knew! She was at the slave market this morning, but then
somehow just disappeared."
"D. A. A. M.?"
"Who else?"
Who else, indeed? Who else besides D. A. A. M. would go about turning
Amazons into slave girls?
"Is D. A. A. M. in town already?"
"We don't know for sure. They are at a little town down the coast, and
there may be an advance party in town. I heard a rumor about a couple of
Amazons sporting slave collars across town. I'm going to see if I can track
down that lead tomorrow."
"I hope you have more luck than the others have had."
The Amazon hurried down the hallway with long, aggressive strides. She was
late for the weekly planning meeting. She turned to take a shortcut through the
entranceway but another Amazon, passing by in the other direction, grabbed her
by the arm to pull her back into the hall.
"Not that way. We have a visitor."
That visitor was Debbie Hamilton. The tall brunette, who had sent Mia into
a trap so the Amazons could enslave her, now wanted to enjoy the fruits of her
effort.
But what had happened to that beautiful brunette after they persuaded her
to accept a slave collar? Her world had degenerated into nothing more than
pussies and pubic.
At that moment, Mia lay on her back on a training table. Straps across her
chest and tummy pressed her back against the table, holding the upper part of
her body immobile. They had strapped her arms under the table. Although a
simple set of cuffs and chains would have rendered the luscious beauty
helpless, they had also fastened leather straps across her upper arms, lower
arms, and wrists so she could not move her arms at all. Then they placed a
device over her upper chest and throat to support the weight of anyone wanting
to be pleased by her tongue. The beautiful brunette had to give pleasure or
suffer the consequences for her bad behavior.
Painful experience had taught Mia to choose to obey. By the time Debbie
arrived, all the Amazons had sampled her tongue. She now work on pleasing a
slave girl whom the Amazons wanted rewarded.
Amused, Debbie watched with an evil smile on her face as this slave girl
came every few seconds. The tall mistress had to wonder how a slave girl could
come bound as she was. They had her hands chained behind her back with a pair
of black leather straps pinning her arms to her body. A rubber ballgag filled
her mouth while a leather blindfold made it impossible for her to see anything.
Every time she came, she threw her head back and tried to scream through the
ballgag.
When her turn came, Debbie sat on the device so her pussy was pressed
against the newly collared slave girl's open mouth. Mia, exhausted, out of
breath, and with a tired tongue, had no choice but to give attention to the
fresh, dry pussy now threatening to suffocate her. She had to please any female
seated atop her.
We did not mention Mia's legs. Oh, yes, they were strapped to the table
too, but the Amazons had drawn them up to her chest first, making the slave
girl's pussy available. Another slave girl knelt with her bowed head over Mia's
pussy. When she heard the slurping sounds made by Mia's tongue on the
recipient's pussy, she pressed her own mouth against the Mia's waiting pussy.
Thus, Mia quickly learned to associate giving pleasure with receiving it.
Causing another woman to come led to her own orgasm. In a few weeks she would
not be able to look at another woman's pussy without becoming aroused.
She was well on her way to becoming another perfect little slave girl.
While the tall mistress was thus occupied by Mia's tongue, they plotted her
downfall in a meeting room not far away. The latecomer took her place midway
down the table on the left.
"Now that we are all here, we can begin."
Clarissa's voice dripped with sarcasm. She nodded to the recording
secretary seated to her left to begin. Opening her notebook, Sylvia turned to
the page where she had written the agenda.
"First order of business: D. A. A. M.," Sylvia read from her notes.
Clarissa spoke first. "Mona is missing. Has anyone seen her since this
morning?"
Only silence and the shaking of heads answered her question. Clarissa
grimaced as let her eyes sweep across the faces staring back at her.
"Has anyone heard from Danielle?"
"She said she would send us a message once she learned something. We
should hear from her tomorrow. It's too soon to expect anything from her."
"They have to be here in town. We've lost too many Amazons over the past
few weeks." She muttered those statements almost to herself. They all thought
the same thing. Still, they trusted Canjac. He always gave them reliable
information and he sent them word that D. A. A. M. had its headquarters in a
little town down the coast.
"So we wait until we hear from Danielle. If they are there, we should
reward Canjac for helping us. What does he like? Blondes?"
"Blondes, brunettes, redheads, short, tall, big tits, little tits," a
voice responded to the rhetorical question. A few Amazons giggled. That could
be a description of their taste in slave girls.
Clarissa looked at Sylvia as a signal to move on.
"Next item. Miranda?"
The Amazon who had arrived last had been studying her nails. She answered
without looking up.
"We have one ready to harvest. We can take her any time. She won't know
the difference between being free and being a slave."
She looked up when she heard the snickers. She could afford to be late to
meetings because her operation was so successful. Women were enslaved, and most
actually enjoyed it. She permitted herself a little smile.
"And we have a new one. A volunteer. She is so anxious to be bound and
forced to serve that it won't take many more days until we have her begging for
a collar."
Sylvia looked at Clarissa for a signal to move on.
"Next item. Our newest project. The Acme College of Cosmetology."
"Did I see Debbie out there?"
"Yeah. She's out there with Mia now. We don't have to worry about her
bothering us for another hour or so."
More snickers. Debbie offered them a seemingly endless supply of nubile
coeds from her firm, a lucrative business for both Debbie and the Amazons. But
why should the Amazons have to share the fruits of their labors with Debbie?
Since the brunette had the body of a slave girl, they easily determined her
fate.
"So I take it that the operation went smoothly today?"
"Yes." All eyes turned on the Amazon who answered.
"After we got a collar on that cute little co-ed, I snooped around the
college posing as a reporter for a large metropolitan newspaper. I asked about
Mia, but no one knew anything. The rumors were something else. I heard from too
different sources that she got a job for some rich woman. There was a lot of
jealousy. I even heard one co-ed say she would like to be in Mia's position."
The laughter became so loud and boisterous that it took almost a minute
for them to regain their composure.
"What about the other operation. Kat?"
Kat, another lovely Amazon, we have already met. Earlier that day she had
masterminded Colleen's disappearance.
"Calvin Cameroon is most pleased."
"What is it going to cost us?"
"He wanted one new slave girl a week. I negotiated him down to one every
two weeks. Plus, we get first refusal rights when he tires of the ones we
provide. In exchange, he will insure that every woman we enslave is legally
registered here in town."
Colleen's role in this narrative is finally revealed. Her body is the
first payment. Her master will provide papers for all the women the Amazons
want to enslave.
"So I take it that what Debbie said is true."
Brenda, seated next to Sylvia, answered.
"Basically. She is owner and president. She also is heavily leveraged. She
owes a lot of money to Roxanne Robertson."
"Foxy Roxy?"
All eyes turned toward Elaine near the end of the table.
"I heard her called that," Brenda said, leaning forward so she could see
Elaine.
"What do you know about her?" Clarissa asked.
"I only met her a couple of times. Incredibly rich. Not too bright. She
has visions of being an Amazon. I led her on but..." The Amazon pointed to her
hair and mouthed "blonde."
No one realized that there were no blonde Amazons. As far as the Amazons
were concerned, blondes were fit only to be slave girls. The Amazons were also
extremely jealous of them.
"We can use that to our benefit," Clarissa mused aloud as she stared at the
ceiling.
"Foxy Roxy can fix things on her end."
She leaned forward to look at Brenda.
"So what do we need to take over the college?"
"Debbie functions as an absentee landlord. The actual day-to-day operation
is run by her office manager. Replace her with our own person, and the place
will continue to function as before. Then we can remove Debbie without losing
anything."
"Do we have anyone we can get in there?"
"What about Charlene Charles? We can use Calvin Cameroon to take over her
job."
Charlene, an undercover agent in the registrar's office, helped forge the
papers that allowed the Amazons to circumvent the laws against enslaving women
in town.
"She is in pretty much the same job now in that office, and nobody knows
she is one of us."
"Get Charlene moving on that. Who wants to take care of the office
manager?'
Samantha, seated at the far end of the table, waved a hand.
"Pass your notes down to her."
The meeting then turned its attention to the market situation. For some
reason, a glut of blue-eyed brunettes had driven the price down. Discussion
centered on how to turn this to the Amazons' benefit.
Brenda slid her notes to the left. The papers regarding the office manager
made their way slowly down the table as each woman wanted to look at them
before passing them on. Miranda was no different from the others. She started
to slide them to her left but stopped suddenly. Jerking them out from under the
fingers of the next Amazon, she pulled them back. As she read through them, her
eyes opened wide and a smile appeared on her face.
Then she sat back in her chair and began to laugh loudly.
Sylvia turned toward Clarissa and spoke in a dramatic monotone, "I think
she's lost it."
to be continued -- comments welcomed
