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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 36
Nancy used her executive authority as the leader of D. A. A. M. (Dominant
Anti-Amazon Mistresses) to appoint Mandi as the girl to put the plan into
operation. A dozen beautiful slave girls simply could not appear out of nowhere
without questions being asked. Arrangements had to be made for them to be
shipped to the city. Papers had to be signed. The job had considerable
responsibility. Of all the members of D. A. A. M., she ran the greatest risk of
being caught by the Amazons.
While the other members of D. A. A. M. spread out through the small seaside
town to buy their outfits, Mandi sat in the room with her lower lip protruding
in an adorable pout.
She knew Nancy did not really like her. After all, with her light hair she was
often considered a blonde. The brunette Nancy would naturally be jealous of her
natural coloring.
What Mandi believed was that Nancy was sacrificing her for the benefit of the
others. Canjac had proposed a plan the day before would get them safely into
town. Nancy had already sent a message to several friends in town to expect a
shipment of a dozen barrels of slave girls. No one, especially the Amazons,
would suspect that those dozen barrels contained free women intent on making
slaves of as many Amazons as was possible. The only people who knew would be
Nancy's friends in town, those women in the barrels, Mandi, and Canjac. There
was no way anything could go wrong.
The problem, from Mandi's point of view, was that the Amazons were sure to
catch her when she tried to flee. She was afraid that as Nancy and the others
entered the town in the barrels, she would be entering town wearing the collar
of an Amazon slave.
Mandi decided to get revenge.
First she had to make arrangements to get the others into town. Usually
barrels were used only as a means of getting a slave girl on and off a ship.
The barrel staves would make escape impossible while she was shipped. Various
workmen would cart them to a ship where the crew would store in the hold until
the ship was far from land. Then the slave girls would be removed from the
barrels and inserted in cages.
As they approached land, the crew would do the opposite. The slave girls would
be inserted into barrels again and stored near a hatch. Once docked, they would
be offloaded and transferred to wagons for distribution.
This was a short journey so there would be no need to remove the captives from
the barrels (which was why the plan was so appealing to Nancy and her company).
For a slave girl or two, the shipping would not be worthwhile. The trip to town
was so short it made more sense to send them by wagon. While one or two slave
girls in barrels might raise questions, a dozen, packaged safely in barrels
made sense. A dozen were too many to fit into a wagon. And a dozen slave girls
were far too valuable to run the risk of them being hijacked.
Mandi needed a ship leaving town late in the afternoon. Sailing up the coast,
it would arrive near sunset. Since it would be too late to deliver then that
day, they would be stored overnight in a warehouse. (They had to insure that
the letters reached Nancy's friends before the barrels did.) In the morning,
the barrels with their sensual cargo would be loaded on wagons and delivered to
the address shown on the large label pasted on each barrel.
Most ships had left already. Many simply bypassed this little town. Mandi had
to check several different companies before she found one that was perfect. It
would arrive about noon, and depart five hours later. Mandi arranged for the
shipment of a dozen barrels.
She next contacted a drayage company to haul the barrels to the dock. A quick
stop at a store allowed her to buy all the items she needed. The final stop was
at the front desk of the inn where the polite clerk agreed (for a small fee) to
have the slave girls packaged and moved to the dock at the back of the inn.
Mandi was ready, but the others had not returned. She ordered a glass of white
wine as she waited.
Nancy had decided each woman should choose her own outfit to wear. All slave
girl outfits were cut to show off the wearer's body. Each item was made of
satin or silk, material that was very thin.
Nancy left with several others, but then went off on her own. The others were
sure to comment on the attire she chose. She made her choices carefully. At
first she sought in vain for something that would provide her with some
modesty. Gradually she changed her mind. She decided to go with an outfit of
light blue satin.
With a self-satisfied grin spread across her face, she returned to the inn. By
then, almost all the others had returned. They did none of the boisterous
talking they usually did when they returned from shopping. Buying slave girl
outfits was one of their most pleasing activities. This time was different
though. This time they bought the outfits for themselves.
The next step was to strip down, to remove the clothing of a free woman so she
could don the revealing garments of a slave girl.
Choosing an outfit was simple compared to putting it on.
Nancy acted as the others did. She giggled as she described the outfits she
had looked at but discarded as too risque. (There really was little difference
among the outfits chosen though. Only the colors differed.) After a while, each
woman held her outfit up for the others to admire.
"You know, you guys, you are running out of time."
Mandi put the damper on their fun. They had to get dressed in their outfits,
get bound and gagged, and do the other things needed before they were ready to
go down to the loading dock.
The women looked at each other. Who would be first? They all looked eventually
at Nancy. While she was willing put the outfit on, she did not want to be the
first.
"Who goes first?" Mandi asked.
"Oh, I will go first," said Francine. Quickly she reached up behind her back
to get at the buttons on her white cotton blouse. When it landed on the floor,
the others started to strip.
Nancy pretended to ignore the others as she stripped down. When she was
completely naked, she began putting her new outfit on. The halter top covered
her large bosom, but just barely. Black lace lined the edges of the garter belt
in front. The satin was the same shade as the outer garments. She sat so she
could put on the sheer black stockings that hid nothing. Running her hands
across her bottom, she felt the satin panty brief covering most of her bottom.
The flared miniskirt was rather useless as it did not completely cover the
panties. Still, it was better than running around naked.
Only the high heeled sandals remained. The beautiful brunette sat to put them
on. Pointing her toe down, she slipped her right foot in first. One strap went
across her foot while the other went across around her ankle. A quick glance
around told her everyone else was too absorbed in their own clothing to care
about her, she raised the foot a few centimeters off the floor. She shook her
foot, but the shoe did not move at all. The shoe could not come off by
accident. Someone would have to unbuckle the straps before she could get the
shoe off.
When she had both shoes strapped to her feet, Nancy stood up. She took one
step and almost fell on her face. Those fifteen centimeter stiletto heels would
take time to get used to.
Carefully she walked toward the wall, stopped, turned, and walked back to her
chair.
When she did that the second time, she discovered several others were doing
the same. They looked at one another and emitted nervous giggles.
Mandi watched all this activity with a frown on her face. She leaned against
the door with her arms folded across her chest under her bosom. When everyone
had changed into their outfits, she carried the bags across the room to a
table. The leather and metal landed on the surface with clinging sounds and
dull thuds.
She held up a slave collar.
"Who wants to do the honors?"
Secretly, each woman wanted to kneel, to place her throat against the leather
band, to feel what it was like to be a slave girl. None was willing to open
herself to the embarrassment. None wanted to do that in front of her friends.
Nobody moved. Nobody volunteered to do it.
"Maybe we should just do it to ourselves," one of the women suggested.
That idea met universal acceptance. Each woman grabbed a leather slave collar
from the table. Each secured it about her own neck.
When they were done, each woman looked like a slave girl. Had anyone found
them wearing collars, they would have been treated like slave girls.
Nancy thought about the consequences of being caught wearing a collar as she
fitted the end of the strap through the buckle. She looked down. Her nipples
had become hard, forming little cones in the satin material covering them. The
thought of being treated as a slave girl caused her to be aroused. She wondered
if the others felt the same way she did.
A few women reached up to undo their long hair once they had the collars
buckled on. As free women they wore it pinned up. They wore it this way
because, as free women, they could. Slave girls had no choice in how they wore
their hair. The hair of slave girls was always down, free and flowing. Not only
did wearing their hair down make them look more beautiful, it allowed everyone
to know instantly that they were slaves.
"Why don't you wait with the hair," suggested Mandi? "We still have these."
She stepped to the right to get another bag from the table. From this one she
pulled a ballgag.
The gag, they all had forgotten that. Slave girls went around gagged (unless
their master or mistress had some use for their mouth). They did not want their
hair pinned under the leather strap. Besides ruining an otherwise perfect coif,
the strap pulling on the hair could be uncomfortable. It was much better to
have the leather strap of the gag under the hair.
"Form a single line. One gag to a customer."
Mandi moved to the side where she had another bag of bondage toys. She dumped
the contents on a chair. The metallic clank told everyone she had cuffs for
them to wear.
Cassie, a bubble-headed blonde, was the first through the line. As she
approached Mandi, she raised the bright red rubber ball to her lips. She had to
press against it with the fingertips of both hands to get it to pop into her
mouth. She spun about so the back of her head was toward Mandi. The woman
quickly slipped the working end through the buckle. Pulling on it, she drew the
ball into the blonde's mouth. Cassie's blue eyes opened wide as Mandi continued
to pull on the strap, drawing the rubber ball deeper and deeper into the
blonde's mouth.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"I have to make it tight enough," Mandi explained.
When she finished tucking the end of the strap through the buckle, she pulled
the pins from Cassie's hair, allowing the long tresses to fall down. The blonde
reached toward her head to fluff them up.
"No! Hands behind your back!"
Cassie had her hands to shoulder level when Mandi gave that order. She paused,
holding them there for a few seconds. Slowly she lowered them to her sides.
Mandi grabbed Cassie's left wrist to pull it into the desired position behind
her back. Quickly she slipped one-half of the handcuffs about the wrist. As she
did that, the blonde had slowly moved her right hand behind her back. Mandi
rudely pulled it over so she could fit the other half of the handcuffs about
it.
The blonde was now helplessly bound. Collared and dressed as a slave girl,
everyone would think she was one.
"Turn around."
As the blonde shuffled her feet about so she faced Mandi, the women retrieved
a chain leash from another bag.
"Chin up."
She attached the end of it to the upper ring on the front of the collar, then
giving a little tug on it, led the captive to the far end of the room. There,
she tethered the woman to a ring on the wall.
Mandi stepped behind her captive to fix her hair. Inserting her hands beneath
the long, blonde tresses, she pulled outwards. Cassie's hair came free,
cascading down over her shoulders in front and back.
"Comfy?" Mandi asked with a smirk.
Without waiting for a reply, she turned.
"Next!"
All too soon it was Nancy's turn. Only she and Mandi were not bound and
gagged. While Mandi took Mary Beth to the end of the room where she attached
the end of her leash to the back of the collar of the captive in front, Kendall
inserted the rubber ball in her mouth. Turning in the desired position, she
stood waiting with her hands behind her back.
She felt the ball move deeper into her mouth as Mandi secured it in place. She
felt the woman put a hand against the back of her head to provide support as
she pulled. The leather strap dug at the corners of her mouth. Nancy thought
Mandi was making it extra tight only purpose, but she did not want to complain.
The other had suffered through this without issuing a grunt of complaint.
Once Mandi had the gag securely in her mouth, she pulled the pins from her
hair, allowing it to fall down past her shoulders.
The handcuffs were next, first the right wrist, and then the left. This left
Nancy as helpless as any little slave girl she had owned.
When she turned, Mandi attached the end of a leash to the upper ring on her
collar. Using the leash, she led her a short distance across the floor to Mary
Beth. That woman had turned to watch what happened to the rest of the members
of D. A. A. M. When Mandi approached leading Nancy, she turned to face forward.
"I'm going to get the rest of the baggage," she said as she started toward the
door. A few of them realized that Mandi had included them in the word
"baggage." She was treating them as though they were slave girls.
She pulled it open, paused and looked back with a smile on her face.
"Now, don't run off!"
Giggling merrily at this stale joke, she hurried off to get the other slave
girls they had with them.
Some, such as Nadia, were new to a slave collar. Others had worn a collar for
a while. None offered any resistance as she led them toward the loading dock. A
little tag tied to the lower ring on the front of each collar told everyone
where they were to be shipped to. Mandi certainly did not want this baggage to
get lost in transit.
That left only the members of D. A. A. M. to move. Though there were not many
more of them than there had been slave girls, it took longer for them to move
down to the hall inside the loading dock. Some had second thoughts about
appearing in public bound and wearing the outfits of slave girls. Still, they
were in no position to resist.
The coffle of helpless captives made its way down the hall. Though the stairs
to the lobby were shorter, Mandi led the line in the other directions. The
front stairs were for free women. These were slave girls. Down the back stairs,
through the outer training area of the inn's slave kennel, and down the hall.
Cassie was the first to see the line of slaves waiting ahead of them. In a few
minutes, Mandi had her leash tethered to the back of the collar of the last
slave girl in line.
"Here, just so no one recognizes you," Mandi said as she picked up another
bag. This one contained leather blindfolds. She put the first over Cassie's
eyes so the lovely blonde could see nothing. A circular leather patch, lined
with foam rubber covered each eye so the wearer could see nothing.
Before moving on, she attached a shipping tag to the lower ring on the front
of the blonde's collar.
One by one, she made her way to the end of the line. Once she had the
blindfold on Nancy, she was ready to play her little trick on them.
Nancy felt Mandi's hands on the halter top. She thought the woman intended to
adjust it, but instead she pulled it off. Nancy's large tits hung in plain
sight.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Mandi next pulled the miniskirt free and then the panties.
Nancy continued to squirm, fighting her bondage, as Mandi moved ahead of her
to Mary Beth.
Mandi's reason for doing this? She thought she was going to be caught and
enslaved while they were not. Let them suffer the humiliation of being paraded
around in public.
Discarding the garments in another hall, she made her way to the lobby of the
inn. On top all the other things they expected her to do, she had to pay their
tab for spending the night.
"How come you are not with the others?"
Her bottom lip protruded into that adorable pout as she turned. Who knew what
they were up to?
"Oh, it's you."
Canjac smiled at her.
"I thought you all would be together."
"One of us had to make the arrangements. I guess that means that by tonight
I'll be a slave to the Amazons."
"I wouldn't want that to happen."
"Do you have some manner I can get into town without the Amazons capturing
me?"
"Certain. Just come with me."
He gestured toward the door with his left hand. As Mandi stepped past, Canjac
smiled at the clerk. His right hand rose to his face, the index finger against
his nose. As he flicked the tip of his nose, the clerk returned the gesture.
"Since you are a friend of Nancy's, I know exactly what you deserve."
to be continued
