Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 38
"Well, Nancy, I hope everything is turning out satisfactorily for you."
Nancy recognized the Canjac's voice, but could not see him until he stepped
directly in front of her. The leather posture collar around her neck kept her
from moving her head to the side. All she could do was stare straight ahead.
"I see you took my advice," he said with a smile. "I really could hope that
you were this dumb, but then again who knows."
Canjac pushed himself up so he was on the loading dock directly in front of
the beautiful captive. He squatted down so his face was only half a meter from
hers.
"You do not realize how hard it was to keep the Amazons from turning all of
you into slave girls. I had to keep them running around in circles so they
would not catch you.
"The Amazons think you and your friends are built ones who have been turning
all the Amazons into slave girls. They do not realize that it was me. Every
time I put a slave collar on an Amazon, I put the rumor out that you were behind
it." He smiled broadly at Nancy. "I have been playing you off against the
Amazons, and they against you. My kennel is becoming quite full of beautiful
slave girls, and no one is any be wiser. To my growing collection of Amazons I
can now add the entire D. A. A. M. organization."
"Mmmmmmfffffttttt!"
Nancy squirmed as she grunted her rage. All is accomplished doing was
getting herself a little aroused.
A man approached from the left. Canjac turned back toward him. The man said
nothing but handed something to her captor. He then stared at it for a second
before a smile spread across his face. He was still smiling as he looked back at
Nancy.
"I think you will appreciate this."
He held up a shipping label. It was a simple one, just a long piece of
paper that had shipping directions, the manner of transportation and the final
destination. It would be pasted to be outside of a package for shipment to
insure the package made it to its final destination.
Nancy read the paper in horror. The destination on it was Canjac's place in
the city.
Canjac applied some paste to the back of the shipping label before pressing
it against the side of the barrel directly under Nancy's face.
As he held it there to let it draw, movement to his right distracted him.
Nancy tried to turn to look in the same direction, but the posture collar kept
her from looking over the way. She heard sounds as something was slid across
the loading dock next to her. Canjac turned back to her and smiled again.
"Mandi was upset because you were leaving her to her own devices to get away
from the Amazons. I offered to help her into town and she was quick to accept.
I am certain she will be happy that she is traveling with the rest of you."
Nancy did not have to see to know what was to her left. Canjac had tricked
Mandi into bondage, and had her imprisoned in a shipping barrel just as Nancy in
the remainder of her friends were.
The beautiful brunette began to struggle. The dildo inside her rubbed back
and forth on her pussy. She stopped as she realized she was no closer to
getting free, she was only exciting herself.
Canjac patted Nancy on the head.
"I have some great plans for you."
Without another word he slid off the loading dock to the ground. Once on
his feet, he straightened his clothes and disappeared from sight to Nancy's
left.
Now that she was alone again, Nancy began to struggle. She tried to pace
herself so she would not come. She would struggle until she felt herself coming
close to an orgasm, then she would stop for in a few seconds. Other members of
her group did not have her forethought. She heard one moan after another
escaped past the ballgags filling the mouths of her friends.
Canjac appeared in front of her again, this time with a naked slave girl
slung over his left shoulder. Nancy could see only the ropes about the
captive's lower thighs immediately above the knees, and about her ankles. She
did not have to see the upper part of her body, hanging down over Canjac's back,
to know the young woman had her hands tied together behind her back.
"I have a special training program all set out for you, Nancy. You will
soon learn that I know how to take care of a woman. Right, Emily?"
The slave girl draped across Canjac's shoulder twisted her body about so
Nancy could see her face. Her long dark hair hung down almost to the ground in
that awkward position. Nancy recognized her as that slave girl she had seen
inside bound so any man could use her body.
Emily moved her head up and down. Nancy saw that she agreed that Canjac knew
how to take care of a woman.
"Well I have to go. This little slave girl is hard to keep satisfied." He
slapped her on the bare bottom with his right hand. "I have to get her back
into town where there are many, many men who can use her. I am afraid that if
she is not used often, she is liable to explode."
As he finished that he slapped her on the other bottom cheek. Nancy saw
Emily twist her head around to try to look up at her master. Once again there
was in motion of her head that had to be a nod. The wild look on her face told
Nancy she enjoyed being used, and pleasing men.
Nancy knew he thought he could turn her into a submissive slave girl, just
as hot as that Emily he carried about. The beautiful brunette knew he was wrong.
She would resist this much as she could. She knew that she could beat her until
she had to obey, but she would always remain a free woman in her heart.
With Canjac gone, Nancy concentrated in trying to escape. She wiggled back
and forth, testing the restraint of the single glove that held her arms helpless
behind her back. She felt the straps being into her shoulders as she struggled
but she could gain no freedom at all.
The only result of her struggles was the most satisfying orgasms she had in
weeks. Her cheeks turned red at the thought others had heard her protracted
moan. She knelt limply in the barrel, too exhausted by the orgasm to try to
escape.
She had never imaged being bound could be this much fun.
She began struggling anew when the wagon passed in front of her. The driver
brought it around in a wide circle so it passed by the landing dock with the
horses pointed toward the dock. She could not see as the men loaded barrels on
the back of the wagon but she could hear the sounds as they slid the barrels to
the edge of the loading dock. She heard the men grunt and heard the "thud" as
each barrel landed on the bed of the wagon.
She counted as they moved eight barrels to the wagon. The members of D. A.
A. M. who had been the first in line were securely loaded on the back of the
wagon. When the wagon was full, the driver yelled, "Giddy up!" and Nancy heard
the wheels roll across the hard ground.
Nancy began struggling again. She had tested each element of her bondage
before, but she tried everything again to gain some degree of freedom. Before
the wagon returned for the next load, she had come again.
She stared blankly ahead as two men slid the barrel containing her body
across the loading dock to the edge. With a grunt they shoved it onto the back
of the wagon where it landed with a "thud" that shook Nancy's body. The driver
tipped the barrel on one edge so he could roll it into position. Nancy's spun
around and around and he moved her forward. When he released his hold on the
barrel, it fell in the upright position, the side knocking against another
barrel.
Being able to stare only straight ahead, Nancy could only see the side of
Maggie's head as it emerged from the top of her barrel. There were other
captives in the barrels, but she could not identify them from the position they
had left her. All she could do was stare straight ahead.
And riding on the back of a wagon in a barrel with a dildo stuck far within
her pussy was most uncomfortable. Fortunately, it was a short ride from the inn
to the dock. As the wagon bounced in the jolted from rocks and ruts in the
road, and she felt herself moving up and down on the shaft. By the time the
wagon arrived at the dock, she was ready to come again.
The teamster maneuvered the wagon about so the horses led it away from the
ship. He then had the team back up a few meters to move be back of the wagon
closer to the dock. The horses move back slowly, centimeter by centimeter,
until the rear of the wagon was in the correct position. A stevedore waived an
arm to the driver as a signal to stop. By the time he jumped down from the
seat, the dock worker had removed the back gate of the wagon.
While the driver climbed up into the wagon, the stevedore placed a large
plank on the back of the wagon so one end rested on the wagon and the other on
the dock. Tilting the barrel contain Mandi to one side, he rolled it forward
until he could lower it on the end of the plank. With the raised edge on the
plank, he gave the barrel a little shove. The barrel slid half a meter down the
plank before the stevedore caught it.
The helpless captive in the barrel could only stare straight ahead, her eyes
wide in fright. She had no way of knowing that these two had done this often
before. They hardly ever damaged a barrel. The contents of the barrel were
secured in such a way that even if they dropped a barrel on its side, the
captive within would not be hurt.
The stevedore pushed the barrel over so it was on its side. He rolled it
forward to the edge of the dock beside the center of the ship. The captive
inside could not tell that the barrel rested on a large cargo net
Another stevedore broke over from there.
He pulled the end of the barrel up so it was upright in the center of the
net. He then turned to await the next barrel.
It was Nancy's turn next. When the driver moved the barrel over so the
bottom rested only on one edge, she could only stare at the sky. When he rolled
it along her view changed from the sky to the ship, then down to the bed of the
wagon and up to the driver's legs. She made two complete circuits like this
until the barrel reached the back of the wagon. She saw the ship a couple dozen
meters away, but her view was at an angle. She felt the same terror Mandi had
felt as the barrel slid the short distance down the plank. She felt relieved
when the stevedore caught it.
Her relief was short lived as she felt even more panic when the stevedore
pulled the barrel on its side so he could roll it toward the ship. She was
completely busy and disoriented when the second stevedore pulled the barrel
upright.
Nancy stared at the side of the ship. There was nothing else she could do.
She had seen ships before from various positions but never from the inside of a
barrel.
When all the barrels were positioned in the center of the cargo net, the
stevedore raised one hand over his head and made a circular movement.
A crew member a the gunnel turned to repeat the arm motion to another of the
crew. That man began turning a crank that pulled a rope through a pulley on an
overhead boom. The edges of the cargo net rose slowly in the air. Nancy began
to panic again as she felt the barrel being pulled to the side, then lifted off
the dock. The net and barrels continued to rise in the air until they had
enough to height to pass over the gunnel. The crew member then locked the crank
so the cargo would not drop to the ground. The crewmen at the gunnel grabbed the
rough rope of the cargo net with one hand. As he pulled, he swung the boom about
so he had the net positioned above the open hatch to the hold. With a casual
wave of his hand, he signaled the crewman to lower the net.
It had been fairly bright outside. Within the hold of the ship it was
rather dark, though the hatch was still providing some light. Nancy tried to
look around but still could see nothing. She saw the dark wood of the hull
beyond the barrels and the net, but that all meant nothing to her. They landed
on the deck within the hold. The net continued to drop until it lay flat.
She heard sounds as a barrel was rolled away from the cargo net. She heard
the crew members giving each other directions.
"Gazing out. Easy now. That is it."
She heard a loud "thump!" as a barrel landed on something. There were other
sounds she could not identify.
All too soon it was her turn. She felt one of the crew members tilt the
barrel forward so she could only stare at the deck. The barrel rolled around
and around several times as the crew member moved it to be desired position in
the hold. Two other crew members waited there. All three raised the barrel
upright, so Nancy could stare straight ahead again. They made in a few minor
adjustments to get so she was oriented in the correct position. The crew
members then pushed the barrel back. Nancy felt them move the barrel forward so
she had to stare at the deck. The barrel moved backwards again.
"Hold it. All that. That is it."
The end of the barrel slid over an opening in the deck. Nancy felt them
slide the barrel down through a hole, gradually changing its position so it more
upright. She was able to stare straight ahead again when the barrel landed on a
lower back with the same "thump!" she had heard before.
A crewman squatted to place planking over the end of the barrel and about
her neck. From the deck where they stood, no one could see the barrel. This
decking consisted of two boards with grooves cut into them so they formed a
circle around the beautiful captive's neck. When they were finished, only
Nancy's head protruded above the back.
The crew members still had others to store as they had Nancy. It for them
only a couple of minutes to finish with each.
They now had Canjac's captives secured in the hold of the ship so only their
heads were visible.
Nancy was a beautiful woman in she knew it. She had a luscious body she was
certain any man would love to fondle and caress.
And here these men treated her only as though she was a piece of cargo.
They had secured her in the hold of the ship with the other items they were
transported.
A crewman slowly made his way through the hole, checking on the cargo to
insure that it was properly stowed away.
Nancy tried to catch his eye, but discovered that found as she was in this
position, with the leather posture collar secured about her neck, she could see
no higher in his knees.
Though she was on aware of it, she was undergoing her first training as a
slave girl. She was realizing just how insignificant she really was.
It grew quite dark in the hold as they closed the hatch. Nancy felt the
slightest bit of movement as the ship got underway. There was a gentle rocking
as it caught the tide.
She began to struggle with her bondage again. To her left she heard one
moan after another as her friends wiggled themselves into orgasms trying to
escape.
Nancy struggled with her bondage. The dildo within her worked its way back
and forth, up and down. She found herself becoming more and more aroused.
Still she continued to struggle. She thought she might be able to escape if she
could only…
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!!"
She wondered how many more times she would come before they removed her from
this barrel.
