Chapter 40
Julie wondered to which club they were taking them. She had heard rumors
of several that catered to young women who enjoyed being tied up and used as
slave girls. The clubs, of course, were secret since that type of activity was
outlawed as it was too easily to turn a helplessly bound woman into a slave
girl. Julie knew the clubs existed but did not know where they were. From the
outside no one could tell what went on within the sanctuary of a private club.
The buxom brunette squirmed around inside a leather bag in anticipation of
what was about to happen to her. Her bondage was too rigid for her to reach any
part of her body. A moan of frustration came from behind her gag.
She knew when they had reached their destination as she felt the wagon
stop. Twisting her head back, she looked up but saw nothing but the sides of the
wagon. The driver gave orders to the horses to get them to back up.
The wagon crept backwards. She heard a woman's voice encouraging the driver
to keep the team moving. When the rear of the wagon was against the loading
dock, someone lowered the gate.
Julie could tell by the sounds what was happening. She still could see
nothing. Had they placed a blindfold on her she would not have known less.
Not that it would have mattered. From inside a leather slave set, all
loading docks looked pretty much the same. Julie thought this was not the one
to which they had gone the last time. She thought they had come in a different
direction but she was not certain.
Even had she been able to see where she was, she would not have recognized
the back of the Amazons' headquarters. (The fact that all the women wore black
leather catsuits might have been a clue but the buxom brunette was not in the
position to think about that.)
She felt the pressure disappear as Jane's slave sack was pulled off her.
She tried again to twist her head around as she heard someone drawing the
leather sack and its sensuous contents across the bed of the wagon. Hands
grabbed her slave sack to pull it upright. As they dragged her from the wagon,
her back was toward the floor. The buxom brunette stared in the air as she was
dragged inside the building. Her head moved from right to left but she could see
nothing. She felt the difference as they slid her from the bed of the wagon to
the floor of the loading dock. Part of the building came into sight over her.
There she remained for several seconds. They closed the doors to the
outside, throwing several bolts to insure no one could break in. No one would be
able to interrupt the activities they had planned for their captives.
Julie tried to twist her head about again as she heard the sound of wheels
moving across the floor toward her. From the sounds of creaking leather, she
guessed Jane was to her left, but she could not see her.
"Turn around!"
She heard some mistress give further orders to some slave girls. Once
again she tried to see what was happening behind her. All she could see was a
woman dressed in black leather standing near the door, her right hand on her hip
and a switch in her left hand impatiently tapping the side of her leg. When the
woman noticed Julie staring at her, she extended the switch so she could rub the
end across Julie's cheek.
"Just be patient, My Dear. We will get to you in good time."
The woman tapped Julie on top her head with the switch.
Julie tested her bondage again. One tug on the leather holding her arms
behind her back told her she was completely at the mercy of these women.
"Which one first?"
The woman tapped Julie on the side of her face with the switch.
"The one with the darker hair. She goes on the bottom."
Since she knew that her hair was darker than Jane's, she knew they were
talking about her. That belief was confirmed when unseen hands lifted the slave
sack from the floor, depositing it on a small cart. At least, she assumed it was
a cart. She still could see nothing of it. Since they had rolled something up to
her and she was now several centimeters higher than she had been, she assumed
they had put her on a small cart.
"Let's go."
Crack! Crack!
That order was accompanied by the unmistakable sound of a switch being
applied to the bare bottom of a woman. The sounds were slightly different so she
guessed they had a pair of slave girls pulling the cart.
The cart started forward. In this position, the captive beauty could only
see where she had been. As they moved away from her, Julie saw Jane's head
sticking up from her slave sack. At least she thought it was Jane as all she
could see of her sister captive was her head sticking out of the slave sack. The
slave sack and its contents remained inside the large doors at the loading dock.
Two women clad in black leather catsuits stood guard.
"I guess they are there to protect her. They surely don't have to worry
about her getting away. If I couldn't…"
Julie decided the slave sack was a great way to transport free young women
around town. No one would ever recognize them covered in the black leather of
the slave sack. Hidden in the back of a wagon they could be moved around town
without anyone being the wiser. She wondered if she could arrange for them to
pick up her from the college next time. If she could find someone she trusted,
she could have herself packaged up and waiting for them.
"Maybe I can tell those stupid bimbos in the office that I am leaving at
lunch. Then I can wait on the loading dock back in Receiving until they come for
me."
Julie's journey on the cart was not long. They moved down a corridor from
the loading dock. It seemed to the buxom brunette that both sides of the
corridor were lines with tethered slave girls. They all faced the wall without
moving, their bare bottoms protruding, almost begging for another spanking.
"Damn. I was hoping to get some special attention."
Still believing they were delivering her to some private club, she thought
the captive women she saw were women like her who wanted to be bound and used as
slave girls. She did not realize they were slave girls, and her fate was to be
the same as theirs.
In just a few seconds they reach their destination. Julie could see it was
a large room with many switches, paddles and straps hanging from the walls.
She guessed this was where they disciplined bad little slave girls. They
would remove her from the slave sack here so anyone seeing her coming from this
room would think she was just another slave girl.
"Stop."
They dragged the slave sack from the cart. Julie landed on the floor with
a "thud."
"Will one of you take the cart back and get the other one? We will get
started on this one."
The woman giving the orders was the same tall brunette she had seen on the
loading dock. Julie did not like the way that woman looked at her.
As she approached, the woman drew a switch from her belt. She let the tip
run up and down Julie's cheeks.
"We are going to have so much fun playing with you. This will be one night
you will never forget."
The woman was Cathy Camersole. Her role with the Amazons was to turn free
women into slave girls. There was nothing she like better than turning virgin
bottomcheeks bright red.
Julie realized the seven women surrounding her were all dressed in black
leather. She wondered if this was some club bit catered only two women. What it
would be like to half to service a woman, just as Jane had serviced her. She
would probably object. They would flick a switch on her bottom a couple of times
and she would agree to eat pussy.
Hands quickly removed the locks and straps that kept the buxom brunette
imprisoned in the leather slave sack. They pulled the zippers down to peel back
the various panels of the slave sack, but made no effort to pull it out from
under their captive. Of course, Julie could not see what happened behind her,
but she felt hands removing the leather cuffs from her feet.
"Bend forward. Put your face against your knees and stay in that position
until we tell you otherwise."
Julie leaned forward.
"Raise your butt in the air. We want it higher than your head."
Julie knew that was one of many submissive positions for slave girls. Her
face, her brains, were unimportant. What mattered only was that her bottom be
available for anyone to punish.
She wondered what they were going to do to her. She hoped they were no
going to smack her with a switch. While the sting of that device might be novel,
what could they do for an encore?
It did not take long for her to find out why they had her in that position.
Hands removed the bondage device securing her arms behind her back. Except for
the gag in her mouth, she was free. She knew that situation would not remain
long. She kept her arms behind her back as they had been when she still wore
that bondage device. Her bare bottom was still in the perfect position for a
spanking.
"Stand up! Turn around and face me!"
Julie quickly came to her feet. She guessed it would be best not to
antagonize these women. Since they had not spanked her when they could, she
doubted they would without her permission, but why irritate them?
"Hands behind your back."
As soon as she complied, a woman snapped a pair of handcuffs on her. This
made it impossible for her to resist as Cathy stepped forward with arms
outstretched. In seconds, the buxom brunette's top fluttered to the floor. The
woman who had handcuffed Julie's hands pulled down on the zipper so the
miniskirt dropped to her ankles.
Julie looked down but did not step out of the garment. They had not
ordered her to do so. They had not given her permission.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Step out of it."
The miniskirt disappeared behind her along with the top.
"Sit on the platform behind you."
A woman knelt on the platform to reach Julie's wrists. In seconds she had
the handcuffs off.
"Now lay back and put your hands over your head."
As soon as she did that, she felt hands grabbed her arms to pull her
forward. Her body slid across the surface toward the far end. They obviously had
pulled her body too far as two women grabbed her legs to pull her back a few
centimeters in the other direction. When they had her in the proper position, a
woman knelt on the platform to fasten a broad leather strap across her flat
tummy. The two ends buckled together.
When that woman stepped back, the two holding her arms pulled them under
the platform at to secure them there with leather cuffs and chains. As they
straightened up and back away, Julie tested this new bondage. She could move her
arms about. The chains kept her from bringing her hands up to protect her body,
and the cuffs had padlocks so she could not get them off.
Once again Julie was helplessly bound. She tugged a little on the cuffs
holding her arms under the platform, but the chains and the leathers cuffs were
secure.
From her head to her bottom, her body lay on the platform. Her feet
remained on the floor, bent at the knee. Her bare bottom rested on the edge of
the platform.
For a few seconds they ignored the buxom captive to turn their attention to
Jane. Julie had been so occupied with her own bondage, they she had not heard
the sounds of the cart bringing her captive friend into the room.
Staring at the ceiling with her boobs forming a mountain range to block her
sight, she could not see what they did to Jane. From the commands given, it was
apparent they did to Jane exactly as they had Julie. At the end, they gave no
command for her to get on the platform as they had Julie. The woman with the
switch (Cathy) ordered her back to her knees, her face against her knees and her
bottom in the air.
As they removed the second woman's bondage, two women made preparations on
the platform for her. They moved the bottom half of a pillory into position
over Julie's hips. Bolts on the side of the platform were used to keep it
secure. When they stepped back, the bottom of the device stood only a couple of
centimeters above the captive's belly.
"On your feet! Follow me! Turn around!"
Jane appeared suddenly in sight over Julie's face. They had moved her
around to the other side of the platform so she was next to her head. She
crawled forward on all fours toward the bottom of the pillory, her naked body
straddling Julie's.
Since she had been bound in this position several times before, Jane knew
what to do without the Amazons giving her orders. (It was all part of her
training.) She crawled forward until she could fit her neck and hands in the
grooves on the bottom part of the board. She waited patiently for them to put
the upper half in place to complete her bondage.
Julie was not concerned what sort of bondage they put her friend in. Her
only thoughts were on the pussy immediately above her face. She was glad she
wore that ballgag. With Jane's thighs straddling her face it would be difficult
for them to unbuckle the strap so they could remove the rubber ball from her
mouth. They did not mean for her to eat Jane's pussy then. Still, she did not
like the way they had it positioned over her face.
Though Julie could not see it, she could hear them fastening the upper part
of the pillory in place. She heard more sounds as clasps were fastened and
padlocks applied. Two Amazons lifted the upper board of the pillory to fit it
down over Jane's neck and wrists. Cathy had quickly snapped the clasps shut in
front. Though Jane could not possible escape from it, she added a pair of
padlocks.
