Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 42
Michelle Michaels moved silently from her bed to the closet. The clothes
she had chosen to wear were hanging separately so she could find them without
lighting a lamp. Once she had the clothes on, the nightdress disappeared into
the bottom drawer of her dresser.
The attire she had chosen matched her general appearance. The slacks
were completely black while the top was the same hue of black but with a floral
pattern.. Her hair was jet black and her eyes extremely dark.
Carefully she made the bed. That might alarm Lauren that something was
amiss, but her gullible roommate believed everything she told her. Michelle
usually left her room a mess but wanted it to be clean while she was gone. She
doubted cleaning it would make Lauren suspicious.
Opening the bedroom door only a couple centimeters, she looked in the
direction of her roommate's door. There was no sound to show Lauren was awake.
"So far, so good," she mumbled to herself.
Lauren's purse was on the bottom shelf where she always kept it.
Carefully Michelle pulled it off and carried it to the window. She hoped any
sounds she might make would go outside.
The purse contained three gold crowns. The naughty roommate knew better
than to take them. She always warned Lauren about carrying around so much money
but her roommate ignored her (as she hoped she would). There were eleven silver
talens. She removed two of them. Half a dozen pfennigs would not be missed
either.
Did she steal often from her roommate? Of course. One month Lauren
complained that she was late with her share of the rent. She promised she would
have the money the next day. During the night she took the money from Lauren's
purse and paid her with it.
A glance at the window told her it was almost dawn. She could travel in
style now that she had money. While her situation was not good, she could still
go through this with style.
A few hours later, Michelle sat slumped down in the chair outside the
office door, her arms folded across her chest and her lower lip protruding.
Rather than be there, she should be out partying. Since it was quite early in
the morning, perhaps it was too early to party. She should at least be sleeping
off the effects of last night's party.
No, she has to be there ready to be humiliated in private and used as
any common slave girl.
Of course it was not her fault. She had just listened to bad advice.
Fortunately, she was beautiful and an exquisitely curved body. There was
a way out.
(She sat outside Canjac's office. Does anyone really care what she did
to require his help?)
Michelle had arrived at dawn so no one would see her. Her humiliation
would be private. She did not want anyone she knew to see her coming there. None
of her friends would know about this.
The lower lip protruded further as she thought about how long she had
waited there. Most guys she knew would be anxious to take a roll in the hay with
her. There she was, offering her body to this guy in exchange for his help, and
he made her wait.
A free woman being bound as a slave girl was not completely legal, nor
was it illegal. Of course she could not be called a slave girl or wear a collar,
but other than that, anything was acceptable.
They were called "guests."
Michelle would be Canjac's "guest." As his "guest," she would be
expected to please him as any of his slave girls would. In exchange he would use
his considerable influence to make her problem go away.
The beautiful brunette began to tremble a bit as she heard voices from
the other end of the building. One man did the talking, his voice becoming
louder and clearer as he drew nearer.
"I want everything ready when the shipment comes. There should be no
trouble. I got word that the ship arrived last night. The cargo was offloaded
and put in a bonded warehouse. I'll take care of the leader. I have something
special for her. The others may or may be resist. Treat them as we do the
Amazons. Once their leader is in harness I think the others will be most
accomodating."
He came into sight. Over his left shoulder was the body of a naked
woman. Four men followed. Michelle recognized one as the man she had talked to
the day before.
"We are going to need everybody to handle this shipment, so put as many
of the slave girls out to stud as is practical."
Putting slave girls out to stud? Now there is an interesting (if rather
confusing) statement.
Canjac opened the door to his office. The others followed him in.
"I forgot about Emily. One of you take her out near the entrance. She
has to be used frequently or she might explode."
The laughter from within had not completely subsided when one of the men
emerged leading a slave girl.
Michelle saw the slave girl was beautiful, but her titties were not
nearly as large as hers were. The captive was on the man's heels. She had never
seen a slave girl so anxious to be used.
She turned to watch they pass through the doorway to the main entrance
in front. By the time she turned her head back, they had closed the door to the
office.
The pout remained planted on her lovely face as they made her wait even
longer. She looked to the left as she heard the door open.
"Will you please come in?"
So occupied was she with her own woes that she had not heard the door to
Canjac's office open. The man who had taken Emily out to the entrance followed
her in.
"Let's cut the crap. I have to see if you are serious or not. Take off
your clothes."
The buxom brunette was not overly anxious to strip in front of these
five men. It took her only a couple of minutes to remove her top, bra, shoes,
slacks and panties.
"Now kneel in front of the desk with your hands locked together behind
your head. Stick your tits out as far as they go. You have to convince us it is
worthwhile making this arrangement."
To maintain her balance, she put both hands on the edge of the desk as
she lowered her left knee to the floor. Once she brought her right down to join
it, she put her hands in the desired position.
"I hate to start off this way, but you would be surprised at the number
of women who come in here, willing to be used as slave girls, but not willing to
take off their clothing. I haven't figured out a way to do that yet."
Even Michelle had to smile at that.
"Did Rolfo explain my terms and conditions to you?"
"Yes."
"Tell me what I expect of you."
"You will tie me up and use me as a slave girl."
"For how long?"
"Thirty days."
"Let me go over the details to make certain we are in agreement.
"Whether you are naked, or dressed to some extent is totally up to me.
We will assume I keep you naked except for high heels for the entire thirty
days.
"You will be available for me to use, for any of my men to use, for any
of my guests to us. You will not be placed in public, nor will we let anyone
know you are here or who you are. Your sole obligation is to please us.
Understand?"
"Yes."
"We will not spank you or use nipple clamps or anything else on you."
They all saw the relief on Michelle's face at that statement.
"I will place you in a hallway. Every time a man approaches, you will
turn around, spread your legs and bend over to offer your pussy to him. Whether
he chooses to use you or not is entirely up to him. If he walks past you, you
may straighten up and turn around. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Besides being bound, you will be gagged with this." He pulled a ballgag
harness from a drawer. "There is a hole through the center so we can feed you
without removing the gag."
At this point Canjac sat back and smiled.
"With that gag between your lips, your mouth is off-limits. We will
respect that. Should you kneel though, we will interpret that as meaning you
agree to us using your mouth. We will avail ourselves and replace that gag with
this one." He leaned forward to retrieve a dildo gag from a drawer.
"When you sign the contract, you are agreeing to all this. You will make
your body available to us willingly. Should you refuse to honor the terms of the
contract, you will be escorted from the premises."
"That is all? If I change my mind, you just tell me to go?"
Michelle resisted the temptation to turn to look at the men chuckling at
her.
"We will escort you out the door. Of course you will be naked and still
bound, but we won't punish you for breaking the contract."
The men erupted into outright laughter.
"How often do you toss women out like that?"
"There is always a first time."
The kneeling woman's eyebrows moved down as she thought about it.
"And you will take care of everything?"
"Everything. Your problems will go away. There will be no record of
anything."
"You have slave girls all over this place. Why are you willing to incur
all this expense?"
"It is a form of gambling. I am betting that at the end of thirty days,
you won't want to leave."
"How often do women leave after thirty days?"
"There is always a first time."
The men erupted into laughter. Even Canjac had to smile.
"I don't want to be a slave girl."
"That is what you are betting. You are betting that at the end of thirty
days you walk away from here satisfied to go back to your life with things the
way they were before you were in trouble. I'm betting you want to stay."
Michelle thought about it for a few seconds.
"Where do I sign?"
Canjac produced the papers. One of his men was a notary so all was legal
and binding.
"Stand up so we can get the shoes on you. You might step on something
and hurt yourself if you walk around in bare feet."
The shoes were dark blue sandals. A strap across the foot and another
about the ankle insured the wearer could not get them off. These were usual
slave girl shoes with fifteen centimeter stiletto heels.
While a man fastened the straps about her feet, Canjac produced another
item from a drawer.
"Since you are not a slave girl, you will not be wearing a slave collar.
This choker looks like a collar. Unlike a collar, it comes off easily."
He handed it to the buxom beauty. Michelle studied the medallion handing
from a ring. On the front it read: "Michelle, a guest." On the reverse, it gave
her name and address.
"Why the address?"
"If we have to toss you out on the street, the gendarmes have to have
some way of identifying where you go."
While that made sense, it was also a little disturbing. If they did toss
her out on the street, the authorities would know what she had done, and
everyone else would too.
"Go ahead and put it on."
She raised it to her throat. One of the men snapped the ends together
behind her neck.
"Since you are not a slave girl, we will keep your hair pinned up."
Michelle was uncertain whether that was good or bad. At least they were
acknowledging that she was a free woman. The laws protected her from being
enslaved inside the town walls. She decided she had nothing to worry about. All
she had to do was allow them to use her body.
Not only would she be out of trouble, she might enjoy herself.
"Put your hands together behind your back."
The buxom brunette had expected them to use handcuffs, or perhaps ropes
on her body to make her helpless. Instead they had a leather single glove.
As they slid the bondage device up her arms, she started to look over
her left shoulder to see what they did. Realizing she would not be able to tell
anything, she stared straight ahead, pretending that what they did not concern
her.
Once the top of the leather item was above her elbows, the men pulling
it up tossed the leather straps over her shoulders. Michelle looked down. The
straps dangled down on each side to her waist.
A man ran the lace from her wrists to the top, weaving the ends back and
forth, snagging the hooks before crossing them to repeat the process a little
higher on Michelle's arms. At the top he slipped the ends through clasps that
would hold them steady while he tightened the lace.
To do this, he used a lace-tightening device that was shaped as a T. The
crosspiece was the handle. The lace fit into grooves on the bottom. As he turned
the handle, the lace wrapped around the straight piece between the handle and
the grooves. As they tightened, they drew Michelle's arms together. The man did
not stop until he had the buxom brunette's elbows touching. He attached another
set of clamps that held the laces taut while he removed the device and tied the
ends together.
Canjac had moved around the desk.
"This device does wonder for the titties."
As he said that he fondled Michelle's oversized boobs.
The luscious captive blushed. She knew she had every reason to expect
this. For the next thirty days he would have unlimited use of her body.
Besides, it felt good.
"Now, open your mouth and say ‘Ahhhh.'"
The ballgag harness was next. Once she had her mouth open wide, Canjac
shoved the rubber ball between her teeth. One of his men buckled the ends of the
strap together behind her head. When the man indicated he was done, Canjac
passed the harness over Michelle's head. From either side of her mouth a strap
ran across her cheeks to the bridge of her nose. They were riveted to a single
strap that continued up over her head and down in back where the man buckled the
end to the first strap.
Canjac, meanwhile, pulled another pair of straps under Michelle's chin.
When he had them buckled together, the comesome brunette could not open her
mouth at all.
"Turn around. Let us take a look at you."
The buxom brunette made one complete circuit. When she stopped facing
Canjac, he motioned with one hand for her to turn again. She continued turning
slowly until he told her to stop.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
She had not expected the blindfold.
"Calm down. I'll take it off once we get to your place."
She tried to remain calm as a man buckled the ends of the strap together
behind her head.
"Mmmmmmfffffttttt!!"
She was surprised when someone (Canjac) picked her up. Slung over his
shoulder as Emily had been, she moved to her new place of employment.
As Canjac had promised, one he had her there, he removed the blindfold.
"This is your world for the next thirty days."
Michelle looked down at the floor. She stood in the center of a yellow
box painted on the wood. The box was square, each side being about a meter and a
half long. On the sides were small metal rings that rose above the floor in a
half circle.
"Turn around so I can get you secured in position."
When she turned, the young woman saw there was a mirror on the wall
before her. It was not a large mirror, only half a mirror wide and less than
half that high.
Canjac signaled one of the men to lower a chain from the ceiling. He
locked the end to the ring on the bottom of the single glove. He attached the
end to the ring on top the ballgag harness. The other end locked to the chain to
her single glove.
"Now, spread your legs apart so you can fit the toe of each shoe through
those rings. Good. Now bend forward until you can see your eyes in the mirror."
As Michelle changed positions, the single glove caused her to pull
forward on the chain. She felt the chains drawing her head back so she had no
choice but to stare straight ahead. She heard a "clunk" sound on both sides.
"Good. Now try to straighten up."
The buxom brunette tried to raise her bottom, but to do so, she had to
pull her arms down. The chain connected to the single glove kept her from doing
that. She had to remain bent over.
"Well, that didn't work. Try to pull your feet out."
Michelle tried to draw her right foot back to pull it from the ring, but
after it moved only a centimeter, she felt pressure on both the top and bottom.
"Terrible, isn't it." Canjac moved forward to her left so he could
fondle her left titties with his left hand. "You offer your body to a man, and
you can't leave that position until he releases you."
The buxom captive heard the others moving forward. Hands grabbed her
right tittie also and probed her pussy. She was being aroused by this constant
attention.
Suddenly she felt the tension on her arms ease. She straightened up. At
the same time she heard a sound on the floor. She pulled her feet from the rings
and put her legs together.
"Okay. Now let's practice what you have to do. Turn around. Good girl.
Now a man comes through that door on the left. What do you do?"
Michelle turned around. Looking down at the floor, she moved her feet as
far apart as the rings. Slowly she moved them forward half a centimeter at a
time until they were through the rings. Only then did she bend over, causing the
chain to lock her in that most revealing position.
Canjac moved to Michelle's left so her bottom and left tit were within
reach. He coupled the dangling tit with her left hand. His right fondled her
bare bottomcheeks.
"Do you think you know what to do? Grunt twice if you do."
"Mft. Mft."
"Good."
With his right hand he motioned for the man to pull the lever. The naked
beauty straightened up. The restraints disappeared into the floor with a
"clunk." Michelle turned around.
"Okay, I think I'll take you out for a test drive. Assume the position."
