Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 44
The helpless members of D. A. A. M. (Dominant Anti-Amazon Mistresses)
were in route Canjac's compound, still secured in shipping barrels.
Nancy discovered that point of the female physiology where her body no
longer reacted to stimuli in her nether region. Maybe she had an orgasm, but she
was unsure. Her struggles to escape had resulted in frequent orgasms that left
her exhausted and wanting more.
It was a short trip up the coast but long before the ship docked, Nancy
had stopped struggling. She knelt there limply as she felt the ship shutter as
it rubbed against the dock. Voices overhead kept her informed of their progress
in securing it to the dock.
The sun was low on the horizon, casting long shadows everywhere above
deck. Below deck it was dark so the crewmen lit several lanterns so they could
see.
Nancy and the others were the most valuable cargo the ship had so they
were the first removed. Nancy tried to twist her head about to see what happened
to her right, but could not. She heard the sounds made by the men. She could
guess what went on next to her.
Then it was her turn. While one man removed the planking about her neck,
another used a chain to drag a pulley toward her. That pulley hung on rollers
mounted on an overheard track. At the end of the chain they attached a canvas
strap. The man who had removed the planking dropped the strap down around the
barrel just below its broadest point. By lowering a metal ring down the chain
and strap, he made the strap snug about the barrel.
With a wave of his hand, he signaled them to raise Nancy from the lower
part of the hold. Two men pulled on the end of the chain, dragging the barrel in
the air. The man placed his shoulder against it to shove it over the deck. When
the men released their grip on the chain, the bottom of the barrel landed on the
wood deck with a dull thud.
In seconds Nancy found herself being rolled across the deck to a cargo
net. Several barrels were already there and after they had her in place, there
was room for several more. Once the net was full, a man yelled, "Hoist away!"
The cargo net came up about the barrels, slowly pulling them in the air. Nancy
and the others rose through the open hold, over the side, and onto the dock.
Nancy's barrel was the third removed from the cargo net. By twisting her
head a little to the left she could see partway down the dock where there were a
number of other ships moored. The only thing she had a good view of was the side
of the ship that had brought her to town.
When they had all the barrels on the dock, a man moved from barrel to
barrel, checking the information on the manifest against the information Canjac
had posted on the barrel. He wanted to insure they were the correct cargo before
loading them on a wagon. Nancy knew how they were going to move her but she was
still unused to it. When her turn came, they flipped the barrel on its side and
rolled her to the back of the wagon. A heavy plank laying against the bed formed
a ramp two men used to roll her from the dock to the bed of the wagon. There,
another man flipped the barrel upright and slid it against the other barrels in
back.
In that position, all Nancy could see were the smooth, brown boards
along the side of the wagon. No one outside the wagon could see what it carried.
At the same time, the occupants in the back (whether they were in barrels or
slave sacks) could not see where they were being taken.
Since it was already twilight, they did not take the cargo directly to
Canjac's compound. A bonded warehouse was just two blocks from the dock.
Importers often used it to store valuable cargo such as Nancy and her friends.
The wagon halted in the alley outside the entrance. Before a wagon could
enter the warehouse, a guard had to check the papers of the driver. Another
climbed on the side to check inside the wagon. Once they were certain the wagon
was what it appeared to be, a guard signaled someone inside to unlock and open
the doors.
The driver pulled the team to a halt before a large wire cage. It was
almost quitting time so the men worked quickly, sliding the barrels to the back
of the wagon and rolling them down the plank. From there they put the barrels in
the cage. Each captive faced forward, aligned in four even rows.
The head guard closed and locked the gate after the last man exited. A
padlock provided protection for the contents. A wax seal insured that no one
tampered with the valuable contents.
That was how all the captives spent the night. Most were so exhausted
they fell asleep quickly. Nancy tried to remain awake in hope of finding some
means of escape but shortly, she was sound asleep with the others.
Every fifteen minutes, the nightwatchman walked past. He held the
lantern up to count the barrels. Satisfied all were there, he continued his
rounds.
Nancy awoke in the morning as they rolled her barrel from the cage. By
then, the first wagon was already moving toward the doors. They manhandled Nancy
up to the bed of the second wagon. She saw nothing but heard the sound of them
loading each barrel in back of the wagon. Once they were done, they slid the
tailgate in place. She heard the sounds as they applied two padlocks. Once more
she was safely protected in the back of a wagon.
The barrels rattled as the wagon rumbled through the town. Nancy guessed
they were taking her to Canjac's place but she had no way of knowing. By keeping
her from seeing what was about her, they insured she would not try to escape,
not knowing which way to run.
The wagon waited several minutes in the street. (They were unloading the
first wagon.) Nancy felt the wagon tilt a little as the driver got off. A few
minutes later she felt much the same movement as he got back.
The wagon rolled forward. When it stopped, the tailgate was removed, a
plank was placed against the bed, and the barrels were rolled off.
They placed the barrels along a wall in the corridor so the occupants
faced a wall. This served the same function as a blindfold. The slave girls had
no need to see what went on about them. Secured in the barrels, they could only
stare straight ahead.
Canjac arrived from the hallway where he had just secured Michelle. From
behind, the brunettes looked pretty much the same. He had special plans for
Nancy but could not identify her in this condition.
He would wait until they removed her from her barrel.
Removing a slave girl from a shipping barrel was quite easy. Take Clare
for example. When it became evident to her that she was the next packaged slave
girl to be processed, she struggled frantically in a futile attempt to escape.
The only result of her effort was her best orgasm yet. She laid her head back
with her eyes closed to wait.
Standing behind the barrel, a man pulled her long hair away to expose
her left ear. The wax plug slid in easily. With his thumb, he wedged it in
securely. Seconds later he had a wax plug in the other ear.
Clare could still hear, but the plugs filtered out most sounds. If the
men spoke to one another, she could hear them talking but had trouble making out
the words. She heard no footsteps or any other sounds that suggested they
intended to do more to her.
The discipline helmet took her completely by surprise. Again she
struggled but there was nothing she could do to stop the man from fastening it
tightly about her head. Standing behind her, he slid it over her head from the
forehead backwards and down. His right hand insured her nose protruded through
the nose hole so she could breathe. He pulled the ends of the leather bondage
device together behind the captive's head.
The helmet had three straps to keep the flaps pulled together. The first
went about her head at her eyes. With leather covering her head, she could see
nothing. The strap also went over both ears.
The helmet had a centimeter of padding on each side in the vicinity of
the wearer's ears. The strap pressed the padding snugly against the wearer's
ears so she could hear nothing. Without sight or hearing, she had no idea what
they intended to do to her.
The second strap went about the captive's head at her mouth. Since she
still had a ballgag wedged in her mouth, he did not pull this strap very tight.
Had she worn a cleave gag or simply had stuffing packed in her mouth, he would
have pulled the strap tightly through the buckle to insure she could utter no
sounds at all. The ballgag already did that. He tightened the strap merely to
keep the helmet neat.
The final strap encircled Clare's neck to keep the helmet on. Where the
other two straps had buckles to keep the ends together, the lowest strap had a
pair of rings to accommodate a padlock. Though the luscious captive could not
hear (or see) the man locking the strap with the padlock, she knew what he did.
When the man moved to the next helpless captive, Clare could neither see
nor hear anything. He had secured the discipline helmet about her head so she
could not get it off even if her hands were free.
The only part of her head that was exposed was her nose. It protruded
through a triangular slit in the front of the helmet. (Clare knew her nose was
exposed so she could breathe. If she disobeyed, she could count on someone
inserted a plug up each nostril to cut off her air. A few seconds of not being
able to breathe would cause any slave girl to be submissive. Clare had no
thoughts of disobeying. She decided that if she was a good little girl, they
would remove the discipline helmet.)
The group of men removing captives from the barrels was several minutes
behind the man putting discipline helmets on the captives. The delay was
intentional. They wanted the captive to have time to know just how helpless she
was.
Not that she was in any position to do anything, but Clare remained
quite passive as they removed her from the barrel.
They used a pry to pop the metal band off. With it gone, the staves
moved outwards a centimeter or so. This was enough for them to pull the end
boards off. Once the pieces were removed, they looped a strap under the
captive's arms. A chain run through an overhead pulley was used to draw her out.
Naturally Clare could not stand on her own after having been locked up
in that barrel for many hours. They used the chain to keep her on her feet.
Others took over to force her to try to walk. Her legs moved as though she was
walking, but her weight was borne by the chain and strap.
The first order of business was to clean the captive up and dress her.
The outfit was pretty much what you would expect a slave girl to wear – pink
patent leather high heeled sandals, sheer black stockings, pink and white satin
garter belts, flared, pink satin miniskirts, and matching pink satin halter
tops.
While moving from one stage to the next, the men had little need to
watch Clare. She stood waiting while they prepared the next step in her
enslavement. She was too exhausted to move, but even if she could, she could not
see where to run. The only reason to watch her at all was to insure she did not
stumble around blindly and hurt herself.
Feeding and watering the captives were next on the agenda after they
were cleaned and dressed. The food was a liquid mixture that would replenish
bodily fluids while providing energy to perform for the next twenty-four hours.
(Of course all the captives were tired. One key was to get them to submit before
they had rested. By the time they realized what they had done, they would be so
used to using their bodies to satisfy men that it would make no difference what
they thought.)
The feeding tube was, naturally enough, a long, large dildo. After
forcing Clare to her knees they removed the discipline helmet, the ear plugs and
the ballgag. She made no effort to resist as they forced her mouth on the shaft.
"Suck on it."
The beautiful captive saw the tubes running to the dildo so she knew
what it was for. She sucked as hard as she could on it, but nothing came from
the hole.
While she had tried to get the liquid out that way, they had run a short
metal rod between her collar and a trigger below the dildo.
"Suck on it as though you mean it!"
A man placed a hand on the back of her head. With little pressure, he
pushed her head forward so the hard rubber shaft slid into her mouth. As her
head moved forward, the rod moved forward too, pressing the trigger.
A stream of liquid spurted from the hole in the dildo. Since the shaft
was deep in her mouth at the time, the liquid shot into the back of her mouth
where it slid down her throat.
Clare, along with many of the others, sobbed as she jerked her head
forward and back. She wanted the liquid food even if she could not taste it. She
realized they were training her to be sexually submissive. She received oral
gratification from that shaft in her mouth. She would soon associate pleasant
thoughts with having a penis in her mouth.
It was not until they were feeding the line of slave girls that Canjac
identified Nancy. He whispered a few instructions to one of men. They attached a
tag on the back of her collar so they knew which she was. Canjac had special
plans for her.
While they treated Nancy much as they had Clare and the others, they
dressed her differently (though she did not know that yet). While the others had
traditional slave girl outfits that hid little and emphasized the physical
attributes of the wearer, they dressed Nancy in only high-heeled sandals. Canjac
oversaw the handling of Nancy to insure she was dressed as he wanted. The others
would submit quickly. He had planned Nancy's submission days before, even before
he went to the seaside village to set up this whole plot. She might want to
submit that day, but he was not going to allow her the pleasure of submission,
not yet. By the time he would allow her to serve as a slave girl, she would
enjoy it.
When each captive had swallowed her allotment of food, they placed a
leather blindfold over her eyes before pulling her mouth off the dildo. Half a
second after the shaft was removed, they stuffed a ballgag in her mouth. The
captives had nothing worthwhile saying anyway.
They let each slave girl have another potty break. When she was done,
they led each to a corridor where the men tethered them to rings on the walls.
With the blindfolds and gags still in place, each captive stood with her legs
spread wide to await her masters' pleasure. If she did not stand with her legs
spread, a few taps on the inside of the knee with a switch was enough to get
each to stand in the desired position.
Nancy would be the last to learn her fate, but she would have a special
vantage point from which to watch what happened to the others. Canjac would
tease her with their fate. By the time it was her turn, she would be ready to
submit, but he would not allow her.
He signaled a man to bring her along.
