Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 45
They led Nancy to a large discipline room almost at the end of the hall.
In it were pillories, racks and a host of other discipline devices that were
sure to make any captive's blood run cold. Of course Canjac did not use them on
the slave girls (unless they begged for it). The mere presence of a device
capable of inflicting great discomfort was sufficient to make the most
recalcitrant slave girl submissive. He selected this particular room because he
needed a lot of room in which to work. This was the fourth largest group he had
ever taken at one time. (Of course, he concentrated on quality, not quantity.)
Along the wall at the far side of the room were three poles running from
the floor to the ceiling. Each was fifteen centimeters in diameter. Canjac
indicated with a wave of his man which they were to use.
Two men pushed Nancy against the pole on the far left. One man held her
by the shoulders while the other removed the handcuffs. The buxom beauty made no
effort to resist once her hands were free. The man behind her pulled Nancy's
hands over her head and behind the pole. He crossed then at the wrists and held
them together against the pole.
The other man stepped around behind the captive with a rope. With
Nancy's hands pressed against the pole he had no trouble looping the rope about
her crossed wrists. A simple square knot insured she was helpless. He then
thrust the ends of the rope through a ring high on the pole. He tied the ends
together so far above the captive beauty's hands that she could not reach them.
The first man pulled Nancy's right foot up so her leg was bent at a
right angle. After tying a rope to her ankle, he passed the working end between
the captive's arms and the pole. On the other side a man pulled all the slack
from the rope before bending the brunette's left leg up in the same position as
her right. When he tied the end to her left ankle, her legs remained off the
floor, her weight resting on her bound arms. No matter how much she struggled,
Nancy could not get free. If she did get loose, she would fall to the floor.
When Canjac removed the blindfold, Nancy blinked several times as the
light struck her eyes.
"I have a special fate for you," Canjac said as he stroked the nipple of
Nancy's left tittie. "First things first though. You get to watch what happens
to your friends. By the time we are finished with them, I think you will be
agreeable to anything I say."
Sounds from the doorway distracted him for a few seconds though his hand
never stopped stroking that sensitive part of the captive's body.
The first slave girl was led in. She made no effort to resist as they
had her lay on the floor, her feet toward the wall, her head toward the center
of the room. A spreader bar between her ankles kept her legs apart.
The men attached a chain to a ring on the center of the bar. The chain
ran through an overhead pulley. By turning a crank on the wall they shortened
the chain, slowly drawing the young woman's legs into the air.
As her legs rose in the air, the short skirt fell down, exposing her
pussy. When they had her suspended so her pussy was at eye-level, they locked
the chain. They removed the blindfold from the captive. As with Nancy, Canjac
wanted her to see what happened.
"Well, to be truthful, some of them are not your friends. I know you had
several Amazons as slave girls. They looked the same in barrels as the members
of D. A. A. M. so I decided to treat them all the same. It will be interesting
to see if the Amazons or the anti-Amazons submit faster."
Canjac looked away as a second slave girl was brought in. In a couple of
minutes they had her suspended next to the first. The men moved back to the
doorway. Time was limited and there were many captives waiting to be processed
in the hallway.
"When we are finished with them, it will be your turn."
He removed his hands from her bosom, but took the left nipple between
his lips. The little murmurs she made told him she was becoming aroused.
"I will have these girls to play with whenever I want." He playfully
slapped the left tittie. "And I am sure you will be glad when I do."
Canjac looked around. The "How" of forcing the captives to want to be
slave girls had been worked out before. The minor details needed attention.
"We need a big chair," he said, gesturing with his arms out.
Some of his men found a large, comfortable chair in another room. They
dragged it past the third captive as two men hauled her legs in the air. Canjac
sat watching as they led the fourth captive in. By the time they had her
suspended upside down, all his men were present. Everyone wanted to be part of
the festivities.
With a wave of his hand, he signaled them to begin.
They lowered the first girl. She had hung upside down for half an hour.
With a man holding each arm, she moved toward her future master. Several times
her knees started to give way. They pulled her over in front of Canjac where
they forced her to her knees.
"I want you to offer your body to me as a slave girl."
The captive stared back at him, knowing what he wanted her to do. (Yes,
she had a name but that no longer mattered.) Slowly she shook her head, acting
as though she had a choice.
Canjac let a smile wander across his lips. He anticipated some
resistance at first.
"I was hoping you would say 'no.' You will make a positive contribution
to today's festivities by showing the others what will happened if they refuse."
"I'll give you another chance after I have dealt with some of the
others. In the meantime, you hang upside down with your legs spread as you just
were. Only this time with a discipline helmet."
He smiled at her.
"And maybe a special plug."
With a wave of his hand he motioned the two men to drag the captive
away. She tried to resist as they grabbed her by the upper arms. With her hands
cuffed behind her back, she could do nothing to stop them. Though she was
upright, she did not walk. Her feet slid across the floor as the two dragged her
to the other end of the room.
They pushed down to her knees. One man stood before the beautiful
captive with his hands on her shoulders. He kept her in that position while the
other man wrapped a discipline helmet about her head.
Once they had it strapped tight, they pushed her facedown on the floor.
She tried to keep them from putting the spreader bar between her ankles. One man
held her left foot in the air so the leg was bent at the knee. Quickly the
second man fastened the leather strap about her lower calve at the ankle. As
easily as they did that with her left leg they fastened the other end of the bar
to the right leg.
A third man lowered a chain from the ceiling so when they were finished
with the spreader bar, the end of the chain was at the proper height. They
slipped the hook through the ring in the center. As the man shortened the chain,
the captive's legs rose in the air.
In a matter of minutes she was in the same position she had been, only
this time she wore a discipline helmet so she could neither see nor hear what
went on.
Canjac had promised something extra in this position. They pressed an
oversized dildo into her pussy, working it back and forth to get it to slide all
the way in. The helpless captive's body writhed in embarrassment and ecstasy as
they pushed it in. When they stopped pressing it, she hung limply in her
bondage.
As these men worked for the first captive, two others prepared the
second. As they pulled her toward Canjac, her head was turned toward the first
girl. She did not look at him until they forced her to her knees.
"Are you going to show me what you have to offer?"
The captive looked to her left but her long tresses kept her from seeing
anything. Looking back at Canjac, she slowly nodded.
"Crawl forward."
Canjac leaned forward so to reach the upper edge of the halter top. He
pulled down until her nipples popped out. Holding one cone between the thumb and
index finger of each hand, he rolled them around until they became hard and
pointed.
"Isn't that better than being strung up?"
The slave girl nodded.
"Are you ready to offer me what you have?"
The captive nodded again.
"Go ahead and offer it."
As his hands pulled away, she started to rise. She had her body only a
few centimeters in the air when she started to fall. The men grabbed her to pull
her upright. (She was too valuable an object to allow her to hurt herself.) She
started to turn, then thought better of it. First, she executed a clumsy curtsy,
then turned away from him. Spreading her legs as far apart as her shoulders, she
bent forward. The short hem of the miniskirt rose in the air to reveal her
pussy.
A well-trained slave girl would have stared straight ahead, but this
slave girl twisted her head around to see if what she did pleased Canjac.
He fondled her bare bottom with both hands.
"Just think that your entire life until this point has been wasted.
You've achieved your destiny wearing a collar and assuming this position."
"Turn around and come here."
She knew what that meant. She was to receive the traditional first
spanking at the hands of her master to make her aware that he decided whether
she would be punished or not. She made no effort to resist as he laid her across
his lap. His left hand pulled back the short skirt to reveal her bare
bottomcheeks.
Slap! Slap!
"Did that hurt very much?"
The captive looked back at him. Slowly she shook her head. She knew the
harder punishment would come next. That was what she would do if she had a slave
girl across her lap.
"That certainly was far less a punishment than being strung up by your
feet with your legs spread, is it?"
She nodded, slowly realizing that he did not intend to beat her into
submission.
With a wave of his hand he signaled some of his men to lead her across
the room.
At the far end of the room (opposite Canjac), they had her stand with
her legs spread. One man unlocked her handcuffs but he and another man
immediately pulled her arms toward the wall. She stared at her hands as they
attached leather cuffs to her wrists. Short chains connected them to rings on
the wall, forcing her to stand with her weight resting on her hands. She could
have altered her position by moving her legs, but she knew they would only
punish her if she did that.
She had submitted. Now they had to insure she enjoyed it. One man pulled
her bra toward her waist, exposing her titties. His left hand fondled them, his
right explored her crotch.
The slave girl closed her eyes, her head back. No, this certainly was
much better than being punished.
The signal to take her away was also the signal for them to lower the
next girl. She had seen what had happened. There was no doubt in her mind what
she would do. She did not want to kneel before her master. She wanted to turn to
offer her pussy to him as soon as she was in front of him. The men had to force
her to her knees so she could start the ritual from the beginning.
In minutes, she stood next to the first girl, bent over, legs spread,
pussy offered to anyone who wanted it. Though the room was the largest Canjac
had, it was not enough to fit all the men and slave girls at the same time. At a
certain point the wall became filled with naked, submissive slave girls offering
their bodies to anyone who wanted them. When that happened, they removed the
slave girl who had been there the longest time. They dressed her in her "work"
clothes and showed her what was expected of her.
After the second woman had submitted, Canjac bounded to his feet to
inspect the woman hanging by her heels. She hung limply until her fondled her
large bosom. She began to writhe about.
"A few more minutes and I think she will be ready."
Two more slave girls submitted before he was ready to give the first
another opportunity.
Once they had the discipline helmet off, they dragged her across the
room. She did not even dare to hold her head up in her master's presence. She
kept her face to the floor. She knelt with her knees wide apart, the traditional
position of a slave girl offering her body to her master.
Canjac extended a foot. Using the toe of the boot, he pulled her face
up.
By the look in her eyes she knew she would do anything to avoid another
session like that.
"Have you been a bad little slave girl?"
Slowly she nodded.
"Don't bad little slave girls deserve to be punished?"
Again a nod, but not much of one.
Canjac's nod was hardly noticeable, but it was sufficient to cause one
of his men to slide a wooden paddle across the floor. It stopped a meter to the
left of the slave girl.
Attracted by the sound, she looked in that direction. When she saw what
it was, she jerked her head around to plead with her eyes for her master to
spare her.
"I would say about a dozen with a paddle are in order. Don't you agree?"
She did not answer but continued to stare at him.
"Don't you agree?" this time a little louder and more forceful.
She nodded a little, hoping he would take it for an answer and at the
same time would not notice she agreed to be punished.
"On your feet! Assume the position, facing the wall in that direction."
They had to help her up and turn her toward the right. She almost
fainted when they let go. The men grabbed her to keep her from hitting the
floor. Once they had her upright again, they let go.
Slowly she bent forward, sticking her bottom out.
Canjac picked up the paddle as he circled her. Once he had made a
complete circuit, he placed the paddle against her exposed, bare bottom. He let
it slip forward and back against the soft flesh.
She sobbed through the gag as she waited for the blow to fall.
He fondled her left tittie with his left hand.
"Doesn't that feel better?"
She grunted through the gag.
"Don't you want to be a good little slave girl?"
There was no doubt her grunt was affirmative.
"Would you be willing to do anything to keep from being paddled?"
No doubt a rhetorical question. The captive nodded. She started to look
back at Canjac but thought better of it.
"Come over here and kneel at my feet."
By the time she had turned, he had resumed his place in the chair. As
she sat, one of his men tossed him a dildo gag which he held up for her to see.
"Do you know what this is?"
Her head moved up and down, his eyes riveted on the hard rubber shaft in
his hand.
"You can avoid a spanking if you earn your dildo gag. Either you earn it
before you leave this room, or you get bound over a spanking bar so we can make
use of your other end."
He put the dildo gag on his lap to free both hands. He pushed her head
down toward the floor so he could see the buckle of the strap holding the
ballgag in her mouth.
"Beg for permission."
"Please, master, please let me earn my dildo gag."
The entire time she had his shaft in her mouth, she looked up at him,
hoping he would give her some sign of approval.
He wedged the ballgag back into her mouth when she was done, but did not
fasten the strap.
"Now I want you to run to the next man over there. Work your way around
the room until we tell you to stop."
Needless to say, the captive stood up against the wall with a dildo gag
in her mouth long before the last captive was brought into the room.
Twenty-eight women had arrived in barrels that morning. Twenty-seven of
them were paraded in front of Canjac. Twenty-seven of them offered their bodies
to him.
That left only Nancy.
Canjac returned to the beautiful captive so he could fondle her bare
titties again.
"That all went quite well, don't you think? I thought maybe a few at the
beginning might resist but once they started offering me their pussies, it
seemed they could not stop."
His left hand went to her face. He gently rubbed the back of her hand on
her cheek.
"I have a special treat for you, one I normally reserve for Amazons. It
will take longer getting you to submit, but I'm certain that when you do, all
these women will appear frigid compared to you."
He smiled before turning his head to the right.
"Let's get Nancy ready. Somebody bring me a nipple nipper."
