Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilogram
Chapter 49
Across town, the Amazons were getting ready to proceed with the next
step of their plan to take over the college of cosmetology. Clarissa and the
others were certain Debbie was telling them the truth. They wanted another test
though. They wanted to see how well the president of the college could function
without an administrative assistant. Debbie had already contacted Charlene about
an interview. Putting this additional stress on her might cause her to make a
decision quickly.
Of course, some Amazons insisted on playing. One was Cathy, who would
play her usual role of beating the young women into submission.
The tall brunette thought she needed some exercise so she wandered down
the main hall looking for a slave girl who would meet her physical requirements.
Whenever she saw a captive she thought might work, she would stop to check her
attributes with her left hand. Each slave girl stared straight ahead, acting as
though Cathy did nothing to her as the Amazon fondled a tit to determine its
size. She needed big ones to do as she wished.
Her only criterion was that the slave girl have extremely large boobs.
What the slave girl had done, what she looked like, who she was, did not matter.
She only had to have big boobs.
Cathy selected Cindi. The blonde's titties were larger than any she had
come across so far, and she was impatient to get started. Soon the others would
come looking for her. If she wanted to get some exercise (and fun at the same
time), she would have to move quickly. The other Amazons simply did not
appreciate her idea of fun.
Unhooking the end of the blonde's leash from the ring on the wall, she
used it to lead her down the hall. Cindi had been spanked several times by Cathy
so she knew she was in for a punishment session. She wanted to resist but knew
she did not dare. She had witnessed the punishment of a slave girl who had
refused to do as the tall brunette ordered. Whatever the beautiful Amazon wanted
to do to her would not be as bad as her fate if she resisted.
The blonde slave girl hurried along after her mistress, her high heels
clicking on the floor. Her butt wiggled from side to side with each step. Cindi
stayed so close to Cathy that there was slack in the leash. She did not want to
give the Amazon any reason to give her additional punishment.
In her exercise room, Cathy already had to slave girls dressed as French
maids, ready to help. The Amazon led the buxom blonde halfway across the room
before tethering her to a ring at the end of a chain dangling down from the
ceiling. She next freed the slave girls from their bondage so they could help.
Each wore a blindfold so neither knew what to expect. All they knew that being
with Cathy meant frequent swats across the most sensitive parts of their bodies.
She used the leashes to bring them to their feet before removing the
blindfolds. She then led the two over to Cindi where she had them kneel facing
the chosen victim. As she removed their handcuffs, she gave them instructions.
"Put a leather catsuit on this line. And you had better be quick about
it. If I see any hesitation, I may want to work out with either or both of you."
Even though the handcuffs were removed from their wrists, the slave
girls knelt with their hands behind their backs, heads bowed so they could stare
at their knees. Their naked bottoms were raised in the air.
Cathy stepped between them. Squatting slightly, she simultaneously
whacked both on their bottoms. The two slave girls jumped to their feet to get
the leather suit. Each would rather help with Cindi's chastisement, than to
suffer it herself.
The captive blonde waited passively as the two French maids dressed her
in the leather outfit. She knew her fate would be much worse if she tried to
resist.
The catsuit had a pair of holes in feet so they could slip Cathy's high
heels down through them, with the toes in the leather and the stiletto heel
protruding through holes in the heels. The leather outfit covered her legs and
torso but left her bottom exposed. The outfit also was crotchless but that did
not bother the blonde beauty as much as having her buttocks bared. Why else
would Cathy have chosen this outfit, unless it was to beat her behind?
To get the upper part of the catsuit on her, the French Maids had to
remove the handcuffs holding the blonde's arms behind her back. The buxom blonde
made no effort to escape as the French Maids pulled the leather outfit about
her. Only when she felt them adjust it about her body did she realize, to her
horror, that her large boobs protruding through a pair of holes cut in the
bodice of the outfit.
This gave Cathy two targets, her bottom and her boobs.
The blonde was in no position to protest and the French maids dressing
her gave her no opportunity at all to resist. As soon as they had the upper part
of the leather catsuit on her body, they slid her arms in the sleeves. Each one
fitted a leather cone over one of Cindi's hands. Each cone ended in a small
metal ring. The French maids attached the cones to the leather sleeves with
straps.
The beautiful blonde no longer had use of her hands though her arms were
free.
The French Maids then went to work at her neck, pulling the heavy
material up to get it on the right. Next they moved to the sides of the catsuit
where there were lacings that when drawn tight would make the outfit extremely
snug about the wearer's body. They worked their way down each side. When they
reached the end at the hip, they then turned their attention to the sleeves,
doing the same thing with the lacing down the arms. When they had each sleeve
laced down to be wrists, with all slack drawn from the leather, they freed her
hands from her sides so they could pull them behind her back.
The catsuit had many D-rings at strategic places so they could secure
the captive in any one of a hundred positions. Using a pair of small padlocks,
they locked the blonde's arms behind her back, the ring on the end of each cone
locked to a ring on the opposite arm at the elbow. This kept the captive's arms
away from her bottom so she could not use them to try to protect that exposed
part of her anatomy.
They then spun the captive around said she faced Cathy. They knew the
Amazon mistress wanted to watch the hands the remainder of the bondage was
placed on the beautiful captive.
One French maid then pulled the ball gag from the slave girl's mouth.
The other had a wad of cloth ready. With the tips of her fingers she shoved it
in. Quickly the other French maids raised a cloth in the captive's mouth and
held it on the sides. The other scampered around behind the buxom captive to
take the ends of the cloth and tie them together behind her head under her long
blonde hair.
Next came a discipline helmet. Cathy saw Cindi look down in fright at
the device, then looked back at her to plead with her blue eyes. Cathy found
herself becoming aroused by the slave girl's fear. A smile appeared on the
Amazon's mouth. She so loved it when the slave girls were afraid of her. It
made them so much more responsive when she inflicted pain on them.
The slave girl with the discipline helmet held it up against the
captive's face so Cindi's nose protruded through the triangular hole in the
center. That was the only opening on the helmet. Moving her hands to be sides of
Cindi's head, she held the discipline helmet in place while the other slave girl
pulled the flaps together behind the captive's head. Once she had it in place,
she threaded a lace through a pair of holes at the top and worked her way down,
back and forth, back and forth when she reached the nape of the blonde's neck,
she tied a large bow with the lace.
Cathy pointed to a French Maid, then to a crank on the wall about five
meters to her right
"Lower that chain so she can attach it to the top of the helmet."
That French Maid scampered to the wall. Pulling the pin from the device,
she began to turn the handle. A chain ran from it through a pulley overhead and
another pulley over Cindi's head. As she turned the handle, the chain dropped
down toward the ring on the helmet.
The other French Maid attached a clasp at the end of the chain to the
ring. She had no need to lock it as Cindi could not undo it bound as she was.
Cathy moved her arm in a circle telling the French Maid should turn the
handle. She moved the handle around a few times to take the slack out of the
chain.
"Secure her feet to the floor." Cathy said as she tossed a pair of
leather cuffs to the French maid before her.
That slave girl in down and Cindi's feet to wrap a leather top about
each ankle. Dangling down from a ring on one them was a short chain. She
threaded it through a ring in the floor and then back up to a ring on the top of
the other ankle.
"Now put the pussy plug in."
The second French maid remained at the crank while the first retrieved
an adjustable metal tube. At one end was a dildo. The other was threaded so she
could screw it in the floor between Cindi's feet. Once she had the tube securely
in position, she turned the locking ring that freed the end of the tube with the
dildo. She pulled it up, forcing the tip of the dildo into the blonde's pussy.
Cindi moved her feet as far apart as the chains would allow. The French Maid
shoved half the length in before she had to twist it back and forth to continue.
"Don't push it too far in. I want to give her room to wiggle about."
Turning to the other French Maid, she added, "Now stretch her out."
Cathy stared at blonde's high heels until the heels barely touched the
floor.
"Stop. Lock it and come over here."
While she waited, she stepped close to Cindi so she could hear her
through the helmet.
"Wiggle back and forth until your nipples are hard."
She turned to the two French Maids.
"Face each other. Now, one at a time, pull the other's top down to
expose her titties."
The two knew that as slave girls they were not allowed to adjust their
clothing.
"Stand back to back with your hands around the other's body."
When they stood in the desired position, Cathy secured their hands with
manacles. (These were similar to handcuffs, but the connecting chains were
longer.)
"Now we are going to play a little game. Whoever can make the other's
nipples harder by playing with them, wins. The loser, well, we will see about
that."
Even before she had finished, the two were fondling each other. Fingers
played with nipples until they were hard and pointed. Neither wanted to be the
first to quit.
Now that the easy part was done, Cathy had to decide what type of where
paddle or switch to use. She selected a small paddle only a centimeter and a
half wide. She swung it a few times through the air. Looking over at Cindi's
titties. She thought maybe they were big enough for this paddle. Looking back at
the collection of spanking implements on the rack, she decided against using it.
She selected a pair of switches, one large and one small. Holding one in each
hand, she returned to the three slave girls swinging them up and down so they
whistled. She tossed the larger one aside.
Cindi heard the sounds and knew what they meant. Her nipples were so
hard and pointed they looked as they were about to explode off her chest, but
the buxom blonde wiggled back and forth faster.
Cathy took her position on Cindi's right, half a meter from her.
"I don't think your nipples are hard enough. You simply aren't trying
hard enough."
The tall Amazon looked over at her two helpers. Fingers flashed rapidly
on the soft mounds.
Slap!
She flicked the switch against the blonde's chest. On the flesh of each
breast, a red welt appeared diagonally across each nipple. Cathy grabbed Cindi's
right tittie with her right hand to fondle it. She enjoyed the warmth and
created by a welt. She delivered six rapid blows to the left tittie.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Cathy heard Cindi trying to scream through the gag and the discipline
helmet.
Moving over to the blonde's left, she practiced her backhand on the
other tit. Slap! The mound wobbled with each blow. Slap! Cathy enjoyed the sight
so much she whacked that tittie half a dozen more times.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Cathy moved from one side of the blonde to the other, delivering a
random number of blows so Cindi had no idea how long the punishment on a
particular area would continue.
She moved over to the French Maids. At her approach, they worked harder
to excite the tits of the other.
The tall Amazon stared at the two for a few seconds. The French Maid in
front of her was so excited that Cathy suspected she was close to coming.
From a far corner of the room she retrieved a rubber-coated rope about
two centimeters in diameter. She tied one end to the chain connecting the
manacles of one of the French Maids. She passed it between each captives' legs
and up to the other chain. As she pulled down on it, she drew each woman's hands
down, away from the tits of the other.
Before continuing she made certain it passed between the labia of each.
When they struggled, the rope would rub against their pussies. Merely struggling
would arouse them.
"Both of you, put your feet together."
She passed one end of a leather strap under the arches of a pair of high
heels. The ends crossed on top the slave girl's feet. She passed the ends
between the back of her ankles and around in front where she buckled them
together. Another strap went about the lower thighs immediately above the knees.
Cathy repeated the process with the legs of the other slave girl. A
final strap formed a loop that connected both pairs of legs. The two could
squirm, but could do nothing else.
"Let me see. Whose nipples are more erect?"
She thought about it for a few seconds while she moved about the
captives. Each hoped she would be spared; each knew she would be punished
anyway.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The slave girl tried to scream through her gag. As she struggled, the
cord moved to and fro along her pussy. The nipples of each became erect.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Red marks appeared on the titties of the second slave girl.
Cathy moved back toward the first.
"Are you about ready?"
She looked to her right. Clarissa came through the door, followed by
half a dozen other Amazons.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"I know what I have to do."
She moved around to the second slave girl.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Tucking the switch under her left arm, she smiled at Clarissa. She said
nothing as she crossed the room. Clarissa started to follow, but stopped before
she got there.
When Cathy turned, she held up a yellow silk miniskirt and that was
quite short and very narrow.
"If you think?"
Clarissa frowned. "I don't know. I'll have to see it on you first."
Cathy rolled her eyes as she shrugged.
"You bring them back here and I'll be ready."
Before she could reply, a voice called out from another doorway.
"Clarissa. There is someone out here who wants to see you."
They had time constraints so she did not want any unnecessary
interruptions.
"This better be important," she mumbled under her breath as she moved
toward the door with long steps.
In the waiting room she found Shelley waiting. The woman mounted to her
feet with a smile.
"Oh, hi."
This woman was becoming annoying. The Amazon imagined how the young
woman would look wearing only a collar and a small.
"I have a favor to ask."
"What?"
"I was wondering if you could fix of one of my slave girls."
"Which one?"
"Janice. I want you to turn her into a virgin."
Clarissa was not certain want Shelley it was up to. She shrugged.
"Why not? Where is she?"
"I have her tethered outside. I have to take her and Paulette for
another fitting for their bridesmaids outfits."
"Have a seat. I have to go and take care of something, but I'll get
someone to take care of her. She can't come through that door, that door is
reserved for free women. I'll have someone take her around to the slave girls'
entrance. Just have a seat."
Shelley had hoped to have a tour of the building, or at least be invited
further inside. None of this had happened. They treated her as though she was a
business associate. She plopped down on a chair with her lower lip sticking out.
Half an hour later, an Amazon she did not recognize came through the
door leading Janice by a leash that ran down between her legs. Shelley smiled
when she saw Janice's red eyes. The beautiful slave girl had been crying. She
wondered if it was from pain, embarrassment, or the knowledge of what she was
not going to get.
"I added a special ring," the Amazons remarked to Shelley. Turning to
Janice she snapped, "Turn around and bend over so your mistress can admire your
new jewelry."
The beauty shuffled around in a half circle until she faced away from
Shelley. Spreading her legs as far apart as she could, she bent over.
As Shelley had asked, they had turned the slave girl into a "virgin" by
sealing her pussy with seven gold rings. There was so little space between them
that Janice could not get any stimulation between her legs.
The woman grabbed a handful of her slave girl's long tresses to pull her
upright.
"See, Janice? Now you can only give pleasure - you can't get it." She
spun her slave girl around. "Don't you think you deserve this?"
Tears started to well up in the beauty's eyes as she nodded. If she
indicated anything else, Shelley would punish her.
One ring in the middle was larger than the others. The Amazon tugged
lightly on the leash attached to it.
"Believe me, wherever you go, she will gladly follow."
"Can I talk to Clarissa?"
"She's not here. She had some errands to run. Here, look at the special
treat I put in here."
The Amazon took Janice to the slave girls' entrance while Shelley went
outside to get Paulette who was tethered to the building next to the door.
"I wonder what sort of errands Clarissa's has to run?" she thought as
she unfastened the end of the buxom's beauty's leash.
