Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilogram
Chapter 50
With this influx of new slave girls caused by the acquisition of D. A.
A. M. and its slave girls, Canjac realized that he had too many for his men to
handle. He had to get rid of some of the experienced slave girls who no longer
interested him, and some of the newer ones who did not meet his high standards.
This created a problem. He had his regular outlets to whom he supplied trained
girls. They could not accept the quantity he had. He had to develop new buyers.
Getting rid of the Amazons he had turned into slave girls was something
of a problem. It took several months to train them so they were submissive.
There was a ready market for French maids who had once been Amazons. Men, and
women, enjoyed watching the submissiveness of these former mistresses. The more
dominant a woman had been before her collar, the more submissive she was as a
slave girl.
He had a number of former Amazons undergoing training right now but it
would be several weeks before he could sell them. He had high standards to
maintain.
That meant he had to deal with some new people. It seemed that everyone
wanted to do business with him, but he had his own standards. He would sell a
slave girl only to a master or mistress who knew how to take care of one. Treat
a beautiful slave girl as a beautiful slave girl, and she will respond as one
would expect a beautiful slave girl to respond.
(Of course there were many instances where he sold slave girls to women
solely so he could become their friends. Several of them now were wearing his
collar and undergoing training. He had discovered that a woman who enjoyed using
a paddle on a slave girl usually did so because she had a hidden desire to be a
slave girl.)
As he looked through his correspondence in search of someone to whom he
could sell a partially trained slave girl, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in."
The man who entered was in charge of breaking in the new Amazons.
"We have a problem with one of the Amazons. She doesn't want to 'stud.'"
"Which one?"
"Lori."
Well, the Amazons were wondering what had happened to her. But we
suspected the truth all along. Put an Amazon in a collar and strip her of her
clothing, and her best friend wouldn't recognize her.
"Bring her in here. Tell the others to get ready to give her a shave."
After Canjac gave the order, it took the man just seconds to bring Lori
in as he had her tethered outside the door. He then left to pass the word to get
ready for more humiliation for the brunette. The former Amazon stood before
Canjac's desk. She tried to stare him down, but her eyes dropped to the floor.
She wore the collar of a slave girl. She knew what she had to do.
Slowly the beautiful brunette lowered her left knee to the floor. When
it touched, she brought her right down to join it. She knelt submissively as a
slave girl before her master.
They had spanked her several times, but it had always been bare hand on
bare bottom. She knew every slaver kept a supply of whips, paddles and crops
handy.
"So you think being a stud is beneath need you. You certainly enjoyed it
when others did it to you."
Lori started to raise her head, then thought better of it. She knew that
if she were in their position she would have no qualms about beating a slave
girl's bottom until it was bright red. She believed they were lulling her into a
state of comfort so the spankings she got would be worse.
She did not know the way Canjac worked.
"I want to be generous, Lori. If you agree to do it the rest of the day
like the good little slave girl I know you want to be, you will not be punished.
Do you agree to do it?"
The beautiful brunette looked up with defiance in her eyes. She shook
her head violently so her long dark hair floated about her head.
Canjac smiled.
"I hope you would answer that way."
Her master stood up. As he did so, the door to the hall opened.
"Get her ready. I think Lori needs to realize what a close shave she
had." The brunette looked up at her master, wondering why he and the man behind
her were laughing.
The man took her leash. She had no choice but to come to her feet when
he jerked up on it, and follow him from the room. He took her to a room she had
not been in yet. In the middle of the room there was a contraption that appeared
to be some sort of rack. The device was shaped like a Y, mounted on a single
pedestal. Lori did not know what to expect, but she knew she was not going to
like this.
The man tethered her to a ring on the wall next to the door. Without a
word to the captive, he left, closing the door behind.
Lori did what any other slave girl would do. She struggled with her
bondage and tried to break the leash so she could escape. Nothing she did gave
her any freedom at all. The bondage of a slave girl was a science, dedicated to
the sole objective of rendering the female captive helpless.
She stared at that bondage device, wondering what it was for. The
captive could lay on it with arms spread, or legs spread. She was pretty certain
she would be on it with her legs spread.
Canjac returned with two of his men. It took him only seconds to remove
her halter top and miniskirt. He smiled at her as she stroked her nipples. She
tried to turn away, but he grabbed a handful of her hair with his other hand to
hold her in place. He pulled her head around so she had to look at him.
"I hope you like this, Lori. Because that is all you are going to get
for a while."
He began to laugh.
While her master had distracted her, another of the man moved behind
Lori with a black satin blindfold which he slipped over her eyes. She wanted to
struggle but it was too late. Now that they had her blindfolded so she would not
know what was about to happen, they removed the leash from her collar. Turning
her around, they propelled her to forward. Above the sounds of her high heels,
she heard a mechanical creaking and knew they were doing something to that
device.
They turned her around before removing the handcuffs. A pair of hands
held each arm so she could not struggle as they pushed her backwards. Once her
back was against the device, they pulled her arms behind it. (She was correct in
her thinking about how they would bind her to the device. The "vee" part of the
device was at her feet.) Leather cuffs secured her arms there. A leather strap
went about her slender waist, and another around her upper chest above her large
tits. These held her back against it.
Lori was certain they intended to do something to her such as beat her
tits. She was surprised when hands unbuckled the strap so they could pull the
rubber ball from her mouth.
"Ahhhgggg!! Ahhhgggg!!"
A metal device between her teeth kept her from closing her mouth. By
turning a lever, they forced her to open her mouth as wide as it could go.
"Ahhhgggg!! Ahhhgggg!!"
She expected them to shove some new gag into her mouth, such as a penis
gag, but instead a pair of rubber chocks were placed between her back teeth, one
on each side.
She could not close her mouth.
To insure her silence, something was wedged between her front teeth.
She could not see it, but it was a simple rubber drain stopper. They
were treating her mouth as nothing more than a drain.
Now that they had her secured to the device, they shifted it back so she
lay on it. Leather straps about her lower thighs and ankles kept her from being
able to move her legs from the "vee" of the device. With her legs spread wide,
her crotch was available.
They adjust the device so the beautiful brunette's head was near the
floor, her legs raised in the air. Her crotch was at chest level. The straps
made it so she could wiggle about, but could do nothing else.
She was ready for her a rather unique punishment.
Canjac stood by the captive's legs, looking down at her face. He flashed
her a smile she could not see, patted her pussy, and made his way across the
room. It took almost a minute to find what he needed as he rarely had to resort
to this type of punishment. The slave girl who experienced it, and those who saw
happen to another, tried hard to avoid it. Finally he found what he needed: a
china cup with a brush, a small bar of soap, a straight razor, and a leather
strap. Adding a little water to the cup, he created suds by moving the brush
around on the soap.
As he worked, he looked over at the beautiful captive. She was
struggling with her bondage, but not enough to cause her to merit punishment. He
smiled. He knew she must be imagining all kinds of potential punishments. But
she had no idea how insidious this one would be.
He handed the cup and other items to one of his men, keeping only the
razor and the strap. Moving around where he had a good look at the captive's
beautiful face, he stropped the razor until it was, well, razor sharp.
"In honor of your disobedience, we are going to call this 'Lori's close
shave.'"
By then she had an idea what he was going to do to her. (Of course, she
did not know the full consequences.)
Removing his trousers, Canjac straddled her face and motioned for any
man to elevate that end of the device. Slowly Lori's face came closer and closer
to his crotch. Holding his left hand in the air, he signaled the man to stop. He
pulled the plug from the slave girl's mouth, leaning forward so he was in the
right position. He pushed his cock down so when they raised the device higher,
his cock slid into the slave girl's open mouth.
The device went higher and higher, forcing his cock deeper and deeper
into her mouth. They stopped when her master was literally sitting on her face,
the tip of his cock deep into her mouth.
"I think the only way you can it that out of the back of your throat is
by sucking it dry."
All three men laughed.
Lori sobbed as she realized what her master said was true. She hoped she
could make him come and would cost it to shrink. In the back of her mind though,
she knew that, like all men, he would have a constant erection. Her lips were of
no use. All she could use was her tongue.
Lori's attention on the cock showed deep into her mouth, kept her from
realizing what Canjac did to her. Using the brush first, he lathered up her
crotch so all her pubic hair was covered. Using the razor with short strokes, he
carefully shaved away all of her pubic hair. When he was finished, her crotch
was as smooth as her bottom.
One of his men tossed him a rag that he used to wipe the area clean. His
hand slid from the brunette's right thigh to her left.
He signaled them to lower the device so he could get off Lori's face. As
he pulled his cock out, he wedged the rubber stopper back in. He had not come
but that was not because the captive had not tried.
As he pulled up his pants, the two men maneuvered the device so Lori's
head was up in the air again. The man then used extracting hooks to pull the
rubber chocks from her mouth. A wadded up piece of cloth kept her silent. The
rubber stopper kept the cloth in her mouth.
"Let's get her dressed before we show her what she is going to do."
Using the leash attached to her collar, they led her down the hallway to
another room. The brunette walked somewhat bowlegged because of the itch at her
crotch because of the shave. No one paid her any attention. The other slave
girls had their own problems to worry about.
Canjac selected the outfit for her and handed it to one of the waiting
French maids. Three of them swarmed all over Lori, dressing her as her master
wanted. These were some of his more experienced French maids, each of them a
former Amazon. It did not take them long to finish. They felt no sympathy for
Lori. They had obeyed and were treated as good little slave girls. They knew
that she deserved this punishment.
When they had her dressed, Canjac reattached the leash to lead her down
the hall to his office. Once inside he turned her so she faced a full-length
mirror. Though she had been a slave girl for only a few days, she automatically
stood with her legs spread far apart.
Canjac removed the blindfold.
Lori blinked rapidly several times as her eyes became used to the light.
Then she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes started at the reflection of
her face and worked her way down.
They had dressed her in something that resembled the outfit of a French
maid. The bodice of the black satin dress was so low that her nipples protruded
over the neckline. She had already gotten use to showing off her large tits. The
waist was quite tight. Her gaze dropped lower, stopped and her eyes grew wide in
shock.
She saw immediately what Canjac had done to her. The dress was split up
the front to her waist. The hem was flared, but there was a triangular gap,
twelve-centimeters wide at the bottom narrowing to a couple centimeters at the
waist. Standing with her legs spread apart helped pull the gap apart. Anyone
would have an unobstructed view of her pubic area.
That now was shaved clean.
"And until that hair grows back, your pussy is off-limits to everyone."
Canjac moved next to the slave girl. His right hand moved down under the
short skirt to fondle her bottom while his left work on her left nipple. Lori
found herself being aroused. She was (or had been) an Amazon. She was used to
being in control. The manner in which he fondled her tittie made her secretly
wish he would use you as a slave girl.
"Every time you disobey, you will be pulled back into the room and we
will shave you again. Until then, this is all the action you will get."
He had fondled her until she became aroused and then he stopped.
"And until that hair grows back as thick as it was, you are the lowest
of all my slave girls. In case you have any doubts about that, let's go out and
see what the other slave girls think about this."
With a jerk on the leash, he ordered the former Amazon to follow him
from the room and down the hall. In a rather large room, about 10 or 12 of
Canjac's new acquisitions were being trained as slave girls.
The training was basic. Kneel. Rise. Turn around. Bend over. The basic
commands continued until a woman responded to them instinctively. When she
reacted as a slave girl, she was one no matter what she wanted.
Three or four men hovered around the captives with switches as
inducement for them to behave. Another barked out orders.
Now standup. Turn around. Spread your legs further apart. Bend over.
Look straight ahead. Straighten up. Kneel. Stand up. Kneel. Put your face on the
floor with your behind the air.
Already they were obeying the orders immediately. Soon they would know
to obey them without thinking.
Canjac lead Lori in front of the group
"Have them kneel and look in this direction."
The slave girls were facing the door and over with her legs spread. They
were dressed as French maids, but did not wear panties. Though each one wondered
what her master wanted them to see, not one changed her gaze.
"Straighten up! Turn around! Kneel! Look at us!"
Canjac looked down at Lori's crotch. While she had her legs spread
apart, she could do better.
"Spread your legs further apart, Lori. Let them all see what you have.
Or should I say don't have."
The beautiful brunette could tell they all were laughing at her behind
their gags. She wanted desperately to draw her legs together, but knew she did
not dare.
"You need to adjust your position a little so they can get a look at
your pussy from another angle. Turn around and bend over."
And Lori and looked at her master, pleading with her eyes for him not to
have her do this. He stood there with his arms folded across her chest. She knew
she would be punished if she did not obey.
She slowly pulled her legs together so she could turn around. Once she
faced away from the others, she spread her legs as far apart as they had been.
Then she leaned over, staring at the far end of the room.
"Bend over further. Look at the other little slave girls between your
legs."
In order to do that, Lori had to bend over even further. It was obvious
they all were taking delight in her shaved condition.
"I think everyone needs a closer look."
He gave no verbal orders this time. A jerk on the leash caused her to
straighten up and then turn around. He led her to the first kneeling slave girl.
"Put your crotch in her face. I want it close enough that she can use
her nose to feel how smooth it is. Go ahead. Rub your nose up and down where her
pubic hair was. Feel how smooth it is and be glad that you are a good little
slave girl who hasn't been punished."
Lori made her way slowly about the group. Long before the end, she was
certain that Canjac was correct. She was lower in status than her sister slaves
who had a full head of hair down their between their legs.
"Straighten up, slave girl. There is an adoring public out in their
wants to see you."
As soon as Lori had straighten up, Canjac attached the end of a leash to
her collar. The beautiful slave girl trotted along behind him as he headed for
the loading dock area.
Nancy still waited there, dressed in the ponygirl harness, attached the
sulky. Canjac led Lori around behind the sulky to attach the end of the leash to
a ring on the device where Donna had recently been tethered.
By this time, Nancy did not think twice about going outside. She trotted
along, following the directions that Canjac gave her by pulling on the reins.
She was a beautiful ponygirl. People who saw her admired her body. No one paid
her any more attention than they would any other slave girl.
The same could not be said for Lori. This was her first time outside as
a slave girl. Free women did not go around with their legs and titties exposed.
Bound and gagged as she was, she had no say in the matter. She tried to
resist, but Nancy dragged her along behind the sulky.
The buxom brunette was only another slave girl.
This time Canjac headed directly toward the town square. He could see by
the expressions on the faces of Donna and Mandi that they were glad to see him.
He knew that they would be willing to do anything to please him, just as long as
he took them home.
Canjac locked the break on the sulky before giving off. He used the
leash to lead Lori to where the other two slave girls waited with their legs
spread.
"Take a position between them," Canjac said.
The little slave girl had to obey. Even though she was not tethered, she
did not run off.
She was certain that her bottom would pay the price for an attempt to
escape.
She watched as he led the other two to the sulky. They replaced her
tethered to the back of it.
She began to tremble as she realized he intended to leave her here in
this public place.
Canjac squatted to attach a chain and leather, to each ankle. This
forced Lori to stand with her legs spread.
"I'm sure you will appreciate this position." Canjac placed the tips of
the fingers of his right hand under the beautiful slave girl's chin to raise her
face "I am certain that you will want to obey after this."
Without another word to the slave girl, he returned to the sulky and
drove off.
