Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilogram
Chapter 52
Sixteen corridors branched off the main hallway. Four doors on each side
marred the concrete block monotony of institutional architecture. Each room was
home to four coeds. Sixteen corridors, four doors times two, four to a room.
"So many coeds, so little time," Clarissa lamented as she paced back and
forth at the end of one corridor.
Karen Kelly came back to her room at the dorm, only to find a woman
dressed in a dark gray suit waiting outside the door. The woman held a clipboard
in her left hand, and had a large canvas bag sitting on the floor to her left.
The suit, complete with a tie, gave Karen the impression she was some sort of
businesswoman.
Okay, Clarissa was a businesswoman, but not in any business that Karen
would think of.
"Kim?"
Karen wondered what this woman was doing there. She certainly did not
look like a coed though she could not have been more than five or six years
older than she was.
"No. I'm Karen. Kim is my roommate."
The woman looked down at her clipboard. A look of anguish appeared on
her face as she looked up.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I was supposed to see Kim first."
"She won't be back for a while. She has a class on tinting now."
"Kim wanted to be first. She bought a midterm celebration package from
us. I was supposed to see her first."
"What you mean?"
"Can I come into your room? We can discuss it there."
"Okay."
"By the way, my name is Clarissa."
As has already been demonstrated, Clarissa was an expert at spinning
lies. She soon had the beautiful brunette convinced that Kim had paid a company
to come to dress the four roommates as slave girls.
"We offer a unique stress reliever."
Karen, of course, had the usual worries. Clarissa smiled politely as she
repeated the story they had worked out the night before. It was not original,
but Karen had never heard it before. She sat in the chair at the desk with her
lips in a doubting pout as she listened to the Amazon's story.
As she finished the tale, Clarissa pulled a small pink bundle from her
bag. Untying the string about it, she allowed the cloth to fall open. Something
pink fell to the floor. Clarissa held the remaining item with fingers of both
hands.
"Haven't you always wondered what you would look like in a slave girl's
miniskirt?"
Of course she had. She should have turned and run at that point, but the
Amazons had worked out their plans carefully. Karen, they all believed, was the
one most likely to try on a slave girl's outfit. From experience, they knew that
once they had one woman dressed and bound, the others would follow quickly.
The beautiful brunette gently grabbed the hem with one hand. Two fingers
felt the luxurious material. Slowly her tongue rubbed across her lower lip. Of
course, she would like to wear that, any woman would.
"I don't know..."
Clarissa folded up the miniskirt.
"Well, if you're not interested...Kim did prepay," she said as she
squatted to retrieve the remainder of the outfit from the floor.
"Maybe I'll try it out. I don't have to go outside the room, do I?"
"Of course not. We offer a confidential service. There are several women
who would be willing to testify, but of course they won't. All I will say is
that this is not my first time in this dorm."
A true statement. While the four roommates had been at dinner the night
before, she had checked the corridor and the room. Debbie provided the passkey.
"You mean Lexi's birthday...?"
"Sorry. We maintain complete confidentiality."
"Could I try it on alone? By myself?"
"Certainly. I don't have a problem with that. This is the skirt. These
are the panties. I guess you want to put them on before the skirt. And here is
your halter top. Here are the shoes. You probably want to put them on last. I'll
just step outside."
Once Clarissa was out of her room, Karen closed and locked door.
Carefully she examined the three thin garments before laying them out on her
bed.
Stripping off her clothes, she pulled on the pink satin panties. She
knew slave girls usually wore bikini panties, held at the hip by small bows so
they could be easily removed. Except for the material, these were almost normal
briefs. Okay, they were tight, very tight, and cut to fit the curve of her
bottom and hips.
The luscious coed wondered what she looked like and wished there was a
full-length mirror in the room. She knew where Joan had a large mirror. She
propped it up on the desk so she could see herself.
Karen liked what she saw.
The pleated miniskirt was next. Wrapping it about her body, she hooked
it at the waist and then fastened the four little pearl buttons from the waist
to the hem. She knew that the slightest tug on the skirt would cause those
buttons to come undone. Still, she wanted to try it on.
"Well, I certainly look good."
That left only the shoes and halter top to put on. Naturally, she chose
the halter top next. The item was similar to a bra, but lacked the support. Her
large bosom were soon covered by the satin cups. As she turned toward the
mirror, she felt her boobs wiggle. The satin triangles lifted the supple mounds
to give her tremendous cleavage, but provided little support.
Intrigued at what she felt when she moved, she placed both hands behind
her head and moved her shoulders back at forth. Her large boobs wiggled to and
fro.
"I would make one beautiful slave girl."
That was something she might say to herself, but nothing she would ever
admit in public.
The beautiful brunette sat on the edge of the bed to put on the high
heeled sandals. She slipped her foot in the left one. "How do they ever walk in
these?" she muttered to herself as she arched her foot to fit it in. One strap
went across the top of her foot, another around her ankle. Once she had both
straps done, she lifted her leg in the air and shook it to see if the shoe was
loose. She placed her feet back on the floor knowing the shoe would not come off
without the straps being undone first. When she had the shoe on her left foot,
she stood up.
She made her way to the mirror, but could see little. Tilting the mirror
down, she admired her lower body. Those sandals with the 15 centimeter stiletto
heels made her legs look even more shapely than they naturally were. Pouting
because of the inconvenience of moving around in those spike high heels, she
hobbled toward the door, doing her best to keep from turning an ankle.
"Clarissa?"
"Yes?"
"Are you alone?"
"Yes. Are you dressed?"
"I don't know if dressed is the right word for this."
Opening the door a few centimeters to admit the older woman, she closed
it and locked it once Clarissa was inside.
"I wonder how a slave girl can walk around in these things."
"Slave girls have a natural talent for things like sandals with spike
heels. That is how we can tell the difference between a free woman and a woman
who should be a slave girl."
"You mean, uh."
"If you were meant to be a slave girl you would be moving around like a
gazelle in those shoes. Are you ready for the next step?"
They were on the tight schedule. Clarissa had to get the beautiful
brunette bound and gagged before her next roommate returned.
Karen used both hands to lift her large bosom.
"This outfit certainly makes a girl feel sexy."
"That is why our service is so popular. You get to act like a slave girl
without any risk. There is one more thing."
With that, the Amazon began pulling pins from Karen's hair. "Shake you
head." Once the beautiful coed did that, her tresses flowed down about her
shoulders. "Here, look at yourself in the mirror."
Clarissa tried not to appear impatient as the young woman admired the
way she looked. Timing was important because they wanted to get Karen first.
Once they had her dressed as a slave girl, bound, and gagged, they knew they
could get to the others to follow. Karen was extremely beautiful but not too
bright. They figured if they could get the dumbest coed bound first, the others
would follow willingly.
"Since you are having trouble with the high heels, why don't we start
with something prone."
"What?"
"You start out lying on the bed."
"Oh."
Clarissa pulled a spandex single glove from her sack.
"What's that?"
"This is a single glove. You get the feel of being tied up without
having ropes or chains on your wrists."
She saw from the frown on the beautiful woman's face that Karen was not
enthusiastic about being rendered helpless. They had decided that none of the
four roommates would be overjoyed at the thought of being bound and gagged. A
single glove seemed to be the best way to get them bound without making it too
apparent.
"Here. Feel it. It's cloth. It's just like wearing tight clothing."
Karen continued to frown as she stepped forward. It was material,
stretchy material, but material nonetheless. It would be like wearing tight
sleeves.
"I'll try it on you while you are laying on the bed. If you feel
uncomfortable, or don't like it, I'll remove it."
Karen thought about it for the few seconds. She was dressed as a slave
girl, so she thought she might as well go all the way.
"Okay, if you promise to let me go if I ask."
"Of course."
The beautiful brunette followed the Amazon's instructions. She turned
away from the woman with her hands clasped together behind her back. Clarissa
pulled the bondage item up the young woman's arms to a point two or three
centimeters above the elbow. A pair of spandex straps dangled down from the top.
She pulled the one on Karen's right across her back to the left shoulder. It
passed over the shoulder and under her left arm. The Amazon snapped the end of
the strap to the single glove on the left side. She repeated the process with
the other strap, pulling it up over Karen's right shoulder and down under her
right arm.
Though she had it on the young coed, the single glove was loose.
Clarissa started at the bottom and pulled the lacings tight.
"This isn't too tight for you, is it?"
She did not have to make it really tight because she knew the young
woman could not escape. She needed her cooperation for a few more minutes.
"No, it's okay. I don't have much movement, but it's not extremely
tight."
Once Clarissa had the gag on Karen, it would be too late for her to
resist.
"Lay face down on that bed facing the wall."
From her bag, Clarissa pulled out the next bondage device. This one
consisted of a strap at the end of a short chain. Sitting on the edge of the bed
next to Karen, she bent the brunette's legs up so her feet pointed toward the
ceiling. She fastened the strap about the young woman's ankles. Then pulling her
feet back toward the coed's head, she attached the end of the chain to the ring
at the end of the single glove.
"That isn't too bad, it is it?"
"I guess not." Clarissa could tell that Karen was having second
thoughts.
"Open your mouth. Here is a special treat."
"What?."
As soon as the beautiful woman opened her mouth, the Amazon pushed the
bladder of the gag in. Karen started to struggle but by then it was much was too
late. Clarissa pulled the ends of the device behind the woman's head and
fastened them together. She then bent Karen's legs again to create slack in the
chain. With one hand, she unhooked it from the single glove. Switching hands,
she held the chain with her right while her left raised Karen's head in the air.
Her hand slid to the end so she held the hook. Quickly she attached it to a ring
on the strap.
The Amazon took a firm grasp of the chain and jerked it once, twice,
thrice.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Karen had discovered the awful truth about that deflated bladder in her
mouth. The pump was attached to the inside of the strap holding the bladder in
her mouth. Every time Clarissa jerked on the chain, the pump put a little more
air into the bladder.
"Go ahead and thrash around. That is part of my plan."
Karen had already discovered that she could not get her hands free. The
single glove shifted from left to right as she squirmed about on the bed. It was
inevitable that she try to break the chain to get her legs loose. Drawing her
feet back toward her head, she jerked them down suddenly. The chain did not
break but it did work the pump. The bladder inflated a little more in her mouth
but the beautiful captive did not realize that yet. She jerked her legs down
five or six times.
"Mmmffftttt!!"
The grunt of protest was muffled. The bladder filled the beautiful
captive's mouth now. She could now make a muffled grunt.
"Come on, Karen, try some more. Give it that good old college try."
Not trusting the helpless captive to do what she said, she jerked on the
chain twice more.
"Mmmmm."
"Good girl."
She patted Karen on top the head.
The Amazon sat back to wait for Joan.
