Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilo
Chapter 56
Let us digress again.
After leaving the Amazon compound with her two slave girls in tow,
Sherri hurried across town. Her route took her away from the town square, away
from Canjac's stronghold, toward a section of the town we have not explored yet.
Her pair of slave girls trotted along behind her at the end of their
leashes. Usually she had to drag them, but this time Janice trotted to keep up
with her. Is there any wonder? While Paulette's leash led to her collar,
Janice's leash led to the largest pussy ring. The slightest tension could be
quite painful. (For that very reason, Sherri tugged on it every few seconds.)
In route to their destination, the three crossed the Street of Slavers (
known as "Big Boob Boulevard") where many signs encouraged passers-by to stop in
to look at the wares on sale. These were reputable establishments with long
histories of providing delectable slave girls to masters and mistresses. (They
did maintain warehouses outside the city walls where they kept their choice
inventory. A comely wench looking for a special slave girl might be invited out
there to look at the "special" inventory. You can guess what happens next.)
Sherri's destination lay a few streets beyond in the garment district.
These shops provided quality garments for slave girls. (This was a labor
intensive industry as little material went into the garments.) Turning left down
the street, she passed several stores until she reached one that had a sign in
front reading: "Bridal Bondage Boutique (Bridesmaids a Speciality!)."
Sherri walked past the entrance (that she knew was reserved from free
men and women). The entrance for slave girls was on the side. Six slave girls
waited there. Two stood against the wall, arms and legs spread, offering their
pussies and bottoms to anyone passing by.
The other four were tethered to brackets on a chain track. This store
had a total of twelve tracks. Sherri tethered her two slave girls to brackets.
The tether line ran from Paulette's collar to the bracket. The mistress
connected the tether line to the large ring on Janice's pussy. She noted the
numbers above each line, and went inside repeating them to herself to remember
them.
"You're late," the clerk announced sternly when she saw Sherri.
"I'm sorry," Sherri apologized insincerely, "I had to make a little
adjustment to one of my slave girls bondage."
"Go on back. They're waiting for you."
Sherri had brought Janice and Paulette here for the final fitting for
their bridesmaids dresses. Yes, the big day was rapidly approaching!
Outside, the two slave girls waited patiently since there was nothing
else they could do. They had been here several times before. They knew the
routine. They were nothing more than slave girls. They would wait until their
mistress needed them.
A few minutes after Sherri disappeared inside, a chain track jerked into
operation. The bracket over Janice's head moved toward the building, forcing the
beautiful slave girl to follow. Believe it or not, the nubile captive moved
quickly. She doubted Sherri could intentionally jerk her pussy ring, but this
setup was mechanical. No one inside could see what the device did to her.
As she approached the building, she fell to her knees. The track moved
toward the ground, forcing all captives to crawl into the building. All who
entered this way were slave girls.
This was positive reinforcement for any slave girl, reminding her of her
servile status.
Paulette remained outside, staring straight ahead. She heard people
moving behind her but did not dare turn to look.
Once in a while a person would stop to take advantage of her oversized
chest ornaments. She preferred it when men fondled her massive mammaries. A
woman might be jealous of their size and pinch the nipples. Men, on the other
hand, enjoyed the feel of the pliant flesh. Paulette wished she were bound up
against the wall so men could use her.
She glanced to her left when she heard the chain moving. Janice appeared
in sight, her knees moving quickly to keep the chain from pulling on her pussy.
Sherri appeared in sight, exiting the building through the entrance in
front. She acknowledged Paulette's presence by squeezing her right tittie
"You're next, Dearie."
Paulette stared at the bracket over her head, waiting for movement so
she could move forward. Sherri though had other priorities for the moment.
The young mistress concentrated on Janice, first leading to the wall
where two of her sister-slaves waited with legs spread.
"Spread 'em."
As soon as the beautiful captive had her legs spread to the desired
width, Sherri squatted to attach a leather cuff to the right ankle. A short
chain to a ring in the concrete made it impossible for Janice to move that leg
to the left. Sherri moved to the other side to repeat the process.
This left Janice standing with her legs spread, a little more than a
meter from the side of the building. Sherri removed her handcuffs.
"Hands on the wall."
Janice had been bound in this position several times before so she knew
what to expect. Her mistress fastened shackles to her wrists so she could not
straighten up. She had to remain bent over, her bare bottom presented to anyone
coming by. Her pussy was available for the use of any man who wanted to use it.
Wait a minute! Janice's pussy was ringed shut! No man could use it!
Sherri retrieved a willowy switch from a container near the entrance and
inserted it in a cup in the ground next to Janice's left ankle. No need to make
anyone walk a few steps to do what she wanted them to do to her slave girl.
The mistress went into the building to oversee Paulette's fitting.
That left Janice alone in the street. She had been bound in that
helpless positive several times before. Only this time there was a difference.
The first man who happened along was in a hurry. He had no time to dally
with an available slave girl. Still...
Crack!
The little slave girl was not available. The pussy rings kept her labia
locked.
Crack!
Perhaps he could afford to spend a few minutes here.
Crack!
The slave girl had to be punished.
Crack!
She existed for no other reason than to please men.
Crack!
With the pussy rings she could not please any man.
Crack!
She deserved punishment.
Crack!.
He ran his hand over Janice's bare ass. The blows had left red welts all
over her bottom.
The beautiful brunette sobbed silently as he walked away. She knew any
man would feel obligated to punish her for those pussy rings.
"At least it's over," she rationalized.
No sooner had that idea slipped through her mind than another man
approached.
Like the first, he intended to pass by, that is, until he saw the pussy
rings.
Crack!
The slave girl had to be punished.
Crack!
Just a few days earlier, when Janice first received her collar, and was
being "gangbanged" in the inn, Clarissa had said, Janice is going to look back
upon this afternoon as the good old days.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Maybe she was right.
Crack!
While Janice eagerly awaits her mistress's return, let's look in on
related scenes occurring about town.
Toward the center of the town, in an exclusive tea room, Clarissa met
with Robyn for a late lunch.
"The service here really is superb," Clarissa commented, sipping her
orange pekoe.
"You know, I work in a place like this," Robyn said.
"And do a crumby job of taking care of customers," thought the Amazon.
"Oh, really?" she said aloud.
"Only it's not as nice as this."
Clarissa signaled for more crumpets. The waitress wore a French Maid's
outfit and a slave collar. The harness she wore kept her elbows secured to her
sides. The silver serving tray was strapped to her wrists. As she offered the
crumpets to the two, she bent her knees a little and leaned over. Her large,
bare bosom wobbled over the food.
"I don't know which is more tantalizing," Robyn said, pinching a titty
before selecting another crumpet.
Clarissa only smiled. Robyn did not remember her. The two were something
more than acquaintances now. She had only to toy with her a little more before
inviting her back to her place for dinner, dinner and a collar.
At the college of cosmetology, Debbie finishes a job interview.
"So, when can you start?"
"Tomorrow," Charlene replied, "If you need me that soon."
"I do. I don't know what happened to Julie. She was fairly competent
but..." Debbie shrugged, then cupped her hands under her bosom to indicate a
pair even larger than hers (though that is hard to imagine). "I guess what they
say is true: The bigger they are, the dumber they are."
Charlene glanced at Debbie's oversized mounds and nodded in agreement.
The buxom brunette frowned as she stared down at Charlene's application.
"I wonder what happened to Julie," she mumbled under her breath.
An interesting point of idle speculation.
Of course, we know what happened to her, but as Debbie asked the
question, where was she?
Could she be kneeling in some training room, using her tongue to bring
pleasure to a seemingly endless succession of slave girls? Or perhaps she is
impatiently waiting in line for her own turn.
She might be kneeling in some Amazon's quarters, her arms secured to her
body my myriad black leather straps, a yummy ballgag filling her mouth, a
blindfold over her eyes. When the Amazon returns, Julie will be most anxiously
to thank her.
She might be dressed as a French Maid, making her way around the
building doing meaningless little chores to show everyone just how servile she
was.
Or perhaps she is strapped to a wooden horse in some chamber waiting for
the next blow to fall on her bare ass.
She might even be in that room with the four coeds. Perhaps that was her
face between Karen's or Joan's or Sue's legs. Perhaps she was one of the two
slave girls teasing Kim with her tongue.
None of that matters though.
She is only another slave girl.
Across town Sherri waited patiently for some man to finish whipping
Janice's ass. She smiled broadly and had to work hard to keep from laughing
outloud.
When the man walked away, she moved up behind Janice to study her
vulnerable bottom. There were dozens of red marks over it where men had punished
Janice for her ringed pussy. (A couple of mistresses stopped also, just to show
their displeasure with the little slave girl's condition).
"Mmmmffffftttt!"
The mistress rubbed her hand over her captive's sore bottom.
"Tell me, Janice. Did you miss me?"
The beautiful captive nodded vigorously. She wanted her mistress to keep
hold of her leash to protect her.
