Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilo
Chapter 57
Kim was in no position to resist as Cathy moved to the next phase of her
submission. The beautiful coed wanted to run, to knock them down and beat them
to take her revenge. She could do nothing though. The oral punishment Cathy
inflicted on her while she was bound had exhausted her. She could only wait
until the next torment began.
An Amazon pulled the French Maid to her feet and wedged a bright red
rubber ballgag between her teeth. She propelled the slave girl across the room
with a shove to the upper back. Kim was sorry to her go. While they had not
allowed her to achieve an orgasm, it had felt so good to feel a tongue playing
across her labia. The captive beauty wondered how long it would be before they
had her doing that to others.
"Somebody free her legs and strip her down the rest of the way, except
for the heels," the tall Amazon ordered as she retrieved a shiny garment from
across the room.
"Well, tell me honestly, Kim, don't you think you will look divine in
this?"
She held up the golden, silk miniskirt she had shown Clarissa earlier in
the day. Kim looked but did not see.
"You know, usually skirts this short say: 'Use me! Use me!' but I think
this one fairly screams 'Spank me! Spank me!'"
Cathy giggled.
With the ballgag filling her mouth, Kim was incapable of replying.
"Let's see what this looks like on you." She gestured to a pair of
Amazons who had removed the remainder of Kim's clothing. "Lift up her legs and
hold them together."
Two Amazons raised the beautiful coed's legs so they pointed forward. To
keep Kim from choking on the pillory, each placed one arm under the captive's
bottom to support the weight of her body while the other arm held her legs
together.
Cathy had little trouble getting the sexy silk garment on. The coed had
shapely legs so the Amazon had no trouble at first. With little effort on her
part, the tiny garment slid easily from her feet to her knees.
"Put her down."
Once she had it up to the captive's thighs, Kim could do nothing to stop
the Amazon mistress from pulling it up the remainder of the way. A zipper on the
side pulled the silk tautly across the young woman's hips and the top of her
fanny. The miniskirt was smaller at the hem so it would not rise higher on the
wearer's legs. A strap secured it about Kim's hips so it would not slide down.
Once she had Kim freed of the pillory, Cathy looped a chain leash about
the coed's neck and secured it in place with the hook on the end. Bound as she
was, Kim could do nothing to escape it. The chain served as a collar and leash.
The other Amazons had been busy while Cathy dressed Kim. The three
newly-collared slave girls continued to work as their mistresses changed their
bondage. By the time Cathy finished, they had the other three back in
singlegloves.
"Line up the others so they can watch."
Amazons rammed ballgags into open mouths. Rather than have the three
captives move on their own, the Amazons simply rotated them about by pulling on
their shoulders. The three moved about on their knees. Once they faced Cathy and
Kim in some semblance of a line, their mistresses fastened together the ends of
the straps.
"Okay, Kim. Strut your stuff."
Jerking twice on the chain, she indicated the captive should walk
forward. Kim was hesitant, but knew she was in no position to resist the Amazon.
She let Cathy lead her past her three kneeling roommates. At the end of the line
they made a small circle before parading back past them again.
"That wasn't very good."
"I think we should pound her ass," an Amazon volunteered. Cathy flashed
her a smile, an indication that what she had said fitted the tall Amazon's plan.
"I don't know. We'll give her one more chance. Wiggle that butt so it
says: 'Use me! Use me!"
Kim knew the Amazons had no use for her ass, except at a target for a
spanking. The only thing she had that would interest them was her tongue.
A tug on the leash started Kim forward again. Her hips moved from side
to side, partly because she wanted to, and partly because of the high heels.
More than one Amazon licked her lips at the sight of the shiny material flowing
from one bottomcheek to the other.
"That still doesn't look right. Maybe we need something to compare it
to. Why don't we dress the other three like her, and then we can decide how good
she is? Kim, get down on your knees I want you to have a good view of the
proceedings."
Amazons pulled the three captives to their feet and helped them into
miniskirts identical to Kim's. There was a difference though. The tight fit
caused the material to press snugly against sore bottoms. The three little slave
girls whimpered through the gags as their mistresses pulled the zippers up. When
they were done, the Amazons had them kneel in a line again.
"Now, let's have a contest. Joan, you're first."
The blonde paraded back and forth in front of Kim. When she finished, it
was Sue's turn, followed by Karen's.
"I dunno..."
Cathy brought Kim to her feet and then led her captive across the room.
Kim tried to wiggle her hips in the most suggestive manner she had seen slave
girls do all the time.
"Well, she is trying." She smiled at Kim. "I think we should give her a
reward. Kneel."
Kim stared up at the Amazons. She had no doubt that she would not like
this "reward."
Pointing to her captive, she said, "Put her in pigtails." To show
exactly what she wanted she tapped herself on both sides of the head just above
the ears.
While two Amazons adjust the brunette's hair, Cathy retrieved a ballgag
harness from the far end of the room. Kim offered no resistance as the Amazon
removed one ballgag to replace it with another. Cheek straps ran from the
central strap across her cheeks to the bridge of her nose where they were
riveted together. A single strap continued up over her forehead and through the
part in her hair. That strap buckled to the central strap at the nape of her
neck.
The remaining strap was the chin strap.
"Bite down on the ball! Harder! Harder!"
Cathy pinched the young woman's left nipple.
"Don't you understand the word 'harder?'"
The chin strap made it impossible for the captive beauty to relax the
pressure on her jaw. No matter how hard she tried, she would be unable to utter
more than a muffled grunt.
Though they were still in the dark about Cathy's plan, many of the
Amazons smiled. The brunette was taking steps to insure Kim's total silence.
Whatever was in store for the beautiful coed must entail a great need for
screaming for a woman without a gag.
To the chin strap Cathy attached a bell. The clapper was extra large so
Kim did not have to move much to ring it.
Cathy attached circular bells to Kim's pigtails with yarn to hold them
in place. She knotted the yard so the bells hung down.
The tall Amazon held the remaining two bells up for Kim to see. Three
circular bells dangled down from clips. Cathy opened and closed the clips.
"Guess where these go!"
Rubbing the sides of her hands over the coed's bosom, she soon had the
nipples hard and pointed. A clip went on each.
"Now, let's see if you can move quietly."
She led the captive in the familiar route across the room and back. No
matter how hard Kim tried, bells jangled the entire time.
"Perfect!" she said with a smile.
The Amazon turned her attention to the three kneeling slave girls who
were quite happy that Cathy was not giving her attention to them.
"Dress them up the same way Kim is, only without the ballgag harnesses.
Leave their gags the way they are now."
Cathy turned her attention back to Kim. The chain ran from the
brunette's throat to the floor. She squatted to pick it up.
"Come on, Kim, let's get you ready. You are going to have the chance to
show us just how submissive your want to be."
Kim did not want to be submissive, but she was in no position to
disobey. She had seen what they did to the other three. She staggered to her
feet, then followed Cathy from the room.
In a matter of minutes, the Amazons had the other three slave girls
belled as Kim was. Parading around the room, the three discovered it was
impossible to move without making a lot of noise.
To provide some entertainment while they awaited the tall brunette's
return, they had two captives standing facing one another while an Amazon led
the third in a small circle about her two sister-slaves. The idea was to be as
quiet as possible.
Silence was impossible. As the slave girls tried and failed, the Amazons
ridiculed them. After one had made two noisy circles, she replaced one of the
two in the center. There she could listen to the taunts of the Amazons as her
replacement tried and failed.
"Now, if we will move to another room, Kim will have a chance to perform
for us," Cathy announced from the doorway.
One Amazon led each captive toward the door to the hall. Cathy's eyes
shifted back and forth as she watched the procession move toward her. She did
not move from the doorway, so it was impossible for them to leave the room.
"Wait a minute. This is their first time out in public, so to speak. I
don't think they should be quiet about it. Quite the contrary. I think they
should advertise their new status and just how beautiful the look."
The tall Amazon stepped forward to Karen. Placing her left hand on the
brunette's tummy and her right on the back of her head, she exerted just enough
pressure for the captive to bend forward. Karen's large titties dangled down
freely, the bells dangling down from the nipples.
"Now, as you walk, I want to see those mammaries swing from side-to-side
so the bells ring. "You can swing your head too."
When the Amazon pulled on the leash, Karen stepped forward again. As she
walked, she moved her shoulders forward and back, causing her titties to wobble
and the bells to ring.
She knew everyone in the building could hear those bells. Probably
people in the street too, she thought.
Cathy pointed at Sue, then at the floor. This beautiful brunette also
bent over and moved so her titties caused the bells to ring.
Joan had to wait for no orders. As soon as she saw Sue bend forward, she
did the same.
Cathy skipped down the hall past Karen. Behind her the sounds of ringing
bells filled the hall. Other Amazons, attracted by the sound, came into the
hallway ahead of them. Cathy waved them forward so they could join the fun.
She had left the door to the punishment room open, but to insure there
was no error, she stood in the open doorway as the first slave girl paraded
past. When the Amazons saw the room that was Cathy's destination, they began to
understand what devious plan she had in mind.
Kim stood in the center of a spanking platform about half a meter above
the floor. The three walls behind her and on both sides held every imaginable
whip, switch, paddle and crop.
"Have them kneel so they can watch. I want them to understand what will
happen to them if they do not behave."
What could they not understand? If they misbehave, they get spanked. If
they behave, they get spanked. Life is simple.
They led the three over in front of the helpless captive. Karen was
first in line. They forced her to kneel ahead of Kim and a little to her right.
As they tethered the end of her leash to the platform, another Amazon forced Sue
to her knees. Joan quickly joined her on the end, ahead of Kim and slightly to
her left.
Cathy positioned Kim in the center of the device so her ankles were
against a curved bar. A second bar came up behind her legs. When locked into
place, the two curved bars formed a circle of steel about the captive's ankles.
Kim could not move her feet from that position.
A chain dangled down from the ceiling as far as Kim's waist. It ran
through pulleys to a windlass under the device. Cathy attached the end of the
chain to the ring at the end of Kim's singleglove.
Another chain ran from the ring on top the ballgag harness to the chain.
"Now this is what we are going to do..."
She selected a leather paddle from a hook on the wall. The functional
part of the paddle was forty centimeters long and ten wide. The wooden handle
was eighteen centimeters long and three and half in diameter.
While it looked formidable to the inexperienced eye, the Amazons knew
Cathy had chosen one of the gentlest paddles. Some Amazons even compared this
paddle to a lover's kiss.
That gives you an idea of how terrible the other implements were.
"This is what we call a paddle."
She slapped it in her hand as she walked in front of Kim
"Have you started without me?"
Clarissa strolled into the room with a broad grin on her face. She had
reason to be in a good mood. Robyn was walking right into her trap.
"Started? We're near the end!"
"Bring me up to speed."
Cathy spent two minutes explaining what had happened thus far.
"Now, can I continue?"
The tall Amazon held the paddle in front of Kim.
"This is what we call a paddle."
"Hey, Clarissa, there's someone here to see you."
Cathy threw the paddle over her shoulder where it bounced off the wall.
She raised her arms in the air as a sign of surrender to the fates who seemed
dedicated to keeping her from finishing with Kim.
"Who is it? We're kinda busy here."
"It's Debbie. She said she wants to know how things are going."
"Debbie." The Amazon frowned as she looked at Cathy. "I think we should
let her watch."
Cathy nodded. She could not wait until she had the opportunity to use
this paddle on Debbie's bottom. She spent many hours contemplating what it would
look like as it turned from pristine white to a warm red.
Clarissa left the room, returning five minutes later with Debbie. She
smiled at everyone. She knew what Debbie's fate would be.
"I'm sorry I'm late," she said as she walked past Kim. " I had to
interview a new administrative assistant. This one should work out well."
Give the Amazons credit. None of them snickered.
"So, where are we?"
Cathy retrieved the paddle.
"This is a paddle and I can't remember what it's used for," she asked
with a befuddled look on her face. She scratched the side of her face with the
edge of the paddle.
The Amazons erupted into laughter.
With a mischievous grin on her face, she Amazon fondled Kim's
silk-covered bottom.
"Oh, now I remember."
She patted Kim on the bottom.
"You are going to take 25 swats with this paddle on your fanny. You are
going to take them with pleasure. You are going to take them with enjoyment. You
will savor each blow. You will..."
"Oh, cut the crap, Cathy."
The Amazon glared at the speaker. She turned her attention back to Kim.
"What you are going to do, Kim, is bend over so your nice little bottom
sticks back for me to hit. I want that silk spread tightly across your ass.
Those 25 swats? A swat counts only if you can take it without ringing any of
those bells."
As she finished, the tall Amazon extended the paddle to prod the bell
dangling from the coed's left tittie. It jingled.
"And these little toys don't take much for them to ring."
Cathy moved around behind the captive. Kim tried to look over her left
shoulder to follow the woman's movements.
"What is truly great about the outfit you are wearing is the way it
emphasizes you bottomcheeks." She pressed her lips together as her eyebrows
dropped. "As I think about it, your little friends are on the wrong side. They
need to be behind you so they can see how the silk works." She waved her left
hand from the left to the right. "Bring them around behind her."
Willing hands pulled the three captives to their feet and pushed them
around behind the device. Within seconds the three knelt facing Kim's back. The
luscious brunette's fanny was about a meter before them and just a few
centimeters higher than their faces.
"Okay, Kim, now bend over so they can see what it looks like."
Not surprising it, the beautiful captive remained standing upright. She
looked in Cathy's direction and shook her head, the various bells ringing.
Cathy looked at her friends as she flashed a wicked grin.
"This is going to be fun!"
Moving to Kim's left, she placed a foot on a metal pedal.
"Now, girls, pay attentions to the movement of her bottomcheeks against
the silk."
As she finished that statement, she stomped down on the pedal with her
left foot. Gears under the device turned. A light chain running to the ceiling
moved downwards a few centimeters. More gears in the ceiling reacted, spinning
about enough to shortening the chain running down to Kim's single glove.
As the chain became shorter, it drew Kim's bound hands in the air behind
her. She had no choice but to bend over. The chain from the head harness to the
chain forced her head back so she had to stare straight ahead.
The three kneeling slave girls saw none of that and simply did not care.
As Kim bent over, her bottom cheeks exploded against the silk. The light
reflected off the shiny material, emphasizing the movement.
"Let's see that again."
Cathy stepped down on the brake release. The chain to the ceiling
loosened, allowing the captive to straighten up.
"Now bend over, Kim."
This time Kim stared straight ahead, as though ignoring the Amazon's
order would keep Cathy from forcing her to act.
The gears meshed together with a noticeable scraping sound. Once again
Kim's bottom cheeks exploded against the silk.
"Did you see that?" Cathy asked, addressing the question to the kneeling
captives. All three nodded. All were glad it was Kim up on the device and not
them.
Cathy prodded the nearest slave girl with the toe of her boot.
"On your feet, Sue. Face me. Now bend over."
The beautiful brunette did as she was ordered, maintaining the position
until her mistress told her to straighten up.
"Okay, now straighten up and then bend over again."
The brunette did as she was ordered. She knew what would happen to her
if she disobeyed.
"Okay, Karen, on your feet. Move over here. Sue, go over and kneel down
next to Joan."
The second brunette showed off her silk miniskirt for her sister-slaves.
Then it was Joan's turn.
The Amazons said nothing during this exhibition (though Debbie was
becoming bored). They knew that Cathy was instilling in the captives the
knowledge that the miniskirt they wore served no other function than to make
their bottoms even more tempting targets for a spanking.
"Okay, move them around in front. I want them kneeling so they can watch
Kim's eyes while she shows us what a good little slave girl she wants to be."
Everyone's attention was on the three captives moving around in front of
Kim, but all knew that ringing was Kim shaking her head. She did not want to be
a good little slave girl.
She did not want to be a slave girl at all.
Like she had a choice.
"Now it's your turn to show off your charms," Cathy said as she pinched
Kim's left tittie. The bell jingled.
"This timer will ring twenty seconds after I press the button. When you
hear it, you will bend over for a swat. After I deliver it, you will straighten
up until the timer rings again. The timer will ring in twenty seconds, but that
does not mean you will get the swat right away. Ready?"
Cathy pressed the button on the timer and stepped back with her arms
folded across her chest. She knew what Kim would do, or rather what she would
not do.
"R-r-ring!"
Kim remained upright.
Cathy moved up beside the captive. Her right hand gently caressed the
beautiful brunette's silk- covered fanny.
"I was hoping you would refuse. You see, I was going to use this leather
paddle on you, but if I have to persuade you to bend over, I'm going to use a
wooden one."
The Amazon retrieved a two-handed paddle that she stuck in front of
Kim's face.
"I'll be generous. I'm going to give you another chance."
She pressed the button.
Rring!
Cathy stepped on the pedal. Kim's hands shot up in the air, her head
came down and back, and her bottomcheeks exploded against the silk.
Cathy drew the paddle back and swung it as hard as she could.
Whack!!!
