Slave Girls in Bondage
By Kilo
Chapter 61
The man worked for Canjac, and as such, paid little attention to the
slave girls tethered in the hallway. Those wearing ballgags used their eyes to
plead with him for the opportunity to earn a dildo gag. Those already sporting
dildo gags whimpered for the privilege of using any part of their bodies to
please him.
The man led the little parade down the hall. Immediately behind him was
Joyce Jamison (known to her friends as "JJ"), tottering forward in the
high-heeled sandals at the end of the leash. To everyone now she was known
simply as "that blonde slave with the big knockers." Tethered to her slave
collar were a pair of French Maids, one behind the other.
Canjac had Joyce dressed the same way she had been when he bought her an
hour before outside town. She wore pink, patent leather high-heeled sandals with
fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels that insured she did not run off. (Run off?
She could hardly walk in them without falling over.) The shoulder-length satin
gloves matched the shoes. The buxom blonde also wore a pink satin blindfold.
Joyce had worn it almost constantly since she had placed her throat in the slave
collar. Not being able to see, she had offered no resistance as she was put on
display. Canjac removed the blindfold only to determine how beautiful she was.
The seller threw it in to curry Canjac's favor.
After delivering the ritual first spanking, Canjac had promised her he
would remove the blindfold once he was certain she would behave. Joyce had been
a slave girl less than two hours, and already she wanted to please her master.
Oh, yes, she wore a gag, a pink ballgag with a white patent leather
strap. Canjac had secured her hands behind her back with a white cord that
encircled her wrists so she could not resist.
Once in the room, he turned Joyce toward a wall. For the moment he
ignored her, freeing the French Maids so they could prepare Joyce as he wanted
her.
One French Maid moved to either side of the voluptuous captive. Dangling
down from rings screwed into the ceiling were chains. These, they pulled over to
the captive, hooking the ends to rings on the sides of the collar.
The leash came off. Joyce could not run away.
The man removed the blindfold with one swipe of his hand. The last man
Joyce had seen was Canjac so she thought he still held her leash. She blinked
her eyes repeatedly, trying to get used to the light. The man had disappeared
behind her before she saw him.
The buxom blonde's blue eyes opened wide in fright as one French Maid
approached with a spreader bar. When the naked captive did not move her legs
apart, the French Maid pinched her on the inner thigh and continued to pinch
until Joyce had her knees spread to allow the French Maid to strap the bondage
device between her lower thighs just above the knees.
Joyce could not pull her legs together. With her legs spread, her pussy
was available to anyone who wanted to avail themselves of it.
She had been used several times already that day. The first was by the
man who put the collar about her neck. There were several other times (she was
uncertain of the exact number) when Canjac registered her at the city gates.
The second French Maid had not been idle while the first worked. She
fastened a leather cuff to the captive's left leg immediately above the ankle. A
short chain ran from it to a ring set in the floor. The French Maid immediately
scooted over to Joyce's right to repeat the process.
The handcuffs came off, but only so they could peel the gloves from her
arms. When each had a satin glove draped across an arm, they handcuffed the
blondes wrists before her body.
The work of these two was done. They hoped for some reward for their
efforts. They discovered there would be none as the man pulled out the handcuffs
he had removed from their wrists. The two knelt facing away from him, their
hands together behind their backs and raised in the air to make it easy for
their master to cuff them.
He led them into the hallway where he tethered them to rings next to the
door. He would require their service later. Canjac had acquired a whole bevy of
new slave girls who needed to be acclimated to their new life, just as Joyce was
about to be.
The captive blonde watched as he pulled a small table before her. Her
eyes opened wide in horror as he dumped the contents of a satchel on the chair.
Joyce had never seen so many dildos of varying lengths and diameters in
her whole life. She became acutely aware of how vulnerable her pussy was.
She emitted a tiny whimper when he selected the largest from the pile.
This dildo was five centimeters is diameter and twenty centimeters long with a
handle at the end so the user could grip it firmly with two hands. He held it up
for her to see, then tucked it in his belt.
"You are going to learn what happens to little slave girls when they are
good, and what happens to them when they are bad. I'm certain that when I'm
done, you will want to be a good little slave girl."
Placing a hand on the back of Joyce's head, he pushed it down so she
stared at the floor. Parting her long blonde tresses to reveal the nape of her
neck, he unbuckled the leather strap holding the ballgag in her mouth. His hand
against her forehead forced her head back so she now stared at the ceiling.
Above her she saw rings and pulleys with assorted chains that could be used to
secure and discipline a slave girl.
" I want you to keep your head in this position with your mouth wide
open when I remove the gag."
The blonde beauty was too terrified to think about disobeying when he
jerked the rubber ball from her mouth.
By grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled her head back further so she
could only stare at the ceiling.
"Breathe through your mouth."
As he said that, he pulled the dildo from his belt. When she was
breathing through her mouth as he had ordered, he inserted the giant dildo in
her mouth. He pushed it in only a centimeter or two before withdrawing it.
"Explore it with your tongue."
The tip of her tongue touched it, then withdrew. As he slid it in
further, she had no choice but to rub her tongue about it. He drew the dildo
out, then pushed it back in.
"Breath through your mouth," he ordered again.
This time he thrust the giant dildo deep into her mouth. He let go so
the weight of the thing kept it in her mouth.
"I want you to think about this. I want you to think about what it would
be like to have it pushed in all the way. How would you like to have that thing
lodged in your throat? Think about what you would be willing to do to keep that
out of your mouth."
So how did Joyce come to be in Canjac's kennel?
That morning she had been a happily married housewife. Her husband
though had his eye on this cute little brunette who worked in a bookstore a
couple of streets over. What easier way was there to get rid of one's wife than
to turn her into a slave girl?
He lured her out of town and into the collar of one of the slavers.
Canjac saw her for sale and immediately bought her. There was little
wonder as Joyce had long blonde hair, a beautiful baby face, and huge boobs.
The man pulled the dildo from her mouth after a minute and tossed it on
the table. As his hand came back, he pulled the ballgag from his belt. His left
hand pushed her head forward. Joyce opened her mouth when she saw the rubber
ball approaching it. The pink ball popped into her mouth as though it had been
custom made. He pushed her head down so he had access to the nape of her neck
again. Once he had the ends of the strap buckled together behind her head so
could not say a word.
He pulled her arms to her right to get at the cuffs. Once he had one
free, he pulled her arms in front of her. With the handcuffs off, he locked her
hands before her.
Joyce's hands automatically dropped down to cover her pubic area.
He smiled as he sat in a chair facing her.
"Now I want you to show me what a good little slave girl you are. Pull
your pussy lips apart so I can get a better look at it."
Tears welled up in the blonde's eyes as her hands moved apart. She had
no choice but to do was he said.
"Now, I want you to show me what a good little slave girl you want to
be. Put both index fingers in your pussy. Good. Now play with yourself, but you
are not allowed to come without my permission. Play with yourself but stop when
you think you might come, only keep your fingers inside you."
Joyce soon had her eyes closed at the sweet sensations she felt rubbing
her pussy. It even felt better than when all those men used her earlier in the
day. Her teeth clamped down on the rubber ball wedged in her mouth. Her nipples
became hard and pointed. She opened her eyes wide in anguish. She wanted so much
to come but was afraid of the punishment.
She wanted to pull her hands away, but that would result in punishment
also.
Maybe if she just left her fingers in there without moving them . . .
"Ahhhhgggggghhhhhh!!!"
Well, Joyce failed that test rather quickly. She wanted to cry when she
saw him eagerly leap to his feet. He grabbed something off the table, but she
could not see what it was.
"Head down!"
As he gave that order, he placed a hand on top her head. When she stared
at the floor, he had an easier time brushing her long tresses from the back of
her neck. He unbuckled the ends of the strap.
"Head up."
When she looked straight ahead, he jerked the rubber ball from her
mouth. He quickly replaced it with a dildo-gag, the shaft five centimeters long.
She started to whimper when she felt the tip of the shaft in the back of her
throat.
"Head down."
He buckled the ends of the strap together behind her head.
He left her staring at the floor while he returned to the table for
another item. She raised her head to glance at him, but immediately brought it
back down again.
This item was a leather blindfold. Foam rubber lined the edges so once
he had it buckled about her head, she could see nothing.
"Since you enjoyed coming so much, your punishment will be to come five
times. If you show a lot of enthusiasm in sucking on that dildo, maybe I'll let
you come six or seven times."
Joyce played with her pussy while she sucked on the dildo. She wanted to
cry. She was enjoying herself but knew he was training her to enjoy having a
cock in her mouth.
"Mmmmfffttt!!"
"That's one."
That extra time or two would be nice. That dildo rammed into her mouth
was not that bad.
"Mmmfffttt!!"
"That's two."
She was surprised how rapidly she achieved an orgasm. She had never come
this quickly before when she had been a free woman.
"Mmmmfffttt!!"
"That's three!!"
Maybe it would not be so bad being a slave girl. She certainly enjoyed
the orgasms, even if she was doing it to herself.
"Mmmmfffttt!!"
"That's four!!"
Maybe the shock of being collared had influenced her thinking. If
several men wanted to use her now, perhaps she would enjoy it more.
"Mmmmffffttt!!"
"That's five. Do you want to continue?"
The buxom blonde thought about it for several seconds. Staring down at
the floor, she slowly nodded.
"Two more times then, as long as I can see you are sucking on that
dildo."
As Joyce masturbated into two more orgasms, she wondered if she was
capable of being trained to achieve an orgasm while sucking a real cock. A few
hours ago such a thought would have horrified her. Now it just intrigued her.
"Seven!! Head down!!"
He removed the blindfold and replaced the dildo gag with the ball gag
Joyce had worn earlier.
"Now we are back to where we were before. You will continue to play with
yourself without coming. That gag had a shaft five centimeters long. If you
have to be punished again, I will use one six centimeters long. Start playing
with yourself."
What chance did Joyce have of not coming? Eight orgasms had primed her
body to come again. She did nothing more than wiggle her fingers and she felt
another orgasm wracking her body.
"Aaaggghhhh!!"
"I warned you. Six centimeters this time. Head down."
Poor Joyce. This time he let her come eight times while she sucked on
the dildo. She was so exhausted at the end that she allowed herself to come
again as soon as he placed the ballgag in her mouth.
"Have you been trying to be a good little slave girl, Joyce?"
The blonde slowly nodded.
"Do you want a reward for trying?"
She nodded slowly.
What reward could he give her?
Removing the chains so she could bend over, he availed himself of her
exposed pussy. Her orgasms came faster than when she played with herself.
"Remain bent over. Good little slave girls clean up after themselves."
He moved around in front of her. "Use the tip of your tongue and don't you dare
let any drip on the floor. Continue to play with yourself."
Joyce opened her mouth wide to take his cock.
"No, I did not give you permission to do that. Just use your tongue
until you come twice. Then I will give you permission to take my whole cock in
your mouth."
The two orgasms came quickly, but not fast enough for the captive
beauty.
"Take my whole cock in your mouth and suck on it until you come three
more times."
Joyce obeyed without thinking. The orgasms exploded through her body.
He rebound her as she had been before, complete with the ballgag.
Smiling politely, he resumed his seat.
"We are now going to start over. If you come, you will suck on your
friend the five-centimeter dildo . . . "
The question the astute reader will no doubt ask is: What role does
Joyce play in our narrative?
Is it her long, flaxen hair?
Her beautiful, baby face?
Those massive, bulbous titties?
No, none of those.
"Well-rounded bottoms, that's what they recommend," Canjac commented,
reading from the brochure. He folded the glossy, tri-fold brochure back to its
original form and handed it to one of his men. "Get me eight of them."
"You got any preference? Blondes? Brunette?"
The men conversed in a hallway in the center of the complex. Working
their way down the hall toward them were a pair of French Maids, happily dusting
the baseboards.
So you are liable to ask: Just how does a French Maid slave girl dust
something next to the floor?
The answer is simple. The dusters were plumes extending from leather
gags. The gag, naturally enough were inserted in their mouths so the plumes
extended forward from their faces. The French Maid's wore singlegloves to keep
them helpless. They dusted the baseboards by facing the walls with legs spread
far apart. They reached the baseboard by bending over with their knees straight.
The tips of the plumes reached the baseboard. By moving their upper bodies and
heads to the right and left, they could drag the duster gently across the
object.
If someone was in their way, such as Canjac, they continued dusting that
one spot until he moved. It was mindless, pointless work, well suited for an
obedient slave girl.
And why were they happy, you ask?
They were not wearing panties. Bent over as they were, they were showing
off their best asset. Each hoped that some man would take advantage of her
exposed condition. They energetically going about their work, they wiggled their
bottoms back and forward.
"Make it eight of the newest girls. No sense in using the ones who are
submissive. Remember:: well-rounded bottoms."
So that was the criterion used to choose Joyce. She was disappointed
when she was leashed and led to a room near the shipping dock. She looked
around nervously at all the slave girls as she trotted to the far end of the
room. She had been here just an hour or two before when she arrived, but had
seen nothing because of the blindfold.
Because of the size of the room, some training went on. Around the edge
of the area, a dozen slave girls were learning to walk in a coffle. All were
bound. All were gagged. The leader of the group wore a pink slave girl's outfit
that allowed her to show off her assets while being fully dressed. She was an
experienced, obedient slave girl who took her submission seriously.
Those behind her were new slave girls. Some still had trouble walking
about in those stiletto sandals. All wore garter belts to hold up their sheer
black stockings. Two slave girls wore nothing to support their titties. They had
been slave girls for a couple weeks and this was a refresher. The others wore
black, lace half-bras that lifted their titties without covering the nipples.
All twelve were secured to their leader by tether lines, a chain running
front the front of one slave girl's collar to the collar of the slave girl
before her. After they learned to walk this way, they could go out in public
without embarrassing Canjac.
Another group paraded around in a much smaller circle in the center of
the room. Once again, the leader wore a pink satin outfit. The four slave girls
who followed her were naked (except for the sandals). They were bound, they were
gagged, but the four who followed were also blindfolded. Once they could walk
about without hesitation, Canjac would contemplate selling them.
He had high standards in both slave girls and masters. He would only
sell to masters who knew how to treat a slave girl properly.
Masters.
Not mistresses.
Back to Joyce. The man led her to a wall where a couple of other slave
girls waited. He fished a copper pfenning from his pocket and held it up for her
to see.
"If you let this coin drop, you will be punished," a man said as he
placed a coin under her nose. She leaned forward, pressing against the coin to
hold it in place. All she wore were stiletto-heeled sandals, handcuffs and a
ball gag.
While the buxom blonde nervously awaited her fate, Canjac had a visitor,
Tiffany Thomson, a mistress who wanted to buy a blonde.
"I'm sorry, I don't have any for sale at this time," he said, exerting
great self-control in staring at her face and not her chest.
Tiffany was one of the most eligible bachelorette's in town, but she had
never found a man who met her high standard.
"Bull! I know you have some. You showed them to Ike McMahon just
yesterday. You can't have sold them already!"
"I withdrew them from the market. He wasn't interested in a blonde at
this time, and I thought the two I had needed more training."
Was he telling the truth? Does Canjac ever tell a woman the truth? Let's
put it this way, his gaze had gone from her eyes to her throat as he imagined
what it would look like with a leather slave collar about her neck.
"I'll train them myself."
We know Canjac's aversion to gratuitous violence against slave girls so
that won't get her to change his mind.
"I'm about to go out, or else I'd give you a tour of my compound. I
don't have any blondes here in town that are available for sale. Maybe if you
check back in a week or two."
"What about your place outside the walls?"
"As I said, I have no blonde slave girls for sale here at this time."
Grunting her displeasure, Tiffany raised her cute little nose in the air
and stormed from the building.
With a wave of his hand, Canjac motioned one of his men over to him.
"Go out to the compound outside. Keep an eye out for her."
"You think she might show up?"
"Well, I did everything but stuff her in a slave sack and toss her in
the back of a wagon.."
Joyce waited impatiently in the high bay area, her nose pressed against
that coin. Her tongue moved continuously over the curve of the rubber ball in
her mouth.
She so wished it was a dildo.
She paid little attention to the sounds about her as more slave girls
were brought in and others taken away. Finally, it was her turn to be processed.
A French maid attached a leash to Joyce's collar. When she pulled the buxom
blonde from the wall, the pfenning dropped toward the floor but the French Maid
caught it. Before pulling Joyce toward the work area, she tossed the coin to one
of the men watching. They had nothing to do. The French Maids had their
instructions. The men just wanted to watch.
Two French Maids secured Joyce's long hair in pigtails high on the sides
of her head.
A third worked on the strap holding the ballgag in her mouth. As soon as
she pulled it out, she lifted a pair of nylon panties toward the blonde's face.
"I hope those are clean," the luscious captive thought to herself as the
slave girl stuffed them in one side of her mouth. Producing a second pair, she
wedged them in the other side. Using her fingertips, she continued to poke the
material until it all was in.
(Even Joyce, novice that she was, knew that boded no good. One pair of
panties would ensure she said nothing. They were making certain she did not make
a peep. That could not be good.)
By then the French Maids had finished with Joyce's hair. Each placed one
hand on top the blonde's head, and another under her jaw to press her mouth
shut.
The third French Maid secured the panties in her mouth with a strip of
adhesive tape five centimeters wide, and long enough to run from ear-to-ear.
The two removed her handcuffs, but held her hands against her sides
while the remaining girl good a roll of bright red adhesive tape.
Beginning at the waist she wrapped the tape about Joyce's body, pinning
her arms to her sides. In seconds she had rendered the slave girl helpless
again.
The others then retrieved their own rolls of tape. While the first
worked her way down the blonde's body, one started immediately below the large
boobs and worked her way up, running the tape diagonally to and fro so the huge
boobies were uncovered, but protruding from red tape.
The remaining French Maid began at the blonde's feet, wrapping the tape
first about her ankles and then over her feet and under the arches of the shoes.
These rolls were twenty meters long so each woman ran out pretty
quickly. When that happened, she got a new one. Overlapping where she had
stopped, each French Maid continued applying tape in the direction she had
begun.
Joyce glanced down as the woman applied tape about her shoulders,
covering al that flesh. Joyce's neck was next (though she did allow the rings of
the slave collar in front and back to protrude).
The woman moved the tape higher on Joyce's body, slowly covering her
jaw. The cheeks were next.
In five minutes, the three had completed the job.
Essentially they had covered the blonde's whole body with adhesive tape.
Her boobs stuck out in front while her well-rounded bottom protruded through an
oval gap in back. Her head, except for the pigtails and the top of her head was
encased in tape.
They had positioned the tape so she could see through gaps, but the tape
about her neck made it so she could only stare straight ahead.
She could not move, she could not resist, she could not cry out.
All she could do was stand there while the men inspected her.
"She looks okay."
The man bent down before her. Suddenly the buxom blonde found herself
moving forward and down. She was draped over his shoulder. With tape covering
her face, she could only see the back of his legs.
She felt herself moving against and landed on something hard that was a
meter above the floor.
All she could see in that position was the ceiling and eventually she
lost sight of that. She heard them load another taped body next to her. Then
they started on a second row on top the first. A brown pigtail lay across her
face so she could see nothing.
Joyce took what solace she could in the face that she was not alone.
