Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 62
What we had in the high bay area of Canjac's compound was a wagon. For
the most part, it was an ordinary wagon. Harnessed before the wagon was a double
team of ponygirls, eight brunette pony girls secured in pairs, four on each
side. They were dressed the same, and all had the same shade of dark brown hair.
That there were eight instead of four ponygirls was the only thing to
distinguish this wagon from any other.
Attending the pony girls are two slave girls dressed as French Maids.
Having finished brushing out the long ponytails of the four on her side, each
pulled out a feather duster and began dusting the leather harnesses securing the
beasts of burden to the wagon. They made certain to torment the captives by
running the feather dusters over their bare breasts. Few things were more
beautiful than a woman with hard, pointed nipples, aroused but unable to do
anything about it.
The French Maids had light bondage with shackles connecting their wrists
before their bodies. The ponygirls had their wrists secured behind their backs
with leather straps so they were in no position to do anything about another
woman tormenting their titties.
Dusting the harnesses was a rather pointless action, but it was
important to keep slave girls busy when they were not performing their main duty
- using their bodies to please their masters. The ponygirls knew that. What they
did was important. They had a function to perform. Each tossed her head,
allowing her long hair to billow gracefully. Occasionally, they would stomp a
hoofed high heel in frustration of just standing there. They were beautiful.
They were ponygirls. They were proud of their role. They wanted to be out on the
street where everyone could see them and admire them for hour beautiful they
were and how gracefully they moved.
The French Maids wore those ridiculous black, satin outfits. The minimal
clothing emphasized their physical charms more than had they been totally naked.
Each ponygirl was glad she was a ponygirl and not a slave girl dressed as a
French Maid.
The French Maids tried not to snicker through their ball gags. They were
dressed in sexy attire that was sure to attract the attention of every man who
saw them. (They especially enjoyed bending over to show off their black satin
panties.) These eight were merely beasts of burden. Protruding from the bottom
of each ponygirl was another ponytail that almost reached the ground. With each
step, the lower tail waved from side-to-side. With pussies and titties exposed,
they were as any other animals. No, the French Maids were glad they were not
ponygirls.
The wagon the eight ponygirls were hitched to had a bed three meters
wide by four deep. There was plenty of room for the eight mummified slave girls.
Five lay on the bottom, while three more were stacked on top them.
Joyce guessed they had placed her in a wagon when she heard they close
the gate and lock it. She could see nothing with that other captive's pigtail
laying across the gap in the tape were her eyes were. She tried to shake the
ponytail off her head, but the meters of tape about her head kept her from
moving it at all.
The only parts of her body she could move were her feet, and even then,
she could only rotate them a little.
So we have eight ponygirls and eight mummified slave girls (those eight
with the requisite "well rounded bottoms"). There were more to be added to this
scene.
Next to come was lovely Lori. She still wore that parody of a French
Maid's outfit. Instead of a white lace apron in front, there was a gap in the
short skirt so everyone could see they had shaved off her pubic hair. If you
looked closely, you might see a little five o'clock shadow. If you rubbed your
hand across her pubic region, you might feel a little stubble. Yes, Lori has
been a good little slave girl. She has done nothing to cause Canjac to order
them to shave her again. She wanted nothing more than to please others and to be
used again and again.
But first her pubic hair had to grow back.
One of Canjac's men led her to the wagon using a leather leash. He used
it to tether the beautiful slave girl to the back of the wagon.
The next slave girl to be added was Nadia. Remember Nadia? She had
fallen into the clutches of D. A. A. M. (Dominate Anti-Amazon Mistresses). Poor
Nadia with her massive titties was a natural victim of that abuse that only a
mistress can inflict on a slave girl. When D. A. A. M. had tried to smuggle
itself into town as slave girls, they had included Nadia and all their other
slave girls. When the members of D. A. A. M. became Canjac's slaves, she became
his property.
For this occasion, she wore a pink satin slave girl's outfit consisting
of a flared, micro-miniskirt and a halter-top. This last garment was the largest
they made, but it barely covered her massive boobs and provided no support at
all. (For those of you keeping track, Nadia's bosom are about the largest we
seen so far. Her tits, and those of the Twins' (whom we haven't met yet) are the
largest we will encounter. A coincidence that she has the biggest boobs and
Canjac has her tethered behind this wagon? I wouldn't count on it.)
There is one more to add to those following the wagon. That would be
Nancy, formerly leader of D. A. A. M. and presently Canjac's favorite pony girl.
For this occasion, the beautiful brunette wore her usual attire of black leather
cuirass and straps. She wore a bitgag and a head harness that had blinders to
keep her from looking to either side. Short chains from the head harness to her
collar kept her from turning her head. She could only stare straight ahead.
Though she was not in front of the wagon pulling it, Canjac treated her
as he always did.
Where the first two slave girls were tethered to the wagon by leashes,
they used Nancy's reins to secure her in place.
The shaking of the wagon told Joyce they were moving. Even with her view
blocked by the other slave girl's ponytail, the sudden brightness about it told
her they were outside the building. She wondered where they were going.
She wondered where she had been.
For a woman mummified in adhesive tape, there was nothing to do but wait
until someone chose to release her. Gradually, the shaking of the wagon caused
the pigtails to slide a little so the buxom blonde could see the sky above her.
She could do nothing though. She had no idea where they were or where
they were going.
Eventually they arrived at their destination.
"Bring the wagon over here. We'll leave the two of them here while we
take care of the others."
Joyce was fairly certain she was one of "the others" but she did not
recognize Canjac's voice.
The "two" were Nadia and Nancy. Lori watched with fearful eyes as Canjac
led the two away. She did not want to be alone. She was afraid that she had been
singled out for some special punishment. (There was no reason for her to think
that though. After all, she had been a good little slave girl.)
The men took the wagon down a gravel road behind some buildings. To the
right there was a large field with spectator stands on each side.
Canjac left his men with the wagon while he walked around the building
to find out where to put the nine slave girls.
"You got eight? Nice round bottoms?" As the man said that, he formed a
circle with the movement of both hands. "We have a storage area underground. The
girls get awful hot in that tape. It will keep them cool. It's part of an
underground passageway."
Now that was very considerate. She might be helplessly mummified with
tape, her titties and bottom bared, but at least she wasn't going to overheat.
The two men walked around the building to the wagon. Canjac had not
noticed it before, but there was a wood door in the middle of the wall. The man
opened it and threw a lever that put the weights into motion. Chains clinked as
they slid across pulleys. A wood panel half a meter inside the wall slowly
emerged into sight. When it came to a halt, a platform appeared on the same
level as the ground.
"Bring the first over here."
The device within the door was a common slave girl elevator. When you
have a woman so helplessly bound that she cannot walk, such a device comes in
handy.
Two men slid the first captive from the bed of the wagon. As her feet
moved toward the ground, a man lifted her over his shoulder. It goes without
saying that a woman with a "well-rounded bottom" does not weigh much.
The man toted the luscious bundle to the door, setting her on the ground
a meter from the opening. Canjac then helped the man lift her and turn her about
so she faced the opening. With little effort they moved her inside, setting her
down so her feet rested on a bar eighteen centimeters above the platform. When
they pushed her body forward, the toes of the shoes touched the bottom, but it
was impossible for the captive to raise herself off that bar.
While Canjac held her in place with a hand against her back, the man
pulled the straps across the buxom blonde's back and knees, pinning her in place
against the wood panel.
Being on the bottom row, it took them a while to get to Joyce.
Eventually the buxom blonde found herself draped across a man's shoulder as he
carried her to the opening.
When they had her strapped to the device, Joyce saw only the wood back
before her eyes. The tape about her head kept her from moving her head about to
see what was on either side. Her whole world consisted solely of the wood panel
before her.
She panicked when the device shuttered. What if it dropped her to the
floor? The device shuttered a second time before beginning to descend. Joyce
struggled a little, not knowing what was in store. Of course, escape was
impossible, and mummified as she was, she could not even wiggle about much.
When she reached the bottom, she was in the exact same position she had
begun in.
Unseen hands removed the straps and pulled her off. The captive beauty
found herself hoisted over a man's shoulder again.
Once again, they set her down so the arches of the high-heeled sandals
were on a bar, only this time she faced forward. No straps held her in place.
Instead, they passed a small padlock between the ring on the back of her collar
and a ring protruding from the board.
When the man let go of her, the buxom beauty could only stand there
helplessly, held erect by all the meters of tape about her body.
When they had all eight mummified captives in that lower area, Canjac
led Lori around to the other side of the building. She wore so little they had
no need to keep her cool.
Next to a path, Canjac pushed his slave girl so her back was against the
wall. The beautiful brunette automatically spread her legs far apart. Her master
secured her in the same manner that the slave girls in the lower area. She could
only face forward without having the slightest chance of running off.
"Stand here and look pretty for everyone." As he taunted her, he slid
his hand across her pubic region.
That left the former-Amazon standing in the open where everyone could
see her, where everyone would notice her shaved pussy. Everyone would wonder
what she had done to merit such punishment. (With the gag filling her mouth,
Lori was incapable of telling anyone.)
Nancy and Nadia were taken an area several hundred meters away. Both
were secured to a hitching post. While the pair of slave girls waited patiently,
Canjac entered a building to finalize arrangements.
Nancy was about to get an advanced course on being a pony girl, and
Nadia was going to help.
The first step was to change the brunette's harness. Nancy wore a
typical ponygirl harness, complete with a bit gag and blinders, but this one was
special. (Canjac selected the features himself.)
Instead of a bitgag, a large dildo filled the beautiful brunette's
mouth. Straps about her head held it in place just as they would a regular
bitgag. She could grunt, but not very loudly. Instead of the blinders that would
only limit her sight on either side, they fastened a pair of leather pads over
her eyes. Nancy could see nothing.
She took tentative steps as a man pulled on her reins to take her to the
training sulky. Within a couple minutes of Canjac paying the fee, they had the
beautiful ponygirl in her traces. Though she could not see the sulky behind her,
she had spent so much time dragging one around that she knew it was there.
That left Nadia. If they expected Nancy to move about without seeing,
she needed guidance. Nadia would provide that.
First through, she had to be property accessorized.
They removed the halter-top, replacing it with a wood and leather
contraption that at first seemed to be a parody of a bra. One wood board ran
across her chest under those large titties, the other below. Straps from the
ends ran around her body to hold it in place.
Large screws on each end held the boards together. They slowly tightened
the screws, drawing the boards together until they had those large mounds
crushed between the boards.
While this former Amazon was concerned about the boards crushing her
breasts, that worry was unfounded. What she needed to worry about were the
clamps they placed on each nipple. At the end of each was a chain. Pulling on
the chain caused the clamp to tighten. The more pressure, the tighter it would
crush her sensitive nipples.
They ran the chains through rings on the boards but did not fasten them.
Holding the buxom captive by her upper arms, they guided her to the seat
of the sulky. In seconds they had her strapped in. She sat on the seat with a
leather belt about her waist to hold her in place. They raised and spread her
legs to fit her high heels in leather cuffs. They had no need to buckle them
tight. Simply pulling on the strap pulled the band of leather securely about the
arched instep.
They rang chains from the harness on either side of Nancy's mouth to
pulleys on the sulky under Nadia. More chains ran up to the device at her chest.
"What you have to do is quite simple. You are going to take this cute
little pony girl out for a ride. Since she can't see, you are going to have to
give her directions by pulling on the reins. Since your hands are cuffed behind
your back, you'll have to use your body, or more specifically, those big titties
of yours."
As he said that, Canjac patted the brunette's left tit.
He pointed down the track where eight orange barrels marked out the
obstacle course.
"For your first run, just take her down to the end of the barrels,
circle around and come back here."
Nadia jerked her body around to try to flick the reins to get Nancy
moving, but could not.
"Bend forward and jerk your body up. Do it twice."
Bending forward created slick in the reins.
Jerking her body up caused the slack to disappear from the reins.
Unfortunately it also caused the clamps to pinch her nipples.
Nadia had other things to worry about as Nancy had started forward at a
trot. Nadia realized immediately that they would collide with a barrel long
before they reached the end of the line. She had to get Nancy to veer to her
right. Twisting her body about, she pulled back on the right rein, causing the
clamp to crush her right nipple.
Nancy turned away from the barrels.
They had survived that near crises. Now they approached the end of the
line of barrels. She had to guide the pony girl around in a half circle. To do
that, she had to twist her body back in the other direction, causing the clamp
to crush her left nipple. She tried to scream through the gag at the continual
pain. To guide ponygirl Nancy around in a half circle, she had to cause the
clamp to pinch that nipple tightly for almost a minute. To her horror, she
discovered Nancy heading directly for the barrels again. She had to turn to the
right, pinching the nipple on that side.
To her horror, Nancy was now head toward a fence. Nadia twisted her body
around to the left. The gag suppressed another scream.
"Turn her around. Turn her around."
They had completed a full circuit, but Canjac wanted her to make another
lap.
Nadia had to tortured herself further in getting Nancy to pull the sulky
so she faced down the track again.
"That wasn't too bad, not for the first time. She slowed up making the
turn. Do it again and keep her going until I tell you to stop. I want her to
make those turns at a good speed."
As he said that, he rubbed his fingertips across her pussy, enough to
get her excited but not enough to allow her to come.
"Get going."
As he said that, he slapped her on the bottom. She repeated the process
of leaning forward and jerking her body upright. The clamp closed on her nipples
before Nancy started forward at a trot.
The ponygirl drifted toward the right this time. Nadia allowed her to go
that direction until they neared the end. This enabled them to make the turn at
a fairly fast clip. They moved back toward the men at a slow trot. At their
approach the men moved toward the building to give Nancy room to make the turn.
Nadia twisted her body about to guide Nancy around the turn.
Tears began to form in her eyes.
Down and back, down and back. After half a dozen circuits, Nancy had it
route down pat. She could trot at her normal pace, even though she was
blindfolded.
Canjac signaled her to bring Nancy to a halt in front of him.
She was glad this was over. Her nipples ached continuously.
"Now turn her around, and do it in the other direction."
The other direction. Nancy's training and Nadia's torment were not over.
She had to trot in more ovals, only this time the emphasis of the pain changed
from her left tittie to the right.
She pulled her body back to bring Nadia to a halt.
Her nipples now had a dull pain.
"Now weave in and out among the barrels."
That would mean the same pain as before, alternating between one side
and the other. Only it would come more often now. The turns were sharper,
forcing her to pull more forcibly on the rein to get the pony girl to turn in
that direction she wanted.
Eventually, Nancy missed a turn. Nadia pulled her body back to bring her
to a halt. For several seconds she sat there, wondering how she was going to get
the pony girl to back up. Then it dawned on her.
She leaned back further. The clamps crushed her nipples so much that
they almost came together. The ponygirl moved in the correct direction slowly.
When Nadia believed she had moved backwards far enough, she leaned forward, then
back. Nancy started toward the right at a trot. Nadia twisted her body about,
causing the clamp to crush her left nipple. Nancy turned in that direction.
Canjac watched most of the workout, but was distracted as a number of
men came over to watch.
"Are you interested in selling?"
Canjac sold only to select individuals who knew how to take care of a
slave girl. He knew none of these men.
"Nope. I'm thinking of entering her in a race on Saturday."
"She ever race before?"
"Nope."
"What classification?"
"Forty-five and under. The Maiden Stakes."
"She have much practice?"
"Just drayage."
"She'll lose in the start but she might do well after a couple of
races."
While Nancy did not have experience racing, she did have endurance
pulling the wagon about.
Nadia and Nancy had completed another circuit, their twentieth or
thirtieth. They made a circle at the end and started back down the course.
"You should be practicing starts. That's where you'll lose."
"I'm not training the pony girl. This is just a sporting venture. I'm
training the jockey."
They watched in silence as Nadia drew back on the reins, causing Nancy
to back up.
Canjac smiled.
"Once those nipples heal, I think she will want to do anything to
please."
