Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 63
What nefarious actions had occurred back in that underground area where
Joyce, with her well-rounded bottom, waited?
As the man said, that storage area was a passageway between buildings.
On one side were the spectator seats for the training area where people could
watch ponygirls being put through their paces. On the other side was the museum.
In the middle was Joyce, mummified in adhesive tape and forced to stand
where everyone walking past could see those oversized melons protruding through
gaps in the tape.
People passing from one area to the other would walk past the eight
helpless captives. The captives appeared to be little more than statues. Until a
woman has been encased in tape, she has no idea just how immobile such a captive
is. No one passing by realized the eight slave girls were frantically struggling
to get free of their bondage.
As for the slave girls, there was little for them to see.
Standing on the bar, Joyce's head was higher than those of people
walking by. As the result, she could see nothing. Occasionally she caught the
glimpse of the top of someone's head, but that was about it.
She could not see, but she could certain hear.
"Look at them! I wonder if they're going to turn them into ponygirls."
Being turned into a ponygirl was a threat that had not occurred to
Joyce. She would think about it later, but right now she concentrated on placing
that voice. It was a woman's voice, a voice she had heard before. Someone she
would know, and someone would know her. She wondered why how she could get them
to help her.
Lips landed on her left boob. With the tongue lapping away, it took only
seconds for the nipple to become hard and pointed. Her body had not recovered
from her session in which she played with herself. She wanted the woman to stop,
and then again she wanted her to continue.
"Slave girl nipple, a tasty treat."
Who did that voice belong to?
"Want a lick?"
"I'll try the other one."
That voice she recognized! That was her little sister Missy! Joyce
struggled furiously with her bondage to try to find a way of telling her sister
she was there.
"Ohhh, she's getting hot."
The other voice, she recognized it now. It belonged to Missy's friend
Carolyn, who misinterpreted her efforts to escape as the throes of ecstasy.
Well, to be truthful, she was becoming aroused. She started wiggling
about to try to escape, but Carolyn's lips and tongue on her nipple was getting
her more excited. Though she did not want to admit it, she enjoyed Missy licking
and sucking on the right tittie. If the women did not stop soon, she would
forget about getting away.
"Come on, there's lots more to see. Remember, I've got those half price
coupons for 'Connie's Cunnilingus Lounge.' I'd like to use them."
Speaking of cunnilingus, Joyce certain would not mind if Carolyn put her
face down between her legs for a little tongue action. The tape about her hips
made it impossible for Carolyn to do anything, but the buxom blonde could wish.
Joyce was well on her way to becoming a good little slave girl. The reward of
sexual pleasure, or the punishment of denial of it, would be her greatest
motivating factor in her career as a slave girl.
Joyce tried to scream through the gag as she heard them move off. She
could not because of the gag and the layers of tape across her mouth. From the
sounds to her right, it sounded as though Missy and Carolyn had stopped to
torment another slave girl. In a couple of minutes the silence told her they had
left.
Joyce's sister coming through while she stood there helplessly bound.
Talk about coincidences!!
After almost an hour, they came for Joyce and the others. The blonde had
no idea where they were taking her or what her fate was to be. She heard sounds
to her right and correctly guessed that one of her companions was being taken
away. The sounds grew near, and then it was Joyce's turn. A man tossed her over
his should and took her to another slave girl elevator, identical to the first,
but on the other side of the building. Five minutes after they released her from
the framework where she had waited, she was on ground level in the sunlight.
Before, they had bound her so her back was to the framework. This time
they secured her facing a board. Once again they placed her feet on a bar so she
could not move them about. This bar was adjustable. They strapped the blonde to
the board, one broad leather strap about her waist and another about her upper
shoulders.
Her bare titties protruded though holes in the board. Bound as she was,
she could not pull them out.
When they had her secured as they wanted her, the board moved, carrying
the buxom cargo with it. Joyce moved a meter to her left and turned a bit to the
right.
Five minutes later she moved again. Five minutes after that, she moved
again.
When the men had all eight slave girls in place, they adjusted the
height of the bars so all the bare, well-rounded bottoms were at the same height
above the ground.
The final stage was to engage rubber brushes at points between the
boards.
The eight boards formed an octagonal with the eight slave girls facing
the center. When the gears were engaged, the device rotated so all advanced one
position. After eight such movements, they were back in their original
positions.
Every time they moved, their breasts rubbed across the rubber bristles
of the brushes. The slave girls found themselves becoming stimulated whether
they wanted to or know. They struggled to find some way of giving themselves
pleasure but bound as they were, that was impossible. They were merely slave
girls. Their master determined when they would have pleasure, how much, and how
often.
Since Joyce's role in this scene is static, let us switch to Lori, who
has a more active role to play.
During this whole time, she had remained tethered outside the building.
People wandering by would look at her shaved pussy and laugh. Some pointed out
her condition to those who might have missed it.
The little slave girl wanted to be back safely in Canjac's compound.
(Anyone doubt that she has learned her lesson?)
When they came for her, she was afraid that they would have some worse
form of public exhibition with which to humiliate her.
Canjac recognized her good behavior. He intended to reward her for it.
A device resembling a sulky faced the device where Joyce and the other
seven well-rounded bottoms waited..
"Sit there."
There was no seat, just a wide metal bar with a huge dildo protruding
from it. The beautiful slave girl turned about and sat down on the shaft.
Wiggling back and forth, she tried to slid it into her using her body weight. A
man grabbed her by the shoulders to push her down. With one arm about her
slender waist to hold her in position, he fastened a leather belt about her
waist so she could not raise herself from the dildo.
Another man pulled Lori's right leg to that side and secured it to a
stirrup with another strap. When he had done the same to her left leg, Lori sat
there with her leg spread wide apart.
Now, the device had another attachment that the men did not use (on
Canjac's explicit orders.) They could raise a rubber dildo so it lay against the
slave girl's pussy. Each time the device with the eight well-rounded bottoms
rotated, the dildo rotated, rubbing dozens of little scrubby knobs against the
seated slave girl's pussy lips.
Lori's pussy was off-limits until her pubic had grown back.
A man lowered a bar until it was a chest level about a meter in front of
her.
With the device and Lori ready, they removed the cuffs.
"Hold this with your left hand."
The man pulled the strap dangling from the bar. It was just like holding
the reins to a ponygirl.
"Hold this with your right."
Lori's eyes opened wide in surprise as the man handed her a whip. The
handle was a meter and a half long a short thong on the end.
"Hold it out toward the left cheek." He gestured toward the left
bottomcheek of the slave girl in the device before her.
"Now snap it against the left cheek."
Snap!
Lori was used to slave girls withering about and trying to scream
through gags as Cathy whipped their fannies. She assumed she had not hurt the
slave girl as she heard no sound. Of course, the slave girl tried to scream, but
between the panties stuffed in her mouth and the tape about her head no one
heard anything.
"The right cheek now. Don't be afraid to put some power into it."
Snap!
Chunkada.
The device rotated one-eighth of the way around, bringing a new pair of
bottomcheeks before Lori.
All eight slave girls murmured moans of pleasure as their nipples were
dragged across the rubber brushes.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm."
"Do it again, the left check then the right."
Lori swung the tip of the whip to her left.
Snap!
Bringing it to the right, she flicked the whip again.
Snap!
Chunkada.
Joyce had not idea why she was bound like this. She did not like being
so immobile, but it felt good when her nipples were caressed by the rubber
bristles. She tried to move her shoulder back and forth but discovered she could
not. The stimulation of her body was something over which she had no control.
They brought her pleasure.
Chunkada.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
Snap!
Pain shot through her left bottomcheek.
Snap!
Before she could react, she felt another twinge in her right.
Chunkada.
Joyce did not know what to think. Her chest felt good, but her ass
burned. Neither sensation was dominant..
Chunkada.
Of course, it felt good having her nipples so lovingly caressed.
Chunkada.
"We're going to put it on automatic now. Once the buns stop, you will
have two seconds, one for each check. You might miss a few at first, but keep
practicing and soon you will have delivered both blows and will be waiting for
the device to move."
Lori tensed her body, waiting for the device to begin operating. The men
had to engage certain gears and unlock others to cause it to work on its own.
Chunkada.
Snap! Snap!
Chunkada.
Snap! Snap!
Joyce tensed as the device turned.
Chunkada!
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
She could tell she was moving in a circular motion that would bring her
back to where she had felt the pain in her bottom. Staring at the board
centimeters before her face, she could not see Lori plying the whip. The tape
about her head kept her from hearing much either.
Chunkada!
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
Snap! Snap!
The buxom blonde struggled with her bondage again but to no avail.
Chunkada.
She moved to the left and forward. It felt good as her nipples were
dragged across those rubber bristles.
Chunkada.
Soon though she would be back where she felt the pain.
Chunkada.
On the other end of the training facility, Canjac had Nancy and Nadia
tethered to the back of the wagon in anticipation of returning to his compound.
The training of the ponygirl and her jockey was at an end.
A messenger interrupted his thoughts. A glance at the note brought a
smile to his lips.
"Will there be a reply?"
"No, but there is another message I want you to deliver."
Canjac arrived at the other training area after making arrangements to
enter Nancy in the race Saturday night. He stood several steps behind Lori with
the men, watching as Lori flicked the end of the whip against one pair of cheeks
after another. Joyce came by twice while he stood there, but he did not know who
she was. All he saw were eight pairs of bright red fannies.
The training session did not last long. There was little they could
teach a slave girl. If Lori practiced too much, her wrist would begin to ache
and she would not be able to perform when her master wanted her to.
A couple hours after they arrived, the men brought around the wagon.
Nancy and Nadia were already tethered to it. Lori soon joined them. The eight
slave girls, still mummified in tape, were placed on the bed of the wagon, this
time face down, so everyone could see the red marks on their fannies.
Joyce found herself on top this time. A man carried her to the wagon and
laid her down on top two other slave girls. She made no effort to resist as she
had learned her lesson. She knew just how helpless she was. Given the
opportunity she would show her master just how much she wanted to please him.
Canjac smiled at Lori as he took her left tit in his hand. He kneaded
the supple mound while his fingertips played with the nipple.
"I have special plans for you this Saturday, Lori. You are going to be
the sulky driver in a very interesting race.
One of his men waited for him inside the high bay doors.
"You got a visitor, Boss."
Canjac outlined with both hands the curves of a woman. The man nodded.
"Where?"
"Your office."
In his office he found waiting for him one of the most beautiful blondes
in town, Tina Dacey.
"My Dear, it is so nice to see you."
He took her hand and kissed it. Bending over he could not help but
notice her massive titties. No, they weren't close in size to Nadia's, but since
she was ten or twelve centimeters shorter, they appeared even larger.
She looked wary at him. She knew many women had visited him and had
never appeared in public as free women.
Okay, she was beautiful, but not that bright. She should not have come.
"There is something I want you to see."
He opened the door and gestured into the hallway. Once they were there,
he motioned to the left.
"Are you aware the Tiffany Thomsom has been telling people how much she
would like to have you as a slave girl?"
"That little bitch! I thought she was my friend."
They stopped at a door. Canjac turned the knob but did not open it
immediately.
"I am a fair man in search of justice in the world. So I thought you
might be interested..."
He pushed the door open for the buxom blonde to enter. Tina took a step
in before she saw the main attraction.
"My goodness!!"
Tiffany knelt on the floor wearing a garter belt, sheer black stockings,
high heeled black sandals, and most importantly, a slave collar.
"How?"
"She was outside the city's walls and I'm afraid she made herself too
obnoxious. I was over at the racetrack getting ready for this week's race when I
heard out this. Since she had come here just last week asking me to help her get
a collar on you, I naturally though of you first."
The beautiful brunette grunted her rebuttal. She could say no more as a
rather large ballgag filled her mouth. Of course, she could not remove it as her
hands were handcuffed behind her back. Ropes about her legs made it impossible
for her to rise.
She looked like any other slave girl.
"Do you have any plans for Saturday?
"No-o0."
"Then be my date for the races. I have a ponygirl entered in one of the
races."
"So?"
"Until then, Tiffany is yours. Bring her to the racetrack."
"Why?"
"Well, you have to admit that she is a notch above your usual arrogant
bitch. I think a few days of pleasing you will make her so much more
appreciative of being owned by a man."
"Will you sell her to me?"
"We'll talk about that on Saturday."
"What do I have to do?"
"Take her home and train her."
Canjac placed a hand against the back of the brunette's head to push it
down. This enabled him to get a better look at her bottom.
"Sweet sixteen and never been spanked," he commented, knowing that
Tiffany was twenty-one or twenty-two. 'She needs her first spanking as a slave
girl."
That caused the blonde's blue eyes to light up.
"I get to give her first spanking?"
"I assume you know the ritual."
Tiffany certainly did, and grunted her disapproval.
"So what do I have to do?"
"Take her home and train her. Oh, there's one more thing. Since she was
collared outside the city's walls they had no trouble bringing her inside but
she still isn't registered." He pulled some papers from a holder on the wall.
"You will need to take these to the office of slave girl registration to make it
official."
"Can I take her now?"
"Be my guest."
Canjac motioned toward the kneeling slave girl and stepped back.
"Maybe I should give her a spanking first."
The kneeling brunette looked up at Canjac and grunted a plea of help.
Canjac only smiled.
