Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 64
While we wait for the races on Saturday night, what was Missy's reaction
to her sister's disappearance?
She did not like her brother-in-law so in her mind he was the chief
suspect regarding her disappearance. A few indiscreet inquiries told her
nothing, but she still believed he had somehow sold Joyce as a slave girl.
She met Carolyn at the diner. Robyn was still working the cash register,
giving no better service than she had before.
"Where do you think she might be? Isn't it illegal to enslave a woman
inside town?"
"Inside town! Inside town! He probably lured her outside so it would be
legal."
Seated in the next booth was Lorraine, one of the Amazons we have
encountered off and on. The beautiful brunette had noticed Missy as soon as she
entered. The Amazons could always sense a virgin. The young blonde's concern for
her sister made her vulnerable to the machinations of a ruthless mistress.
Lorraine was ready to fill the bill.
She listened carefully; taking note of the details Missy gave out. She
quickly assumed Joyce was a blue-eyed blonde as her sister was, but was taller
and much more buxom. She wished she had got her hands on Joyce, but her younger
sister would do.
She waited until Carolyn left before making her move.
"Excuse me. I hope this isn't too forward of me, but I could not help
but overhear your conversation."
Missy gave her a puzzled looked as the Amazon slid into the booth where
Carolyn had been seated seconds before.
"Your sister, is she about this tall?" She held her hand up indicating
average height. "Blonde hair, a baby face?"
She guessed at this last one.
"Yes! Have you seen her?"
"I may have. I saw someone looking like her a few minutes ago."
"Where? Where?"
"Let me check this out first. There is a place where women are kept
bound until they can be smuggled out of town and brought back in legitimately.
Do you know where the Old Town Ice Cream Shoppe is on Victoria Street?"
"I know Victoria Street. I can find that Ice Cream place."
"There is an alley opposite it. It's 9 o'clock now. At 11, go down that
alley. I don't know which door it is so keep an eye out for me. I'll smuggle you
in and you can look around."
We all know that no young woman should follow the advice of an Amazon,
but Missy didn't. At ten minutes before the appointed hour, she paced back and
forth in front of the Old Town Ice Cream Shoppe. At precisely 11, she started
down the alley. She had taken only a few steps when Lorraine stepped from a door
and motioned her forward.
"Hurry! The coast is clear now."
Missy bounded down the alley at a run and brushed past the Amazon to get
inside.
"Wait here."
Lorraine moved to the end of the corridor, paused to look in both
directions, then frantically motioned the young woman forward. She disappeared
down a corridor to the left. Missy found her waiting in an open doorway a few
steps away.
"Wait in here."
"What place is this?
"Billy's Bargain Blondes. Have you heard of it?"
The young blonde replied with a shake of her head.
"Don't make a sound. I have another errand of mercy to take care of."
The blonde looked around the room once Lorraine had closed the door
behind her. She had no doubts about the function of the bench and the chairs in
the room. To confirm her thoughts she opened a drawer in a cabinet. It was full
of ballgags.
This roomed was for slave girls. She could not tell whether it was for
breaking them, or allowing them to please a master or mistress. She had no doubt
what went on in there in general.
Rolled up on the floor next to the cabinet were clothes, the clothes of
a free woman. Under them were shoes. The young blonde nudged them with the toe
of her right foot.
"What are they doing here?" she asked out loud.
Five minutes after she left, Lorraine arrived with a pair of bound
women. Each was a brunette with dark features. They were about the same height,
and if someone told you they were sisters (which they were not), you would have
no reason to doubt the veracity of the statement.
One woman wore a short yellow slave girl's minidress. Her arms were
secured behind her back with handcuffs and a bright red rubber ballgag filled
her mouth. She wore a black leather slave collar to which a leash was attached.
Lorraine held the leash.
The other woman wore nothing but high heels.
She had less freedom than the woman who was dressed, as someone had
bound her hands behind her back with cords. Not content with making her
helpless, they had passed more ropes about her upper body, pinning her arms to
her sides.
She too wore a ballgag and a collar. Lorraine held her leash too.
Lorraine let go of both leashes as soon as she had the door closed.
"Let me get those cuffs off you, then you help me with your sister."
Missy stood to the side with her mouth open in wonderment as the woman
in the minidress removed her collar once her hands were free. The ballgag came
next. Once rid of all the bondage paraphernalia, she turned her attention to the
captive Lorraine had identified as her sister.
The brunette looked over at Missy.
"Do you have anything we can use to cut these cords?"
"I don't know. I'll look."
Missy located a nail file. Lorraine used it to cut through the cords
about the brunette's waist. Next she cut those around the brunette's chest above
her titties, and lastly about her wrists.
Once she was free, the two former captives hugged.
"Come on. You're not safe yet."
The two dressed and were gone in a couple of minutes.
"What was that about?"
"I know this place well. Molly dressed up as a slave girl to identify
her sister Amy."
"Do you want me to dress up as a slave girl?"
"Oh, no! The risk is too great. Just describe your sister and I'll try
to find her."
Lorraine paid no attention to Missy's description, as she was sure Joyce
wasn't here.
"I'll look. I'll be back."
The brunette returned five minutes later.
"I never realized there were so many blondes here. Does your sister have
any identifying birthmarks or anything like that?"
"I don't know."
"Well, I'll try again."
Lorraine returned a few minutes later leading a blonde. She had blue
eyes and blonde hair, but other than that, did not resemble Joyce at all.
"Is this your sister?"
"No. She's shorter, and, you know, bigger."
Missy indicated big tits with her hands.
"Let me try again."
Lorraine led the blonde out, returning five minutes later with a second
slave girl.
"That's not her," Missy burst out as soon as she saw her.
Lorraine had several hours before her meeting so she could afford to
bring the blondes in one at a time until Missy suggested it herself.
"How about dressing me as a slave and taking me in?"
"That would be very risky. What if something went wrong?"
"That's the only way we'll find her!"
"Well, there's a dress and shoes. And you had better put that collar on.
If you're running about in that short skirt without a collar, people will think
something is wrong. Let me get rid of this little plaything," she added, nodding
at the latest blonde slave girl she had brought in.
She returned while Missy was trying on the dress. She stared into the
ubiquitous full-length mirror as she tugged down on the flared skirt with both
hands.
"It certainly is short," she said looking over at Lorraine.
The Amazon took her time answering.
"Look on the bright side. It will draw attention to your legs. No one
will notice your face."
Missy turned around to look at herself from another angle. She tugged
down on the hem in back as she mumbled, "I just wish I had panties to wear."
Of course, the cotton panties she wore would tell everyone who saw them
something was amiss.
"So no one recognizes you out there, you can wear this."
She held up a leather blindfold.
"I want to be able to see."
"Just try it on."
The young blonde held it up to her eyes for a few seconds, then pulled
it down to look at it.
"It has holes in it."
"Yeah, but anyone seeing that on you will think you're blindfolded."
She gave the blonde an exaggerated wink.
"Here, you put this on yourself."
She handed the future slave girl the slave collar Amy had worn. What
more fitting justice than Missy put it on herself?
While she buckled it about her neck, Lorraine formed her hair into two
long pigtails, held in place by rubber bands.
"Ready?"
The blonde nodded.
Lorraine held up the handcuffs.
"Turn around with your hands behind your back."
Missy was beginning to have second thoughts about all this but it was
too late for her to escape. Amy and Molly waited to lend assistance if the
luscious young woman balked at being bound. To the Amazon this was only a game
and a means to get a little extra money.
Lorraine wrapped a cuff about Missy's left wrist, squeezing it tight so
she could not extract her hand. When she did the same to the other cuff, the
blonde was a helpless prisoner.
She was now a slave girl; only she did not know it yet.
"Oh! I almost forgot this."
She held up the ballgag before the blonde's mouth. Missy hesitated for a
few seconds before opening her mouth wide. The Amazon quickly slipped the rubber
ball in the young woman's mouth, turned her so she faced away from her, and
buckled the ends of the strap together behind her head.
"We'll go down the corridor. We have to pass through this room where
there are some masters and mistresses and slave girls. I don't think she's in
there but before we go in, I'll put the blindfold on. Okay?"
The blonde nodded.
Like she had any choice in the matter now.
Lorraine attached a leash to Missy's collar before opening the door.
"I'll check to see if the way is clear."
She stuck her head out and looked to the left where Army stood in a
doorway. A slight nod of the head told her they were ready in that direction.
For appearance's sake, she glanced back to the right.
"Let's hurry before someone comes."
A dozen steps up the hall brought them to the door where Amy had been.
"Try not to be real obvious when you look around. It may take a few
seconds to get used to the blindfold so don't worry if you don't see anything at
first. It's kind of dark in there so your eyes will take a few seconds to get
adjusted to the darkness. I'll lead you across the room, and then we'll wait
next to the door on the other side. Then you can check to see if Joyce is in the
room."
She slipped the blindfold over the blonde's eyes. Had Missy been paying
more attention (or had see been smarter) she would have seen that Lorraine had
palmed a different blindfold. As the Amazon had warned, she could see nothing.
She blinked as she tried to see through the non-existent holes.
Lorraine led her across the room toward a post twenty centimeters in
diameter. When she had the blonde in position, she grabbed Missy by the hands as
Amy and Molly each grabbed a leg and pulled out. Missy's legs were spread wide
before she could react. Lorraine jerked her arms in the air, forcing her to bend
over. While one hand held the captive's hands, the other forced her head down.
The Amazon pushed her body forward, pressing her back against the post. The top
of Missy's head was only centimeters above the floor.
Lorraine held the captive's arms in that position while her two friends
ran ropes from the blonde's ankles to rings in the floor. With that done, Missy
could not draw her legs together.
By then, she struggled furiously with her bondage and made animal
grunting noises through the gag.
Amy moved around to the other side of the post with a rope. In seconds
she had Missy's cuffed hands tied to the posts.
This left the young captive bent over with her legs spread. When they
removed the blindfold, she could see back between her legs. Her pussy was only
centimeters from her eyes.
Struggling against her bondage, Missy did not notice at first that they
were not alone. Seated next to the door, watching the operation was a man.
He was Billy, owner of "Billy's Bargain Blondes."
Missy was about to become his newest "bargain blonde."
"Well?" asked Lorraine. "What do you think?"
Slowly the man came to his feet and advanced on the helpless captive.
Missy had hopes she could get away, but we all know that was impossible.
Bent over wearing that short skirt, her pussy was visible to anyone standing
behind her.
"In this position all, blondes long the same."
"She's a virgin."
"What good is a virgin slave girl?"
He inserted a finger in the blonde's pussy and gently massaged it.
Missy's whimpering told him she was becoming aroused.
"How much?"
"She's worth a couple of crowns."
"Do you have papers for her?"
This was a private enterprise the three were working. Any profit they
make would go into their pockets, not the Amazons' coffers. They had no papers
for the blonde.
Missy and found herself sold for a crown and five silver thalens. It
was a bargain price.
Missy had just discovered how inexpensive she was. She had become a
body to be bought and sold, and to be used and abused.
"Let's go my office and we'll finalize the deal."
A couple minutes after they left, two mistresses entered the room. Both
were brunettes. Both were responsible for blondes into willing slave girls.
Their next project was Missy.
The blonde did not want to be a slave girl, but Missy had no say in the
matter. When they were finished with her, she would be to be a slave girl.
The first order of business was to teach Missy the meaning of pain.
The brunette mistresses accomplished that with small leather paddles.
"Whose goes first?"
"You went first last time."
"Then let me pick the target."
"Okay."
Missy overheard the discussion but could only see their legs. She felt
fingertips slowly slid across her flesh. On the right bottomcheek the fingertips
moved up next to her crack, then down the outside.
"Here."
Smack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"Here."
Smack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"Here."
Smack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"Here."
Smack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"You think this bimbo blonde has learned her lesson?"
"I don't know. She doesn't seem very bright to me. After all, she
allowed herself to be bound in this position. I think she needs more education.
It's my turn now."
One mistress handed the other the paddle. She did not indicate which
parts of Missy's anatomy to strike. She knew the blows should fall on those
areas that were already red so they would hurt more.
Smack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Smack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Missy continued to cry out with each blow as though her plaintive cries
meant anything to these two.
Smack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Smack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
While she waited for the second mistress to finish delivering her blows,
the first selected a leather paddle for the next round. This paddle was twice as
long and half as wide as the wooden one. The blows would cover both bottom
cheeks.
"Round Two. Having fun, Missy?"
This time, she delivered ten blows, five on the lower part of her bottom
where the cheeks were the roundest, and five at the top. She handed that paddle
to the second mistress who delivered another ten on top the first ten.
When they finished, the blonde captive's bottom was bright red.
She fondled the blonde's bottom as she twisted her head around so she
could see the captive's face.
"Have you learned your lesson yet? We can punish you as much as we want
and there is nothing you can do about it. Are you ready to be trained as a slave
girl? Grunt twice if the answer is 'yes.'"
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!!"
"I think she is ready for the serious training now."
"I agree."
The two did not believe Missy would agree to be a slave girl after a few
dozen blows to her fanny. Okay, it did happen once in a while that they came
across a blonde so docile that the first blow would have her begging for a
collar. That did not happen often.
The first mistress had removed from a rack on the wall a paddle
identical to the one her friend welded.
"Let us know when you change your mind."
One stood on each side of the captive so they could work together.
Smack!
As she drew the paddle back, the other mistress whipped hers forward.
Smack!
The other paddle was already moving forward as she drew her back.
Smack!
Working together, they could deliver a hard blow every second.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
How many blows do you think you could take before you were willing to
submit? The number certainly was far less than what Missy received. She grunted
in pair grunts through her gag but they ignored her. They were not disciplining
a slave girl. They were not forcing Missy to submit.
They were having fun.
They finally stopped not because of what Missy did, but because of their
boss's entrance into the room.
"How is it going?"
"Stubborn little bitch. She just doesn't know her place in life."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!! Mmmmmfffffttttt!!!"
"Let me show her one of the benefits of being a slave girl, then you can
go back to work on her."
"Okay. I need a drink."
"Me, too."
Missy knew immediately what Billy mean about "benefits" of being a slave
girl. Bent over as she was with her face in her crotch, she was forced to watch
as he deflowered her.
When he finished, he slapped her on the rump.
"Be a good little slave girl and there is a lot more where that came
from."
She could only hang limply in her bonds while she waited for the
mistresses to return.
She whimpered her submission before they delivered a single blow.
"Ask her."
"Are you ready to be trained as a slave girl, Missy?"
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!! Mmmmmfffffttttt!!!"
They released the young blonde from the bondage that held her against
the pole.
"We are going to give you a little test. If you don't pass, you go back
against the pole."
"Now face in that direction with your legs spread and bend over."
The mistress held a large rubber dildo in front of the blonde.
"Since you have already had one orifice violated today, we might as well
go for two. Say 'Ahhhhhh!'"
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Tears streamed down Missy's face as the woman twisted it back and forth
to get it in all the way.
"You know, that may actually protect your bottom some."
Their snickers told Missy that they doubted the truth of that statement.
"Now, we are each going to give you two blows with a paddle. If you
maintain this position, your punishment is over."
The paddle they selected was a huge two-handed paddle. The blade was
twenty centimeters high and thirty long. The impact would easily cover all of
both bottomcheeks.
Whack!!!!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Missy straightened up, then, realizing what she had done, immediately
bent over again.
"Takes okay. You went back to the position. That tells us you want to be
a good little slave girl.
Whack!!!!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
The two were in no hurry to strike the final two blows. They let the
beautiful blonde worry about them for several minutes.
Whack!!!! Whack!!!!
A couple hours later, Missy was brought to her master so she could show
him just how good a slave girl she had become.
The outfit she wore was typical for slave girls. She wore a flared, pink
satin miniskirt over white satin bikini panties. Her large boobs were rather
inadequately encased in a pink satin haltertop.
Kneeling before him, her eyes were level with his crotch. She stared at
the bulge, knowing what she had to do.
"So, Missy, are you glad you are a slave girl?"
The blonde nodded, not taking her eyes off her master's crotch.
"Crawl forward and show me."
She willing allowed her third orifice to be used as she took his cock in
her mouth and sucked on it to show him her gratitude for being turning into a
slave girl. This orifice did not provide the pleasure her pussy did, but it
certainly did not hurt like having a rubber dildo shoved up her ass.
With so many blondes around, Billy's penis was in danger of becoming
waterlogged from being sucked. Missy had to try to make him come, but of course
she could not. She continued to try though. He would decide whether she was to
be punished or not.
Without warning, he pushed her head back. Before she could react he
rammed a ballgag in her mouth. One hand on the top of her head forced her head
down so he could fasten the ends of the leather strap together behind her head.
"Come to your feet."
The blonde knew what this man. She was about to receive her first
ritual spanking from her owner. Her bottom was bright red and still hurt from
the severe spanking the two mistresses had delivered. That was not the same as
getting a spanking from her master. She knew that every time she was purchased,
her new owner, man or woman, could spank her just to remind her of her servile
status.
The beautiful blonde staggered to her feet. At no time did she take her
eyes and often her master's crotch. She felt him grab her by the waist and pull
her forward and down. In seconds she was draped across his lap, with her face
near the floor. He caught one foot about her right ankle so she could not fall
off.
His hand went under the short skirt, grabbing the waistband of the
panties. With a single jerk down, he pulled them down to mid-thigh, exposing her
bottom.
Hand this occurred the day before she would have been horrified. So
many people had seen her bare bottom the last couple of hours; it no longer
mattered to her. He was just afraid of how much he was going to spank to her.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
She tried to score a scream through the gag. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Slap. Her mistresses had taught her how to behave when being spanked. Slap.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. This spanking did not hurt as much as when her
mistresses spanked her as part of her training. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Slap. She had to pretend she was in terrible pain. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Slap. Not only did she grunt through the ballgag, she kicked her legs as much as
much as she could. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
In seconds she found herself on her knees between his legs. He pulled
the gag from her mouth.
"Now I want you to thank me for spanking you."
She had done this before so it was easy to obey.
Missy continued at this task until her master indicated she was to stop
by pushing her head back in the reinserting the ballgag in her mouth.
She was just one piece of property he owned. He had other slave girls
who were more experienced and could do a better job of pleasing a man. He had
already spent money to buy Missy. He had already used valuable resources to
convince he that she should be a slave girl.
Now it was time to get a return on his investment.
A pair of French maid's stripped Missy of her clothing. All she needed
to be sold was high heels. Once they had her naked, they fasten a pair of
handcuffs on her wrists so they had her arms bound behind her back.
And with her ass still burning from the numerous beatings she had just
received, Missy did not their resist as they led her through the building toward
the front door. Missy had never been here before so she was unaware of where
they were taking her until they stepped outside.
"Stand on now block in front of the pole," a mistress ordered.
Missy stepped up on the block. When she did not move fast enough to
please her mistress, the woman grabbed her by the upper arms to spin her about
so she stood with her back to the post.
"Bend over so I can get to those cuffs."
The blonde leaned forward so the mistress had an easy time of removing
the cuffs. The woman did not let go of the blonde's right arms but immediately
drew it behind the post. Missy put her left arm back. The woman crossed them at
the wrist, holding them there with her left hand while her right pulled a rope
from her belt.
Once she had the blonde's hands tied together, she threaded the end of
the rope through a ring on the post. There were several other rings to
accommodate slave girls of various sizes. Tying another rope to the blonde's
right upper arm, she passed it through a ring several centimeters above the
first. She lashed it to the blonde's right arm, and then drew it back to the
ring where she tied a secure knot.
These ropes had Missy secured bound to the post, but there would be much
more to her bondage. The mistress tied another rope to the young woman's right
ankle. Drawing the ankle behind the post, she tied the rope to a ring
immediately below the blonde's bound wrists.
This left Missy standing on her left foot. The woman tied a last rope to
that ankle. Missy resisted a little, but there was little she could do. Her body
sagged down, supported solely by the ropes about her body.
"One more thing."
The mistress attached a small placard to the lower ring on Missy's slave
collar. The blonde could not see what it said, but that was just as well.
Imagine you are a master or mistress held for a stroll. There, in front
of Billy's Bargain Blondes, you see an array of blondes bound as Missy was. Let
us ignore the others for the moment, and concentrate on Missy. The manner, in
which they had bound her legs, spread them apart so her pussy was available for
examination and exploration.
That little placard that hung from her collar read, "Take me for a test
grope."
Could you pass up this opportunity?
It seemed to Missy that nobody could. Every master or mistress who went
by wanted to fondle her titties or play with her pussy. She was becoming
aroused, but she knew that they would not want her come. She existed only to
bring pleasure to others.
Billy did a thriving business selling blondes. Many real customers came
into his store looking for that one special blonde. Several were interested in
Missy.
When someone exhibited an interest in a particular slave girl, Billy
would have a mistress retrieve her. Handcuffs and a leash were all the blonde
needed. (Many thought high heels made a slave girl overdressed.)
They had the blonde stand with her legs spread. A chain attached to the
handcuffs was used to raise her arms in the air. As they shortened the chain to
the cuffs, they drew her arms in the air, forcing her to bend over.
"Head up."
The woman grabbed a handful of blonde tresses to pull Missy's head back
so she stared forward.
This allowed a potential buyer to examine her titties as they dangled
down. By walking around behind her while she stood there with her legs spread,
the client could examine her pussy. With her head raised, they could see how
beautiful she was.
The first couple of buyers were looking for someone who was a little
more experience. When the buyer said they were interested in someone else, or
made hints about going to another establishment, Billy signaled a mistress to
take the captive blonde back outside. In a matter of minutes, Missy found
herself bound to the pole as she had been before.
The fourth or fifth time they brought her in a sale was arranged. The
blonde stood facing a wall so she could not see who bought her. The first thing
that occurred to her was the dread that she was going to be spanked again.
Like that would not have happened anyway.
