Fantasy Slave Girls in Bondage

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Slave Girls in Bondage

Chapter 1

Andrea Anderson thought herself the luckiest girl in the whole world.  She had
enrolled in the Acme College of Cosmetology only the month before.  She expected
to spend two years learning to make other women look half the beautiful woman
she was.  What happened was unbelievable.  She had struck up a conversation with
a woman who turned out to be the president of the college.  She needed an
administrative assistant and offered the job to Andrea.  There was even some
talk of making the beautiful blonde the college spokeswoman.  She certainly fit
the image of what a beautiful, sexy woman should look like.
The beautiful blonde had no idea what the job entailed.  She had no training in
this field.  (Her primary experience in her 19 years had been in making herself
appear beautiful.)  Debbie Lawson, her boss, still managed to keep her busy.
Sure the tasks were minimal, but Andrea was certain they would be expanded as
soon as she had some experience.
"Today we are going to meet with a woman who might enable this college to
extend some of his ancillary functions."
To be honest, Andrea had no idea what the woman meant.  She brushed her long,
blonde hair over her right shoulder as she waited for a better explanation.
None was coming.  She felt no concern beyond that of worrying if her makeup was
on right.
"Bring my carriage around in front.  I want you to come along.  It will be a
useful experience for you."
The beautiful blonde quickly ordered the carriage, and waited at the steps in
front of the college for it to arrive.  Though she had a shapely body, Andrea
wore a long, black skirt with a matching jacket.  Only slave girls showed off
their bodies.  Andrea was dressed as any free woman would.  Still, it took
little imagination to realize what a voluptuous body she had, a body much to
soft and round to be wasted on a free woman.
The carriage arrived after only a few minutes.  It was less a carriage than it
was a sulky.  Instead of horses, it had sixteen ponygirls, four rows and four
columns, hauling it.  Each had long, dark hair formed into a ponytail that
dangled down to the middle of their fannies.  They wore corsets with straps that
held up their sheer black stockings.  Except for high heeled sandals, they were
naked.
Andrea walked around in front of the team.  Each ponygirl in the front row wore
a set of blinders so she could not see to either side.  The elaborate harnesses
made it impossible for them to turn their heads from side-to-side.  All they
could do was stare straight ahead.  (The ponygirls in the following rows all
wore black leather blindfolds.  They did not have to see where they were going.)
These slave girls stood in the prescribed manner, legs spread far apart to show
that anyone had access to their bodies.  Andrea grabbed the tits of the first,
squeezing them tightly while her fingertips played across the nipples.  It took
only seconds for her to get the desired result.  The slave girl's nipples became
hard and pointed as she became aroused.
Andrea moved on to the second ponygirl to repeat the torment.
The first ponygirl uttered a muffle protest (all the bitgag would allow).  She
wanted the woman to continue to play with her body.  (What was the use of
standing with her legs spread if no one availed themselves of her pussy?)  She
was only a slave girl though.  What she wanted did not matter.
Andrea had just started fondling the last ponygirl in the front row when Debbie
emerged from the building followed by a purse slave girl.  Though she needed a
purse, it made no sense for her to carry it around when she had a slave girl who
could do it for her.  The slave girl who followed at the end of a leash wore a
traditional black satin French maid's outfit, complete with a little white, lace
apron.  Two things about the outfit though  would garner anyone's immediate
attention.  First, it was extremely short, the ruffled hem ending at the top of
the stockings in front, and at the bottom of her fanny in back. It was short
enough in front to tantalize any watcher with hints of what was hidden beneath
it, and short enough in back so her bottom cheeks were always visible.   The
noticeable thing was the low neckline, so low in fact that her nipples were
visible in the white, lace ruffles.
Though she wore a traditional French Maid's outfit, her function was anything
but traditional except to a mistress. As a purse slave girl, she wore a special
leather belt to which Debbie had attached her purse in back.  With her arms
encased in a black, leather single glove, the young captive could do nothing but
stand there.  Debbie had no need to carry a purse, not as long as she had a
slave girl around to do it for her.
Debbie removed the purse from the belt, handed the end of the leash to Andrea,
then removed a blindfold and a dildo from her purse.  She gave both to Andrea.
"Tether her over there, and use these on her."
Andrea fairly jumped at the chance.  She envied Debbie because Debbie had the
most beautiful slave girls.  This one was one of the best of an outstanding lot.
Using the leash, she led her captive to a stone wall near the entrance to the
college.  There was a ring about five feet above the ground.  She locked the end
of the leash to the ring.
The slave girl knew how to act.  As soon as she stopped walking, she stood with
her legs spread as far apart as she could.  Andrea licked her lips in
anticipation of the ecstasy she was about to cause.  Slowly she inserted the
dildo into the slave girl.  The slave girl's nipples, already hard and pointed
at the sight of the toy, seemed ready to explode by the time the blonde stopped
pushing.
The next item was the black leather blindfold.  Andrea moved around behind the
captive to buckle it in place.  The slave girl would have to stand in darkness,
holding the dildo inside her until someone came for her.  If it fell out, she
would be most severely punished.
This slave girl was blue-eyed and blonde.  Andrea knew she was beautiful, but
did not realize how closely she resembled the slave.  She did not suspect that
this blonde slave had been her predecessor as assistant to Debbie.
The mistress had climbed into the seat of the sulky by the time Andrea
finished, and motioned for the beautiful blonde to sit beside her.
It took only a few minutes for them to reach their destination.  The building
was just a couple blocks from the slave market.
"What place is this?  It looks like a palace?" Andrea asked.
"It is the home of the official legate from Saphos."
"Oh, Amazons."
The Amazons had their own city, though they had missions in every city
throughout the known world.  Only a few people knew that their purpose was to
find new slaves to satisfy the lusts of the Amazons.  Everyone knew they were
expert slavers with a seemingly inexhaustible supply of slave girls.
Andrea had often wondered about the Amazons but had never been brave enough to
ask about them.  (She certainly did not want to bring attention to herself.
With her long blonde tresses, beautiful face, and well-developed body, she would
be a prime candidate to end up wearing a slave collar.  This time was different
though as she was there with Debbie.  She was certain the older woman would take
care of her.)
Besides, they were inside the walls of the town.  She was protected by the laws
here.  No one would dare to do anything to her.  She felt safe.
"Why are we . . . here?" she asked as they alighted from the sulky.
"The Amazons have certain distribution, uh, facilities, that, uh, would allow
us to explain the sale of our own cosmetic line."
What she said was such a obvious lie that she could not believe the blonde
actually believed it.  Debbie decided this young woman certainly deserved her
fate.
Marlena looked upon Debbie as she would any other woman.  She judged her solely
on how much she would bring in the marketplace as a slave.  The price would be
considerable.  Still, the tall brunette had a business proposition that would
force her to delay things.  With bosoms as large as hers, she would be a welcome
addition to the slave stables in Saphos.
As Debbie and the Amazon leader talked in low voices, the blue-eyed Andrea
looked about her in amazement.  Never had she seen so many slave girls in one
place, outside the slave market, at one time.  There had to be dozens of slave
girls standing about.  It was hard to tell the difference between one slave girl
and another, but she thought she recognized one or two of them.  She wondered if
they had been enslaved by the Amazons.  She quickly discarded that thought.
They were within the walls of the city.  They were protected by the laws.
These thoughts ended abruptly when an Amazon slapped a three-inch wide piece of
tape across her mouth.  She tried to jerk her arms up to get it off, but other
hands held her arms behind her back.  She felt the rope encircle her wrists but
paid no attention to it.  Her thoughts were on the white, and satin slave hood
being pulled down over her head.  It was double thickness with a pink, satin
drawstring.  Once the ribbon was pulled and tied in a bow, no light at all could
get through to her eyes.
Unseen hands pushed her to her knees.  She felt them tying her elbows together,
and only realized then that her hands were bound behind her.  She twisted and
pulled, but the knots held.  She was a helpless prisoner.  The ropes about her
upper arms, just above the elbows were pulled, drawing her elbows together.
When the touch of her captoresses' hands disappeared, the position of her arms
remained unchanged.  She was incapable of moving her arms much at all.
Still, they continued to apply ropes to her body.  She felt one encircle both
her upper arms and her chest.  There were several passages about her body,
securing her bound arms against her back.  She twisted her body back and forth
in a vain attempt to get free.  Nothing she did helped gain her any freedom.
Next, the hands pushed her downwards so she sat on her calves.  Only then did
she realized that her legs were bound too, one set of ropes about her ankles
another about her lower thighs.  She felt them do something to the ropes about
her chest and the ones about her ankles.
When the hands withdrew, she struggled to get free, but she had been bound by
Amazons.  There was no escape.  Still, she had to struggle.  She twisted,
pulled, and squirmed, all to no avail.  Her futile struggles caused her
captoresses to erupt into laughter.  She pleaded with them to release her, bu
the tape gag insured she made no sounds anyone would want to listen to.
A foot pressing against her back sent her falling forward on her front.  For a
second she stopped struggling.  When she started anew, she discovered that her
feet were pulled back behind her.  She jerked several times without being able
to get free.  She knew she was hogtied with no chance of escape.
"So what is this business proposition you have for us?"
"As you no doubt know, my College of Cosmetology has the most beautiful women
as students."
"That is why there are so many of us in this town.  Many of your students never
arrive here."
"That is your problem.  I'm sure you enslave a few here in town, but not as
many as you would wish.  For a percentage of the profits, I let you pick
whichever you want. The problem is that you cannot have too many students
disappear without drawing attention to your operation. I can fix that."
That aroused the Amazons interest.  While there were many ways of getting a
captive out of the city, they had to limit themselves to a choice few to keep
from drawing attention to their operation.
"How?"
"It is simple.  When you enslave a woman, she simply disappears.  There is no
record, and though people may look, they never find anything.  If too many
disappear though, there may be too much interest.  My college has the most
beautiful women attending it.  They come from all over, and after they graduate,
they take jobs all over.  You simply tell me whom you want.  When you take her
captive, I have the paper work in place that shows that she took a job in some
other town.  This will drive searchers looking in all directions.  They will
simply think most are too frivolous to write.  It is a perfect setup."
While this discussion was going on, the beautiful blonde was trying her best to
escape.  She thrashed back and forth on the floor, hoping to find somewhere to
get loose and to get out of there.  Had she been a collared slave girl, they
would have punished her severely for trying to escape.  Since she was only on
her way to slavery, they would tolerate her actions.  Escape was impossible, all
her captoresses knew that.  The blonde would be a most submissive slave girl
once she accepted that thought.
"The coach is here."
"You have to promise not to reveal any of our secrets," Marlena warned Debbie.
This was a backup plan for expedient movement.  She did not trust Debbie to tell
her all their secrets.  Whatever the tall brunette might write down or tell
anyone else would be worthless.
The coach made a stop at a nearby tavern in case there were any passengers
wanting to board.  Sometimes there were, but it did not matter.  The coach
blocked the view of anyone not inside the Amazon's headquarters.  That was the
plan.
Without a word being said, one Amazon cut the rope that held the beautiful
blonde in a hogtie.  As soon as Andrea's feet came down to the floor, two pairs
of hands grabbed her by the bound arms to pull her to her feet.  A fourth Amazon
bent down a little before slinging the helpless captive over her shoulder.
Quickly she carried her outside.
Andrea wanted to resist, but there was nothing she could do about it.  She was
still helplessly bound.  If she could not escape on her own, she knew they would
never let her get free while they were about her.
Two Amazons hurried out ahead of the rest of the party.  With special keys they
turned recessed bolts in the sides of a projection on the back of the coach.
The back lowered to form something resembling a table.  The Amazon carrying the
helpless bundle tossed her in.  The blonde's bound feet tried to kick but it did
no good.  Grabbing her feet, she tossed them inside.  Quickly she raised the
front of the box.  The two worked their keys, securing the board in place.  The
coach looked no different than it had before, only this time there was a
sensuous bundle of femininity locked inside.
"So that is how you get women out of town," said Debbie, surprised at the
simplicity of this.  She had no need of the Amazons.  Something as simple as
this, she should have thought of it herself.
"This is just one of the ways we have.  It is simple and does not require
planning.  We have other ways.  We can use bulk methods if we have a dozen or
two."
"A dozen or two?"
"Remember that 'Miss Glamor Queen Contest' last year?  The contestants all left
town suddenly."
"You caused that?  We wondered what happened to them.  We had several students
who were contestants.  Where are they?"
"Various places.  Here and there.  We shipped some back to Saphos.  The others,
while beautiful and sexy, did not meet our standards.  Most of them are still
here in town, though I have no idea where they are.  We do not keep records
about them once we sell them."
She did not have to add that no one would recognize a slave girl as a former
free woman.  The best anonymity of slave girls was to put them in public in
extremely abbreviated, extremely sexy attire.  All they noticed were the supple
boobs and long legs.  No one noticed a slave girl.
"Shall we go?  I am certain lovely Andrea will feel lonely without our
attention."
Lovely Andrea's ride in the back of the coach did not last long as their
destination for her was the Amazon camp outside the city's walls.  While it
ostensibly served as a transfer point for slavers, it also was the enslaving
point.  Women brought outside the walls, such as Andrea, or lured out, or in
some other means falling into the hands of the Amazons, would arrive there.
Properly collared, they could be brought into the town as slave girls.
The coach stopped at the bottom of the grade where the slavers had their camp.
The Amazons were not the only slavers present outside the walls of the city.
They also were not the largest dealers.
The coach stopped for just a few minutes to see if there were any passengers
wanting to get on there.  Hidden from the town's guard posts by the tents, it
was easy for the Amazons to open the hidden compartment.  Most times it was
empty, but a few times a week it held a squirming, helpless bundle.
Andrea knelt in the center of the road, the satin hood insuring that she had no
idea where she was or what was going on.  Once the coach was gone so no
passengers could see what they did, two Amazons drew the captive blonde to her
feet.  One squatted a little to get her over her left shoulder.  Carefully she
made her way into one of the tents.
Since she had no idea who had sent this woman to them, she took her to a
special holding area.  In a smaller tent to the side there were special "bondage
boxes."  The attendant opened one at the Amazon's approach.  The two lowered
Andrea's body to the ground, then turned it so she faced the box.  She yielded
without much of a struggle as they pushed her to her knees.  She knelt on the
floor of the box with her throat against the semicircular groove cut in the top.
The attendant closed the back up, so another groove came against the back of the
blonde's neck, trapping her head in a circle of wood.  The latches were closed
and the padlocks applied.  (True there was no way for the captive to get out
even without the padlocks, but by adding them, they added to the captive's
abject sense of helplessness.)
"Let's see what this one looks like," one said as she stepped around in front
of the captive.  Loosening the drawstring, she pulled the satin hood off.  "Oh,
this one is nice!"
"I agree.  We are going to have fun playing with her."
Giggling, the two left, leaving Andrea alone.  The blonde tried once again to
get free, but now there were additional levels of bondage holding her captive.
Escape was impossible.  Not only did the ropes keep her prisoner, but now she
was locked into a wooden box.  Even had she not been bound, she could not have
escaped.
She tried to look to one side then the other, but discovered that was
impossible.  Raised pieces on the sides of the holes pressed against her jaw
bone.  She could not turn her head without having a sharp edge dig into her
flesh.  She had to be content to stare at the side of the tent before her.
After an indeterminable period, two women appeared before her.  She recognized
one from the Amazon headquarters.  She thought she was the one in charge.
"Prepare her for some entertainment."
The beautiful blonde had no way of knowing what she meant by "entertainment."
Little did she realize that the "entertainment" would be her submission.
She had other things to think about at the time.  The second Amazon, the one
she did not recognize, slipped a leather blindfold from her belt.  Since it was
loosely buckled, all she had to do was slip it over the blonde's head and pull
on the working end to tighten it.  This blindfold consisted of a pair of leather
pads with the insides lined with foam rubber.  When the Amazon tightened the
strap, it pressed the leather pads against Andrea's beautiful face, forcing the
foam rubber to compress to the contours of her face.  She could see nothing, and
bound as she was, she could not remove the blindfold either.
She heard the sounds of the padlock being opened, followed by a cool breeze as
the box was opened.  The pressure of the wood about her neck eased so she could
move.  She did not though.  She intended to remain right where she was as long
as possible.  That totaled five seconds.  Hands dragged her out and to her feet.
Once again she found herself slung over someone's shoulder and carried to some
unknown destination.
Unceremoniously, she landed on her bottom on the ground.  She fell backwards,
but immediately sat upright.  That position lasted only a few seconds as a rope
about her ankles provided a method of drawing her feet in the air.  Higher and
higher her feet went.  Once all her legs were drawn off the floor, her bottom
was pulled up.  Her weight rested on her shoulders, but not for long.  Less than
a minute after being dumped on the floor, she hung upside down by the feet.
That was when the Amazon went to work with a disrobing knife.  The hooked knife
was razor sharp so she could slip it under the material and cut it without
scratching the soft flesh.  To get some of the material out from beneath the
ropes required some tugging and cutting, but the Amazon was used to this job.
It took her less than five minutes to have the blonde completely naked.
Being blindfolded, Andrea could not see who was in the room.  On the far side,
a pair of pony girls waited.  Each wore a leather corset that had special
sleeves so the wearer's arms could be secured to her side.  Though each leather
garment came almost to the throat, a pair of large holes allowed the large bosom
to stick through.  The pony girls wore blinders so they had no idea what was
happening.  There only function was to do what their mistress demanded.
Disobeying meant punishment.  They always obeyed.
The two were hitched to a special cart with a vertical pillory on it.  The
Amazon first brought the team of pony girls over near Andrea.  She easily lifted
the captive blonde in the air and set her down on the cart.  Pushing her head
forward and down, she got her throat against the bottom curve of the pillory.
With her left hand on the back of the blonde's head to hold it down, she put the
upper piece in position.
"Giddy up," the Amazon said as she flicked the end of a long-handled whip
against the bare bottom of the nearer pony girl.  The naked captive jumped
forward.  Her teammate started forward at the same time, but that did not stop
her from receiving a stinging blow to a supple bottom cheek.  The Amazon used
the reins to guide them from the tent, across a small open space, and into
another tent.
Pulling back on the reins, she brought the team to a halt.  Quickly she freed
Andrea's head, but immediately pulled her to her feet.  When she had the captive
positioned under a rope, she put her down.  She tied the end of this dangling
rope to the blonde's wrists (so there was no way she could reach the knots.)
Quickly she cut the ropes holding her arms to her body.  She could now swing her
bound arms about, but with her legs tied, she could not go any where.  With her
job done, she returned to work.
Marlena and Debbie were outside examining a group of slave girls who knelt
submissively at their feet.  Though completely bound, they were not gagged.
Each knelt with her tongue sticking out so the two women could inspect them.
Each young woman had her elbows bound behind her back by a leather strap that
ran from one upper arm to the other so they could not pull their hands forward.
A set of manacles between their wrists kept them from pulling their hands back.
Each hand cupped a large boob, pushing them together and up, an offering to
their mistresses.
"You say these are not experienced slave girls?"  Debbie said as she studied
the protruding tongue of a cherry blonde.
"This time yesterday they were free women.  Now all they care about is pleasing
us."
The two made their choices and watched as all four were silenced with ballgags.
Black leather blindfolds were added.  An attendant took the two chosen into the
tent where Andrea waited.
The remaining two were dragged to their feet and repositioned so they knelt
facing each other.  The two knew what torment awaited them, so they did not have
to be told to spread their knees as far apart as they could.  An Amazon removed
the straps and then opened one end of the manacles.  As soon as her hand was
free, each captive put her manacled hand behind her back, and let her other hand
be guided down between her sister's slave's legs.  The manacle that was attached
to the wrist behind the back ran down to the hand between her legs.  The naked
captives were busy fingering each other even before the gags were removed.  When
the Amazon pushed the two heads together, the two began a lengthy, sensuous kiss
with constant tongue action.
"In a couple of days they will be happy to please any woman," Marlena said with
a chuckle.  Some would spend months practicing on other women, then be abruptly
sold to men.  It was a delightful way to punish an enemy.
The two entered the tent.  A slave girl in an abbreviated, black satin French
Maid's outfit waited behind a bar.  A couple of Amazons stood at the far
entrance testing leather paddles.  The two slave girls they had chosen knelt in
front of their seats.  The center of attention was Andrea, standing helplessly
in the room.
"Have a seat while I get the festivities going."
Debbie sat down.  In less than a minute she was moaning in pleasure as the
cherry blonde buried her face in her crotch.
Marlena was not idle.  Selecting a leather slave collar from the extensive
collection in a box against the tent wall, she turned to Andrea.  A nod of the
head told one of the Amazons to remove the blindfold.
"Whether you like it or not, Andrea, you are about to become a slave girl.  I
will be most generous about it though.  We can easily force you to beg for it,
but I am willing to let you avoid unnecessary punishment.  All you have to do is
agree to be a slave girl."
The beautiful blonde angrily shook her head.
"I was hoping you would say that."  Another nod.  The Amazon picked up a
leather paddle and moved into position behind the blonde.  "Wait a minute."
Turning to Debbie she asked, "Would you like to be the one to start the ritual."
"Yes!"  The tall brunette bounded to her feet, adjusting her clothing as she
crossed the tent to where the blonde waited.  Behind her an Amazon popped a ball
gag into the mouth of the waiting slave girl.  The slavers knew that if you gave
a captive no freedom at all, she would quickly decide that escape was
impossible.
The young blonde was unable to resist at all.  Bound and tethered as she was,
it was impossible for her to move about.  With her legs bound together, she
might have been able to spin about (had she thought of it),. But it would have
done no good at all.  She was destined to be spanked by this woman who had
arranged for her to be turned into a slave girl.
"Here, this will make it easier for you."
One of the Amazon's grabbed a ring dangling down from overhead.  So occupied
was she with her bondage, helplessness, and total nudity, that Andrea had not
noticed it.  The rope to which the ring was attached ran through a mechanism
overhead.  This mechanism included a set of pulleys.  As the woman pulled down
on the ring, the rope drew Andrea's hands in to the air.  She bent her knees a
little, sticking her bottom out.
She was in the perfect position for a spanking.
Debbie stood next to the captive blonde so her left side was pressed against
Andrea's.  Her left arm went around her waist to hold the target steady.  That
left her right hand free to spank her.
"Could I have a paddle, or something?"
"Do it without.  It is much more fun with bare hand to bare bottom."
Debbie glanced down at the white fanny to her left and below her.  Grinning she
looked up and nodded.
Slap.
Andrea's body jerked a little.  The pain was not too bad, but she knew it would
get worse.  Slap.  Slap.
She tried to move her feet about, but bound as she was, Debbie had no trouble
choosing the target area.
Slap.  Slap.  Slap.  Slap.
The spanking had turned form uncomfortable to slight pain.  She was unable to
see what was happening, but her pristine white bottom cheeks were turning a warm
rosy color under the constant blows.
Slap.  Slap.  Slap.  Slap. Slap.  Slap.
Andrea twisted and tugged at her bondage, but nothing she did allowed her to
stop her punishment.
Finally Debbie tired.  (After all, she was not an Amazon.  She lacked the
stamina, the heart, the practice.)  She backed away, still staring at the
helpless blonde.
"I would have to say that warmed her up a bit."
Marlena approached the captive with a leather slave collar in her right hand.
She held it up for Andrea to see.
"This is your slave collar.  We can avoid any further unpleasantness if you
agree to get down on your knees, crawl over to me, and place you neck in this
collar as a symbol of you submission."
The blonde did not want to be a slave girl.  Others were supposed to please
her. She was not meant to go around serving the pleasure of others.  Violently,
she shook her head.  Monica grabbed her chin tightly so she had to stare into
her eyes.
"I was hoping that would be your answer."
She returned to her seat.  She leaned forward to removed the gag from the
kneeling slave girl at her feet.  This naked captive immediately plunger her
face into the Amazon's crotch.  Marlena's hands clutched at her head.  So ardent
was this new slave girl's efforts to avoid further punishment, that the Amazon
had trouble concentrating on the task at hand.  She nodded in the direction of
one of the Amazons.  "Let the games begin."

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Chapter Two

"The rules of your submission are quite simple," the Amazon told the captive
blonde as she grabbed her by the face with her left hand, cupping Andrea's chin
with four fingers on one side and her thumb on the other.  She held on tightly
so the beautiful captive could not move her head at all.  She was not being
unnecessarily cruel.  She knew that it was important to convince a slave girl of
her helplessness from the very beginning.  Once she was docile, she would try so
much harder to please.
The Amazon held the black leather paddle up against Andrea's chest with her
right hand.  The punishment device was too low and the Amazon's hand was
blocking her view, so the blonde could not see it well, but she felt it as the
woman rubbed the edge of the lather device up and down across her bare nipples.
"We will spank you until you want to be a slave girl.  Oh, you will want to be a
slave girl in just a few minutes but it is not that easy to earn a collar.
Before you can do that, you have to willingly stick your butt out for one
hundred swats.  If you do not bend over on your own so your bottom sticks out,
the swat does not count.  Simple is it not?"  The woman raised the paddle to let
it caress the blonde's left cheek.  Andrea tried to turn her face away, but
could not.  There was nothing she could do, bound as securely as she was.  The
Amazon knew her business.
"Do you understand these rules?"  The captive blonde shook her head as much as
the Amazon would allow.  It was not that she did not understand the Amazon's
threats.  (Even an air head such as Andrea  understood the rules of her
submission.)  She shook her head in protest of what they were about to do to
her.  Still, she was in no position to stop them.
"Position," the Amazon announced.  "When you want to submit, bend down when you
hear that word.  Let those titties of your dangle down while you ass sticks
out."  She waited a full second (to give the blonde time to comply, though she
would have been surprised if she had).  A ring dangled down from overhead.  It
was suspended from one end of a rope.  The rope ran through a complicated set of
pulleys before dropping down a meter away, ending up at the blonde's bound
wrists.  By pulling down on that ring, she forced the rope to roll through the
pulleys.  As the rope grew longer where she stood, it became shorter where it
ran down to Andrea's hands.  Slowly the rope drew her bound hands into the air,
forcing her to bend over.  In seconds, she stood with her head bowed, the end of
her long blonde tresses on a pool on the floor.  Her knees were bent as best she
could.  Her bare bottom stuck out, ready for a spanking.
If the Amazon let go of the ring, it would remain locked into place.  There were
two ways to unlock it.  If she jerked down a second time on the ring, the rope
would become free so it could pass through the system of pulleys, allowing the
blonde to stand upright.  A second method was to release the lock on the pulleys
by stepping on a pedal on the floor.  Though she used the foot pedal, she did
not let go of the ring.  She knew it would take a dozen or more swats on the
fanny to get the captive blonde to acknowledge her submission.  No woman ever
passed through this punishment without begging to be a slave girl.  The sooner
Andrea submitted, the sooner the fun would begin.
"Position."  Whop! "Position!"  Whop!  "Position."  Whop!
The first blow landed squarely across both bottomcheeks.  As the Amazon drew
the paddle back for the next blow, she saw the white flesh began to turn pink
where the leather had landed.  After two or three blows, all the flesh in the
target area showed tinges of pink.  The blonde would have found it most
uncomfortable to sit down, but fortunately, slave girls spent their time
kneeling instead of sitting.
Nothing the blonde did, kept the Amazon from beating her with the leather
paddle.  She tried to keep from sticking her bottom out so far, but the strain
on her shoulder became too great.  She had to bend over, and though it might
have been her imagination, it seemed to her that her bottom was sticking out far
in this position.
"Position."  Whop!  "Position!"  Whop!  "Position."  Whop!
The Amazon knew her job.  She made certain that each blow landed on a new spot.
They wanted to spread the sore area around.  Later it would be impossible to
find a spot that was not a rosy shade of red.
"Position."  Whop!  "Position!"  Whop!  "Position."  Whop!
Without warning the Amazon quit, handing the paddle to another woman who took
her place.  They were professional slavers who knew what they were doing.  The
first Amazon would rest up while the other two replaced her.  The severity of
the blonde's punishment would never slacken because her tormentor had grown
tired.
"Position."  Whop!  "Position!"  Whop!  "Position."  Whop!
Debbie quickly lost interest in the proceedings before her.  The slave girl on
her knees with her face between her legs had a bright red fanny from her
spanking.  She did not want another spanking on top that.  The slave's tongue
stuck out as far as she could, and moved as quickly as she could.  She was
rapidly learning to be a good little slave girl.
"Position."  Whop!  "Position!"  Whop!  "Position."  Whop!
The third Amazon replaced the second.  The delay between swats was only a
couple of seconds.  Andrea's head hung down limply with her long blonde tresses
streaming down each side of face.  She saw nothing but the ground before her.
She was not aware that the woman smacking her behind was not the one who had
started.
"Position."  Whop!  "Position!"  Whop!  "Position."  Whop!
What else could the buxom blonde do but submit?
"Position."  Whop!  "Position!"  Whop!  "Position."  Whop!
The Amazons would continue spanking Andrea with that terrible leather paddle
until she did what they wanted.  Nothing she did would stop them from punishing
her further.
"Position."  Whop!  "Position!"  Whop!  "Position."  Whop!
The first Amazon resumed her place in line, noting with satisfaction that the
blonde's bottom was bright red.  She knew from experience that her resistance
would not last much longer.  All Amazons had a low opinion of blondes, assuming
that all were fit for nothing but a slave collar.  No future slave girl, blonde
or brunette, ever lasted long under this type of punishment.
"Position."  Whop!  "Position!"  Whop!  "Position."  Whop!
Andrea wanted them to stop.  She was willing to do anything to get them to
stop.  She tried begging through the gag, but that failed.  "Mmmmmmmmm."  Not
only could no one understand her, no one heard her.
"Position."  Whop!  "Position!"  Whop!  "Position."  Whop!
Her bottom throbbed with each blow.  She knew she had no choice.  She would
rather be a slave girl than to have them beat her fanny.
"Position."  The beautiful blonde bent over without the Amazon having to pull
down on the ring.  Her butt stuck out.  Whop!  "One."
Debbie completely missed the first blow that counted as she was in the throes
of another orgasm (her eighth).  By the time she was aware of what was going on
before her, Andrea had already helped several times with her punishment.
"Position." Whop!  "Seven.  Position."  Whop.  "Eight.  Position."
The Amazons continued to rotate, so the spanker was always fresh.  If anything,
the force of the blows increased once the buxom blonde yielded to their demands.
The entire process of turning a woman into a slave girl was based on making it
so she would be willing to do whatever they demanded.  She would know she had
helped them beat her into submission.  That knowledge would help turn her into a
submissive slave girl.
"Marlena, we have visitors."
The Amazon leader was several orgasms ahead of her partner, but she seemed
unaffected.  An Amazon had such experience being "serviced" by slave girls that
there were few that were really memorable.
"Position."  Whop!  "Thirty-eight.  Position."
The three women who came through the opening were all Amazons, which was
clearly evident by the black leather outfits they wore, and the various bondage
accessories attached to their belts.  (An Amazon always had to be ready for
"targets of opportunity."  Who knows when they might come across a shop clerk or
school teacher who would be much more beautiful wearing a slave collar (and
little else))?
"Nadia.  What are you and Lori and Becky doing here?"
Nadia brushed her waist-length black hair over her right shoulder as she
glanced in Debbie's direction.  The implication was clear.  She doubted this
non-Amazon should hear what she had to say.
"Business."
"You can talk in front of Debbie.  We are business partners.  I think you are
going to find this proposal quite to your liking."
While Debbie took the words at face value, the Amazons knew that Marlena meant
to turn her into a slave girl.  Whatever she said would not go further.  As a
slave girl Debbie's mouth would be silenced with a gag.
"Nancy Leigh is heading this way.  We are beefing up our defenses to try to
stop her."
"Damn!"  The four Amazons erupted into laughter.
"What?"
"There is a group out there called 'Dominant Anti-Amazon Mistresses.'  We call
them 'Daam.'"
"Oh."  Debbie still had no clue what was going on.  She relied on her looks and
forceful personality to succeed.  With her beautiful face and voluptuous body,
she was exactly what the Amazons looked for, and it certainly was not as a
business partner.
"Do you remember about a year ago in Nexttown, there was a riot against the
Amazons?"  Debbie nodded.  She did remember that.  "Nancy was the one behind it.
Daam has the theory that Amazons make the best slave girls.  They convinced the
townspeople that they were right.  Everyone turned on the Amazons."
"I think we lost about half the Amazons in the town," Becky chimed in.  "I was
there.  I escaped through a secret passage under the town's walls."
"So you think she is coming here."
The three nodded.  "Lori and I are going to find jobs as whip mistresses.
Becky is going to open a Bondage Shop without letting on that she is an Amazon.
If Daam is up to anything, we will hear about it.  When they make plans to help
her arrive, we will be ready."
"Oh, you were not fast enough on that one.  Position."  Their attention was
drawn back to the captive blonde who had failed to stick her bottom out fast
enough to suit the Amazon.  That blow was as hard as the others, but did not
count.
Whop!  "Thirty-eight.  Position."
Andrea received the remaining sixty-two swats on her fanny with no mishaps.
Every time she heard the command "position" she bent her knees slightly so her
bottom protruded, making it a ripe and tempting target.  The Amazons were quick
to avail themselves of it with the paddle.  They believed a blonde served two
functions.  One was to have her face between your legs.  The other was to stick
her ass out so they could spank it.
The blonde's head hung down at the conclusion.  The Amazon who had administered
the last four swats grabbed her long tresses to pull her head back so the
captive could see her.  "Do you want to be a slave girl?  Or do we start over?"
The blonde nodded weakly.  Anything was better than having her fanny beaten like
this.
The Amazon let go of her hair, letting Andrea's head drop back down.  Moving
around behind the captive, she cut the ropes binding her thighs and ankles
together.  Her hands and arms remained bound behind her back.  As a slave girl
she might be able to move about a little, but she would not be allowed any
degree of freedom.
The Amazon then untied the knot at the end of the rope.  This rope had served
not only to keep the captive in that one place and to provide a means of forcing
her to bend over, it also kept her upright.  Once support from the rope was
gone, Andrea fell to her knees.
"Crawl over here, Blondie.  I have a present for you."
Andrea looked up.  Marlena held a black leather slave collar in her hands.  She
did not want to be a slave girl, but neither did she want another spanking like
the one she had just endured.  She knew she had no choice.  Slowly she moved
across the floor on her knees.  Each knee moved forward only a couple of
centimeters, but with each centimeter she drew closer to her own doom.
"Put your throat right here."  Marlena's right hand held one end of the collar.
Her left hand supported the other end with her index finger pointed to the
center.
She lowered her head, placing her throat against the leather band.  The Amazon
brought her knees together to pin her head into position.  There was no backing
out now.  The beautiful blonde was going to be a slave girl.  Marlena held the
leather strap in place with one hand, while her other hand pulled Andrea's long,
blonde tresses out of the way.  Once the nape of her neck was clear, the Amazon
buckled the ends of the strap together, using a small padlock to insure that it
did not come off unless se wanted it to.
When she was done, Marlena released the grip she had on the blonde's head with
her knees.  Andrea had no chance for freedom though as the mistress grabbed her
by her long tresses to pull her head up and closer to her face.
"Now things get interesting.  You will make a most beautiful slave girl."
Turning her head toward one of the Amazons she added, "Get her dressed and bound
in a suitable fashion."
The kneeling blonde turned her head to see who came up behind her, but her
movements were too slow.  The Amazon slipped a black leather blindfold over her
head.  The twin pads covered her eyes so no light at all got through.  Once the
woman pulled the strap at the back of her head, the blindfold was tightly
fastened to her head.  She could see nothing.
She felt them fumbling with her collar as they attached the end of a leash.  No
orders were given to her as none were necessary.  She was only a slave girl.
She had only to obey.  They dragged her to her feet.  Hands turned her about
while another pulled on the leash.
Andrea looked very much like the obedient slave girl she was becoming as she
followed the Amazon at the end of the leash.  Resistance was impossible, and
even if she managed to break free, what could she do?  She was stark naked,
bound, gagged, and blindfolded.  Anyone she chanced upon would not hesitate to
turn her into a slave girl.  There was nothing she could do but obey.
"Stop.  Spread your legs wide apart.  Further.  Further!  Now bend over keeping
your knees straight."
The buxom blonde was afraid that she was in for another spanking in that
position, but this Amazon had a new torment in mind for her.  With the blindfold
covering her eyes, the blonde captive could not see the mistress select a rather
large rubber dildo from a box.  She walked around behind the naked captive.
With her left hand she grabbed a fistful of hair to keep the captive under
control.  With her right she moved the dildo between the blonde's legs and into
her from behind.
"Mmmmmmmmmfffttt!!!"
Andrea wanted to straighten up to keep the woman from finishing the job of
inserting the shaft in her, but she could not.  As her head came up, the woman
twisted her hair, pulling down as she did.  Andrea managed to get her head up a
few inches, but she remained bent over as her mistress had demanded.
"Now I want you to remain bent over like that until I tell you otherwise."
The Amazon removed the blindfold.  Though the beautiful blonde had worn it for
only a few minutes, it took a whole minute for her eyes to adjust to the light.
Andrea looked about her.  It was very evident that she was in some sort of
slave quarters.  This part of the tent had a wooden wall running along the long
side.  Tethered to ring mounted in it were half a dozen slave girls in various
degrees of undress and bondage.  All were turned to look at her.  Andrea guessed
she looked very ridiculous in that position.  They could not see the dildo
protruding from her (though they had no doubt seen the Amazon insert it).  From
where they stood they could see her large boobs dangling down.
There were several objects in the room that the captive beauty was afraid to
look at.  Most were wooden with leather straps.  She knew they were instruments
of torture for some poor unfortunate slave girl.  She was afraid that if she
looked at them, someone might want to try one of them out on her.  Her bottom
still burned by her spanking.  She would do anything to keep from being spanked
again.
The Amazon returned with several hangers containing the skimpiest (and most
sensuous) clothing the blonde had ever seen.  She hung them neatly from a
garment rack not far away where the blonde stood bend over.  Approaching her
blonde captive, she reattached the en of the chain leash to the ring on the
front of her collar.
"Okay, Blondie, over here."
The captive beauty straightened up.  It was evident that she was to follow,
even if it meant the dildo might fall out.  She walked the few meters across the
floor with her legs spread apart.    The movement of those most sensitive parts
of her body on the dildo made her aroused.  She struggled again with the ropes
binding her arms behind her back, not this time in any thoughts of escaping, but
in frustration at being able to get that dildo deep inside her.
A pair of wood posts were solidly mounted in the ground.  The Amazon led her
near one of them so she could grab the end of a chain hanging down from a ring.
At the end of the chain there was a clasp which she brought up to the blonde's
slave collar.  She attached it to a ring on the side of the collar.  Now that
the captive was tethered again, she removed the leash from the ring in front.
From there she walked to the other post to get the chain hanging down.  It
attached to the ring on the left side of the collar.
This left Andrea tethered between the two posts without the ability to move
more than a few centimeters in any direction.  The Amazon was far from finished
with her.  Grabbing the blonde's right leg just below the knee, she pulled it
out a half meter.  Quickly she looped a leather cuff about the captive's ankles.
This cuff had a metal ring that was attached to a short chain that ran to a
similar chain on the post.
Though her legs were being spread far apart, Andrea had other things to think
about.  She was worried what the reaction would be if the dildo fell out of her.
She tightened every muscle to try to hold it in.  (It dawned on her why slave
girls always had flat stomachs.  She guessed them spent a lot of time using
muscles she never thought about having.)
The Amazon grabbed her left leg, pulling it outwards just as she had the right.
She had the cuff almost on when the dildo fell out with a dull thud.
"Oh!  I think someone is looking for another hundred swats on the fanny."
The Amazon finished securing the cuff in position, then set about shortening
the chain.  As her legs went apart, the blonde's head went lower.  The Amazon
continued shortening the chains and drawing the blonde's legs further apart,
until the chains to the slave collar were taut.
"Are you ready for you punishment?"  The captive could not see that the woman
had picked up the dildo as she stood up.  She held it behind her back so Andrea
could not see it.
The blonde answered with a series of mumbled pleadings.  She did not want
another spanking.  While her bottom was sore, she was certain that with her legs
spread this far apart, there more inviting targets for the woman to strike.
"Perhaps we can work a deal."  The blonde nodded vigorously.  She was willing
to do anything to keep from being spanked again.  The Amazon ripped the tape
from her mouth. "Kiss me.  Hard.  With your mouth open, and use lots of tongue."
With the tape removed from her face the captive beauty could have screamed out
for help.  (Of course no one would have helped her.  And she would have been
punished, but all that did not occur to her.)  To keep the blonde silenced, the
Amazon planted her mouth on Andrea's.  The young captive had no choice but to
respond as she had been ordered.  Her lips parted.  Before she could move her
tongue outwards, she felt the woman's between her lips.
The blonde pressed her face forward against the woman's mouth.  If she had to
kiss another woman, fi she had to kiss another woman passionately to keep from
being spanked again, she would do it.
"Mmmmmmm."  Andrea moaned a cry that was far difficult from those she had while
being spanked and gagged.  The Amazon had her right hand up between her legs.
She let her fingers play across the blonde's pussy, then plunged her index
finger inside.
Andrea's body stiffened.  She tried to pull her head back, but the Amazon kept
her from doing that.  As her head moved back the Amazon's moved forward, her
tongue continually extended, always probing into Andrea's mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmm."  The second moan was a little more passionate than the first.
Andrea was becoming aroused by this skillful manipulation of her body.  She
wanted to find some sort of release for her passion, but the ropes that held her
captive kept her from doing anything except through her lips.  She felt the
Amazon's tongue within her mouth.  Hers moved past the mistress's lips, finding
new joy with a woman that she never could have imagined the day before.
Suddenly the Amazon pulled back slightly.  The hand that had been between the
blonde's legs grabbed her face, finger tips pushing the cheeks in between her
teeth so she had to keep her mouth open to keep from biting herself.  The other
hand thrust the dildo past the open lips.  "Suck it clean, or I will give you
another spanking."
Andrea looked down at the end of the dildo protruding from her mouth.  A minute
before it had been stuck in her, now it resided in her mouth.  The juice on it,
she knew, was her own.  She did not want another spanking.  She rubbed her
tongue all over it to make it clean.  Sucking on the end of the shaft, she drew
it a little further into her mouth.  She knew she was well on her way to
becoming a most obedient slave girl.
The Amazon wasted no time in getting the blonde dressed as a slave girl.  The
first garment was a garter belt.  This was pink satin with white satin ruffles.
She looped it about the slender waist, adjusted it, and reset it so it rested on
her hips.  The mistress then turned her attention to the sheer black stockings,
releasing one leg at a time so she could pull the sheer garment up each leg.  As
she pulled her hands slid up the blonde's legs, pulling all wrinkles out so each
stocking was on perfectly.  The Amazon then adjusted the length of the straps
before attaching the tabs to the tops of the stockings.  She repeated the
process a second and then a third time to insure that they were on perfectly.
When she finished with each leg, she reattached the leather cuff so Andrea was
forced to stand with her legs spread.
The panties were black satin bikini briefs.  (Okay, so the black did not match
the rest of attire. It would match certain bondage accessories the woman
intended to add.  More important, it insured that anyone who saw shiny, black,
knew they saw her panties.  Andrea knew that too.  She would assume that anyone
looking at her was admiring her panties.  Of course, there were other reasons
for putting panties on a slave girl, but the blonde was too concerned about
sucking the dildo clean to think of them.)
The skirt was very abbreviated.  It was pink satin and flared to insure that
the wear was showing her panties (or bare bottom) whenever she moved.  In front,
the hem came to the top of the stockings.  It provided some modesty, but was
still extremely short.  In back in was an inch short of the bottom of her
buttocks.  Thus anyone could see her panties where they completed the curved of
her bottom and disappeared between her legs.
The halter top was made of the same pink satin as the skirt.  It was made in
such a way that it pushed the wearer's titties together and up.  Andrea's
already large boobs were made to look even bigger.  The Amazon grabbed the
blonde's tits through the material, massaging the nipples with both hands until
both were hard and pointed.
The shoes were pink, patent leather sandals with six-inch heels.  One strap
went about the ankle, another across the top of her foot.  The special buckles
had locks built in.  Once they were on her feet, Andrea would not be able to
take them off.
Next came a black leather belt that was three inches wide.  (It, and her slave
collar, matched her panties.)  The Amazon tightened it about Andrea's slender
waist.  In front there were three small buckles.  Each had a built-in lock.
Once the belt was fastened about her waist, it was not coming off without
assistance (and who in their right mind would help a slave girl escape).
Secured to the belt in back was a large D-ring.  The Amazon quickly moved behind
her captive.  With a short rope she tied the blonde's right arm to the ring.
With another she tied her left.  Only then did she cut the ropes binding her
wrists and elbows together.  With these two new ropes, the captive was still as
helplessly bound as before.
The Amazon crossed the tent to a large wardrobe containing various items
suitable only for a slave girl to wear.  Selecting a pair of shoulder-length,
pink satin gloves that matched the rest of her attire.  The woman tossed them
over her shoulder.  With a wicked smile on her face, she returned to the blonde
captive.
"Are you doing a good job?"  The blonde nodded.  The Amazon grabbed the end of
the dildo where it protruded from the blonde's mouth.  She twisted back and
forth as she slid it in and out.  "I expect this thing to be completely clean.
I am certain you have a lot of experience with the real thing, so this should be
easy for you."
Walking around behind the helpless captive, she cut the rope securing her right
arms to the ring on the belt.  The blonde had no freedom at all as the Amazon
twisted her arm so she could put the satin glove on her right arm.  She took the
same care in putting it on as she did with the stockings.  When she finished,
the Amazon twisted the blonde's arm back into the original position.  Quickly
she retied the rope.  She then repeated the process for her left arm this time
tying a knot so her wrists crossed..  With both arms encased in pink satin, she
applied another rope to the blonde's wrists.  When she was done, Andrea's
crossed wrists were bound together at her waist.  What she did not realize was
the rope, D-ring and leather belt conspired to keep her hands at waist-level.
She could not use her hands to protect her bottom.
The Amazon moved around in front of the captive.  Without a word she jerked the
dildo from the blonde's mouth.  Again she held her face so her mouth was open.
"Pucker up!"  She then applied light, frosted pink lipstick to the blonde's
luscious lips.  The shade of pink did not exactly match the pink of her attire,
but it was not meant to.  The important thing was that it contrasted with the
natural color of her lips.
"Now open real wide!"  As she said that the Amazon puled a ball gag from her
belt.  The blonde whimpered as the mistress shoved the rubber ball between her
teeth.  Putting one hand on top Andrea's head, she pushed it down.  After
pulling the working end through the buckle as far as she could, she fastened it.
When Andrea raised her head, the strap pulled the ball gag deeper into her
mouth.
She was going to be saying nothing for a while.
The Amazon attached a chain leash to the ring on the front of her collar.
Holding the end tightly in her hand, she removed the chains that were attached
to the rings on the sides of the collars.
"Come on, Slave Girl.  You have a little training to undergo, then you can show
your mistress just how much a good little slave girl you are."

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Chapter 3

The beautiful blonde discovered that it did not take her long to adopt the
mannerisms of a slave girl.  Wearing those high heels, she easily adopted the
fluid gait expected of a slave girl, one that caused her bottom to sway
gracefully from side to side.  The Amazon congratulated her on her ease of
learning, and called others over to watch.  All who watched had to admit that
she was extremely sexy and beautiful as she moved.  Andrea, who was not very
bright to begin with, did not realize that this was all a show to convince her
that she was meant to be a slave girl.  She began to think that maybe what they
said about blondes was true.  Perhaps she had been destined to wear a slave
collar, and to bring pleasure to others.
When the woman led her into the tent where Marlena awaited her, she fairly
oozed across the ground with the graceful swaying of her bottom.  At her
mistress's feet she knelt with her knees spread far apart.  She was a slave girl
offering her body to her mistress.
"You look so much more beautiful this way," the Amazon said, hardly able to
control herself at the thought that this beautiful blonde was her possession.
She smiled.  "Why don't you show us your panties?"
The blonde knew that was not a request, but an order from her mistress.  Her
bottom still burned from the severe spanking she had suffered through an hour
before.  She did not want to go through another spanking.  Slowly she raised her
right knee in the air, until she could get that foot planted on the ground.  She
pushed upwards, almost falling over.  (She had trouble maintaining her balance
because of the high heels and the inability to use her arms.)  Staggering about,
she turned about, allowing her mistress to get her first look at the beautiful
blonde's arms securely tied to the ring on the belt.  One glance told the Amazon
that there was no way the captive beauty could escape this bondage.  Carefully,
Andrea bent over so the hem of the short skirt was raised in the back.  The
panties did a totally inadequate job of covering her bottomcheeks.
"Very beautiful.  Now I want you to move your body so your head moves to the
left.  Let Debbie see what beautiful panties you have."
The blonde was blushing as she turned her body.  She was being inspected as
though she was a side of beef in the market.  Or more appropriately, as though
she was a slave girl about to be sold.  She had no idea how close that was to
the truth.
"Now straighten up, Andrea.  Turn around and walk over here.  We have a little
ritual to perform."
As she straightened up, the blonde's blue eyes opened wide in fright.  She had
forgotten about that.  Whenever a slave girl came into possession of a new
master or mistress, he or she was obligated to give that slave girl her first
spanking.  It was done across the knee.  It was done by the bare hand on bare
flesh.  It reminded the slave girl of just how helpless she was.
Once the blonde stood so their knees almost touched, Marlena spread her legs
apart, reaching up under the short skirt to grab the young captive by the hips.
She pulled Andrea a few centimeters closer, then let her hands slide up her
bottom to the waistband.  Smiling at the blonde, she slowly peeled the shiny
panties off her bottom.
Andrea had forgotten that there was an old maxim: The only reason a mistress
put panties on a slave girl was to give her the opportunity to take them off.
The blonde stood there passively, acting the part of the good little slave girl
she was rapidly becoming.  Marlena pulled the panties down below the blonde's
well-rounded bottom cheeks.
The Amazon then pulled the blonde over her lap so her bare fanny rested on her
leather-clad thighs.  Her left arm encircled the blonde's waist to insure that
she did not fall over her lap (and thereby hurt herself).  She flexed her right
hand as she smiled at Debbie.
"The stupid bimbo is practically drooling at the sight of this slave girl," she
thought.  "I wonder what she would think if she knew that I have this fate in
store for her."
Smack!  Andrea's body straightened out, her legs and head coming up.  The blow
landed on her right cheek.  It was not hard, but since her bottom was already
red from her previous spanking, it hurt.  Smack!  She had no recovered from the
pain of the first blow, when the Amazon delivered the second on the other check.
Smack!  The blonde's legs began to kick.  Smack!  Smack!  Marlena alternated
cheeks.  Smack!  Smack!  The cheeks were already red so she could not use that
as a gauge of when to stop.  Smack!  Smack!  She stopped only when she wanted
to.
The mistress pushed the blonde off her lap so she landed at her knees.  She was
certain the young captive had learned her lesson.  She was only a slave girl.
She had done nothing wrong, and yet she had been punished.  The ritual first
spanking taught the slave girl to obey every order without thinking.  To disobey
was to suffer the consequences.
The bound beauty knelt with her head was bowed so her long blonde tresses
covered her knees and formed languid pools of gold on the ground about them.
The spanking had hurt, doubly because it was on top the severe beating she had
just suffered through.  Her head was bowed, not from pain, but from the
knowledge that another woman had intimately spanked her, bare hand to bare
flesh.  It had pleased the mistress to do that to her.  She knew she existed
only to please others.
Her fate as a slave girl was about to get worse though.
Marlena held up a small wooden paddle, a circle of wood about six inches in
diameter mounted on a handle.  To insure that the captive saw it, she grabbed a
handful of her hair and jerked up.  When Andrea's face came up, the first thing
she saw was that paddle.  "I think a couple dozen of these are in order.  A
couple of dozen on each cheek," she added.
The blonde shook her head.  (If she tried to utter the word "no," the gag
filling her mouth had done a most excellent job of silencing it.)  She pleaded
with her big, blue eyes.  She was willing to do anything to avoid another
spanking.  Total submission was exactly what the Amazon wanted of her.
"Perhaps you would like to find some other way to thank me for turning you into
a slave."
Within seconds, the beautiful blonde knelt with her face pressed into her
mistress's crotch.  Her tongue probed deeply into the woman's pussy.  She bent
her head back to make eye contact.  She did not dare take her gaze away from the
woman who would determine her fate.
Marlena grabbed the blonde's head as she began to achieve another orgasm.  She
drew the captive's face tighter against her pussy.  The blonde continued to
stare upwards, but the Amazon's pubic hair partially obstructed her line of
sight.
While this was going on, another scene was unfolding within the town.  The
slave market had its auction at two every day.  Before then, the prospective
customers were allowed to view the merchandise closely before it was put up for
sale.
This day, Gina Gibbons came through to inspect the various slave girls that
would be sold.  All were beautiful and sexy, but they did not meet her
expectations.
Gina was one of the most beautiful women in town, and she knew it, and she made
certain that everyone else knew it also.  She flicked her long, dark hair over
one shoulder while she complained loudly of the poor quality of the merchandise.
Most people would be happy to own any of these slave girls. But she wanted
everyone to know that her standards were higher.
Accompanying her was Cindi Collier and Jane Juno.  Cindi was a tall blonde with
extremely large boobs.  Jane was about as beautiful as Gina with a nicely
proportioned body.  They followed Gina because they like the way others treated
them.  Gina's arrogance and money paid off  with increased respect when they
were with her.
"Why don't they have any good slaves for sale?"
Now it happened that at the market that day was Deirdre Young.  Deirdre was not
an Amazon, but she worked for them periodically on a commission basis.  She knew
the type of woman the Amazons wanted.  Gina, Cindi, and Jane all fit the bill.
With a little luck she could persuade them to let her sample Gina's copious
charms before they shipped her off to Saphos.
"You don't know about the special market?"
"What special market?"
"Shhh!"  Gina had fairly screamed her reply.  "The market the slavers have.
The rich people get the first chance to purchase the best slave girls before
they are brought into town for sale."
Gina considered herself rich.   She knew no reason why she should not be
included in this group.
"Where is this market?"
"Go out to the Amazon camp.  Just tell them Deirdre told you about the preview
market.  That is the key word.  Preview market.  Do not let them tell you 'no.'"
Now going outside the city walls was a risky proposition for a young woman.
Gina felt safe though.  Her sycophants Cindi and Jane would be with her.
Besides, she was both rich and powerful.  She had a lot of important friends.
(Little did she realize though that those friends were only interested in
getting a slave collar around that lovely throat of hers.)
"Come on.  We are going to find some good merchandise."
Back in the Amazon camp, Marlena shoved the bright red rubber ballgag into the
blonde's mouth.  The strap was already loosely buckled so all she had to do was
to slip it over her head.  When she pulled on the working end, the strap
shortened, securing the rubber ball firmly in Andrea's mouth.  The strap was on
top those long, lovely tresses, but the Amazon did not intend for her to wear it
long.
"Now I want you to crawl over to Debbie and thank her for setting you up to
become a slave."
The kneeling blonde turned to her left.  Centimeter by centimeter, she made her
way the meter and a half that separated the two mistresses.  In a minute she
knelt before her former employer, staring at her pussy.
"Please, Mistress, let me thank you for turning me into a slave girl," the
blonde captive whimpered as soon as the ball gag was removed.  When Debbie
pointed toward her pussy, the blonde crawled forward a few more centimeters,
before lowering her head.
"You know, Debbie."
"What!  Ohhhh!   What!  What!"
"Why don't you keep Andrea?  As a present.  Think of it as a show of good faith
for our coming business partnership."
The bound blonde heard this conversation, and managed to stifle a tear or two.
They were giving her away as though she was some used piece of clothing.  Well,
as she thought about it, there really was little difference between a slave girl
and a piece of clothing, though a mistress was liable to take better care of her
clothing.
"Would you like that?"  Debbie grabbed the blonde's head with both hands,
forcing her to raise her face to look into her eyes.  "Would you like to be my
own, personal slave girl?"
That was the last thing she wanted.  She knew how Debbie treated her slaves.
Okay, she had treated them the same way, but she was certain that anyone else
would be a better mistress than Debbie.  Still, she was a slave girl with a
bottom that still burned from her first spanking.
"Yes, Mistress."
When Debbie had come several times, they took Andrea out to dress her again for
her triumphant entry into the city as a slave girl.  Debbie walked outside to
get a look at the supply of slave girls they had tethered about.  Becky
immediately grabbed Marlena.
"Why did you give that blonde away?  She is prime stuff.  You should have sent
her to Saphos!"
"All in good time.  I want to cultivate Debbie.  How you noticed the size of
those titties of hers.  She will make a most admirable addition to our stables.
In the meantime, I intend to let her think that she is equal to us."
She motioned another Amazon over.
"I want you to find out all you can about this college of cosmetology.  I want
to know everyone connected with it, their positions, and their responsibilities.
This is too good an opportunity to pass up.  As soon as she can replace Debbie's
people with ours, we will let her grace one of our slave collars."
The Amazon turned back to Becky.  "Then our little blonde will be ours again."
The Amazons returned with the blonde slave girl just a few minutes later.  They
had changed her clothing a little.  They had removed that travesty of a
minidress she wore, along with the panties.  All she wore was the corset,
stockings, and high heels, hardly what one would call "clothing," and yet quite
appropriate for a slave girl.  When the woman leading her came to a stop, Andrea
stopped, spreading her feet about a meter apart.  The Amazons smiled with
satisfaction.  The blonde was rapidly becoming a good little slave girl.
Andrea followed where she was led.  There was nothing else she could do.  She
made no sign of resistance at all, knowing that such an act would result in
another severe spanking.  One of the Amazons held the end of her leash.  She
simply walked where she was led.
They led her out a side entrance to the pavilion, and down a walk toward the
road.  They had planned a coffle to enter town late in the day, and Andrea would
be part of it.  Until it was formed and ready to go, she would wait with the
others.
The other slave girls waiting for the coffle were secured in a series of
pillories at the bottom of the grade.  They were positioned in such a way that
their naked fannies were directed toward the road.  Everyone who came down would
see them.  This was also an offer to sample the wares.
They led their blonde captive around behind the first slave girl. When the
Amazon tugged on the leash, Andrea dropped to her knees.  She knew what they
wanted her to do.  That slave girl's pussy was immediately in front of her face.
She knew there was nothing lower than a slave girl who had to service another
slave girl's pussy, but her mistress wanted her to do this.  When the ball gag
was removed from her mouth, there was no obstacle to her eating her
sister-captive.
"Make her come.  That is one of the advantages of being one of the early ones.
You get eaten more often than you have to eat."
Andrea pressed her face against the woman's bare bottom so she could stick her
tongue into the woman's pussy.  She pressed her face harder against the red
cheeks as she began to wiggle her tongue.
She made that naked captive come once.  They shoved the ball gag into her mouth
as they maneuvered her behind the second.  The gag came out and her face moved
forward, tongue out.
At that point the Amazon's attention was diverted by the arrival of three women
from town.
"So where are they?  Where are all the good slaves you have been holding out on
us?"
Gina was not one to garner many friends wherever she went.
"What are you talking about?"
It took only a minute for the beautiful brunette to explain the situation that
she could have done in ten seconds.  Marlena looked at her friends with a blank
look on her face, stunned by Gina's audacity and general stupidly.
"Who told you that?"
"Deirdre Dearing."
"Diedre, hmmm, Diedre.  Carrie, show them where we keep them."
The Amazons ignored Andrea while they watched their comrade lead the three
women around behind their pavilion.  They said not a word until the three had
disappeared from sight beyond a slight rise of ground.  They all erupted into
laughter.
"Remind me to give Deirdre double her usual finder's fee."
Debbie looked at the Amazons about her with an expression on her face that
clearly indicated that she thought they had lost their collective minds.  Then
it dawned on her.  "You mean you do not..."
"No."  Marlena gestured in the general direction Gina and her friends had gone.
"Some of you go help Carrie."
They turned their attention back to the blonde who finished making the last of
the slave girls come.  Now it was her turn.  They pulled her to her feet.
Before she was completely upright one of the Amazons was already shoving the
ball gag back into her mouth.  Her head was pushed down to make it easier to
fasten the ends of the strap together behind her head so those long tresses were
not trapped underneath.  When the Amazon finished, she let go and the captive
beauty raised her head.
While this was going on, they dragged her feet apart, fastening a leather cuff
about each ankle so she could not draw her legs together.  Secured so she could
not run off, they untied her hands.  She paid no attention to what they did to
her hands though, as her interest was on the pillory in front of her.  One
Amazon unlocked it, then raised the upper part high in the air.
"Okay, Blondie, your head goes here." She patted the center groove.  "And one
wrist goes here and here."
The naked beauty leaned forward to grab hold of the lower part of the pillory
with both hands.  Slowly she lowered her head until her throat was against the
lower groove.  As she moved her hands to the outer grooves, an Amazon pulled her
hair forward so it all dangled down from her head.  When the two pieces of the
pillory were secured together, her long tresses would not be trapped.  Andrea
looked to the left where her left hand rested on the groove in the wood.  She
glanced back to the right.
As soon as her hands were through the groove, the Amazon lowered the upper part
of the pillory.  Another Amazon grabbed it to hold it as it descended so it
would not slam down.  Carefully she brought it down so the two pieces of wood
touched.  The woman applied a large padlock, but there really was no reason to.
There was a spring-operated locking device that engaged as soon as the two
pieces touched.
The captive beauty fully expected to be spanked again.  She wished the ball gag
was not in her mouth so she could plead with them not to punish her.  Since she
had submitted only a couple of hours earlier, she had done everyone they wanted.
She saw no need for them to spank her again.
While they intended to torture her again, it was not physical pain they
intended to inflict this time.  The torment this time would be much more subtle.
There were a number of slave girls they intended to take into town that
afternoon.  Many of them would end up bent over the pillories alongside the
blonde.  Each would act as she had before being locked into one of the
pillories.
The next girl was brought over almost as soon as Andrea was locked into
position.  The beautiful blonde had to wait her turn though.  She was the fifth
girl in line.  It took the slave girl almost half ah hour to reach her.  Andrea
felt the young woman's tongue in her.  It took only a couple of minutes for her
to come.  That slave girl then moved onto the pillory beside the blonde where
she was locked into the same position.  Andrea was barely aware of what happened
to her new neighbor as she felt the lips and tongue of the next slave girl
pressing against her pussy.  She began gasping as she felt herself coming again.
"So what do you do when you have more than twenty slave girls?"  Debbie had
counted the number of pillories set up in the row, and discovered there were
twenty.  She knew the coffles of slave girls the Amazons brought into the city
often exceeded twenty.
"The most we can handle here is forty.  When the twenty-first slave girl
reaches the end, she replaces the first who makes her way down the line.  When
she reaches the end of the line, she crawls back here and takes her position on
the end.  The twenty-second slave girl replaces the second and so on."
"What if you have more than forty?"
"We line them up alongside the road, legs spread, panties off.  There always
will be some man willing to help in their education as slave girls."
Debbie knew what the Amazon meant.  Chemical pollution had so permeated the
bodies of men and women that they were significantly different from what the old
textbooks taught.  Men had developed a form of priapism that would give an
erection for hours at a time, several times a day.  One philosopher once
remarked that they could arrest the decline of civilization merely making more
war than love.  (He was promptly stoned to death.)
For women, the changes were different, but no less important.  Breasts now came
in three sizes.  A woman with "small" breasts used a bra with a "C" cup.  Normal
size (such as Andrea's) was a "D" cup.  And the large ones (such as Debbie's)
were "Double-D."  Since genetic engineering years
The offshoot of this was that men would take advantage of any slave girl's
pussy offered to them.  If the newly collared slave girls of the Amazons were
lined up along the road, every man coming by would avail them of at least one.
As Debbie watched her blonde slave girl moan loudly through the ball gag as she
shook with another orgasm, an interesting scene was developing not far away.
The blonde was held spreadeagle by wire ropes attached to leather cuffs and a
ball gag harness.  One rope ran from her left ankle, through the pulley on the
post to her left, up to the top where there was another pulley, down through a
ring on top the ball gag harness, back up to a crosspiece, down the right post a
short distance to a pulley, then to her right wrist.
The effect of this all was that she could not move at all.  She was naked and
helpless.  When Gina came up, she first noticed the container of switches in
front of the captive.  (They were more than two meters in front of her so she
could see them.)  Looking up, she saw the red marks on the inner thighs of the
captive.  Gina had no idea what she had done to deserve this, but she was
certain that she could not do it again.
Reaching down, she grabbed one of the switches.  Flicking it through the air,
she started forward.
As she extended it so it against the blonde's pussy, Jane walked up with a
puzzled look on her face..
"Have you seen Cindi?  I saw her talking to some Amazons, then they all
disappeared."
 

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Chapter Four

Back in town, another scene was developing with consequences little different
from those outside the town walls.  The Amazon's name was Clarissa.  She reached
over to pat her dining companion on the forearm as she gave her a Cheshire cat
grin.  "It will go as we planned," she said as she stood up.  "Just do it the
way I told you.  She will be putty in your hands."
"When do I get paid?"
"There is an inn out the walls.  'The inn of the Dancing Slave Girl.'  Have you
heard of it?  Good.  Come there after you are done.  Shelly will send her money
to us there.  We will give you your share then."
The Amazon went before her business partner to the register to pay for her
meal.  (They had agreed to minimize the amount of contact between them.)
Everyone knew that anyone meeting with an Amazon was plotting the enslavement of
a woman. (When two Amazons were together, people thought the same.)  While there
was little likelihood that Paulette Peters would hear of this meeting, it made
sense to draw attention to themselves.  Janice had several other friends with
voluptuous bodies.  Arranging for them to become slave girls could prove
profitable.  She could not afford to allow her business venture with Clarissa to
become well-known.
Clarissa went to the counter to pay for her meal, but found she had to wait.
And wait.  And wait.
The clerk at the cash register stared at the young man standing across the
counter from her with love in her eyes.  She was oblivious to everything else
about her (including Clarissa).  The Amazon noted the look that the man gave
her.  Rather than love, she was certain he was imagining what she would look
like wearing a slave collar and little else.  Clarissa hated waiting in line,
particularly when the cause was a young woman just begging to be turned into a
slave girl.
She looked closer at her name tag.  Robyn.  The Amazon smiled.  Robyn's light
brown hair was pinned at the back of her head, indicating she was a free woman.
She was beautiful with a delightfully curvaceous body and big brown eyes.  She
would look so much more beautiful on her knees with a slave collar firmly locked
about her throat.  Robyn.  She would enslave this clerk for making her wait, but
she would do it in such a way that the captive would suffer imaginable
humiliation.  Robyn.
Once Clarissa had left the cafe, it was Janice Jason's turn to leave.  Okay,
she had to wait also.  Her solution was to complain to the manager.  Robyn
frowned at her as she took her money.  She cast a glance at the young man before
opening the till.  Janice drummed her fingertips on top the counter to show her
impatience.  She was in a hurry.  She had someone to meet.
The object of the discussion between the two was Paulette Peters.  Paulette
wanted to marry Ronor, but he had chosen Shelly instead.  Paulette knew she
could win him back.  What was the point of having huge tits if you could not use
them?  The buxom brunette was certain that if she could talk to him she would
have no trouble winning him back.  Okay, Shelly was pretty, but her body did not
compare to hers.  The problem was her rival had Ronor's servants in her pay so
she could not get in to see him.  There was another way though.  She would dress
herself up as a slave girl, and have herself delivered to his house as a wedding
present.  She was certain that he would take one look at her body and want to
marry her instead.  (Okay, she was not too brilliant to begin with.  Clarissa
had prompted Janice into subtly suggesting this so Paulette thought it was her
idea.)
Before she met with the Amazon, Janice had accompanied Paulette to a store that
specialized in various items for slave girls.  No one paid attention as Paulette
held the various items up against her body to see what they would look like when
she put them on.  One marketing expert estimated that sixty percent of all sales
of slave girl and bondage items went to free women who wanted to pretend they
were slave girls.
When the two left the shop, Janice went to see Clarissa while the buxom
brunette went to a room in a nearby tavern that the two had rented earlier in
the day.  Paulette gave the key to Janice so she could allow herself into the
room.
Once alone in the room, Paulette had certain the door was locked.  She threw
the bolt and tested it by pulling on the handle before she was certain no one
could open it.  She certainly did not want anyone else to come barging in on her
while she was helpless.  She carefully hung up the minidress they had chosen.
She did not want it to get wrinkled.  The various bondage items and slave girl
attire went on the bed where she could get to them easily.
Now that she was ready to begin, she stripped off her clothing.  The tee-shirt,
jeans, white cotton bra and matching panties ended up on the bed.  They were the
clothing of a free woman.  She would go see Ronor as a slave girl.  How could he
possibly resist her?
She pulled the pins from her hair, letting her long dark hair fall down.  Free
women wore their hair up because they could.  Slave girls had no choice.  They
wore it down.  Many said it made them look more beautiful.  Everyone knew
instantly that a woman with her hair down was a slave girl.
She chose the garter belt first from the little pile on the bed.  Her fingers
slid across the smooth satin.  The garter belt was light green, with black lace
ruffles.  She chose a green and black motif for her outfit.  The minidress was
light green as where her sandals.  The panties and stockings were black.  The
garter belt was a combination of each.  She knew she would look very sexy in
this outfit.
She wrapped the garter belt about her slender waist and started getting dressed
(so to speak).  Once it was on, she pulled on the sheer black stockings,
adjusting the seams in back so they were straight.  Several times she had to run
her hands up her legs to make certain that all the wrinkles were out of each.
She glanced at the door again before bending down to slid her hands up her legs
from the ankle to the upper thighs.  She enjoyed the feel of the stockings.
The buxom brunette then adjusted the length of the straps and attached the tabs
to the tops of the stockings.  She crossed to the full-length mirror on one wall
to examine her clothing.  She saw a wrinkle or two in each that displeased her.
Again she smoothed out the material before reattaching the tabs.
She slipped her feet into the shoes.  The shoes were sandals with two straps to
hold them on her feet, one across the top of her foot and the other around her
ankle.  This insured that she could not slip out of them.
She looked at them before trying them on again.  As with all slave girl shoes,
there was little to them.  She knew it would be uncomfortable wearing them since
they had a six-inch spike heel.  She wondered how she was going to walk all the
way to Ronor's without falling down.  She pressed her lips together.  "I should
have bought these a couple of days ago, and practiced with them," she said out
loud.  She wondered if there was some way she could be delivered to Ronor as a
package, but that would simply draw attention to herself.  Slave girls went
around in high heels at the end of leashes so their bodies and helplessness
could be enjoyed by everyone who saw them.
She walked over to the full-length mirror on a wall.  She was very sexy.  She
wondered how Ronor could ever resist this body.  She would have him by the end
of the day.
She went back to getting dressed, though there was not much more to do.  The
panties were black satin bikinis ones that tied on each hip.  (A simple tug on
either of the bows would cause them to fall off.)  It took her several minutes
before she had them on right.
She returned to the mirror to see what she looked like now.  A small triangle
in front covered her pubic hair and little else.  Turning around and looking
over her shoulder, she saw that the larger triangle in back did a totally
inadequate job of covering her fanny.  In other words, it was a perfect fit.
For this little bondage session, she did not want the dress to get mussed so
she had bought a black satin halter top to wear.  She did not want to flaunt her
large boobs, even in the privacy of the room.  The halter top consisted of a
pair of large triangles, connected together by black satin strings that were
secured by bows.  It was just as with the panties.  Pull on the bow between her
boobs and they would fall out of the halter top.  Do the same to the bow behind
her back, or the one at the back of her neck and those marvelous titties of hers
would flop into sight.
She looked at herself again.  The halter top lifted her titties without
presenting any support.  She bent forward a little as she moved her shoulders
forward and back.  The supple mounds jiggled merrily.  She grinned.  Ronor would
like that.
The only remaining items to put on were the shoulder-length black satin gloves.
The buxom brunette sat with her back to the bed as she worked.  It was difficult
to get the gloves on but she knew the effect would be stunning.  The typical
attire for a slave girl were stockings, a garter belt, and gloves, items that
hid nothing and emphasized all the choice parts of her body.
She was now dressed as a slave girl.  The only thing missing was the bondage
and the collar.  She picked up the collar, looked at it closely for a few
seconds, held it against her throat to see what her reflection looked like with
it on, and dropped it on the floor.  That was a step she wanted to delay.  Once
she had the collar on, everyone would consider her to be a slave girl.
She chose the ballgag next.  Again, she looked at it, but this time she went
ahead and used it.  With her right hand, she thrust it into her mouth.  It was
larger than what she expected so she had to use the fingertips of both hands to
shove it past her teeth.  Reaching up behind her neck, she buckled the ends
together under her long black hair.
She examined herself in the mirror again from several angles.  Her gag seemed
to make her look so much more beautiful.  "Mmmmmffftt!  Mmmmmffftt!"  She
grunted through the gag.  The muffled sound she knew could not be heard outside
the room.  Once she was bound, she could not call anyone to come to free her (as
though she would actually want anyone to see her dressed in this most revealing
attire).
Now it was time for the bondage.  She sat on the floor to attach the end of the
chain leash to a ring on the leg of the bed.  She used a small padlock to secure
it there, then used another to fasten the other end to the leather collar.
At this point, she took all the keys and attached them to the lower ring on the
front of the collar.  The keys to her bondage would be right where she knew they
were.  If she was upright, she would feel them dangling against her chest.  But
being bound, there would be no way she could reach them to free herself.  When
Janice came to free her, she would know where the keys were.
The bondage device she had chosen consisted of a pair of handcuffs, a chain and
a leather strap called a hogtie harness.  The clerk had shown them several
different varieties, and offered to demonstrate on one of the slave girls the
store kept to model the items.  They had been in a hurry though, much to the
regret of both young women.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Paulette wrapped the strap about her ankles.
Once she had drawn all the slack from it, she buckled the ends together.  She
secured it there with another padlock.
The buxom brunette then twisted around on the floor so her head was near the
leg of the bed.  It was now time to use the slave collar.  She wrapped it about
her head, using another padlock to secure it in place.  She grabbed it at her
throat to pull with both hands.  It would not come off.  It was permanent unless
the key was used.
She felt her nipples growing hard and pointed against the carpeting.  She began
to understand why so many women risked being enslaved to allow themselves to be
dressed and bound as a slave girl.  There was something sensuous about being
helpless.
All that remained now were the handcuffs.  She lay on her front, and raised her
feet back toward her head.  That brought the handcuffs within reach.  She paused
for thirty or forty seconds as she contemplated what she was about to do.
"Ronor will not be able to resist me," she thought to herself as she fastened a
steel cuff about one wrist, then the other.
What the buxom brunette had done was to secure herself in a rather right
hogtie.  The chain connecting her wrists to her ankles was only a few
centimeters long, forcing her to keep her legs bent back.  The shortness of the
chain made it so she could hit the bottoms of the high heeled sandals with the
back of her head if she pulled her head back a few centimeters.  Because her
ankles were crossed, her knees were spread far apart.  She would not be able to
roll onto her side in this bondage position.
Paulette had planned on resting her head on the floor while she waited for
Janice to free her, but she had miscalculated the severity of the position.  To
get into this position, she had to draw her shoulders up off the carpeting.  The
only part of her head she could get to the carpet was her forehead, and that was
uncomfortable.  She could do nothing but keep her face raised in the air.
The buxom brunette had intended to lie there until Janice came to free her, but
it was inevitable that she had to test her bondage just to see if she was
helpless.  She twisted her hands about without being able to gain any freedom at
all.  Every time she moved, she felt a tug on the strap about her ankles.  She
tried to straighten her legs out, but there was no slack in the chain at all.
She wondered if she could move about.  It took only a few seconds for her to
realize that she could not roll onto her side because of the way her knees were
spread.
Turning her head to the left, she looked at the leg of the bed.  The chain
appeared in sight about ten centimeters from the bed leg.  She saw how it was
fastened to the ring on the piece of wood.  She could not see where the other
end was locked to her collar, but she knew it would not come off.  Perhaps, if
she wiggled really hard, she might be able to move away from the bed a little.
The total distance she moved though would not be longer than the length of the
chain.
The only thing left to try was the gag.  She certainly did not want anyone to
find her bound as she was.  She grunted several times through the rubber ball
filling her mouth with confidence that no one could hear her.
Eventually she became convinced that escape was impossible without assistance.
She would remain bound where she was until Janice came for her.  She could only
lay there and wait.
Janice in the meanwhile was enjoying her second cappuccino as Clarissa gave her
some final tips.
From the cafe, Janice made her way leisurely to the inn.  She did not want to
seem to anxious to get the buxom young woman bound.  Clarissa had told her to
try to talk Paulette out of continuing.  She believed that would only impel the
woman to continue.
At the front desk, Janice asked several questions and smiled at the answers.
Half an hour after she arrived, she finally went to the room to see what
condition her friend was in.
Just as she had hoped, Paulette lay on the floor in a tight hogtie.  The captive
tried to turn her head around to look at her, but because of the tightness of
her bondage, she could not.  Janice walked around in front of her so the young
woman could see her.  To make it easier on her, she squatted down.
"So how is it going?  Ready to give up?"  Paulette's reply was a pair of
grunts.  Janice took them to mean 'no.'  "I have a little surprise for you."
Without explaining, she unfastened the end of the chain leash from her collar.
Paulette began to grunt in protest as her friend flipped her over on her back.
Paulette did not like this position at all.  Sure, it was painful because her
handcuffed hands were under her back.  That was not the reason though.  In this
position her knees were spread far apart.  Janice appeared at her feet grinning
broadly.  Slowly she reached forward to probe the captive's belly button with
her index finger.  There was no pain, but it did tickle.  Paulette squirmed
around with being able to get free.
"I do not think we need these," the woman said with a giggle as she extended
both hands toward the captive beauty's hips.  "Mmmmmffftt!  Mmmmmffftt!
Mmmmmffftt!"  Paulette thrashed about as much as she could in her bound
condition, but as she had already learned, that was not much.  She felt the
panties go limp about her waist.  She felt the smooth material slid away from
her body.  She knew her pussy was visible even before Janice held up her panties
for her to see.
"I do not think you need these.  I have a surprise for you, and these will just
get in the way."
Janice came to her feet and turned toward the door.  "Mmmmmffftt!  Mmmmmffftt!"
Paulette realized that she lay in such a manner that anyone standing outside the
door would have a clear view of her pussy.  Still, there was not a thing she
could do to stop her friend from opening the door.  Janice left the room, and to
Paulette's horror, left the door ajar.  "Mmmmmffftt!  Mmmmmffftt!"  It dawned on
the helpless captive that she really did not want anyone to hear her.  Janice
knew what position she had left her in.  She resolved to be quiet.  Maybe no one
would notice her.
Janice was gone only a few seconds.  Paulette's blue eyes opened wide with fear
as she realized that there were two sets of footsteps entering the room.
Someone had come in behind Janice.  Paulette had no way of seeing whom it was
because in that position, her head was pulled back so she could only stare at
the wall opposite the door. Had the buxom brunette been able to see, she would
have realized that Janice had not brought a person, but rather an animal.  She
led a slave girl, a real one.  This one was obviously owned by the tavern as she
wore a little black satin, French Maid's outfit.  Her arms were behind her back
in a leather single glove.  Her mouth was filled with a bright red rubber ball
gag.  Similar to the one Paulette wore.
Janice jerked down on the leash.  The slave girl showed how well-trained she
was by immediately dropping to her knees.  Directly ahead of her was the
captive's vulnerable pussy.  This slave girl knew why she was there.  She
lowered her head toward the brunette's crotch.
Janice threaded the end of the leash under Paulette's body so she could fasten
her end to the ring on the front of the collar.  The slave girl's face was about
four centimeters in front of Paulette's pussy.  She could not move it further
away.  She would have no trouble bringing it closer.
Janice quickly removed the slave girl's ball gag.  Grabbing a handful of hair
with her left hand, she bent the captive's head back.  "Tell Paulette what you
think of her pussy."
The slave girl had been through this routine several times before.  She knew
there was no correct answer.  If the mistress did not like her response, she
would be spanked.  She knew what she had to say though, and hoped it was the
right thing.  "Paulette has the most beautiful pussy in the world."  Janice
heard Paulette giggling through her gag.  It was immense fun to make a slave
girl grovel.
"What would you like to do with it?"
"I would like to eat Paulette's pussy."
"Go to it," she said as she pushed the slave girl's face into it.
Janice moved around so she could see her friend's face.  The beautiful
brunette's eyes were wide open, her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she
gasped for breadth.  "Mmmmmfffffftttttttt!!!!"  She saw Paulette's body relax a
little after the orgasm.  If the buxom woman thought one orgasm was all she had
to endure, she was sorely wrong.  "Mmmmm."  Her protest was weak and not
believable.  Janice saw her try to draw her legs together without success.  The
second orgasm came in less time than the first.
"I am going to go out and get a drink.  I will be back for you in an hour or
two."
"Mmmmmmfffmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmffffffffffttttttt!!!!"  Paulette's grunt of protest
turned into a long moan of ecstasy as she came again.
At the door Janice paused to look back.  She could tell that the helpless
captive was about to undergo another orgasm.  She chuckled as she closed the
door behind her.
Despite what she told Paulette, Janice did not go to the bar, at least not at
first.  Paulette was under the impression that she was going to deliver her to
Ronor. She did not want to be caught with an unlicenced slave girl.  She crossed
the street to the offices of "Speedy Delivery Service" to make arrangement for
Paulette's delivery.  Pickup would be in five minutes.  Janice asked for three
hours.  That would be plenty of time to finish what she had in mind.
Her next stop was the slave girl kennels in the back of the inn.  Guests
staying there could have their slave girls penned up and protected while they
transacted their business in town.  A small bribe insured that the whipmistress
would arrange for a suitable place for the buxom brunette to wait.
Her last step was the bar.  She bought herself a glass of white wine.  As she
sipped it, she looked around the bar.  In one corner there were three young men
eyeing the slave girl serving them.  She smiled as she took another drink.  They
were exactly what she wanted.  Quickly she crossed the room to them.

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Chapter Five

Paulette was so exhausted from the multiple orgasms that she offered no
resistance when Janice dressed her.  "You would not make a very good Amazon,"
the light-haired beauty thought as she fastened the snaps on the dress.  The
clothing slave girls wore always had bows or snaps or a combination of each.
These allowed a mistress to redress her captive without having to untie her.
Paulette was untied, but this was all part of Janice's plan.  The buxom brunette
thought everything was going according to plan because Janice had released her
from her bondage.
"Here, have a drink."  While it looked like regular white wine, it was
fortified with extra alcohol.  While it would not make the buxom brunette
falling down drunk, it was enough to dull her senses.
"Hands behind you back."
Paulette sat on the edge of the bed in the room she and Janice had rented.  She
put her hands behind her back as ordered, and leaned forward to make it easier
for her friend to fasten the steel cuffs in place.  Janice knew there were
better ways of securing a woman, but Paulette would not be wearing these too
long.  Once they were on, her big-chested friend would not be able to get free
no matter how hard she tried.  She still wore the slave collar she had put on
herself, so anyone would treat her as a slave girl.  If anyone came across her,
they would assume she was a slave girl because of that collar.
"Open up."  Paulette could still call out for help, but that was something
Janice intended to deny her.  As soon as the lovely captive opened her mouth,
Janice pushed the bright, red rubber ball into her mouth.  Her right hand on the
back of the captive's head, forced her face down toward her thighs.  Janice
pulled her shoulder-length dark tresses out of the way behind buckling the ends
of the strap together.
When Paulette looked up, the backward movement of her head caused the strap to
pull the rubber ball deeper into her mouth.  She could make no sounds about a
grunt.  Anyone outside the room would never hear her crying out.  She certainly
could say nothing that anyone would want to listen to.
"Are you ready to go?"  The buxom brunette nodded and came to her feet.  Janice
had to grab her to keep her from falling over.  The helpless captive was not
used to moving about without the use of her arms to help maintain her balance.
"Just how stupid are you?" Janice wondered as she attached a chain leash to the
ring on the front of the collar.  She had gone to a lot of trouble putting the
dress on the curvaceous captive, but Paulette had not noticed that she no longer
wore panties.  Janice had kicked them under the bed so the captive would not see
them.  With her friend bound and gagged as she was, there was nothing she could
do about it now.  Still, had she known, she would not have been so willing to go
out in public undressed as she was.
The outfit Paulette wore was designed specially for slave girls to show off
their charms.  (Or perhaps, more appropriately, for their masters and mistresses
to show off their charms.  The bodice of the light-green satin dress was little
more than a pair of straps that covered her titties.  Anyone looking at her from
in front would see a lot of cleavage.  At the same time, a view from the side
showed the full roundness of her breasts.  (With Paulette's hands cuffed behind
her back, her arms did not obstruct the view.)  With Paulette's extremely large
boobs, more flesh was showing than was covered.  With the cuffs holding her
hands behind her back, she could not stop anyone from founding those supple
mounds.
The key feature of the outfit was its length, or rather, its lack of length.
In front, the hem barely covered the tops of her stockings so most of her lovely
legs were visible.  The hem in back was much shorter, just fifteen centimeters
long.  The slave girl would always know that anyone standing behind her could
see her panties.  In Paulette's case, when she bent over, anyone standing behind
her could see her pussy.  She did not realize that, at least not yet.
"Let us go."  Bound, gagged, and dressed as a slave girl, there was nothing the
buxom captive could do but follow when Janice gently tugged on the chain.
Paulette paused at the door.  Once she stepped through it, everyone would be
able to see a lot more of her body than any free woman allowed.  She had to
remember though, she was not a free woman, she was a slave girl.  She was no
different from any of the other tens of thousands of slave girls out there.
Okay, maybe her boobs were a lot larger, but other than that, she was no
different from them.  She only had to act as though she was a slave girl, and it
would all be okay.
The plan they agreed upon had Janice taking Paulette to Ronor's to insure that
she got there.  Of course Janice had changed the plan.  She planned to be
elsewhere when the captive brunette arrived at her destination.  Once out the
door she turned left toward the rear of the tavern where the slave kennels were.
(Of course, a slave girl could not use the front door.)
"Rats!  I left the stuff in there.  Let me get it.  You wait here."  As she
said that, a leather-clad mistress leading a pair of hooded slave girls went
past.  "You had better look the part.  Spread your legs apart and bend forward."
Janice attached her end of the leash to a ring on the wall at eye level.  Now
Paulette did not like that one little bit, but she did it anyway.  If a free man
or woman complained about her position, Janice would have no choice but to spank
her.  She spread her legs further apart than her shoulders, then bent forward.
"Have fun," Janice said as she patted the captive on her bare bottom.  With
that touch, Paulette realized she had no panties on.  "Mmmmfffffttt!!"  She
straightened up and turned to protest to Janice, but all she saw was her back as
she disappeared through the door to the lobby.
As Janice left, a man came through. Paulette did not want to attract attention
to herself, so she bent forward, showing her pussy to the man.  She stared
intently at the wall a few centimeters in front of her face.  She wondered what
the man thought of her pussy without realizing that to him, it was just another
slave girl's love nest.
Janice hurried from the inn to the city gate that led outside to the Amazon's
camp. On the road leading up to the gate, a long coffle of slave girls knelt to
await their turn to be processed. She saw a number of slave girls in pillories
(including Andrea), but they meant nothing to her.  Her destination was "The Inn
of the Dancing Slave."
The inn was there to cater to the slavers, nothing more, nothing less.  In town
the rumor was that if your wife, sister, or girl friend was missing, the first
place to look was in the kennels of the Inn of the Dancing Slave.  Actually
there were very few slave girls there, and they were the property of the owner.
The slavers kept their stock in their camps.  And the best way to hide a slave
girl kidnaped from the town was to slap a collar on her and take her back to
town.  Once she was properly enrolled, she was legally a slave girl.  Her
fingerprints were taken and kept on file.  If her fingerprints were already on
file (as a free woman) that file was discarded so there was no trace of who she
was.
Janice climbed the four steps to the porch slowly.  She had heard stories about
this place so she was leery about entering.  On the front porch a dozen slave
girls wearing collars and little else knelt facing the gate to the town.  She
wondered if they were women kidnaped from there, and being taunted with the
entrance, or if they were captives from another town, brought here to add to the
already large population of slave girls.
She stuck her head through the door to see what was going on.  It looked rather
normal inside.  Ahead of her was a clerk at a desk if she wanted a room.
Kneeling to the side were a pair of slave girls in red satin dresses and little
red pillbox hats.  Their hands were cuffed in front of them.  A short chain
connected the cuffs to the ring on the front of the collar.  It gave the viewer
the impression that they were begging to serve him.  They were there to carry
the guests' luggage up to the room.  The beautiful young woman smiled as she
wondered what sort of tips they got.
To her left, a bored Amazon was tormenting a pair of slave girls positioned for
the pleasure of any man who came by.  Each had several red streaks across her
bottom, indicating the mistress had used the switch she carried.  When Janice
looked, the Amazon had thrust it between one of the captive's legs to rub it in
her pussy.  The implication was the next blow might come there.
Janice made her way to the desk.
"I am here to see an Amazon named Clarissa."
"I have been waiting for you."  The voice came from behind her.  When Janice
turned her head, she saw the Amazon approaching as she thrust the switch into
her belt.  "I am Danielle.  Clarissa told me to wait for you."
As all the other Amazons, this one wore a black leather catsuit that showed off
her curves.  She had a large chest, narrow waist, and perfectly shaped hips.
Her auburn hair was pulled away from her face and held in place with hair pins
behind her ears to show that she was a free woman.  She was very beautiful.
"Where is Clarissa?"
"There is a private club upstairs.  Clarissa is waiting for you there."  The
young woman followed the mistress up the flight of stairs.  She knew these
private rooms were used to conduct business in private.  Clarissa's face
brightened up when she saw her.
"So tell me.  How did it go?"
Someone gave Janice a tankard of white wine as she sat down.  She took a drink
as thought about where to begin.  The wine tasted normal. She was afraid that
the Amazons might try to put a collar on her.  She felt confident that the
Amazons were not trying to trap her.  Little did she realize that it contained a
vegetable tranquilizer.  After two or three tankards of wine she would be
willing to do exactly what they suggested.
"After I left you . . . " she began.
An hour later, her story had progressed to the point where she dressed Paulette
(without her panties).  The Amazons were having trouble keeping their eyes open,
but they knew this would not continue much longer.
Suddenly the door burst open.  The Amazon who entered hung to the door as
though exhausted.  She had run up only one flight of stairs, but since she
appeared to be exhausted, it added more emphasis to what she had to say.
"There are city guards downstairs.  They are looking for her."  She pointed at
Janice as she said that.  The beautiful brunette sat there with her mouth
half-open.  She really did not understand what the woman had said.  She was
outside the city walls.  Why would a guardsman come looking for her?
"Janice, did you do as I said?" .
"What?"
"Did you take some indirect route to get here so they would not be able to
trace you here?" Clarissa lied.  She had not mentioned this to the woman at all.
It did not matter as the city guards had no authority outside the walls.  Her
plan counted on them convincing the young woman that they did.
"What?  No.  I came right here."
"I am out of here," one of the Amazons said as she came to her feet.  Without
another word she exited the room, though she stopped on the stairs where the two
guards waited for the word to go.
"You should not have come straight here.  There must be something wrong.  You
are in trouble and if they catch us with you, we will be in trouble too."
"But we are outside the walls!"
"It does not matter.  If they drag you back inside, they will receive small
fines, but you will be sold in the slave market."
"What can I do?"
"Run."
"She cannot.  They have the building surrounded."
"What do I do?"
"Hide.  I am getting out of here.  I do not want to be found with you."
Another Amazon left the room.
"Tell me.  How can I hide?"
"I do not know.  Wait a minute.  In my room upstairs.  Second room on the
right.  I have some stuff.  Disguise yourself as a slave girl.  There is a
leather hood in the bottom of the trunk.  If you put the hood on, they will not
know you are not wearing a slave collar."
"Okay," the beautiful woman said slowly, trying to think of some other option.
At least the Amazon had not suggested she put on a slave collar. That meant she
was not going to try to turn her into a slave girl.
"We will try to stall them.  After they leave, I will come back to free you."
Janice did not like the idea, but could think of nothing else.  It seemed
reasonable.  After all, they did not want her to put on a slave collar.  She
would only have to put on a leather hood.  And slave clothing.  And maybe
handcuffs.
She wanted to smile.  This might be fun.
"Okay, I will do it.  As soon as they go, you be sure to come get me."
"Promise."
Janice herd men talking on the stairs as she entered the hall.  The stairs up
were right next to the ones leading down to the ground floor.  She ran to them,
trying to be as quiet as she could.  She found the Amazon's room where Clarissa
had said.  To her disgust she saw there was no lock.  She made certain the door
was closed all the way so no one could see in.
Janice was disappointed to find few pieces of slave girl clothing about.  She
had hoped there would be something that would give her some degree of modesty,
but that was impossible for a slave girl.  She had to admit that the Amazons
certainly knew how to dress a slave girl to show off her charms.  Quickly she
stripped off all her clothing to see what she had to work with.
She had never seen a slave girl without wearing stockings, so she knew she had
to wear them if she was going to convince them that she was a slave girl. To
hold them up, she needed a garter belt.  She found one that was red satin with
black, lace ruffles.  Quickly she slid it about her slender waist, snapped the
ends together, and adjusted it.  The stockings came next.  She was in so much of
a hurry that she did not take the time to insure that they were on perfectly.
She merely pulled them up (or actually she pulled them down as she lay on her
back on the bed with each leg raised in the air as she worked on it) before
adjusting them once.  She adjusted the length of the straps before attaching the
tabs to the tops of the stockings.
What she found was a pair of red satin panty briefs.  They at least ways would
cover her bottom and pussy. She wanted disparately to wear a bra but there was
none.  She settled for a low-cut minidress of pink satin.  In retrospect, it was
not that different from the one Paulette wore, however the other captive's boobs
were much larger.
Janice selected a pair of slave sandals to wear.  One size fit most women.
Since there were straps to hold it securely to her foot, you could adjust the
width and the length.  She sat on the bed to slip her feet into them.  She
buckled the two straps, one across the top of her foot and the other around her
ankle.  These buckles and straps insured the shoes did not come off accidently.
Janice raised her right foot to shake it.  The buckles had a self-locking
mechanism, and she did not have the key.  The buckles also insured that the
wearer could not take them off herself.  Any woman going around in stiletto
heels had to be a slave girl.  Janice shrugged.  "I guess Clarissa will just
have to get these off me."
She picked up the hood the Amazon had mentioned.  It was enough to cover her
features, but the bottom part was open.  She would have to wear a gag or they
would know something was wrong.
It was now time to start her self-bondage.  She decided to start with a gag.
The Amazon had an extensive collection.  Janice decided to go with anything
fancy.  She selected a ball gag, the bright red collar complementing the color
of her attire.
Using her right hand, she lifted it toward her mouth.  When she discovered the
ball was too big to get past her teeth, she pressed against it with the
fingertips of both hands.  The rubber ball popped into place.  Janice then bent
over so her upper body was parallel to the floor.  Some of the long, light-brown
strands had already fallen down.  Others kept coming.  To insure she did not
trap any of her lovely tresses beneath the strap, she used both hands to pull it
down.  She had two more passes at the nape of her neck before deciding that none
of her hair was in the way.  She drew the ends of the strap together with both
hands, thrusting the working end through the buckle on the other end.  She
continued to pull it tight until she felt the leather strap press tightly
against her cheeks and nape.  She then finished buckling it.  There was no lock
to the gag.  With her hands secured she would be totally incapable of removing
it on her own.
She put the hood back on and crossed the room to the full-length mirror.  She
certainly looked like a slave girl and with that hood on no one would recognize
her.
There was her hair though.  She had to take care of it.  If she was a slave
girl, she had to let her hair hang down freely.  She removed the hood, pulled
the pins to loosen her hair, shook her head, and put the hood back on.  She had
to admit it.  She looked every bit the slave girl.
For her bondage she chose a handcuff belt.  She had examined the length of the
chain between the cuffs, and concluded that there was more room with this over a
regular pair of handcuffs.  While that was true, it also made it impossible for
her to get her hands low enough to protect her fanny.  She wrapped the
three-inch wide leather belt about her slender waist.  It locked in front at her
navel.  The cuffs were attached to the belt in back.
She looked around the room to see where she should stand.  Then it dawned on
her that slave girls were never allowed to move about.  She would either have to
bind her legs together, or tether herself to something.  A quick examination in
the mirror revealed the presence of a ring on the front of the slave hood.  She
could use it.
Selecting a chain leash from the pile in the trunk, she walked to the foot of
the bed as she looked for one end of it.  She attached it to a ring on the
bedpost at the foot of the bed.  There was no lock, as it was so far above the
floor that she would never be able to reach it bound.  The other end she
attached to the ring on the front of the slave hood.
That left only the act of making herself a helpless prisoner.  She had come
this far without hesitation.  She did not pause now.  Putting both hands behind
her back, she used her right hand to slip the steel cuff about her left wrists.
She heard the series of "clicks" as it drew snug against her flesh.  She
repeated the process with the other cuff.
She was now a helpless captive.  She could still struggle about, but she could
not get free at all.  After a few minutes standing there tethered to the
bedpost, she thought she would break the rules for slave girls.  She would hear
them coming.  She could afford to sit down.
That was when she discovered that the chain leash was too short for her to sit
on the side of the bed.  She could only get her bottom halfway down to it.  She
moved around to the foot of the bed only to discover that she had no more
movement.  She tried to squat down.  The chain was so short that she could only
descend to a half-crouch.
She had learned what it was like to be bound.  She would remain as she ways
until Clarissa came to free her.
The Amazons used the room next door.  Through a peephole one of them watched
Janice's progress.  When the young beauty was totally helpless, she emerged from
the room to signal the guards to go in.
Janice had paid little thought to the fact that a couple of guards might come
in looking for her.  She had mainly thought about binding herself, and Clarissa
freeing her.  She began to panic when she heard the door open.
"Let us check this one, Gregor."
It was the guards.  Janice turned away from them.  If they wanted to look at
her, they could study those bright red satin, panties.
"Nope.  She is not here."
The long-haired beauty relaxed.  Clarissa's plan had worked well.
"What do we have here, Toth?  A slave girl with her legs together?  We will
have to correct that."
Unhooking the end of the leash from the ring on the bedpost, he signaled her to
follow by tugging gently on chain.  Janice knew she had no choice but to follow.
They did not take her far, just a few meters across the room where there was a
spreader bar attached to the floor.  Janice offered no resistance when they
wanted to fasten it between her ankles.  When the man squatted, she even helped
as best she could by spreading her legs far apart to fit the length of the bar.
The man buckled the leather cuff on one end to her right ankle.  The beautiful
captive had already spread her leg as far apart as she could.  The man had no
trouble fastening a leather cuff attached to the other end to her left ankle.
This left Janice standing with her legs spread about a meter apart.  She could
not move far in any direction.  She was unused to wearing a spreader bar so she
could not have moved without falling over.  An experienced slave girl would have
no trouble moving a centimeter at a time, but she could not have gone far.  A
ring protruded from the bottom of the bar near the center of the bar.  A short
chain connected it to a ring on the floor.  She could not move more than a few
centimeters in any direction because of that short chain.
When the man straightened up, he removed the end of the chain from the slave
hood.  Janice hoped they would go away.
That was not to be though.
"These are nice," he said as the index finger of his right hand traced a
pattern across the smooth material of the bodice.  To her horror, Janice found
her body reacting to his touch.  The nipple became hard and pointed as it
pressed against the confines of the material.
Janice twisted her body to try to get away from the man's touch.
"I guess a little extra bondage is necessary," he said.  "She is moving around
too much."  Toth already held the end of a chain that dangled down from the
ceiling.  He extended it toward the captive's head with the intent of securing
it to the ring on the side of her collar.
"We see to be missing something."  Grabbing the leather hood in one hand, he
pulled it off her head.  "That is it.  This slave girl seems to be missing a
collar."
"We will have to take care of that."
Janice wanted to resist as the man produced a slave collar.  The second man
already had hold of her hair so she could not move her head much.  The man
wrapped the leather collar about her neck.  The man gripping her hair pulled the
strains free so none were trapped beneath it.  Handcuffed as she was, there was
nothing she could do to stop them.  When they finished, they attached the ends
of chains to the rings on the sides.  She could not move her upper body much at
all.
"Much better.  Well, I would like to play with these boys," Gregor said, gently
pinching Janice's nipples through the material, "But we have a few debts owed
us.  Boy!  I just hope we are up to it."
The men were laughing as they left.
Once the door closed, the beautiful captive tried once again to get free.  That
was totally impossible, she knew that, but she had to try anyway.  She squirmed
about but could not get free.
She looked up sharply when the door to the room opened.  Clarissa and the other
Amazons entered.
"There you are.  They went away so the plan must have worked."
"Oh, what do you have on? Is that a slave collar?"
"Maybe we should take it off."  Clarissa reached for the band of leather about
Janice's neck.
"Isn't it against the law to do that?"
"What?"
"I mean, she might be somebody's property."
"I do not want to be accused of stealing.  Sorry, Janice, but I guess the
collar stays on.  If no one claims you, well, I guess we can find a good home
for you."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"  Janice struggled as she grunted her protests.  The Amazons
did not hear as they were laughing too loud.

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Chapter Six

Janice tried to struggle but there was little she could do, bound as she was.
They pulled the leather hood off her head, but immediately replaced it with a
leather blindfold.  She twisted her head about to try to stop them but nothing
she did worked.  The leather pads covered her eyes.  The strap about her head
was pulled tight so the pads were pressed against her eyes.  No light came in at
all.
In total darkness she let them guide her across the floor.  Sure, she tried to
stand still, but they had no trouble dragging her where they wanted her.  She
had no idea what was in store for her, but she was certain she would not like
it.  At first she made little grunting sounds to try to persuade the to free
her, but they ignored them.  She gave up, hoping this was just some sort of
joke.
They pushed her to her knees before binding her legs.  In this position it was
almost impossible for her to resist.  They bound her ankles together first
despite her efforts to kick her feet up and down.  Half a dozen loops of cord
went around her ankles before being cinched.  Once this was done, they tied
another rope about her lower thighs just above the knees, cinching this one
also.  With her ankles bound together, there was nothing she could do to stop
them.  They tied the ends of the cord together after cinching , then removed the
one binding her ankles.
The beautiful young woman had no idea what they intended to do to her with her
knees bound together and her feet free, but she was pretty certain she would not
like it.  She tugged on the cuffs but could not gain any freedom all.  She could
not test the cord binding her legs together as long as she knelt.  She could
only wait them until they were ready for her.
She heard them rearranging the furniture in the room.  She turned her face in
the direction of the sounds, but learned nothing because of the blindfold.
Someone pulled a chair over in front of her.  When the blindfold was pulled off,
she found herself staring up at Clarissa.
"Since you already wear the collar of a slave girl, we want you to put yourself
over my lap so I can give you a good, solid spanking.  Do you agree to this.?"
She patted her lap where she wanted the captive to be.
Janice looked at the Amazon's legs for only a few seconds, then looked up
angirly at the mistress.  With a loud grunt she shook her head.  She would not
agree to be spanked.  If they wanted to spank her they could, she knew that, but
she would not be a willing participant, regardless of what they did to her.
"I was hoping you would say that.  It is some much more fun to persuade a young
woman that she deserved to be a slave girl.  This is much more fun than having
her willingly submit."
Clarissa smiled at the kneeling captive.  She so enjoyed newly-collared slave
girls.  They would squirm and protest, but in the end they submitted.
"What I am going to do is turn you over my lap.  I will pull your skirt up to
reveal those sexy, slave girl panties you have on.  And then I will give you
twenty-five swats with my bare hand."
Janice's blue eyes opened wide with fright as the woman held up the hand she
intended to use to spank her.  She shook her head "no" again.  She did not want
to be spanked.  She did not want another woman's hand on her bottom.
"Then I guess we have to go with this."  As she said that, the Amazon picked up
a wooden paddle.  She knew what the captive's reaction would be to the threat of
a spanking.  All slave girls reacted that way.  They would learn quickly to do
whatever pleased their master or mistress.  Janice grunted and squealed through
her gag as two women pulled her to her feet and laid her across Clarissa's lap.
The Amazon pulled the short skirt up so she had access to the waistband of the
panties.  "Oh!  What lovely panties you have!"  Grabbing the panties at the
waist in back, she pulled them down to reveal the young woman's bare bottom
cheeks.  "Oh!  These are cute!"  She squeezed one, then the other.
Clarissa wrapped her left arm about the captive's body to hold it in place on
her lap.  With her arms bound behind her back as they were, Janice could not
reach it.  The beautiful captive's fanny was just to the right of the Amazon's
legs.
SMACK!  Janice's head and feet went up as the paddle landed across both bare
bottom cheeks.  SMACK!  She had not finished reacting from the first blow when
the second fell.  SMACK!  The young woman kicked and struggled but there was
nothing she could do to stop the woman from punishing her again and again.
SMACK!  SMACK!
Janice was in no position to see the delightfulness of the position the Amazons
had secured her in.  She could kicked her feet as much as she wanted to, but
with her legs tied together at the knees, she could only wave them up and down.
She could not struggle enough to make her possible for her to get off the
Amazon's lap.  SMACK!  SMACK!
Janice make little whimpering sounds through the gag as she tried to beg them
to stop spanking her, but all they were interested in was her total submission.
SMACK!  SMACK!  Both cheeks turned bright read from the blows.  She tried to
slide herself off the Amazon's lap, but bound as she was, she could not resist.
The woman kept a firm grip on her with one arm while the other welded the paddle
against her sore fanny.
SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
Finally the twenty-five swats to her bottom were done.  Clarissa used her left
hand to shove her off her lap.  The captive landed on her side on the floor at
her feet.  Hands pulled her around into a kneeling position on the floor at the
Amazon's feet.  Janice's face was near the floor as she sobbed through the gag.
Clarissa brought the woman's face up by grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling
up.
"Now, are you ready to do what I want, or do you want another twenty-five swats
with this paddle?"
The look of terror in Janice's blue eyes told her the answer.  Very few women
could endure one session with the wood paddle without submitting.  No one had
ever continued on beyond two sessions.
Clarissa gave Janice her instructions while they pulled her to her feet.  The
rope binding her lower thighs together was cut off.  Clarissa went over the
instructions a second time.  Janice understood that if she made any mistakes,
she would be punished with the paddle.
"Now kneel."
The lovely young woman slowly lowered her left knee to the floor.  Once it
touched, she brought her right down to join it.  She bowed her head so the ends
of her long, light brown hair formed swirls before her knees.
"Prepare yourself for a spanking.  Rise, Slave Girl."
The young woman struggled to her feet.  She discovered it was difficult to do
with her hands cuffed behind her back.  She stood half a meter beyond the
Amazon's knees, staring intently at her crotch as she had been told.
"Advance, Slave Girl."
Before coming forward though, she had to curtsey.  Left leg behind the right, a
clumsy curtsey.  She then stepped forward.
She continued to stare at the Amazon's crotch as the woman leaned forward.
From the corners of her eyes, Janice saw the woman reach under her short dress.
She felt the woman's fingertips play across her bottom as she woman sought the
waistband of her panties.  She felt the woman draw them down, allowing her
finger to fondle the captive's sore bottom.
"Now, present you fanny for inspection, Slave Girl."
Janice took one step backwards.  Again she curtseyed.  She turned, spread her
feet about a meter apart and bent over.
Clarissa leaned forward to study Janice's bottom.  She already knew what it
looked like from spanking her.  The nylon panties had provided no protection at
all.  The Amazon grabbed the outside of the cheeks with the fingertips.  Her
thumbs rubbed gently across her bottom.
"You have a very nice looking ass, Slave Girl Janice, but I guess you are used
to hearing that.  Now lay yourself across my lap."
The humiliation of presenting her bottom for a woman to examine was bad enough,
but now she had to undergo another spanking.  At least this one would not be
with the paddle.  The Amazon would use her bare palm against her bottom.  The
lovely captive hoped it would not hurt as much as the paddle.
Straightening up, she drew her legs together.  Then she turned.  Before
presenting herself for a spanking though, she had to curtsey again.  Then she
stepped forward and laid herself across the Amazon's lap.
Janice was correct in thinking that this spanking would not hurt as much as the
one she had just suffered through with the paddle.  It hurt though, Clarissa's
palm coming into contact with her already sore bottom.
She could not just lay there though.  Clarissa ordered her to kick her legs
continually.  With each swat she was to grunt through her gag, and make grunting
sounds as though she was begging for mercy.  The intent was to humiliate the new
collared slave girl so she would be willing to do anything they wanted.
"Now, Slave Girl, rise and let me inspect you bottom again."
Janice slid off the woman's lap.  Her bottom burned from the two spankings.
She had trouble moving around.  She stood facing the Amazon, curtseyed, then
turned with her legs spread and bent over.  She felt Clarissa's hands on her
bottom as the mistress inspected it again.  The amazon took her time.  Though
she had seen the bottom of many slave girls in her life, this was the brunette's
first time to have hers inspected.  She allowed her fingertips to play across
the bottom.
"Let me put the panties back on you."
The beautiful captive straightened up and turned around.  She started to step
forward so the Amazon could reach the panties again, but remembered her
instructions.  She curtseyed again before stepping forward.  Clarissa reached up
under the short skirt to pull the panties back into proper position.  She slid
her hands over the smooth material to insure there were no wrinkles in it.
"Now back into your natural position."
The captive stepped back and curtseyed again.  She slowly lowered her left knee
to the floor, then brought the right down to join it.  Her head was almost
against her exposed knees.
"Next!"  The Amazon announced loudly as she bounded to her feet.  Danielle
quickly took her place before the helpless captive.
"Rise, Slave Girl."
The young captive looked up, not believing that they intended to spank her
again.  She had been spanked twice already.  That was more than enough.  The
auburn-haired mistress simply stared at her.  Janice realized she had no choice.
She had to do what they wanted.  Once again she struggled to her feet.  She
stood half a meter beyond the Amazon's knees, staring intently at her crotch,
wondering if Danielle's pubic hair was the same shade as the hair on her head.
"Advance, Slave Girl."
Another curtsey, then a step forward.  She felt the woman's fingertips on her
bottom as she woman sought the waistband of her panties.  Danielle drew them
down.
"Now, present you fanny for inspection, Slave Girl."
Janice curtseyed before she turned, spread her feet and bent over.  She no
longer carried that a woman was examining her bare bottom.  She just did not
want to be spanked again.
She felt fingertips on her bottom as the Amazon made several degrading comments
that sounded as though they were compliments.
"Lay yourself across my lap."
She curtseyed before stepping forward to lay herself across the Amazon's lap.
This spanking hurt more than the last. She continued to kick her legs.  She
grunted through the gag with each swat on her fanny.  She realized she was
turning into a slave girl very quickly.
"Now, Slave Girl, rise and let me inspect you bottom again."
She felt Danielle's hands on her bottom as it was inspected again.
"Let me put the panties back on you."
In seconds the Amazon had both hands under Janice short skirt as she pulled the
small satin garment up .into place.
"Now back into your natural position."
In seconds, the captive knelt on the floor again.
"Next!"
Danielle came to her feet.  Another Amazon replaced her and another after her.
They continued until all had a chance to spank Janice's bottom.  Some took a
second and third time since there were few chances to spank a woman on the first
day of her slavery.
When they finished, Janice knelt at the floor, willing to do anything to keep
from being spanked again.  They resolved to give her the opportunity to prove
she did not want a spanking.
While she remained kneeling in this most submissive position, her face almost to
the floor, they rebound her.  While one Amazon held her hands together, another
looped a double strain of cord about the captive's wrists.  After three passes
(so there was a total of six loops of cord about Janice's wrists), she changed
the direction.  The end of one cord passed between her hands while the other
passed between her arms.  This served to cinch the first six loops so the cord
did deeply into Janice's flesh.  When the knots were tied, there was no chance
she could get free.
The Amazons were not finished with her bondage though.  While one woman had
tied her wrists together, another tied one end of another cord to her left upper
arm just above the elbow. She looped it about Janice's right arm and then back
to the left.  When the Amazon stepped away after tying the knots securing her
hands, her sister Amazon pressed her knee against Janice's upper back to give
her leverage.  As she pulled on the working end of the cord, the lovely
captive's elbows were drawn together.
"Come, Slave Girl, you can do better than that."  An Amazon straddled her body,
her crotch on the captive's hands.  "Ohhh.  That feels good."  The mistress
placed one hand on each of Janice's elbows and pressed together.  "Come on,
Slave, ;you act as though you never have been tied up before."
Once Janice's elbows were tightly pressed together, the woman tied a secure
knot.  Janice would not escape from this bondage.
They pulled the lovely captive to her feet without saying anything o her.  She
was only a slave girl so there was no need to say anything.  Her sole reason for
being now was to please them.  She had to do nothing but let them have their
way.
They pulled the abbreviated slave girl outfit from her.  Janice glanced down.
She knew she had good-sized titties but she thought this was ridiculous.  Her
bound arms drew her shoulders back and the same time thrusting her chest
forward.  The supple mounds look twice as large as they had been before.
So intent was Janice on admiring her boobs, that she did not realize that they
had removed the panties.  Except for the garter belt, stockings and heels, she
was completely naked.
Two woman grabbed her arms to lift the upper part of her body, while two more
grabbed her legs.  Janice looked down, and as a result did not see them slide
the bench over before her.  As quickly as the four lifted their captive in the
air, they set her down on this special bench.
It was a foot wide and well padded so the captive would not herself.  (It was
up to a master or mistress to hurt her.)  They set her down so she straddled the
bench with her crotch near the end.  They held her down while two more Amazons
secured her in place.  One leather strap went about her upper arms and upper
back while another went around her lower back just beyond her hands.  Once these
straps were in place, an Amazon pulled the captive's head forward and into a
brace so they could place another strap across the back of her neck.  All Janice
could do was stare down, or slightly ahead of her.
As soon as they had her strapped to the bench, the two who had been holding her
down grabbed her feet to pull them up until her knees were against the sides of
her chest.  The two Amazon's fastening the straps looped another set over her
lower thigh and buckled it.  They then pulled her feet back to her hips.
Another strap secured them in place.
The effect of all these bondage was to have the captive's bottom protrude from
the end of the bench.  They were not done though.  Turning a crank on the front
of the bench, they lowered Janice's head while at the same time raising her
fanny in the air.  The result was that the newly-collared slave girl's bare
bottom not only protruded backwards, it was the highest part of her body.
She was in the perfect position for another spanking.  Bound as she was, there
was nothing she could do about it.
An Amazon stuck a large wooden paddle in Janice's face.  She rubbed it against
the side of her head so she could know it was real.
"Are you ready for another spanking?  This one will be worse than all the
others combined."  She moved it from Janice's face to her upper back.  As she
walked back to the rear of the bench, she slid it across her captive's back.
She then lifted it to rub it against one cheek and then the other.
"I bet about now you would be will to do anything to keep from being spanked."
Janice responded with a grunt.  There was nothing else she could do.  Two
quickly steps brought the Amazon back to the captive's head.  Grabbing Janice's
long hair, she pulled up.  The captive beauty raised her head as much as she
could.  "Are you willing to do anything?" From the slight movement she knew the
slave girl was agreeing.
Clarissa was in position by then.  She had removed the crotch strap of her
leather catsuit so her pubic hair and pussy were available.  She sat in a
special chair that allowed her to lean back.  They rolled the bench over so
Janice's face was at her crotch.
"Be a good little slave girl," one Amazon cooed in her ear, "And I will use
this on you."  She held up an instrument that resembled a dildo.  Well, it was a
dildo of sorts on one end.  On the other there was a shaft and a handle.  The
dildo was misshapened so there were threads.  The Amazon had to literally
screwed the dildo into the recipient.  "I never met a slave girl who did not
enjoy a good screw," she added with a laugh.  "The question is: where does it
go, in your pussy or up your ass.  If you make one sound or fail to please us,
it goes where the sun don't shine."
When the ball gag was removed from her mouth, Janice was all too eager to
please her mistresses.  She planted her mouth on the Amazon's pussy and began to
lick.
The Amazon with the dildo plunger stepped around behind the captive.  She
touched Janice's pussy to get a better idea of where to stick the dildo.
Placing the end against the opening to her love next, she pushed and turned at
the same time.
Janice realized she was moving quickly toward an orgasm.  She did not see how
she could get buy without moaning in pleasure.  They had warned her though about
making noise.  She pressed her face harder against Clarissa's crotch, using her
pussy as a gag.
The Amazon continued to press and turn until the dildo was in all the way.  A
flange on the shaft stopped in from going any further.  The Amazon continued to
turn the handle though so the rubber knobs on the flange rubbed the slave's
pussy.
Clarissa smiled.  She knew Janice had come twice while eating her.  She waited
until the captive had come a third time before leaning forward.  Grabbing a
fistful of hair, she pulled her head up.
"Do you enjoy this, Slave Girl?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, because there are a lot of anxious pussies in this room waiting to see
how good you are."
It took seconds for Clarissa to come to her feet.  Another Amazon was ready to
take her place.  Janice pressed her mouth on this woman's pussy and licked.  She
did not know what this woman looked like, but it did not matter.
She was, after all, just a slave girl.

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Chapter 7
 
     Finally time came to release Janice from the elevator. The straps were
loosened and she was pulled forward. She knelt at their feet before they removed
the blindfold. An Amazon attached ano When they wanted to change Janice's
attire, they did what they wanted to and there was nothing the beautiful
brunette could do about it.  First they  dragged her to her feet.  She stumbled
along after them as they dragged her to part of the room where slave girls'
could be secured as they wanted.  She tried to keep on her feet, but found
herself falling over as they kept her off-balance to keep her under control.
    At the correct spot in the room another Amazon waited holding the end of a
chain that was attached to the ceiling a few meters away.  The two pulled the
beautiful captive upright so the woman could attach the hook on the end of the
chain to the ring on the right side of her collar.  She then walked beyond the
three of them to another chain that hung down from the ceiling.   Janice tried
to look to see what the woman was doing, but an Amazon grabbed her by her hair
at the nape of her neck.  By pulling back as far as she could, she made the
captive stare straight up at the ceiling.  The Amazon pulled the chain over
until she could attach it to the ring on the left side of the slave collar.
    Janice could offer no resistance.
    Now that they had her secured, the Amazons let go of their captive.  Janice
was bound and gagged.  She wore the leather collar of a slave girl.  There was
nothing she could do but obey their every command.
    "Spread your legs apart, Slave Girl."  Janice moved her feet until they
were almost a meter apart.  Her pubic hair and pussy were visible from in front,
but they did not want her to show off her charms (at least not yet).  "Further.
Further!  Get a switch someone.  She needs a lesson in obeying."
    Janice spread her legs as far apart as the chains to her collar would
allow. As she moved her feet apart, her upper body descended.  They had her
spread  her legs until her head had descended so far that the chains were taut.
The Amazons quickly attached leather cuffs to her legs at the ankles, and
attached short chains between rings on the cuffs and rings on the floor.  Janice
could not bring her legs together.  She could not raise her body.
    "We have a new gag for you," Danielle cooed in her face. "I think you will
really enjoy this one."
    Janice's blue eyes opened in horror as the Amazon held up the new gag for
her to see.  This gag was a hard rubber dildo, a full five centimeters long.
The base was attached to a black leather strap so it could be secured in her
mouth.
    Once the strap was buckled (and perhaps locked) in place, there was no way
she could get that shaft out of her mouth.
    "I bet you would just love to make love to this."  As she said this in a
sensuous whisper, she rubbed the tip of the dildo across the captive's upper
lip, then across one cheek to her nose.  She brought it around to the other
cheek, then down to the lower lip.  "Would you like to make love to this?"
Janice knew they would punish her if she did not give them the answer they
wanted.  (Okay, she knew they would probably punish her regardless of what she
said.)  She nodded.
    With a nod of her head, the Amazon signaled one of her sisters to unbuckle
the leather strap holding the ballgag in the slave girl's mouth.  She knew the
strap was free when the Amazon stepped to the side, and the strap went slack on
both sides of Janice's face.  With her left hand she pulled the rubber ball
free.
    As soon as the ball came free, the Amazon raised the dildo toward the
captive's mouth.  "Come on.  Show me what a good little, slave girl you are.
Make love to it."
    Janice had no chance to close her mouth as her captoress immediately had
the tip of the dildo against her lower lip.  She waited for the Amazon to shove
it into her mouth, but that was not to be.  Danielle kept it right there.
Janice had to move her head forward and down to take it in her mouth.
    "Come on, now make love to it!  Make love to it!"  Janice's head began
bobbing up and down on the shaft.  "Faster!  Faster!  See if you can make it
grow!"
    Janice's cheeks blushed as the Amazons erupted into the laughter.  She
guessed it was funny.  There she was, a beautiful and sexy woman going down on a
rubber dick.
    She knew she was done when the Amazon shoved it all the way into her mouth.
The second Amazon was ready to buckle the ends of the strap together to hold  it
in place.
    The shaft went deep into her mouth.  Janice's beautiful blue eyes opened
wide in anxiety as she rubbed her tongue over the shaft.  It was so long!
    Dildos came in many sizes, one centimeter to ten.  The lower numbers
generally were for free women who wondered what it would be like to be the slave
girl to some man.  They could feel the dildo in their mouth without being
oppressed by it.
    Four or five centimeters were the normal length.  Those lengths were enough
for the wearer to know it was in her mouth without being oppressive.  Shorter
ones were used mainly by young women who wondered what it was like to be the
plaything of some man.  They could feel with their tongues every nuance of the
dildo.
    The longer dildos, those more than five centimeters were punishment gags. 
Ram, one of those in a woman's mouth, and she would be capable of saying nothing
else.  The longer it was, the more she would contemplate it in her bondage.  For
extra punishment most stores also offer a 15-centimeter dildo.  With the crown
deep in the wearer's mouth it not only kept her silence, it made her docile
also.  Slap a blindfold on her and give her a few minutes to contemplate the
length of the dildo, and she will be most willing to make use of the real thing.
    On the leather strap, in the middle of the eight brads that held the dildo
to it, was a number corresponding to the length of the shaft on the other side.
For the "toy" dildo-gags, those less than four centimeters, there was  nothing.
All the others had a number.  This way anyone seeing the slave girl's face would
know how long the shaft was in her mouth.  The higher the number, the
more she was being punished.  The longer one of these punishment gags remained
in a slave girl's mouth, the more willing she was to please.
    Janice closed her eyes as she felt the rubber shaft with her tongue.  She
imagined it was pressed against the back of her throat.  She wondered if the
real thing would be this long, or would it be longer.
    With her eyes closed, she missed the next step of her bondage until it
occurred.  She felt something on her face about her eyes.  Her eyelids jerked
open, but there was nothing to see.  They had put a blindfold over her eyes.
Until they wanted her to see again, she would remain in darkness.
    While there were a great many different blindfolds for the Amazons to
choose from, the one they used on the beautiful captive was white satin.  The
accent the utter femininity, the blindfold itself was lined with small, white,
satin ruffles.  An elastic band held it in place.  It would not come off.
    This was just another step in making the captive totally helpless.  They
wanted to resistance from here as they dressed her to make her debut in public
as a slave girl.
    They removed the garterbelt from about her hips.  They replaced it with a
lace corselet.  The undergarment was semitransparent.  It rose to her upper
chest, but did not cover her tits.  The top contoured the bottom of them so it
looked as though her tits were dangling over top the corselet.  The bottom of
the garment outlined her crotch.  The item hid nothing, and accented what was
visible.
    The corselet zippered up the front and laced up the back.  This resulted  in
it clinging very tightly to the curves of her body.  Amid the laces in back was
a metal ring.  This ring was only a centimeter or two above the level of her
navel.  Once they had her dressed as they wished,
the Amazons untied her arms and wrists.  She had no chance of freedom at all
though as they immediately attached a pair of handcuffs to her wrists.
     Once again she was a helpless prisoner.  They used a very small padlock to
secure the link connecting the cuffs to the ring.  With this done, she could not
lower her hands to protect her bare bottom.  They used the cuffs instead of the
ropes because they wanted the ability to free her hands quickly, and secure them
just as quickly.
    They removed the chains that kept her a prisoner in that position.  Even
though the leather cuffs were gone from her ankles, she stood with her legs
spread. She was afraid what they might do to her if she brought them together
without their permission.
    She had accepted totally her new status as a slave girl.  Such an
acceptance would no doubt result in fewer punishments for her, but it destroyed
the Amazons' fun.  They enjoyed watching a woman squirm as she tried to escape
the inevitable.
    They dragged Janice across the room to a wall where there was a  full-length
mirror.  "Spread them!" was the order given when they stopped.  As soon as the
newly-collared slave girl had her feet further apart than her shoulders, they
pulled off the blindfold.
    The image that greeted Janice was that of a beautiful and sexy slave girl.
She blinked a few times, unable to accept the fact that the erotically-dressed
woman before her was her own image.
    "I suppose you find it embarrassing having these exposed."  To insure that
there was no doubt what she spoke of, the Amazon squeezed the captive's boobs
from behind her.  "How about if I cover these girls up for you?"  She pulled
Janice's long tresses around so each large supple mound was partially obscured.
The Amazon arranged them so each nipple protruded into sight.
    The Amazons laughed.
    Clarissa stepped in front of the beautiful captive.  She used the back of
her right hand to stroke Janice's face.  "You have been a good little girl this
afternoon, so good as a matter of fact, that we have a little treat for you."
Janice heard some of the Amazon's snickering but it did not register.  She was
afraid she was going to be punished again.  "We have a while before the coffle
leaves to go into town.  Until it is time, we are going to let you enjoy
yourself."
    With a slight nod her head, she signaled an Amazon to attach one end of a
chain leash to the ring on the front of Janice's collar.  She pulled on the
leash, indicating the slave girl was to follow.  To insure that she did not
hesitate, another Amazon poked her in the fanny with a switch.  Janice knew they
would use the switch on her if she did not obey quickly.
    She trotted across the room after the Amazon.  She stared at the Amazon's
feet, too embarrassed to look around her.  Suddenly she felt her knees grow weak
as she realized where they were taking her.
    A couple of meters ahead of her by the length of the leash, the Amazon had
almost reached the door to the hall.
    They were going to take her out into public!  The Amazon behind her must
have noticed some reaction from the captive as she poked her in the back to keep
her moving.
    Janice trotted through the doorway and into the hall.
    "Face the wall.  Spread them.  Now bend over."
    It was worse than the beautiful captive had ever thought.  In this position,
anyone passing down the hallway could not help but see her pussy.  To make
matters worse, the Amazon attached the working end of the leash to a ring a
meter above the floor.  Janice could not straighten up.  She was forced to stand
there showing off her pussy.
    The Amazons returned to the room to clean it up. Though it was unlikely that
anyone would care what had happened to Janice, they wanted to insure that there
was no trace of her demise. Her clothing was tossed in the trash. Anything else
that could indicate that a free woman had been enslaved was removed. There would
be no trace of Janice's fate once they left the room. For the beautiful captive,
she discovered there was little she could do bound as she was.
     She tried to straighten up, but the short chain leash kept her from raising
her head more than a few centimeters. She looked to the right but her long
tresses were in the way. A glance to the left convinced her that she would have
no better luck on that side either. She thought about bringing her legs
together. Well, she thought about it for about half a second. She knew the
Amazons would not hesitate in punishing her if she did. With the end of her
leash attached to the wall so close to the floor, bringing her legs together
would only raise her bottom in the air. She could not raise her head any further
than the chain would allow. Janice froze as she heard the sounds of men's voices
at the far end of the hall. She listened intently. They were coming down the
hall toward her. With her legs spread, her body bent over, they could not help
but see her pussy.
     She tried to draw her knees as close together as she could without moving
her feet. The men saw her pussy, but it would have been hard for them to miss
it. But Janice showed off something they had seen many times before on other
slave girls. It was hard to go anywhere without seeing the tits and pussy of one
or more slave girls on display. All they gave Janice was a glance. She was only
a slave girl. She deserved no more. There were others coming and going while the
beautiful captive displayed her wares. Some came up the stairs to the floor,
other emerged from rooms to go down. Most paid her no attention. Only one paused
for a second, just long enough to reach down between her spread legs to grab a
handful of pubic hair. Janice grunted when she jerked on it, and then blushed in
embarrassment as he laughed at her reaction. Though Janice thought she was on
display in the hall for an hour or two, the amount of time she spent alone was
only fifteen minutes.
     The Amazons had cleaned out the room. If they needed a room, the innkeeper
would rent them another.
      "Let's go, Slave Girl."
      As one Amazon grabbed a fistful of hair, another removed the chain leash
from the ring on the front of her collar. It was still slapping against the wall
when she attached the end of a longer chain leash to that ring. With a nod, she
signaled the other Amazon to pull the captive upright.       "Come along, Slave
Girl."
      The Amazon walked down the hallway toward the back of the inn. The slave
girl thought there were steps at the end of the hall, but they did not go that
far. They stopped at the slave elevators. Put high heels on a slave girl and she
will have trouble moving up and down stairs. Add a blindfold and she will not
move anywhere. Steps are out of the question. To enable masters and mistresses
to move slave girls from one floor of the inn to another, they had special
elevators. Operated by ropes and counterweights, there was little to the device.
     An Amazon turned a crank to bring one of the cars to that floor. When it
arrived, she locked it into position. Now it was time to take care of Janice.
The Amazon with the leash used it to pull her toward the opening in the wall.
When the captive was less than a meter from it, an Amazon grabbed her by both
shoulders so she could turn her about. She maneuvered the beautiful captive
about so her back was to the opening, then pushed her backwards so Janice had to
step back. The first thing they did was to fasten a leather strap across her
flat tummy. Once this was buckled, it was impossible for her to leave the
elevator. They pulled a shelf up that had padding on each end. The shelf forced
her to keep her legs apart so her pussy was instantly available. One strap went
about each lower thigh immediately above the knee. Another strap went over each
ankle. The lower half of her body was now secured to the elevator so she could
not move it.
     The Amazons then fastened a heavy collar about the captive's throat. It was
similar to a posture collar as it forced the wearer to keep her chin in the air.
She could not move her head to either side. With the strap across her throat,
she could not bend the upper part of her body forward.
     Another Amazon began fastening a strap across the slave girl's upper chest
immediately above her large titties while an Amazon fastened a leather blindfold
over her eyes. Light to her eyes was cut off by a pair of leather pads. A
leather strap about her head pressed these pads against her eyes. Janice moved
her eyes around to try to see out beyond the pads, but this blindfold was too
efficient to let that happen. She would see nothing until they removed it. While
she was doing that, she did not realize that they were position padded supports
on either side of her head so she could not move it from one side or the other.
By then, the final strap was in position. An Amazon ran it across her chest
below her large boobs.
     This all left the captive incapable of moving at all. She could squirm
about a little, but that was it.
     "By Janice. Have fun."
     The slave girl recognized Clarissa's voice. She felt fingertips between her
legs playing with her pussy. The fingers withdrew as she heard a giggle. The
others did the same to her. Janice could do nothing but stand there. They got
her close to an orgasm before stopping. Nothing was said to her. (There was
nothing to say to her since she was only a slave girl.)
     Suddenly she felt the elevator car begin to drop. She had no idea how far
down it went. All she knew was that it stopped. She expected them to free her
for some new torment, but they did not come. Janice stood there and waited.
     And waited. And waited.
     The Amazons were in no hurry. The Amazons had plans to make. The foremost
thing in their schedule was the timing of the coffle into town. They had several
hours to go so they could play with their newly-collared captive. They knew what
was in store for Janice once Shelley had her hands on the beautiful brunette.
They would play with her. It would go far to make her servitude even worse. ther
leash.
     "You have been a real good, little slave girl, Janice, so I think you
deserve a reward. Would you like to be rewarded for your behavior?"
     While Janice was certain that what they had in store for her would not be
pleasant, she knew better than to offer any resistance. She nodded. She just
hoped it was not another spanking. Anything would be better than that.
     "Let us go, Slave Girl."
     The handcuffed captive staggered to her feet as the Amazon pulled up on the
leash. They gave her no chance to realize where she was. They made her run down
the hall.
     "Kneel on here."
     All Janice saw was the platform before her. She raised her left knee in the
air to rest it on it, then brought the right up to join it. An Amazon on each
side of her pulled her up the rest of the way.
     "Spread your knees. Further. Further!"
     As Janice moved her knees apart, she moved them off the platform. Beyond it
on each side was a padded post. Janice put her knee on the post on that side. An
Amazon pulled a pair of straps up. Quickly she thrust the working end through
the buckle on the end of the other. As soon as her right knee was perched atop
that post, another Amazon strapped it down.
     The reason the Amazons had replaced her rope bondage was made evident. It
took only second to free her hands. One Amazon held each wrist which they pulled
forward. By then Janice realized they were about to put her into a pillory.
      The upper board had been raised into the air to reveal the three grooves
in the lower board. She let them guide her hands down to the outer grooves.
Rather than pull her hands through, they simply placed her hands on the wood.
     "Put your head here."
     She had to support her weight with her hands as she lowered her head toward
the larger, center groove. As soon as her throat was against it, they pulled her
hands forward. The beautiful captive looked to her right. She saw that hand
hanging through the groove. Almost immediately it became encircled with wood as
the upper board came down. She looked to the left. The situation of her left
hand was the same as her right. She watched as an Amazon attached a large
padlock to a pair of rings. Once it was in place, she could not get out.
     "Do you know what these stocks are?"
    Janice shook her head as best you could.
    "These are availability stocks. Do you know what they are used for?"
    Janice answered by opening her eyes wide. She did not have to see to know
what she looked like. She was bent over with legs spread and her pussy exposed.
She was available. The Amazons laughed as they went to a table in front of the
captive. From here they could watch Janice's face. She would enjoy what was
about to happen to her. Her face would reflect the agony she felt as she
realized she was rapidly turning into a most obedient slave girl.
     There were several slave girls in positions such as this throughout the
inn. (The innkeeper knew how to take care of his customers.) There was no need
for them to pick out a slave girl to use. They were there ready to be used. The
Amazons knew that the likelihood of someone picking Janice would be quite
remote. Therefore, they paid several men to avail themselves of her position,
      Janice looked around at her bondage in hopes of finding some way to
escape. There was none, of course. Even if she had escaped, the first free
person who found her would tie her up.      She wore a collar. She was a slave
girl. She heard the men's voices behind her. She blushed at the thought of them
being able to see her pussy. When they remained standing behind her, she
realized what they intended to do. She tried to pull her wrists through the
wooden circles, but could not. It took only a few seconds for her to come the
first time. The men continued talking as she came a second and a third.
     "I hope he never comes,"
     Janice thought to herself as she felt another orgasm on its way. She
grunted her disapproval when he was done. He ignored her. After all, she was
merely another slave girl. The other man replaced him. Had she been listening,
Janice could have learned quite a lot about playing the stock market. Her
thoughts were elsewhere.
      She was totally exhausted by the time he was finished. She hung her head
low in shame as they walked away. Shame, because she wished they would stay. Her
wishes were immediately answered as another man took their place, and their was
another behind him.
      "I think she is starting to like it too much," Danielle said as she sipped
her glass of white wine.       "I know," Clarissa said with a smile. From the
look on the captive's face it was evident that she was undergoing another
orgasm. "But we know what is in store for her. She is going to look back upon
this afternoon as the good old days."

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Chapter 8

     So you may be wondering: What happened to Paulette during this time?  As it
was, her fate was not dissimilar to Janice's.
     When last we left her, she was in the hallway, tethered to a ring on the
wall so she had to remain bent over.  Her legs were spread far apart, the normal
position for any slave girl.  With an extremely short miniskirt and no panties,
her pussy was visible to all.  She was positive that every man who came by would
take advance of her helplessness.  She tensed as she heard someone coming down
the hall toward her.  The person drew nearer and nearer, and then passed by.
Paulette turned her head to the left to look to try to see if it was a man or a
woman, but her long tresses were in the way.  She concluded it was a woman.  She
could think of no other reason why a free person would not take advantage of her
condition.
      She thought the same about the second person.  Then the third.
      The next two came down the hall together.  As they conversed in low tones,
she knew they were men.  She tensed her body again, knowing they would stop.
They would use their fingers first to explore her pussy.  Then, no doubt, they
would move onto her large bosom.  Then they would---
     Walk right by without paying her any attention at all.
      She gave a muffled grunt of protest.  She knew she was beautiful.  She
knew she was sexy.  What she could not understand was why no one paid her the
slightest bit of attention.
The problem was of course that she was just another slave girl on display.  In
the position, she looked no different from the other 20 or 30 slave girls out on
display in that tavern.  Because of her position, her most endearing asset,
those pair of tremendously large boobs, was obscured by her body.
      After a few more occurrences like that, Paulette's ego had taken a severe
beating.  She wondered why no one wanted to use her.  She began to wish that
someone would stop.  She did not care even if it was a mistress.  She just
wanted someone to acknowledge that she was beautiful and sexy.
      Finally someone did stop for the buxom brunette.  Her name was Peggy
Phrack and she was a whipmistress employed by the tavern.  Her interest in the
beautiful brunette was not carnal, but rather monetary.  Janice had paid her to
take care of Paulette while she was out of the town.  The tall woman had other
things to do.  One slave girl standing in a hallway meant nothing to her.
Janice's instructions had been to keep her some place in public, and then to put
her out for a delivery service.
      Peggy finally got around to Paulette after the beautiful captive had been
standing in the hall for an hour.
      The whipmistress pulled the leather blindfold from her belt.  It consisted
of a pair of leather pads, lined on the inside with foam rubber, and a leather
strap.  She loosely buckled the ends together, then slipped it over Paulette's
head.  Using her left hand, she adjusted the position of the pads so both eyes
were covered.  She then pulled the working end of the strap with her right hand.
As the strap grew tighter about her head, it pressed the leather pads against
her eyes.  These pads in turn caused the foam rubber to conform to the contours
of her face.  When the whipmistress stuck the pin through the hold and tucked
the end of the strap through a leather loop, no light at all could get through
to the eyes of the captive.
      The woman then unsnapped the end of the tether leash from the ring on the
front of Paulette's collar.  She pulled the captive upright while her right hand
removed a chain leash from her belt.  She attached the end of it to the ring in
front.
      "Come on, Slave Girl."
      Nothing else needed to be said as Paulette was nothing more than another
slave girl.  Maybe she did not think she was one, but she wore the leather slave
collar of a slave girl.  In the eyes of everyone she was a slave girl.  (Had
Janice been caught and convicted of collaring a free woman within the walls of
the city, she would have been convicted and sentenced to be sold.  As for
Paulette, since she wore a slave collar, she obviously deserved to be a slave
girl.  She, also, would be sold.)
     The whipmistress led the beautiful captive down various halls toward the
back of the tavern where the slave kennels were located.  Unused to walking
blindfolded and bound and in high heels, her progress was necessarily slow.  The
mistress had to jerk several times on the leash as an unspoken message for the
captive to hurry up.
      Now Peggy was no fool.  Every slave girl knew that if she did not obey
each command without hesitation, she could expect to be punished.  She suspected
that this brunette had not worn a collar very long.  (She did not, however,
suspect the truth.  No woman could possibly be so naive as to allow herself to
be collared.)
     The kennels of the tavern consisted of a large communal room where slave
girls could be kept for the night.  With them all in once place it was easier
for the guards to keep an eye on them.  No, there was no chance at all for them
to escape, but there was the very real possibility that they could be rustled.
(Free women could be kidnaped.  Slave girls, lacking the status of free women,
could only be rustled.)
      There were alcoves to the sides where slave girls could be prepared
according to their masters' and mistresses' instructions.  At the same time the
captives were in a semi-public area where everyone could enjoy their charms.
      There were also a number of private rooms.  If a slave girl deserved some
special punishment (or pleasure), the whipmistresses could use the room.
      Whipmistresses were always women.  (Duh.)  The guards were usually men.
Both masters and mistresses knew a man might feel some sympathy toward a slave
girl when it came time to punish her bottom.  A woman had no such reserve.  They
could be counted on to deliver as many blows to a slave's bottom as was
required.  (And, of course, since they were not as strong, the risk of doing
real damage to a slave girl was less.)
      Peggy led Paulette to one of the alcoves.  She stopped, and had to grab
the captive by the shoulders to keep her from walking from her.  Yes, it was
plainly evident that this slave had little experience.  Her instructions had not
included any punishment, but she felt something was in order.  A slave girl
staggering around while under her control was embarrassing.
     While she had hold of the brunette's shoulders, she turned her in the
proper position.  She kept hold of the leash as she stepped a few meters to her
right to get the end of a chain running to a post.  She stepped back to attach
it to the ring on the left side of Paulette's slave collar.  In seconds she had
a change attached to the ring on the other side.
      Now that she knew the slave girl could not run off, she removed the leash
from the ring in front.
      "Spread you legs apart."
       The tall mistress ran a chain to the captive's right ankle.  At the end
was a leather cuff which she wrapped around her lower leg just above the ankle.
There was no need to lock it.  There was no way the captive could get it off.
In seconds she had the other legs similarly secured so Paulette had to stand
with her legs spread wide apart.
      She paced about the captive once.  She had not realized how voluptuous a
figure this slave had.  She paused in front of her, staring at the brunette's
large titties.  Slowly her tongue rubbed across her lower lip.  Yes, very
voluptuous.  Stepping forward, she removed the clothing so she could study her
captive in all her natural beauty.
      She stepped back to get a look at Paulette's boobs in relation to the rest
of her body.  While her own tits were big, they did not compare at all to the
slave girl's.  The idea for a fitting punishment began to take shape in her
mind.
      The general toxic pollution of the environment had resulted in
near-priapism for men.  On women, the result had been the presence of seemingly
oversized bosom.  Even "small" ones were quite large.  Huge ones the size of
Paulette's were not rare, but neither were they common place.  They had a name
for slave girls with boobs that large.
     Cows.
      The first thing she needed was a different gag.  The one the brunette wore
was a regular ballgag.  She needed a harness of some sort to carry out her plan.
Going to the one of the cabinets on the wall she went through the collection of
gags until she found a ballgag harness.  That would work fine.
      Stepping around behind the naked captive, she parted Paulette's hair,
throwing one half over each shoulder so it hung down in front partially hiding
her boobs.  The exposed the nape of her neck, and the buckle of the strap
holding the rubber ball in the captive's mouth.  Once it was free, she reached
over both of Paulette's shoulders.  "Open wide."  As soon as she felt the slave
girl's lower jaw move, she jerked the rubber ball out with her left hand.
Before Paulette could close her mouth, the whipmistress was pressing the bright
red rubber ball of the ballgag harness against her mouth.  Quickly it slid in,
silencing the captive once again.
       Using both hands, she pulled both ends of the black leather neck strap
behind Paulette's head.  It took only seconds to get the working end thrust
through the buckle on the other end.  With her left hand braced against the
slave girl's head to hold it steady, she pulled with her right so the rubber
ball was drawn deep within the captive's mouth.
      Paulette could make no sounds above a muffled grunt.  Everything was as it
should be.  Slave were not meant to speak.  They had only to please.
      The whipmiestrees then drew the blindfold up over Paulette's head,
discarding it on a nearby chair.  Even as she turned her head back to the
captive, her left hand was seeking the harness where it hung down from her
mouth.  She drew it up the brunette's face so the black leather cheek straps
came together at the bridge of her nose.  From them a single strap continued up
over her head and down in back where it fastened to the neck strap.
      Peggy stepped around in front of the captive to get at the remaining
straps.  The cheek straps were attached to the neck strap barely a centimeter
from each side of Paulette's mouth.  Half a centimeter beyond that, chin straps
dangled down.  Quickly she threaded the working end through the buckle on the
other end.
     "Bite down on the ball."
      Paulette's eyes grew wide as the woman pushed her head back.
      "Bite harder!  Bite harder!"
      Finally Peggy was able to use her thumb to stick the pin through the hole
in the strap.        Paulette tried to loosen her grip on the rubber ball
between her teeth, but found the chin strap prohibited her from doing that.  She
could not believe that anything could force her to be more silent than that
ballgag, but she had to admit that this new gag certainly did a much more
thorough job.
      The mistress stepped back to get the blindfold from the chair.  She did
not want the slave girl to know what was about to happen to her.  While it would
be fun punishing her if she struggled, she wanted to get this started and then
move on.
      So many slave girls, so little time.
      She loosened the strap a little so she could fit it down over the
beautiful brunette's head.  When she pulled the working end of the strap as far
as it would not, Paulette could see nothing.
She reached for the leash, but paused.  Maybe a change of bondage would be in
order.  Paulette's legs would be spread.  Perhaps something that kept her arms
spread would finish the position.
The spreader bar was a meter and a half long.  One end she strapped to the
brunette's left wrist.  Once she had the handcuffs off, she used her left hand
on the bar to push Paulette's left arm to the left while her right dragged the
right over to the cuff attached to the end.
      Before proceeding she slowly walked about the captive.  She smiled in
pride at her craftsmanship.  Paulette looked every bit as beautiful, sexy, and
helpless as she wanted.
She removed the leather cuffs from about her ankles.  This allow Paulette to
straighten up a little.  (She started to bring her feet together, then
remembered she was supposed to be a slave girl.  She had to keep them apart if
she did not want to be punished.)
      The whipmistress attached the end of the leash to the ring on the front of
the brunette's collar again before removing one, then the other chains attached
to the rings on the right and left sides.
Paulette had no idea where she was going.  All she knew was she was bare-ass
naked, bound and gagged.
       The route they took led back to the main part of the tavern.  That was
where there was the greater chance of men finding Paulette.  Peggy knew exactly
where to go.  Where the hall widened between the cafe and the great room, she
knew many men would pass by.  It was here that she had Paulette stop.  At her
urging the buxom captive spread her legs far apart so the mistressd could secure
them with chains and leather cuffs.  The chains held her legs far apart.  She
could not bring them together to protect her pussy.
      Peggy attached one end of a chain through a hole in the center of the
spreader bar.  The chain ran up through a pulley attached to the ceiling.  When
she pulled on it, the captive had no choice but to raise her arms in the air, at
the same time bending out.
      Her naked butt stuck out.  She ran her hands over Paulette's round bottom,
tasting each sensuous curve with her fingertips.
      There was more though.  Peggy's plan included more than merely having
Paulette available for men to use.  The buxom slave girl had to actively solicit
use of her body.  That would be her punishment for having such large titties.
      The whipmistress went down the hall a short distance to a supply room
where she selected the item she needed.  She held it tightly to keep from giving
away her plan as she approached the naked captive.  She felt confident that with
boobs as large as hers, this brunette had suffered through this often before,
but this would be an added treat.  She would not expect this from a stranger at
a tavern.  She paused in front of the captive.  With boobs that big, there was
no reason for Paulette not to expect this treatment, Peggy thought to herself.
Women might laugh at women with bigger bosom, but actually they were jealous.
With Peggy' s long, lean frame, her tits were the perfect size for her build.
But she could not help but know that Paulette's were bigger, much bigger.  She
deserved to be punished for that..
       The blindfolded captive felt someone doing something to the chin strap of
her ballgag harness.  She hoped they were loosening it, but it was as tight as
ever when the person let go.  More than that, though, she felt something hanging
from it.
       The mistress who removed the blindfold had moved around behind her.  Her
hand went from Paulette's face to her left tit.  Two fingers gently gripped
nipple.  She applied a little pressure as she rolled cone back and forth,
gradually making it hard and pointed.
      The msitress tossed the blindfold over her right shoulder to free that
hand.  With it she grabbed the other tit.  In seconds she had Paulette very
aroused.  During this process, Paulette had remained motionless, not want to
give her mistress the satisfaction of knowing just how close she was to an
orgasm.
      "Do you like this, Slave Girl?"  Paulette knew better than to shake her
head "no."  Besides, it did feel good.  She wished the mistress would put her
hand between her legs.  She nodded enthusiastically.
      As she nodded, the cow bell attached to the chin strap jangled.  Paulette
froze.
     "Keep it up.  The ringing of that bell makes me almost as hot as you are."
     To add emphasis to the statement, she pinched the brunette's nipple.
Reluctantly, Paulette nodded again.  The sounds of the cow bell echoed through
the halls of the tavern.  She glanced in one direction, than the other to see if
anyone was coming.  She did not want anyone to see her like this.  What if some
man should come by and see her!
      What a perfect punishment, Peggy thought as she continued to knead the
brunette's giant mounds,  Any women with boobs that big not only deserved to be
a slave girl, she deserved to have to flaunt her charms.  Everyone who heard
that ringing would know that it signaled the presence of an extreme big-chested
slave girl.  Free women and slave girls alike would laugh (or in the case of
slave girls snicker through their gags),
      While women would take pleasure in the humiliation of a buxom slave girl,
the pleasure men would take would be more physical.  By ringing that bell the
brunette was calling anyone and everyone to use her.
     The mistress moved her left hand from that tit across her flat belly to her
pubic hair.  The mistress rubbed her fingertips back and forth.
     "I bet you are really get hot."
     The cow bell continued to clang loudly as the brunette nodded.  She knew
she did not dare stop.  When this was over, she would get her revenge on Janice.
She would convince her to allow herself to be bound as a slave girl.  Then she
would have her revenge.  Well, not completely, perhaps.  Janice's boobs were a
pair of handfuls, but they were no way as large as hers.  She would not justify
wearing a cowbell.
     "I am going to keep listening.  You keep ringing that bell or else."
Peggy's hand went from the captive's crotch to her tit again.  "If I no longer
hear the bell ringing, I am going to come back here and give you twenty hard
swats here," she pinched Paulette's bottom on the left, "And here," a pinch on
the other cheek, "And here," She squeezed the left tit.  "And here."  She
squeezed the right one.  "And since twenty more will make it an even hundred,
the last twenty will go here." Her hand went down between the captive's legs,
     Paulette's long, dark hair kept her from seeing to the left.  She did not
know if the mistress had left or not.  The cow bell jangling under her chin made
so much noise she could hear nothing. She knew the woman would be able to hear
it many meters away.
     Her head went up and down, up and down.  The cow bell clanged loudly
through the tavern.
It did not take long for a couple of men to come see her.  They knew what the
sound indicated.  They wanted to see how big this slave girl's titties actually
were.
     Paulette froze when she saw them coming.  She pleaded with them with her
eyes but they ignored her.  One man elbowed the other aside to stand directly in
front of her.  She felt his hands fondling her dangling titties.  She jerked her
body up to try to get free from his grasp, but of course that was impossible.
He merely squeezed tighter.
     "Do you think they are the same size?"
     "There is only one way to find out."
     The first man removed his hand from Paulette's left tit.  He formed his
thumbs and index fingers into a circle and slid them over the tit.  When his
hand was against the brunette's chest, he squeezed tighter.
     "I'm having trouble getting my hand around it!"  Both men erupted in
laughter as the man moved his hands from one tit to the other.  Bound as she
was, Paulette could see nothing, but she certainly could feel it.
     "Let me check to make sure."
     His hands went back to the right tit, then the left.
     "I would say they are the same size.  What about you?"
     Now it was time for the second man to fondle her titties.
     Against her will, Paulette found herself becoming aroused.  The bell was
humiliating, but these men playing with her tits was.....nice.  She wished they
would play with them some more, but they walked around behind her.  She was sure
Ronor would enjoy doing that.
     Her head jerked back, causing the cow bell attached to the gag to ring.
She had been so absorbed with them playing with her dangling boobs that she
forgotten about her exposed pussy.  They knew what was there.  She felt their
fingers exploring it.  Bound as she was, she could do nothing to stop them.
     She knew what was going to happen.  She made little grunting noises to show
her display, but since she wore the leather collar of a slave girl, no one really
cared.  The men had moved behind her where her exposed pussy was completely
available.
     Her head jerked back again, causing the cow bell to ring.  The man wanted
to hold those marvelous titties, but could not.  He had to be content to hold
her hips as he thrust forward.
As his hips struck her bare bottom, Paulette's head jerked back.  The bell rang
once, twice, again and again.
     She felt herself coming.  Her hands struggled with the leather straps
holding them against the ends of the bar, but nothing she did would allow her
any freedom.  Through her gag she uttered a cry of pleasure as she came for the
first time.  The men did not hear it as the movement of her head was ringing the
cow bell almost continuously.
     She wanted release, but none was coming.  She felt another orgasm
approaching, and the man displayed no signs of wanting to quite.  Once again her
cry of pleasure was muffled by the gag and masked by the sounds of the cow bells
ringing.  She felt herself coming a third time, and then a fourth.  The fifth
occurred just before the man was done.
     She hung limply in her bondage.  It was the greatest sexual experience she
had ever had.
And the other man had not taken his turn yet.
     Primed as she was by the first man's use of her body, she came rapidly.
The orgasms came quickly and as loudly as the rubber ball filling her mouth
would allow.
     She wanted more but she was too tired to beg for it when he was done.
     She heard them walk away discussing the price of horses.  She had played
her part her their daily pleasure.  Now their discussion had turned to something
important.
     She realized the mistress would know she was not ringing the cow bell.  She
jerked her head up-and-down, up-and-down.  She did not want to be punished.
     And if she was lucky, maybe she would attract more men by signaling to all
that her titties were delightfully large.