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
college 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.

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Chapter 9

Gina tried to resist when they grabbed her, really she did. She tried to
bring her arms up so she could hit them, but their hands drew hers behind her
back. There was little she could do as they had their plan all worked out. Not
that they had to discuss it among themselves, of course, they all knew what to
do. They had done this often before.
When one Amazon grabbed each arm, Gina turned her head to look back. A
third Amazon grabbed her tits and squeezed tightly. When the beautiful brunette
opened her mouth to complain, a fourth Amazon shoved the gag into her mouth.
This was a padded bit gag, foam rubber wrapped about a wooden dowel with a
covering of black leather. Once it was in her mouth, she was doomed. She
pushed against it with her tongue but could not get it out.
The Amazons pushed her down to her knees. Though this was a submissive
position, they did it to keep their captive from fighting back. She could not
kick them, and neither could she resist as they bound and undressed her. She
was now totally at their mercy. Of course they had none.
And her bondage had not yet begun.
They pushed her head down so she could only look toward the ground in front
of her knees. The fourth Amazon quickly thrust the working end of one strap
through the buckle on the other. She jerked, drawing the gag as deeply into the
future captive's mouth. Gina was totally gagged by now. She could make
grunting sounds, but none that could be heard more than a few meters away. No
one who heard these muffled cries would come to help her. (Okay, anyone who
came across her would not help her, but that is another story.)
At the same time they were applying the gag to their beautiful captive, the
Amazon's were binding her arms. One Amazon held both of the beautiful young
woman's hands together as though they intended to tie them. Another Amazon
though looped a rope about Gina's upper arms just above the elbow. She had a
loop tied in one end of the rope. After half a dozen passes about the upper
arms, she thrust the working end through the loop. Placing her left knee
against the kneeling woman's side, she pulled, drawing the elbows together. A
series of knots insured that she could not get her arms apart.
With her upper arms bound securely, there was little the beautiful captive
could do to keep them from tying her wrists together. She tried to move her
hands apart, but of course her bondage prohibited her from moving them more than
a few centimeters. Quickly they slipped a loop about one wrist. From there it
was easy for them to pass the rope about both. The Amazons pulled the ropes as
tight as they could before tying a knot.
Gina felt the loose rope about her wrists. She thought she could escape if
they gave her a chance. What she did not realize was that with her upper arms
bound as they were, she could not move her arms enough to allow her to slip her
hands out of the loop.
The Amazons had no intention of allowing their captive the slightest
opportunity to escape. As soon as the knots were tied, one end of the rope was
passed between her bound hands and the other between her lower arms. When
pulled tight and knotted, the ropes about her wrists were so tight that she had
no chance at all of escaping.
Even as they were binding her arms securely behind her, other Amazons were
at work. Their shape disrobing knives sliced through the material of her
clothing without cutting the soft flesh underneath. When they had her clothing
slashed to her knees, they pulled her forward to allow one Amazon to raise the
captive's feet off the ground. With this advantage, they had no trouble
removing the remainder of her clothing, and her shoes.
She was totally naked as they began adding ropes to her body, ropes that
would not only serve to further immobilize her, but would provide unfathomable
humiliation for a free woman. The Amazons reasoned that a free woman forced to
act as a slave girl, would prefer to wear a slave collar than to suffer through
the jeers and taunts of others.
One set of ropes went about each lower thigh immediately above the knee.
There were four loops altogether before they tied a simple loop in the rope that
was on the inside. To do this, they had the captive on her knees with her
bottom raised in the air. Once both ropes were tied, they pushed her down so
her bottom rested on her ankles.
Another rope went about her chest just below those deliciously large tits.
Again they tied a loop on each side.
A meter-long bar was slid under her elbows and tied to the ropes there.
Another was placed against her back and ropes run about her slender waist.
There was a slight delay as an Amazon attached a belled strap to the
brunette's right leg immediately above the ankle. She pulled it tight before
buckling it. There was no need to use a lock. Gina would not be able to get to
the buckles to undo them. When the strap was about her left leg, they were
ready to proceed to the next step.
The Amazons looked at one another to coordinate what they wanted to do.
With a nod, they pushed the captive backwards so she lay on her bound arms. An
Amazon grabbed each foot to drag it out from under the naked captive.
Gina was in no position to do anything as they pulled her feet back toward
her head. When her feet were over halfway, they pushed down, forcing her knees
down to the sides of her chest. Quickly an Amazon threaded one end of a leather
thong through the loop on the side of her chest. She tied the end of one to the
loop on the captive's thigh.
While she did this, another Amazon lifted the captive's head in the air so
Gina had to look down her body. The mistress had both hands on the back of the
brunette's head so the nape of her neck was free. The Amazon threaded the thong
under the captive's head. Another Amazon took the working end and started
threading the end through the loop on the ropes on that side. The first Amazon
adjusted the placement of a padded pad so it was against the captive's neck.
The other Amazon finished tying a knot in the rope so Gina was locked in
this position.
The Amazons stepped back to admire the work they had done. Gina lay on her
back with her legs spread so both her pussy and ass were clearly visible to
anyone standing before her. The twin bars across her back prohibited her from
rolling onto either side. What she could do was rock and forth, and kicked her
feet up and down. Either action caused the bells on her ankles to ring.
People had to be drawn to the source of the sound. The more she struggled, the
more attention she drew to herself.
As an added humiliation, the strap about the back of her neck forced her to
hold her head up so she stared down her body. She could see her large, naked
boobs, as well as her bush. More importantly from the Amazons point of view was
that it enabled her to see anyone watching her.
The Amazons stood around her laughing. One prodded her pussy with the toe
of her boot.
"Maybe we should take her down by the road. Maybe someone will come along
and take pity on her and let her go."
The Amazons laughed at that. Gina made her own muffled protests. She did
not want anyone seeing her bound as she was. She knew no one would help her.
If they could, anyone would merely slip a leather slave collar about her neck
and claim her as their own.
In that position, any man could have her if he wished. (Gina had snubbed
many men so she knew at least one of them would come by if the Amazons moved her
into a public place.)
"We will come back for you. You just keep on struggling, and who knows?
Maybe someone will come rescue you."
That elicited more laughter from the Amazons. Only a fool would free a
bound woman. Gina was still a free woman, but there were few things in life
more satisfying that forcing a beautiful captive to beg for a slave collar.
They found Cindi where they had left her. She thrashed about on the ground
but could not get free. The Amazons had bound her in a hogtie that insured her
presence when they returned.
"Let us see what kind of goods we have to work with."
They cut the rope connecting the blonde's feet to a rope about her chest.
Her wrists were still bound and her arms were bound securely against her body.
Her legs were still tied at the ankle and the lower thigh. Cindi was going
nowhere.
They dragged the blue-eyed captive to her feet. A disrobing knife slashed
the ropes encircling her chest and upper arms above and below her large tits.
The Amazon then went to work on her top. A slash here, a slash there, and the
tattered garment fell away. The white cotton bra offered no more resistance
than the top had.
"Nice pair."
That summed it up admirably according to Amazon standards. They already
knew she was a beautiful blonde, but she had been hiding those oversized titties
of hers. She would make a most suitable slave girl.
The disrobing knife next cut away the rope about her lower thighs. Her
slacks and panties were next.
"Hey! She is a natural blonde," an Amazon giggled as she grabbed a fistful
of hair. The young blonde struggled, but there was nothing she could do. She
was destined to become a slave girl no matter what she did.
An Amazon slipped a leather blindfold over the captive's beautiful eyes.
Foam rubber lined each pad so when the strap was pulled tight, the leather pad
forced the foam rubber to foam to the contours of her face. No light got
through to the captive's eyes. She was more helpless than before.
"I am going to guide you. Just come to you feet and follow me."
The Amazon grabbed both of Cindi's nipples and pulled up. The blonde tried
to come to her feet to relieve the pressure, but the mistress was more mobile.
When the captive was on her feet, she pulled forward on them, indicating she was
to follow.
Cindi tried to back away, to get away from that woman's grip on her
titties.
A pair of Amazons standing behind her (in case such an emergency arose)
shoved her to her knees.
"I see a little persuasion is in order."
The Amazon pulled a pair of pliers from her belt. They were needle-nosed,
but blunt so the tips would not hurt the captive. The Amazon reached down with
the pliers to grab a small amount of Cindi's public hair. She twisted her hand
as she pulled up.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Cindi tried to come to her feet to take the strain off her pubic hair but
could not. She had not yet mastered the ability to kneel and then rise with her
hands bound behind her.
"Do you promise to behave?"
The beautiful blonde nodded. Nothing they did to her could be any worse
than that.
The Amazon opened the pliers to fit them over Cindi's right nipple. She
allowed the handles to come together so the young captive would know they were
there without feeling any pain.
"If you misbehave again, I use this on these girls. Understand?"
The blonde nodded. She was learning the obedience expected of a slave
girl. Not that any woman could not be trained given enough time, but Cindi was
proving to be particularly susceptible to her new position in life. The Amazons
were quick to attribute that to the fact that Cindi was a blonde.
To the Amazons, a blonde was fit to be nothing more than a slave girl.
Though publicly made no statements regarding blondes, a careful observer would
realize that there were no blonde Amazons. While it was true that blondes were
recruited, they always found themselves wearing slave collars instead of the
black leather of an Amazon.
"Get up."
Cindi struggled to her feet. Again the Amazon grabbed her by the nipples
to guide her across their compound. She made no effort to resist. The Amazon's
touch was not painful, and actually a little pleasant (though Cindi would never
admit that).
Their destination was not far from where Andrea had begged to become a
slave girl earlier in the day. This pavilion was larger, it had to be since
they were going to force two free women to beg to be made into slave girls at
the same time instead of just one.
The Amazons had prepared the area for the submission of the two by dragging
a pair of wooden punishment benches to one side.
These punishment benches were padded to insure that the captive did not
accidently hurt herself. At the front there was a pillory. The Amazons already
had the upper pieces raised and locked open to make it easier to accommodate the
captives. The forty centimeter-wide benches were inclined so the captives'
heads would be lower than her bottom. Near the pillory the benches narrowed to
barely ten centimeters in width.
Several sturdy timbers held the bench in position. Attached to them were
the necessary leather straps needed to secure the captive in position so she
could not squirm about. Once secured to this bench, she would not be able to
get free until they allowed her to do so.
Two Amazons lifted the naked blonde in the air. They pull her forward so
she straddled the raised end of the bench. The Amazons then drew her feet up to
hold them in place with leather cuffs.
At this point they removed the blindfold. It not longer whether the
beautiful blonde saw what they were going to do to her. She was helplessly
bound. She could do nothing to resist.
One Amazon pushed her upper body forward, while another held it up so she did
not fall forward and hurt herself. Once she lay on the padded bench, they
passed straps across her lower back near her bottom, and at her upper back.
The next step was to secure the pillory in place. Two Amazons gradually
lowered the upper piece down until it was against the nape of the blonde's neck.
A block of wood attached to that piece forced her to keep her head bowed toward
the floor. She could see nothing but the base of the punishment bench.
The upper piece locked as soon as the two pieces of wood made contact.
Still, the Amazons attached a large padlock to the left of her head. Cindi
would know that there was no hope of escape.
Most of the Amazons went to get Jane. A couple stayed behind to guard
Cindi and to acquaint her with her position.
Cindi's round bottom was raised in the air, her legs were spread so
everyone could see her pussy. Though the captive blonde could not see it, her
bottom was raised as a pair of globes, ready to be spanked.
One of the Amazons reached in between her legs to grab some of the pubic
hair. "Mmmmmfffffttttt" Cindi grunted through her gag. She squirmed
back and forth in her bondage, but was quite incapable of gaining any freedom at
all. She could wiggle her ass only a centimeter in any direction. When the
Amazons were ready to play with her, she would be available.
If the blonde Cindi put up resistance, they expected nothing less from the
brunette Jane. She surprised them all by following peacefully when the Amazon
pulled her by her nipples. The beautiful brunette followed. With a couple of
minutes, she was bound as securely as Cindi was.
Gina jerked her legs once. The ringing of the bells was so loud. She struggled
again, only longer. It seemed to her that the longer she struggled, the louder
the bells seemed to ring.
It was inevitable that people were attracted to the sounds of the bells.
The beautiful brunette tried to see who approached, but with her head raised in
the air, she could not turn her head.
"My, isn't this a sight."
It was a couple of men. Frozen with embarrassment, she stared up at them.
The second man prodded her bottom cheeks with the toe of his right shoe.
"Wouldn't this look good mounted over the fireplace in your den?"
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
The men laughed, first at Gina's predicament, then at her protests, and
finally at her feeble attempts to get free. The Amazons had tied her she would
remain bound until someone chose to free her.
She could not know, of course, that these two were slavers, checking out
the competition's merchandise. While each would have gladly purchased Gina
(with or without a collar), they knew from her bondage without a collar that the
Amazons intended to keep her as their own.
Still laughing, they wandered off.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Gina tried to scream after them to get them to free her but they ignored
her. She was a beautiful woman destined to be a slave girl. No one in their
right mind would help her.
Gina continued to struggle, hoping they would hear the ringing of the bells and
come back to free her. Instead, she attracted another group.
"Hey, I wonder if this one is for sale?"
Her right knee was in the way so at first she could not see who the woman
was. Gradually she emerged into sight. She was no more than twenty or
twenty-one. There were four of them, each young and beautiful. Gina was only a
couple of years older than they. She was certain they would take pity on her
and free her.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
"Patsy, maybe, if we pooled our money together, we could buy her."
Gina stopped struggling. They were talking about buying her. She could
not believe that they would not going to help her either.
"She is not wearing a collar," the one called Patsy observed. "I think we
would get into trouble if we tried to take her back into town."
"Oh, there you are."
The four young women looked up. Gina could not see who the speaker was.
The woman stood near her head. The naked captive tried to rock her body back so
she could see, but all she accomplished doing was to cause the bells on her
ankles to ring again.
"Oh. Hi! We were just looking for you."
"I saw you admiring our latest acquisition."
Gina knew the woman was talking about her head. She had moved forward a
meter. The beautiful captive could not see her face, but recognized the black
leather she wore. This was one of the Amazons.
"Yeah. You know, she isn't wearing a collar."
The Amazon chuckled.
"She is undergoing some tenderizing."
"Tenderizing -- you mean like meat?!
"You could say that. She tried to sell us a couple of slave girls. The
asking price was about right, but when we haggled, she came down in price very
quickly. That made us suspicious. We did a little checking, and discovered she
had rustled the two."
She poked Gina in the side with the toe of her right boot.
"Isn't that right?!
Gina tried to deny it, but all she succeeded in doing was to get the bells
on her ankles to ring loud and long. They all laughed at her feeble struggles.
"What are you going to do to her?" one of the other girls asked, her blue
eyes wide in amazement at the sight of a free woman bound in this position.
"We will keep her like this for a while. Tonight we will send her clothes
over to one of the other camps. Then we will handcuff her hands behind her
back, and send her in search of her clothing, dressed just the way she is now."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
The bells jingled again. All five women laughed at Gina.
"We thought maybe she might be for sale."
"Oh, no, not her. Did you bring your money?" The four lovelies nodded.
"Come along. I will show you where we keep the special slave girls were do not
let the public bid on. I am certain we can arrange something."
The four followed the Amazon away. Gina continued to struggle once they
were out of sight. Nothing she did though gained her any freedom at all.
Gina was alone for only a few minutes before she had two more visitors.
"I see you know now to treat your visitors well," said Debbie with a laugh
as she studied Gina's predicament. The captive brunette jerked her body twice
trying to break the ropes, but could not. All that occurred was that the bells
at her ankles rang.
"We have had her on our 'want' list for quite a while. We believe that the
more arrogant and self-centered a woman is, the better slave girl she is."
Gina responded by struggling furiously with her bondage, accompanied by the
ever ringing of the bells.
"Are you going to give her the same treatment you gave Andrea?"
"Well, it is all similar. You take a proud young woman, strip her naked
and beat her ass until she begs to wear a slave collar. Some, like Andrea, were
born for a collar. Others, like Gina here, have to be persuaded."
"Can't you just spank her until she submits?"
"Where would the fun be in that? We will have her wanting to beg to be a
slave girl before we even spank her for the first time."
"You are not going to spank her?"
Marlena looked surprised.
"Yes, of course we are going to spank her. She will beg to be a slave
girl. That will not stop her from getting any number of spankings before she
receives her own slave collar. The destination is the same. The route is
different. But first we have her two friends to take care of. Come along."
Gina saw them move to her left out of sight. She jerked her knees again
and again, but could gain no freedom. All she accomplished was the continual
ringing of those bells. She paused to catch her breath and wondered who else
would stop by to take a look at her pussy and bottom.

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Chapter 10

Debbie slowly ran her hand over Jane's lower back and round bottom. She
had caught only a glimpse of the two beautiful young women earlier when they
passed through with Gina. She probably would not recognize them if she saw them
dressed as slave girls. She knew each was beautiful, and she knew each had a
beautiful ass. The tall brunette let her fingers dawdle over the curve of the
brunette's bottom. Yes, she had such a lovely ass.
She turned her attention from the brunette to the blonde. Cindi's bottom
was more round. The blonde's bottom had even a more severe curve at her bottom
cheeks and hips. The brunette knew she would enjoy either one.
She allowed her hand to run along Cindi's side. Near the pillory, a large
tit dangled down where the bench narrowed. They designed the bench so they
could punish the captive's bottom, but large dangling titties were not ignored
either. Debbie fondled a soft, supple boob for a few seconds, allowing her
thumb and index finger to roll the nipple between them. She felt it getting
hard. They were about to punish Cindi so badly that she would beg to be a slave
girl just to get them to stop, and still she was easily aroused.
Debbie allowed herself a little smile. Maybe what they said was true.
Maybe blondes were natural slave girls.
"They look so cute, tied up like this, side-by-side. What are you going to
do to them?"
"We are going to have a little contest. You both get spanked, spanked
rather severely, I may add. You both will end up as slave girls before very
long."
As she spoke, she stroked the back of Jane's head. Marlena stood before
her but because the block of wood on the pillory forced her to keep her head
down, the beautiful brunette could see nothing of the Amazon above her thighs.
"The contest is easy. The woman who submits first wins. She will plant
her face between my legs and after I am satisfied, she will beg for me to put a
collar on her. Maybe I will. Maybe I will not. The Amazons around here would
enjoy the winner's pleasure. I always enjoy a fresh tongue in the morning to
get the blood flowing."
The Amazon leader moved over to Cindi. Again, she stroked the back of the
captive's head.
"The loser gets spanked, time and again, time and again. She will struggle
to get free so she came beg us to free her, but of course we will not, not until
we are finished with her fanny."
She looked up at Debbie.
"Do you know what the lowest thing is?"
The tall brunette smiled.
"A slave girl who eats another slave girl."
"That is what most people think, but it is wrong. Even lower than a slave
girl who eats another slave girl is a beast of burden. Think of it beautiful
women who cannot use their bodies to please. All they can do is labor to please
their masters and mistresses, their firm bodies begging to be used."
She leaned over to fondle Cindi's titties.
"Even lower than a beast of burden is a boytoy a woman who serves no other
function than to lie on her back with her knees against her shoulders with a
male grunting on top her."
She took a couple of steps so she could reach Jane's tits. They were
somewhat smaller than Cindi's but very pleasant to fondle.
"The lowest form of life? The lowest form of life is a free woman who eats
a slave girl. Yes, the loser of our little contest will be able to congratulate
the winner by eating her out as a free woman. Imagine if you will the supreme
humiliation as the slave girl comes time and again with the tongue of a free
woman. Only after she had satisfied the winner will she be allowed to beg for a
collar."
Debbie had to laugh with Marlena. She was amazed at the Amazon's ability
to come up with increasingly humiliating ways to get young women to submit to
being slave girls. Little did she realize that behind the smile the Amazon
leader was plotting her demise.
"Shall we begin?"
"What is first?"
"Tenderizing. We must properly tenderize the women's bottoms. We begin
with the bare hand. Do you want to start with Jane while I do Cindi? One
hundred swats. That is, one hundred swats on each cheek. Ready?"
SmackSmack! SmackSmack! SmackSmack! SmackSmack! SmackSmack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
The two beautiful captives began struggling as soon as the spankings
began. Hands landed on soft flesh with a satisfying sound that echoed through
the pavilion. The blonde and brunette wiggled about but could not alter their
positions at all. The blows continued to fall.
The two mistresses had different ways of doing it. Oh, the basic premise
was the same, they just had different ways to achieve the desired ends. Each
drew her hand in the air and brought it down against the round bottom of her
victim. The difference was that Debbie methodically did it five times on one
cheek, then five times on the other, back and forth, back and forth. Marlena
altered the target with each blow so Cindi would not know what her hand was
going to land. One blow would land on the right cheek, the next on the left.
Back to the right, then as the naked blonde anticipated a blow to the left, the
Amazon would deliver another to the right. Maybe the next would land there
also, or perhaps it would land on the other cheek. Cindi had no idea where it
would land.
As this tenderizing routine went on, Clarissa and Danielle arrived from
their recent triumph over Janice. That captive beauty was still locked in the
pillory in a nearby tavern with a couple of Amazons to watch over her. No, they
had no fear that she would escape. They were afraid that someone might rustle
her if she was left unguarded. There was little honor among slavers. If the
Amazons found another slaver attractive, they would not hesitate in enslaving
her. The same could be said of other slavers. More than one Amazon wore a
slave collar.
"What are they doing?" Danielle asked as she loosen the crotch strap of
her leather outfit. The slave girl knelt at her feet ready to please.
Once it was free, she sat down. The slave girl leaned forward to make it easy
for the mistress to reach the buckle on the back of her ballgag. Once the
bright red rubber ball was out of her mouth, she planned her lips on the
beautiful Amazon's pussy, and began to lick furiously. She knew what would
happen to her if she did not please her mistress.
"Contest between the blonde and the brunette."
"No much of a contest."
"Do you still think blondes are that inferior?"
"Of course. A silver talen says the blonde gives in first."
"It is a bet."
Marlena and Debbie continued to pound away at the naked captives' bottom
until they were bright red. The Amazon knew that this spanking alone would not
get the two to submit. This was the first step. Women were placing bare hands
on their bottoms and they could do nothing about it. Totally humiliated by
this, they would not be able to resist when the Amazons started using paddles.
The number of prescribed swats was done. Because of Debbie's methodical
approach, she was done a minute ahead of the Amazon leader. When Marlena
stopped, the rounded bottoms of both women were bright.
Cindi and Jane squirmed as much as their bondage would allow. That of
course was no much. Their bottoms burned from the spankings. They could not
imagine pain any worse than this. Nevertheless, they were about to
discover why the Amazons were so successful in enslaving women.
"Come on. Let us let the pros take over."
Debbie followed Marlena to the chairs next to Clarissa and Danielle. As
they moved in that direction, an Amazon came forward with a pair of slave girls
for their pleasure.
"So, how did it go?" Marlena asked, directing her question to Clarissa.
"Like we planned. The stupid little bitch is in a pillory at the tavern
showing off her wares to the men. We bribed a couple with drinks to insure that
she was not ignored. I would say she will be quite docile by the time she is
inside the gates."
While all this went on, a pair of Amazons advanced on the two naked
captives. They had an ongoing bet between themselves over who could get a
captive to submit first. Their blows would be the hardest they could deliver.
"I want to remind the two of you that the winner is the woman who submits
first. You cannot move your head much. However, you can lower your head and
then bring it up. Do that a few times and we will interpret that as a 'yes'
answer. Unfortunately, you get twenty-five swats with a wooden paddle
regardless. Just remember, the one of you who submits first gets only
twenty-five. The loser gets a lot more."
With a slight nod, she signaled the two Amazons to begin.
Smack!
The paddles landed almost simultaneously on two bottoms, giving off one
sound.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
The naked captives tried to scream through their gags but could do no more
than make muffled grunts. Heads rose as high as their bondage would allow.
They pleaded with their captoresses to stop, but the two Amazons wielding the
paddles had volunteered because they were good at this job. Nothing could stop
them from raising the paddles in the air and then slamming the broad area down
against the captives' bare fanny.
"Damn."
Danielle dug a silver talen from her purse and gave it to Clarissa.
Though she had almost ten swats to go, Jane was already bobbing her head up and
down. She was agreeing to be a slave girl, but that did not stop the punishment
from continuing. She was destined to all twenty-five of those richly deserved
swats to her fanny.
"I think we have a winner here," Marlena said. "Cindi, your resolution is
admirable, but I think you will find it painful. Think of this as your first
lesson as a slave girl. You will learn always to submit."
They pulled the pillory up to release Jane's head. They removed the straps
holding her body against the bench. The beautiful brunette's bottom burned too
much for her to do much more than hang limply while they lifted her off the
bench and set her on her knees on the ground.
"Crawl over here, Jane. Show me what a good little girl you are."
The naked beauty raised her head a little so she could see in which
direction she had to go. Her head dropped down so she could see only the ground
before her knees. The Amazon who had been spanking her prodded her with a
switch. She had to say nothing. Jane knew that if she did not crawl over to
the Amazon leader, she would be beaten with that switch.
Slowly, a couple of centimeters at a time, she made her way to Marlena.
The slave girl who had been licking her was gone though the woman's crotch strap
was still off. Jane knew why. The Amazon's pussy was reserved for her tongue,
and she could do nothing about it.
"Show me what a good little girl you are by putting your nose right here."
Jane crawled forward a few more centimeters so her head was between the
Amazon's knees. She bent forward, slowly lowering her face until her nose was
in the woman's pussy. Slowly she moved her head up and down, dragging her nose
through the cleft.
Marlena was busy unbuckling the straps holding the gag in the brunette's
mouth. She pushed Jane's head back so she could remove the gag.
"Now I want you to thank me for having you spanked. If you make me come a
lot, I will not have you spanked again."
Jane's tongue replaced her nose. She had no experience at this, but it did
not take long for the Amazon to have another orgasm. Jane continued to lick
until they ordered her to stop.
The Amazon pushed her head back. Jane opened her mouth wide so the Amazon could
shove the gag back in her mouth.
"I think you have earned this."
She held a leather slave collar down near her pussy. Jane lowered her head
toward the ground so it passed between the Amazon's knees. When her throat
touched the leather of the slave collar, she felt the mistress bring it up about
her neck. When they buckled it in back, Jane was legally a slave girl. She
could do nothing about it, and certainly, no one would help her.
She felt the Amazon pulling the pins from her hair. In seconds it fell
freely down to the floor.
She wore the collar of a slave girl, and now her hair hung down in the manner of
a slave girl.
Marlena used her right hand to raise the slave girl's face so she could look
into her eyes.
"You really are quite beautiful. You will make a wonderful slave girl.
Are you glad that I made you into a slave?"
The beautiful brunette knew better than to shake her head. She nodded.
She was only a slave girl. Her mistress had the right to do anything to her she
wished. She knew she had to obey if she did not want them to punish her more.
Marlena reached behind Jane's head with both hands to get at the buckle
holding the gag in her mouth.
"Now I want you to thank me for turning you into a slave girl."
Jane knew what her mistress wanted. As soon as the gag was out of her
mouth, she planted her lips on the Amazon's pussy. It did not take her long to
make Marlena come. Jane had shown her submission. That was all that they
required now. She shoved the gag back in the brunette's mouth, but did not
buckle the ends together.
"Not bad for a first time. I am certain you will do better with practice.
Why don't you thank all the women here?"
Jane had no choice but to crawl to Debbie. This mistress removed the gag.
Jane found her tongue in a second woman's pussy. Soon there were a third and a
fourth. By the time she had served everyone, she had lost track of the number.
Her lips and tongue were tired, but she was certain there were many more pussies
she would have to explore before her day was over.
She found herself on her knees before Marlena. The Amazon motioned her
forward so she could buckle the ends of the leather strap behind her head. Jane
thought they were finished with her, but she was wrong.
"So Jane, I am your mistress. And do you know what that means?"
The beautiful brunette nodded slowly. She had to be spanked to remind her
of her submissiveness. Marlena patted both thighs. "I want that flat little
tummy of your right here."
Slowly Jane came to her feet. It took her only one step to reach her mistress.
In seconds she found herself stretched out over Marlena's lap.
Jane kicked and struggled as the Amazon's palm landed on her fanny time and
again. She made muffled grunts of protest but it was futile. Marlena spanked
her as long as she wanted to (which was not as much as Jane thought it was).
When she was finished, she pushed the naked brunette to the ground. Her hands
freed the ends of the leather strap from the back of her head.
"Now I want you to thank me for spanking you."
Jane suffered through more humiliation as she planted her mouth on the
Amazon's pussy again. Marlena came three times before she pushed Jane's head
back so she could shove the gag back into her mouth. She drew the ends of the
strap behind her head so she could buckle them together loosely. They did not
need a more substantial gag for their beautiful slave girl. Jane would not have
it between her teeth very long. They had more important plans for her mouth.
She was a slave girl. Her job was to please others.
Jane let them pull her to her feet. Someone attached a chain leash to her
collar. For the first time as a slave girl she was led away by an Amazon.
Marlena stayed behind to see to Cindi's submission.
Just outside they were waiting for Jane. An Amazon fitted the corset
about her slender waist. It was shiny silver with black lace trim. Though it
covered her belly, it hid little else. Her large boobs hung down over the top.
Straps at the bottom dangled down, waiting to hold up stockings, but all they
did was frame her pubic hair. Jane could not see it, but she would soon feel as
every other slave girl did she felt more naked with it on than with nothing on.
A pair of slave girls dressed in French Maid outfits tackled the brunette's
legs. The stockings were sheer black. Once they had a foot in one, they slid
the silver-colored leather sandals on her feet. Small straps across the top of
the foot and about the ankle insured that she could not kick it off.
The French Maids then pulled the stockings up, adjusted the length of the
straps. Jane now looked like any other slave girl.
When this was done the French Maids knelt, their faces against their knees,
their hands together behind their backs. An Amazon quickly applied a set of
handcuffs to each. The slave girls then sat up so their mistress could attach
one end of a leash to the front ring on each slave collar. When the mistress
jerked the leashes, the two beautiful captives came to their fee yo follow her
away.
In a nearby cubicle there was a wooden bench that was unlike the one Jane
had just suffered through. Though it was sloping, the angle was not as severe
as before. They removed Jane's bondage, but did not use the bench quite yet.
She stood there passively while they pulled shoulder-length, metallic silver
gloves up her arms.
Once they had her dressed as a slave girl, they pushed her toward a
full-length mirror attached to a pole. With it Jane could see how she looked.
"Look at yourself. You are quite a beautiful slave girl."
Jane looked at the reflection of herself in the mirror and had to admit
that what they said was correct. She was beautiful, but then she had known that
before. Now she was a beautiful slave girl.
She realized immediately that she was also a very sexy slave girl. Her titties
seemed very proud as they protruded forward from the top of the silver corset.
At the bottom the sliver corset and black satin straps outlined her fur. She
knew she was a beautiful and sexy slave girl.
They then led their captive the low end of the bench. She lay on it, then
put her hands under it so they could secure them there with leather cuffs and
short chains. A pair of broad leather straps, one above her titties and the
other below, secured her to the bench. They attached more leather cuffs to her
lower thighs just above the knees. Chains from them ran down to the bench near
her head.
With this, Jane's pussy was available. It was the highest part of her body.
She did not care though as she had other things to worry about. The
Amazons secured a wood shelf over her chest. While they did that, the lucky
Amazon removed her crotch strap. As soon as the shelf was in place, she
straddled Jane's head in anticipation of sitting on the shelf. She scooted back
to give herself room to pull the gag from the beautiful brunette's mouth once
she had the strap unbuckled.
Jane kept her mouth open as she knew what was going to happen. The Amazon
slid forward so her pussy was pressed against Jane's mouth. The beautiful slave
girl extended her tongue as she stared at the Amazon to see if she pleased her
mistress.
The Amazons turned their attention back to the blonde. Her hand spanking
was at an end. Now her resolve to refuse to submit would cause her more pain.
An Amazon produced a wood paddle. Printed across the business end were the
words "The Persuader." She handed it to the Amazon who had been spanking the
blonde's ass. She pressed it against the bottom cheeks and rubbed in a circular
motion.
"Well, Cindi, now it is time for you to learn what happens to bad little
girls."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"I know you are sorry for not begging for a slave collar immediately, but
we must teach you a lesson. Let us see. You have had twenty-five swats
already. I guess twenty-five more would be in order." She paused to glance at
Debbie and smile. "That is, twenty-five on each cheek, plus a final twenty-five
on both cheeks. Go ahead."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Cindi protested, but it did no good.
Smack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Smack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Cindi struggled with her bondage as much as she could. Smack! She wiggled
her ass and strained against the straps holding her to the bench top. Smack!
Her hands twisted back and forth in their bondage. Smack! She tried to draw
her legs together. Smack! She tried to raise her body in the air. Smack!
She tried to pull the pillory apart with her head. Smack!
None of it did any good. Smack! The spankings continued until she had
suffered through all seventy-five.
They released the buxom blonde from her bondage and set her on the ground.
Marlena held a slave collar down so she could see it.
"Do you want this?"
The Amazons had to laugh as their captive nodded before trying to put her
throat against the leather. Her torment was not over though. With a nod,
Marlena ordered them to pull Cindi to her feet. The bound blonde was in no
condition to walk so they dragged her to the same area where Jane was hard at
work. At their approach the Amazon straddling her face climbed off.
"Next!"
Another Amazon took her place. When she felt the pussy against her mouth,
the beautiful brunette extended her tongue. In seconds she made that Amazon
come.
The Amazons pulled Cindi over in front of Jane. They pushed her to her
knees so her face was immediately above Jane's.
"You recognized Jane, don't you? She has become a good little slave girl.
I know you would like to be one also, but Jane needs to be rewarded for her
submissiveness. She is nothing but a slave girl. You are still a free woman.
You will reward her by licking her pussy until she comes again and again."
Another nod from the Amazon leader brought the blonde to her feet. In a
matter of seconds she found herself kneeling at Jane's ass. As soon as the gag
was removed, they pushed her face forward so her mouth was on the brunette's
pussy.
"Come on, Cindi, lick! Lick faster! Faster!"
The buxom blonde moved her tongue as quickly as she could. She felt Jane's
bottom shift from side to side as she started to come. The brunette wore a
rather effective gag of another woman's pussy, but even with that, Cindi heard
her cry out in ecstasy.
Jane had come once, but it was evident that the Amazons wanted more. She
continued to lick, trying to move her tongue as fast as she could. She felt
Jane squirm as she was about to come a second time.

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Chapter 11

Cindi lowered her head toward the ground, placing her throat against the
leather slave collar held by the Amazon. Marlena quickly drew both ends up so
the strip of black leather formed a ring about the beautiful blonde's neck.
With practiced hands she slipped the working end through the buckle on the other
end. In seconds she had it secured in place. Sure, it would be easy to
unbuckle, but with her hands bound behind her back, Cindi could not do that.
And no one in their right mind would free a slave girl.
The Amazon pulled the pins from Cindi's hair, allowing the long, blonde
tresses to hang down all the way to the ground. The Amazon had to smile. Cindi
looked so beautiful with her hair down.
Marlena placed the index finger of her right hand under Cindi's chin so the
blonde had to raise her head to look her in the eye.
"You are a very beautiful slave girl. Now I think it is time for you to
thank me for letting you become a slave."
Marlena slid forward a few centimeters to get a better hold of the buckle
holding the ballgag in the blonde's mouth. They had not ordered Cindi to bow
her head again, so she kept it up, but bent her head forward to make it easier
on the Amazon. She did not want that Amazon mad at her. Her ass still burned
from the previous spankings she had received.
With the buckle undone, the Amazon pulled the ends of the strap forward.
She let go so she could grab it again on either side of the rubber ball. With a
jerk toward her, she pulled the rubber ball from the blonde's mouth.
When the gag was out of her way, Cindi moved her face forward until she
could press her lips against the Amazon's pussy. Marlena grabbed two handfuls
of hair as she felt herself coming. An entire day of sexual arousal had
resulted in a hair-trigger pussy. By holding the blonde's long hair tightly,
she insured that she could not pull her face away until she was satisfied.
For Cindi, it seemed to be hours before that occurred. In a minute though,
the blonde thought the time had passed too quickly.
She knelt before her mistress, the ballgag insuring her silence. She was
only a slave girl.
"Since you more-or-less just came into my possession. I think a little
ritual is in order. Dbang yourself across my lap."
Cindi wanted to protest. The Amazon intended to spank her again. Okay, it
was normal for a slave girl to get spanked to reaffirm that she knew who her
mistress or master was, but she had been very obedient.
Since she was only a slave girl, her wishes and desires were unimportant.
She came to her feet and moved closer. Marlena pulled her across her lap so the
highest part of her body was her bare bottom.
Marlena rubbed her hand over the red cheeks. Cindi had taken a severe
beating that day already. She would have to learn to take them.
Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Cindi's bare legs kicked wildly but bound as she was, she could do nothing
to stop the punishment. The blows landed on one cheek, then the other. The
naked blonde knew where the next blow would fall, and she could do nothing about
it.
When Marlena had given her new slave girl a good thirty or forty whacks
with her bare hand, she pushed her off her lap so Cindi landed on the floor at
her feet. Slowly the blonde moved herself into a kneeling position. She was a
good little slave girl. In that position, she did not see another Amazon seated
to her right.
"There is someone over there who wants you. Go over to her, curtsey, then
lay yourself across her lap."
Cindi did not want to be spanked again, but what could she do about it?
Her arms were still securely bound behind her back. She could do nothing to
resist.
Slowly she staggered to her feet. Being unused to moving without using her
arms to maintain her balance, she almost fell over. All the Amazons smiled.
That happened to all slave girls for their first few days wearing a slave
collar. Soon she would be able to leap to her feet to rush to please a mistress
with graceful ease.
The naked blonde moved directly in front of the Amazon. Slowly she drew
her left foot back so she could curtsey. It was clumsy, but they expected
little of her. She would quickly learn the proper movements of a slave girl.
She would either learn the proper movements, or she would be punished
repeatedly. They had no doubts that she would soon be able to execute a
graceful curtsey as she begged for more punishment.
The buxom blond then stepped forward. The Amazon guided her across her
lap. Once again, the highest part of Cindi's body was her bare bottom. The
mistress began pounding away on the red cheeks. Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Slap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
On it went. The blonde's legs kicked wildly, but she could do nothing to
stop the punishment. It would last as long as the Amazon wanted.
Almost as soon as the mistress stopped, Cindi found herself on her knees
before the woman. The Amazon pulled her head forward so she could unbuckle the
strap from behind her head.
"Now I want you to thank me for punishing you."
As soon as the rubber ball was free of her mouth, the blonde moved her
upper body forward so she could press her mouth against her mistress's pussy.
When the Amazon was satisfied, the ballgag went back in. They were far
from finished playing with their new acquisition.
"There is someone over there who wants you. Go over to her, curtsey, then
lay yourself across her lap." She pointed where Marlena had sat when she
punished her. She had moved, and another Amazon sat awaiting her bottom.
The blonde moved slowly to the left. Again she executed a clumsy curtsey.
In seconds she lay across the mistress's lap with a bare hand striking the soft
flesh of her fanny.
Marlena motioned Debbie toward the entrance.
"It is time to check on Gina. The first step in breaking her was simple
humiliation. The next will be more pleasurable."
As the two mistresses made their way across the compound toward the spot
where they had left the captive brunette, Debbie saw several slave girls,
escorted by a couple of Amazons, emerge from a wooden structure she took to be
their slave kennel. The Amazons carried light switches that they played against
the soft flesh of the slave girls in front. Debbie counted and saw there were
five slave girls. There were four in front, two pairs of two. A fifth slave
girl followed, secured to the second pair by a chain leash.
"Remember what I was telling you about beasts of burden? There is an
example."
She gestured toward the slave girls.
"How are they different from the others?"
Marlena smiled.
"Look at the heads of the first four."
Each wore a black leather discipline helmet. Since they could see no trace
of their hair, she reasoned that it was still pinned up in the style of free
women. The flaps of soft, black leather had been secured behind their heads by
padlocks. There was no way any could get that helmet off.
Each also wore a black leather single glove that matched the coloring of the
discipline helmet. Their arms were hidden within the cylinder of black
leathers. Debbie could tell by the way each was laced up, they could not move
their arms at all. Another padlock across the top insured that the single glove
did not come off unless a mistress wanted it to.
The only item of clothing (if you could consider it that) was the black,
patent leather sandals with the six inch spike heels. Debbie was amazed that
the four captives could move without seeing. She suspected they had received a
lot of training running about in those hoods.
"Those are your 'beasts of burden?'"
"Some of them. They are the special ones. Those discipline helmets are
padded so they can hear nothing. Obviously they cannot see anything either.
The same for touching. With the exception for the frequent swat with a switch.
We only use them as beasts of burden though. They receive no sexual stimulation
at all. Of course they cannot give it either."
The two mistresses paused to allow the slave girls to go ahead of them.
Their switches constantly played against the flesh of the captives, urging them
forward.
"What do you do when it is time to feed them?"
Debbie found it difficult to imagine being kept bound such as that. There
had to be some relief for them.
"The gag we used on each of them is an oversized dildo, ten centimeters
long, five wide, and three high. Secured in those discipline helmets that is
the only thing they can think of. Of course, they assume that when they are
enslaved, that will be what they do, go around sucking cocks.. It is another
blow to them when we let them lick away at women only."
"Eating," Debbie reminded her.
"Eating. Each dildo has a hole through the center of it. Because of the
length of the shaft, the tip is near the back of the mouth. When it comes time
to feed them, we removed the plug on the outside of the dildo. Then we attach
the end of a tube. By working a pump we can build up pressure so the liquid
food squirts into the back of the mouth and slides down the throat. Like I told
you, no sexual stimulation at all."
"So who are these beasts of burden."
"I do not know. Some of them are members of DAAM we captured. If we find
a truly beautiful woman who is arrogant, maybe. Sometimes we do it as
punishment. Say, that little shop clerk was snotty to you. Instead of turning
her immediately in a slave girl, we let her be a beast of burden for a few days.
Believe me, she will love being a slave girl after that."
The Amazons guided the group of slave girls toward Gina. As they passed,
Debbie noticed the fifth slave girl in back. Unlike the others she did not wear
a discipline helmet. She did wear a slave collar. Her attire was extremely
sexy, even for a slave girl. She wore a pea green half-bra that lifted her
large boobs without covering the nipples. Black lace trimmed the edges, adding
a decidedly feminine touch without hiding the nipples at all.
The garter belt matched the half-bra. The basic garment was pink satin,
with the same black, lace ruffles. Her stockings were sheer black and her
high-heeled sandals pink patent leather.
Debbie had been soon interested in the hooded slave girls that she had not
noticed this fifth slave girl. Now she wondered how she had missed her. She
had long, red hair. The mistress stepped forward to look at the golden disk
dangling from the collar that gave her name. All it said was "34DD." Debbie
grinned as she glanced over at the Amazon leader. Marlena paid her no attention
at all. Debbie thought it strange that they should identify a slave girl by her
bra size.
The redhead wore a black satin blindfold, but she moved with even greater
facility than the four hooded slaves did. Debbie could tell that she was quite
experienced.
The Amazons brought the five to a halt by plying their switches over the
lower thighs of the hooded slave girls. "Stop!" was the order they gave to the
redhead. They freed her from the others, and led her up a slight grade toward a
couple of posts. When the Amazon jerked down on the leash, the redheaded slave
girl dropped to her knees. Blindfolded and bound, she was going no where.
The four hooded slave girls, Marlena's beasts of burden, were led forward
to Gina who still lay on her back. Though the four moved easily despite being
hooded, Marlena and Debbie had no trouble reaching the captive first.
"Isn't this a pretty sight?" the Amazon leader asked as she nudged the
captive's bottom with the toe of her boot. There was no doubt that she was
talking about the beautiful woman's pussy. "She has been so good about this, I
think she deserves a special treat."
Gina was exhausted from all her futile struggling. She lay there
helplessly staring up at the two. With this announcement, she started
struggling again. Her feet kicked up and down and she tried to break the rope.
The bells rang loudly.
The two Amazons brought the four slave girls to a halt near Gina's head.
There they separated them, the right pair advancing on the brunette's right, the
left pair on her left. The Amazon led the hooded slave girls around so the one
in front was even with Gina's chest. A blow to the back of the knees with the
switch brought both to the knees. The Amazon grinned as she looked at Marlena.
Gina now struggled more than she ever had before.
"It looks to me as though she could use a couple of months in a hood."
Gina stopped struggling. The bells at her ankles stopped ringing. She
had no idea what they were talking about, other than it was about her. She
wanted to hear what they intended to do to her.
"No, I have something special for her. She is so beautiful she deserves a
different fate."
Gina went back to her futile struggling, but she could do nothing to stop
them.
By that time, there were two hooded slave girls and an Amazon on either
side of the captive. To keep the beautiful brunette from rolling over, they had
bound rods to her arms that extended more than forty centimeters from her body
on each side. The Amazons attached an extension to each end so it protruded in
front of the hooded slave girl. About the waist of the hooded captives in front
they buckled broad leather straps. Attached to the front was a large ring.
With both hands they raised the rod, the upper part of Gina's body off the
ground. By maneuvering her to the right, and then the left, they slid the end
of the extensions through the rings. Padlocks insured that they did not come
off.
Debbie watched as the Amazons leaned forward to attach extension to the
other rod. The two then came to their feet to move around behind Gina. To
raise the second rod in the air, they simply grabbed her feet and lifted.
"We could use some help here."
Debbie squatted down to the left of the slave girl. When the end of the
rod came in her direction, she slid it through the ring and held it there until
an Amazon applied a padlock.
"An awkward way of doing things, but it certainly is amusing. For us, that
is, not for Gina," Marlena announced when they finished.
The Amazons grabbed the leash of the lead slave girl on each side and
jerked upwards. At the same time she brought the switch against her bare
bottom. Swack! Swack !Swack! Swack! Swack! Swack! As soon as she saw the naked
captive trying to get to her feet, she moved to the other captive in her
control. The four hooded slave girls staggered to their feet, lifting Gina with
them.
Using the switches, and pulling the leashes of the front two, the Amazons
started the four forward with their cargo. A few meters down the path they
turned to the right. They ascended the slight slope past the kneeling redhead.
Their destination was the twin posts Debbie had seen earlier.
The route to the posts actually ran several meters to the right of it.
Once beyond it, the Amazons maneuvered the slave girls to the left. Gradually
they had a half circle until they were between the posts facing Marlena and
Debbie.
Debbie watched as the Amazons mercilessly flailed away at the bare titties
of their captives. Every time a switch struck a nipple, the captive's body
would writhe in pain. Debbie could see that few of the blows missed their
targets. The hooded beasts came to a halt between the poles.
The two Amazons in charge of them immediately set to work stinging Gina up
between the poles. They began by threading leather straps under her arms and up
about her shoulders. On top each shoulder was a ring. Chains ran up each pole
to a pulley at the top. They pulled the ends of the chains down to the rings on
the shoulder straps. Once secured, they returned to the poles to pull all slack
from the chain. A pin through a link locked each in place.
They returned to the hooded slave girls to release them from the rods that
held Gina up. They removed the padlocks from the two in front. When the
extensions were pulled free of the rings, Gina's body shifted around so her
bottom was toward the ground. When they released the other sets of rods from
the second pair, Gina hung by the shoulder straps.
Before continuing with Gina, the Amazons moved the hooded slave girls out
of the way. One led a pair to each pole facing away from Marlena and Debbie.
They then attached the ends of the chains to the belt of the captive in back.
When finished, they brought the pairs to their feet by pulling up on the leashes
and by using the switches. They drew the captive a little farther in the air.
Once again, blows to the tits caused them to stop moving. The Amazons secured
the chains in place with more pins.
The two turned their attention to Gina again. The beautiful brunette
struggled as much as she could, but bound as she was, she could do nothing to
stop them. They attached a leather cuff to each ankle. They attached the end
of another set of chains to a ring on the leather cuffs, these attached to the
poles about a meter above the ground. Only then did they cut the ropes causing
the brunette to have her legs apart.
Gina tried to stand up, but discovered the chains were too short to allow
that. At least she no longer had her knees up against her shoulders, and her
legs were fairly close together. She decided this was an improvement over her
previous position.
While she thought that, the Amazons attached the ends of the leg chains to
the belts of the slave girls. The switches fell on bare bottoms again. As the
hooded slave girls moved forward, they pulled Gina's legs apart. The beautiful
captive tried to fight it. She tried to keep her knees together, but could not.
In a matter of moments, the Amazons had her feet secured so each foot almost
touched one of the poles.
Gina's pussy was exposed and vulnerable once again. This time was
different though. This time the Amazons were going to do something about it.
Marlena brought the redhead forward. She knelt immediately before Gina,
her face at her crotch. The Amazon removed the blindfold so she could see what
she did.
"Gina, this is 36 Double-D. You are in for a real treat. She is one of
the very best pussy-eaters we have. Consider her to be your reward for
providing us with such delightful entertainment while you were bound there on
your back."
The Amazon bent down to unbuckle the strap holding the ballgag in the slave
girl's mouth. When it was out, the redheaded slave made no movement toward
Gina's pussy. All she did was stare at it. Debbie could tell that she was
well-trained.
"Tell her she has a beautiful pussy."
"You have a beautiful pussy."
"Show her how much you love it."
The redhead extended her head forward to plant a kiss on it.
Marlena watched Gina. She tried to struggle but could not gain a bit of
freedom. She knew they were going to make her suffer through orgasm after
orgasm while bound and gagged. Once she had come a few times, her efforts to
resist would diminish noticeably. She could do nothing.
"Why did you name her '36 Double-D?" Debbie asked gesturing toward the
kneeling redhead.
"It better defines her purpose in life."
"To be named for her bra size?"
"Sure. Her purpose in life is to use her body to please others. Fitting
isn't it? How many pretty French Maids do you know named 'Pussy Eater?'"
"Oh."
Debbie began to understand. It was common for a mistress to take revenge
on a rival. Enslave her and turn her into her own, personal French Maid,
complete with abbreviated black satin outfit, and rename her pussy eater.
Often, when a jilted lover gained possession of his former love, a master would
rename his slave girl "Cocksucker," or "Titty," "or "Pretty Pussy." The purpose
was to parade the slave girl in front of those who despised her when she was a
free woman. Now that she was a slave girl, she had to obey. Her name described
most accurately what they expected of her.
"While we may have a number of 36 Double-D's, it does not matter. The only
time she has to respond is when an order is directed to her. Of course, by the
time she had accepted her new name, she is most anxious to please. She gets
special treatment. Well, sort of special. At least we do not spank her as
often."
Their attention was drawn from the back of 36 Double-D's head, to Gina's
face as the beautiful captive threw her head back as she uttered a most
pleasurable "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!!!"
"I think she is having fun," Debbie remarked.
Marlena chuckled.
"We will let her come a few more times. We do not want her too exhausted
as she still has not submitted yet. The degradation of being tied up and forced
to come repeatedly will tear down her resolution."
Movement on the other side of the Amazons' camp distracted both. A number
of women moved from one of the huts toward a series of posts. They paid no
attention to Gina's almost continuous orgasms as they watched the others at
work. Seconds after their arrival, the two saw the Amazons drag a body between
two posts. They squatted down for a few seconds. When the arose, they moved to
opposite poles. From the movements of their bodies, Debbie knew they were
pulling on ropes or chains. She saw a pair of legs appear in sight near the
ground. They continue to rise until the captive was suspended upside down, her
legs spread far apart.
There were many possibilities with that position but the Amazons ignored
her to secure a second captive in that position. And then a third. They
stopped only when there were four suspended in that most vulnerable position.
Debbie could see their heads. Their hair had not been let down. These
four were free women. "Not for long," she thought to herself. She imagined
that it would take little persuasion in that position to get a young woman
begging for a slave collar.
The Amazons chose long, willowy switches to use on the four. The two
circled their captives. On one side the switch played against a bare bottom.
On the other the target was the titties. When they reached the end of the line,
each Amazon circled around to start down the other side.
Debbie smiled. There would be four more slave girls before evening.

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Chapter 12

Cindi pulled her hands apart with as little effort as she could to keep
from drawing attention to the act. She felt a steel band of the handcuffs about
each wrist. The steel was hard and cold and she knew it would not break no
matter how much she struggled. She wore the leather collar of a slave girl.
That was the symbol of her place in society. Since she wore that, no one would
help her. She was only a slave girl who existed only to use her body to please
others. With her hands cuffed behind her back she could not defend herself.
One Amazon on either side, holding on to an upper arm, guided her forward.
The buxom blonde made no effort to resist, knowing she would accomplish nothing
if she tried. The only thing guaranteed was that they would punish her again.
Her ass still burned from the last spanking.
She jerked her hair to the side to get the long, blonde tresses out of the way.
She saw ahead of her Jane kneeling on the ground. Well, she thought it was
Jane. It certainly looked like her, but she could not be sure. The supplicant
slave girl's face was hidden by her long hair, and she totally naked. The
kneeling slave girl could have been anyone, but she was sure it was Jane. She
had been linked to the beautiful brunette from the moment of their slavery.
They pushed her to the ground to the right of Jane. She knelt and bent her
head forward in a submissive position. "Cross your ankles." Recognizing that
she would have trouble doing it on her own (since she was a new slave girl), one
Amazon lifted her right ankle to place it over the left. Quickly she looped a
rope about them, securing the captive in this kneeling position. "Move you
knees apart. Come on, further than that." Cindi moved them outwards millimeter
by millimeter until her knees were almost a meter apart.
"Now, lean forward, face toward the ground. Keep your head up so the tips
of your hair touch the ground."
Anyone standing in front of her could see her pussy where it not for her
long hair. She was only a slave girl. She was not allowed to hide any part of
her body from the prying eyes of a master or mistress.
The buxom blonde knew she was in the kneeling position they called the
"submissive position." She could see nothing, but was in the position to obey
if they wanted her. A well-trained slave girl could be expected to maintain
that position for hours. When the order came, she had to be ready to please her
master or mistress.
She maintained that position for several minutes while her mistresses made
plans for the next step of her servitude. With her long blonde tresses hanging
down on each side, she could not see what was going on. She could see the
ground below her face, and her tits and pussy. Other than that, she saw
nothing.
When they were ready for her, one Amazon cut the rope about her ankles.
Two others dragged her to her feet and across the area where three slave girls
waited dressed in black satin French Maids outfits. Each knelt, head bowed,
awaiting the orders from their mistresses. She saw they had their arms behind
their backs. She knew they were bound though she did not know how.
The Amazons secured Cindi in front of the three submissive women. They ran
a chain down from an overhead bar to a ring on each side of her leather slave
collar. When they let go she could not run off. They then had her spread her
legs far apart. As she did that, the upper part of her body settled down,
causing the chains to the collar to become taut. One Amazon fastened a leather
cuff to each ankle. A short chain from a ring on the cuff to a ring in the
ground forced her to maintain that position. An Amazon reached down between her
legs to fondle her pussy to remind her of just how vulnerable she was.
"Dress her."
One Amazon passed behind the French Maids. Cindi was so concerned by her
nudity that she did not see the mistress removing handcuffs. Neither did she
notice them bring Jane in. Two other Amazons bound her in the exact same
condition behind her facing in the opposite direction.
Each of three French Maids bounded to her feet when she was freed. The
beautiful blonde stood there helplessly as they dressed her, adjusting her
bondage as need be. With the chains to her collar, and the number of Amazons
about her, escape was impossible.
When they were finished, the three French Maids returned to their kneeling
position with their hands behind their backs. An Amazon passed along behind
them, reattaching the handcuffs.
When she was done, the two removed the chains from Cindi's collar and legs. The
Amazons then guided her over in front of a full-length mirror.
"Well, what do you think, Blondie? Not too bad, huh?"
They had dressed her in a black and red motif. The garter belt was red
satin with black lace ruffles. The straps running down to the tops of her
stocking were black satin ribbons. The stockings were sheer black, and the
shoes red patent leather with fifteen-centimeter spike heels.
The gag consisted of a bright red rubber ball. A black strap about her
head and through the center of the ball kept it in her mouth.
She knew that the garter belt, stocking tops, and straps framed her pubic
hair, instantly drawing attention to it.
She had known before that she was beautiful, but she had never imagined how
beautiful she could be wearing the finery of a slave girl. She wished some man
would come buy to admire her body.
"Come on we have a treat for the two of you."
When they turned the blonde slave girl around, she saw that they had
dressed Jane in the same attire. As the blonde watched, an Amazon attached one
end of a meter-long chain to the ring on the front of Jane's collar. Cindi felt
hands on her upper arms propelling her forward. She felt them pulling her hair
away from her neck so a mistress could attach the other end to the ring on the
back of her collar. An Amazon attached a leash to the ring on the front of her
collar. She kept the other end in her fist.
"Come on. Let us go!"
Switches flailed lightly against the bare bottoms and thighs of the two
slave girls. The blows were not heavy, but were enough to remind the captives
of what their mistresses could do if they did not obey. The switches continued
to land on soft flesh. The two picked up the pace. From the pavilion, they
started down a trail that led to another large tent. More blows. Faster.
Faster.
The Amazons changed the direction of the blows so they landed on the right
hips of the captives. Instead of going up the hill toward the other pavilion,
they turned left. Ahead of them they could see the towering walls of the city.
They thought the Amazons were going to take them into the town to have them
properly registered, but the fun and games were not over. More blows to the
right hips caused them to turn off onto a side trail. Not until they were
within a few meters of her, did they realize that was Gina bound in front of
them.
The beautiful brunette knew someone was coming. Or going. Her head was
back and her eyes closed as she underwent another orgasm. She had lost track
after only several minutes of this sort of stimulation. She was so exhausted
from coming so often that she knew she could not resist even if they untied her.
The multiple orgasms had come faster and more frequently than what she had ever
imagined possible. She knew why free women allowed themselves to be tied up.
Unable to resist, it was much easier to come. And come. And come.
She uttered a long, muffled cry as she came again. There were fewer things
more funny than a free woman coming again and again as though she was a slave
girl. Soon she would be what they wanted.
Marlena stepped on front of the two slave girls as their mistresses brought
them to a halt.
"We want the two of you to thank Gina for leading you into this
predicament. Oh, her pussy seems to be occupied right now."
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
The Amazon leader stopped the laugh.
"Where was I? Oh, yeah. Her pussy may be filled, but she has a nice pair
of titties with real big and pointed nipples just waiting for someone to suck on
them."
With a nod she signaled the others to remove the gags from the two naked
slave girls. The Amazons pushed the long hair out of the way to get at the
buckles at the napes. With practiced hands they quickly completed the job, then
pulled the rubber balls from the captives' mouth. Once both were ungagged,
their mistresses pushed them forward. Each beautiful slave girl bent forward a
little so a nipple of one of Gina's large titties would enter their mouth.
Cindi licked the brown cylinder. She was amazed it was so long and hard.
She wondered if hers would be that pointed if she were strung up the same way.
As that thought passed through her mind, Gina uttered another muffled scream as
her body thrashed about in another uncontrolled orgasm.
Gina needed no further encouragement to come again and again. Her young body
was not used to this type of treatment. Once she started coming, she lost
control of it. Her body totally accepted the presence of the redhead's tongue
in her pussy.
Debbie twisted her mouth to one side. This was rather boring. She would
find it more interesting if Cindi or Jane was eating her, or if they were
spanking Gina, but just standing there watching her come-- that was boring.
"What is going on down there?" she asked Marlena, pointing where the four
women hung upside down. The captive on the left had her hair hanging down to
the ground. No doubt she now wore the leather collar of a slave girl. As she
spoke, the Amazons were busy lowering another captive to the ground.
"I know it seems hard to believe, but occasionally women come into this
camp thinking they can buy anything. Gina and her friends here are an example.
Those four down there are another. It does not happen very often but sometimes
it does. To have two groups come through the same day, now that is a truly rare
occurrence."
Debbie watched the scene in the distance without realizing what danger she
was in. Her position was no different than that of these new slave girls. The
only thing that saved her was that the Amazons had designs on her beauty
college. Why settle for one slave girl, when you could have any unlimited
supply?
She saw the second captive kneel at the feet of the Amazon. Debbie
imagined what it would be like. She would have to place her throat against the
leather collar as Andrea, Jane, and Cindi had done before them, and what Gina
would shortly do. Once the collar was in place, the Amazon would free her long
hair. Debbie smiled as the woman came to her feet, her long hair cascading over
her shoulders, boobs, and back. She shook herself to remind herself. She was
no a slave girl.
This latest acquisition to the Amazons' kennels was maneuvered around in
front of the first captive, still hanging by her feet with her legs spread far
apart. She knew the slave girl was licking her pussy, but there was no reaction
for several minutes. Suddenly she saw movement in the woman's long hair. She
had come at last. Her whole body was shaking. She wondered how many times they
would have her come before moving on to the next captive.
The Amazons pushed her along to the captive on the other side. This young
woman had her hair pinned up. As the slave girl started to eat her, her body
jerked furiously as she tired to escape. Nothing she did helped though. Her
body jerked when she came.
They dragged the newly-collared slave girl to the final woman. Like the
one next to her, her hair was still pinned up. She found vigorously against an
orgasm, but it all did no good. In a matter of minutes she came also.
When she was finished eating the others, they dragged her back to her place
in the line. Debbie saw them doing something to her head, but the distance was
too great to see the detail..She was certain they were reapplying some form of
gag, probably a ballgag. They then set the captive on the ground so they could
pull her feet into the air. Chains attached to leather cuffs were tightened,
drawing her up into the air.
It was now time for the third captive to submit. Debbie watched
fascinated, knowing there was nothing she could do to escape her fate.
"Let us move on. Gina is just dying to be able to beg for a slave collar."
Debbie turned to watch as they lowered the beautiful brunette to the
ground. She saw the way Gina's knees buckled that she was going no way without
assistance.
They secured the naked woman between the two slave girls, Cindi on the
right, Jane on the left. Amazons attached chain leashes to the two beautiful
slave girls. They attached the other end to the other leash, one passing in
front of Gina's throat, and the other behind her head. The circle made by the
chain was so small the captive could not draw her head from it. She was secured
as well as if she wore a slave collar.
Gina had to stand when they lowered her body to the ground. Her knees
buckled from her weight. Two Amazons held her up so she would not fall and hurt
herself.
"Take her back where you came from," Marlena said to the two naked slave
girls as she nodded toward the Amazons. Switches flicked against bare bottoms
as the two started forward at a trot. No blows landed on Gina's body, but the
beautiful brunette had to run nevertheless. She staggered along between Cindi
and Jane, down the grade, across the path, and up the grade at another spot
where the tent was.
"Come on," the Amazon leader said to Debbie. "We have treated her as a
slave girl so far. Now we will persuaded her to be one. In just a few minutes
she will be whimpering through that gag that she wants a collar more than
anything else in the world. If she begs enough, we just might accommodate her.
Marlena laughed at the joke she had just made. As though they would not keep
the brunette as a slave girl regardless of what she did.
"I will be along. There is something I want to see first."
While the Amazons, the slave girls and Gina moved toward the pavilion,
Debbie walked in a different direction. She headed toward the spot where the
Amazons were turning the four young women into slave girls. By the time she
arrived where they hung by their spread legs, all four wore slave collars, and
had welcomed each other into slavery with their tongues.
Debbie moved close to the naked body hanging nearest to her. The young
woman hung upside down with her feet spread far apart. She wore a gag that kept
most of her pleading muffled, but she continued to utter little moans. The tall
brunette decided this one, and probably the other three as well, deserved some
serious punishment.
She stepped about in front of the captive. The slave girl stared at her.
The gag kept her from saying anything coherent. She pleaded with her blue eyes
for Debbie to help her.
There were several red stripes on her bottom where they had used switches
on her. There were more markings on the thighs and hips. She discovered the
punishment had continued in front as there were marks on the young woman's chest
and titties. Her flat stomach bore several marks above and below the
bellybutton where the switches had fallen.
Debbie decided this woman had been punished quite a bit already.
She moved on to the second woman. She more the same markings as the first.
She said nothing, but just hung there with her eyes closed tightly as though she
was afraid they would punish her if she looked.
The other two looked at her as she passed in front of them. Neither made
any effort to struggle. They knew they were slave girls, the leather slave
collar about their slender necks confirmed that. They no longer had to think
about what to do. Their mistresses would do all the decision-making for them.
All they had to do was use their bodies to please.
The tall brunette was distracted by movement from the kennel beyond them.
Four slave girls emerged, escorted by one Amazon who carried a whip, but did not
use it.
Each of the four slave girls was dressed as a French Maid. The minidresses
were black satin. Debbie thought at first glance that they wore single gloves,
but as they neared she saw each had black satin, shoulder-length gloves with
their arms secured behind their backs. The aprons and trim were white lace.
Each had a little lace cap pinned to the top of her head.
The dresses were cut so low in front that bare titties stuck through. Each
wore black stockings, sheer except for the black seam up the back. Each wore
black patent leather high heels, spike heels that were fully fifteen centimeters
long.
Despite the lack of whipping, the slave girls moved quickly. They had to
remain close together as they were connected by chain leashes. One chain leash
linked the first pair together and another the rear pair. Another set of
leashes connected the front slave girl with the one behind her. Not one of them
to move in any direction other than what the other three were going without
being pulled off her feet.
"Stop! Kneel!"
No other orders had to be given. No threats had to be issued. No
punishments meted out. At the first command the four came to a halt. At the
second they fell to their knees, their head bowed forward so the ends of their
long hair touched the ground. Debbie knew she watched four well-trained,
extremely submissive slave girls at work.
The Amazon walked around behind them. Debbie saw that each carried in her
bound hands a wrapped package. Though somewhat large, they were not heavy. The
Amazon took all four from the slave girls, then dropped one behind each of the
hanging captives.
The other Amazons had not been idle during this time. They lowered the
captive on the end, the first Debbie had studied, to the ground. As her head
neared the ground, they grabbed her by the shoulders pull back so as her body
moved downwards, her bottom was below her head. Eventually her feet touched the
ground. They pulled her upright.
The next step was to secure the captive with her arms extended over her
head. The same leather cuffs that had held her ankles, not held her wrists.
They shortened the chain until the slave girl's extended toes were off the
ground.
By then the four French Maids had been freed of their bondage. Though they
were no longer bound, they were not free. Each wore the leather collar of a
slave girl, and had a bright red, rubber ballgag secured into her mouth. Lastly
she wore that outfit that would tell anyone at a distance what her role in life
was. If she tried to flee, she would be captured, punished, returned to her
owners, and no doubt punished again.
Two French Maids opened the package on the ground behind the captive.
Debbie saw that it contained things for her to wear, things that any slave girl
would be proud to have covering parts of her body.
They started with the sheer black stockings. One slave girl worked on each
leg, drawing the stockings up and smoothing them out.
The other two secured a pale blue, satin corset around her slender waist.
The two groups finished about the same time. The two slave girls working on the
legs adjusted the length of the straps so the tabs could hold the stockings up.
The other two laced the corset up the back.
Debbie smiled her approval at the corset. It certainly was sexy, and would
make any woman's body look better. It was curved in front so the light blue and
white lace trim framed her dark pubic hair and pussy. It was low-cut so her
large titties appeared to hang over it.
The Amazons handed a spreader bar to the French Maids. In seconds they had
the slave girl's legs spread far apart. The Amazons then lowered her to the
ground so she could stand, but only with her feet spread far apart.
Debbie started to turn to follow after Marlena, when she realized that they
were not done with that slave girl. One slave girl picked up a wooden device
from the ground behind her. As she moved around in front of the captive, the
tall brunette saw that the last six inches of it were a rather large dildo. In
the middle there was a large ring with metal threads that separated the device
into two sections.
The slave girl knelt before the captive to insert the didlo into the
newly-collar slave girl's pussy. Debbie moved back in that direction as she saw
the slave girl's eyes open wide. She made little moaning sounds as the French
Maid twisted the dildo back and forth to get it all the way up into her. The
kneeling slave loosened the ring, allowing the two pieces to move further apart.
She secured the lower end on a small pin rising from the spreader bar. When she
tightened the ring, the dildo was in the woman to stay.
Debbie smiled when she saw that the young slave's nipples had grown hard
and pointed at this action. She wondered if she enjoyed it. She hoped she did,
for knowing the Amazons, this slave girl would have much opportunity to have the
real thing in her.
With this done, the Amazon removed the chains attached to the slave girl's
collar. She was going nowhere with that spreader bar and dildo in place.
The other Amazons had not been idle while this went on. They lowered the
second slave girl and turned her around so she hung by her wrists by the time
the first two French Maids were ready for her.
The remaining two finished working on the first slave girl. An Amazon
freed her hands. Knowing she could not flee, she stood there passively while
they pulled shoulder length pale blue satin gloves up her arms. When they were
done, the Amazon stepped forward, pushing them aside with her body. She drew
the slave girl's right arm behind her back so she could fastened one end of a
set of handcuffs to it. The captive already had her left hand back so it was
easy to finish the job.
A master or mistress designed this type of corset to be worn by slave
girls. In the back, above waist level, there was a metal ring sewed into the
material. The Amazon pulled the handcuffs up so she could lock them to the
ring.
The slave girl was helpless again. She could struggle if she wanted to,
but she could not get free. She could not flee. Neither could she do anything
to protect herself. Her bare ass and titties were unprotected.

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Chapter 13

Debbie glanced back one last time at the four slave girls. The second had
been turned right-side up so she stood on the ground on their high heels. An
Amazon squatted before her to insert the dildo. They had just lowered the third
slave girl to the ground. The fourth still hung by her ankles upside-down. Her
turn would come soon.
The tall brunette turned to go follow the path she had taken to get there,
but decided she could reach the pavilion faster is she just cut across the
ground. (The trails were there for the benefit of the slave girls. The Amazons
knew it was hard for a woman to move across an uneven surface with spike high
heels on.)
The Amazons had not waited for their new partner to arrive. They had the
two naked slave girls take their captive to a corner where they had a special
punishment device they used on occasion to force women to beg to be turned into
slave girls, or just to enjoy themselves they tormenting a woman who already was
a slave girl..
The device was only half a meter high and so a woman had no trouble
kneeling on it. The Amazons pushed Cindi and Jane forward so they dragged the
beautiful brunette along. Jane moved on the left side of the device while Cindi
was on the right. Gina had to get up on the device.
The device had four wood boards about twenty-five centimeters wide and
overall about three meters long. The four pieces came together to form a large
letter "X." When the beautiful brunette knelt near the point where the four
pieces came together, they pulled one foot out several centimeters so they could
fasten it to the device. One strap went across the ankle of each leg, another
across the upper calf immediately behind the knee.
The Amazons removed the chain leashes connecting the two slave girls with
the brunette. An Amazon snapped her fingers and then pointed toward the ground.
Each slave girl knew what to do. Each fell to her knees with her head bowed.
Now they had the naked captive secured so she could not escape. While one
Amazon cut the ropes holding her hands behind her back, two others held onto her
arms. As the ropes fell off, they pulled her forward so she was on all fours.
Her elbows rested on the part close to her knees. One leather strap went across
each forearm near the elbow, and another across each wrist.
This left Gina on all fours with her bare bottom raised in the air. Her
large tits dangled down as far as they could.
Debbie arrived as they were bringing Cindi and Jane to their feet using
chain leashes attached to the rings on the front of their collars.
"Oh, you are here. We thought you might miss the festivities. These two
have been such good little slave girls that we thought they deserved a treat."
Neither of the beautiful slave girls knew what the Amazon leader was
talking about, but each was certain she was not like it. They were beyond the
point of caring. All that concerned them was that they not be punished again.
They move through a rear entrance. After walking a few meters, they
entered a small building. Three doors down the hallway they moved into a small
room.
"Jane, kneel."
The beautiful brunette slowly lowered her right knee to the floor, then
brought her left down to join it. She bowed her head so the end of her long
hair touched the floor. She was rapidly becoming a most obedient slave girl.
One Amazon removed the blonde's bonds. She and another Amazon then pulled
her over to the device so she had to lay on it on her back. The first thing
they did was pulled her hands down toward the floor so they could secure here
there. A small ring was screwed into the base near the floor. At the end of a
short chain there was a steel cuff. They secured each wrist in a cuff. When
they let go, the blue-eyed blonde was once again a helpless prisoner.
They proceeded to strap her down to the device. One black leather strap
went across her upper chest near her neck. Another went across just below her
large boobs. A third went across her flat stomach, but the Amazon's purposely
left it loose. These straps left her secured to the device so she could not
move from that position.
A couple of steps to the side brought the Amazons down to her knees where
they wrapped a leather cuff about each thigh just above the knee. A metal ring
adorned each cuff. To each they attached a chain that they ran back toward
Cindi's head. As they pulled on the chains, the blonde's knees came back toward
her head and spread apart. The loose strap about her tummy became taut as her
lower body was raised in the air so her exposed pussy was the most noticeable
thing about her. When they secured the ends of the chains to the device under
her head, the captive's pussy was exposed and unprotected.
"Since you have been the good little slave girl, Jane, I am going to let
you get on top."
Using the leash, Marlena brought the beautiful brunette to her feet. They
lifted the naked slave girl in the air and set her down so she straddled Cindi's
face with her pussy pressed against the blonde's face. They loosely wrapped two
leather straps across her body, one at the upper back and the other at the
lower, insuring that her arms were on top the straps. This gave them the
ability to adjust the slave's position on the blonde. By pulling and pushing,
they had her pussy immediately above Cindi's nose.
They checked the other end before proceeding. By lowering her head, Jane's
nose would be in the blonde's pussy. The positioning was perfect. They pulled
those last two strap taut, securing the two naked women with their bodies
pressed tightly together.
Jane knew what they expected her to do even before they removed the ball
gag from her mouth. No commands were given. Instead, a hand on the back of her
head pushed her face into Cindi's pussy. Almost instantly, the blonde began to
thrash about as she approached an orgasm. Jane could not believe her friend
could come so quickly.
At the same time, they had removed the gag from Cindi's mouth. A wedge
slid under her head raised her face so her mouth was against the brunette's
pussy. She extended her tongue and soon had Jane squirming about on top her.
"You are going to like this," Marlena mumbled to Debbie as one Amazon freed
Jane's wrist. They brought her arms around the blonde's body before securing
them in place with ropes about the wrists. The Amazon then move toward Cindi's
head so they could free her hands and secure her in a similar position so she
clutched Jane's lower back.
Marlena motioned Debbie toward the entrance.
"Clever, is it not? They are clinging to each other bodies as though they
were lovers on a first date. We call this 'The Lovers' Embrace.' If we kept
this going on long enough, the mere sight of the other's body will be enough to
get the little slave girl aroused."
Marlena fairly laughed as she whispered this. Debbie knew she did not want
the slave girls to hear this. However degrading they thought this, soon they
would come to love it. If they overheard what they were being trained to do,
they might resist.
"Sometimes we will keep slave girls together like that for weeks. Let them
walk around a little, eat, go to the bathroom, then back into the 'Embrace.'
Then we tie them tightly so they cannot move and force them to watch their lover
making love to several other women, slave girls and freedom. You should hear
the howls of protest through their gags."
Debbie looked back at the two naked slave girls as she heard a collective
moan come from them.
"Come on. I think I can hear Gina's body screaming for a slave collar."
Gina remained where they had left her. In this most undignified position,
her bare bottom was the highest part of her body unless she raised her head far
into the air. Her bare bottom though was the least of her worries. The bondage
forced her to kneel with her legs spread, and the Amazons were quick to remind
her of that. One stood behind her with a long switch that she kept between the
brunette's legs, letting it rub through her pussy. The expectation of a blow on
her pussy lips was there, but the Amazon did not do more than prod them.
Gina stared at the straps across her wrists and lower arms as she wondered
how she could escape. Certainly there were several Amazons in that area who
would try to stop her, but she was certain that if she could resist, she could
overcome them. First she had to get her arms free.
She pulled against the straps. The ends disappeared out of sight under the
boards. She pulled again and again, hoping that some bolt or nail or something
would be loose and would come out. All she accomplished though was to have the
leather straps dig into her flesh. The strap across her wrist kept her from
pulling her had out while that one and the one across her lower arm kept her
from pulling up.
"Having fun, Gina?"
She had not heard them coming. Marlena and somebody else stood by her
head. She twisted her head to the right and raised it as far as she could, but
could only see to Marlena's waist.
"Jack her up so we can watch the show."
An Amazon stepped on a foot pedal next to the device. With each push down,
the platform upon which Gina kenlt rose half a centimeter in the air. Each
centimeter brought her pussy and tits closer to a level a mistress could easily
reach.
The Amazon stopped when the device was a meter above the ground. Marlena
extended her right hand to fondle the brunette's left tittie. It was at the
perfect height for what she wanted.
The Amazon leader stepped aside as another woman approached. With her left
hand she pushed the captive's head back so she could not move it about. This
enabled her to thread a thin metal rod through the hole in the rubber ball in
her mouth. A long wire was attached to the end of the rod. When she had it
through so she could pull the wire, she let go of Gina's head. With both hands
free, she had no trouble snapping the wire into pieces near the rod. She
continued to pull the wire until the section on Gina's left was equal to the one
on her right. She then stepped around beside the naked captive so she could
pull the ends toward her bottom. When she was ready she signaled Marlena with a
slight nod. The Amazon grabbed Gina's head with both hands to have a good grip.
She jerked it up so the beautiful brunette had to stare straight ahead. The
other Amazon quickly crossed the ends behind Gina's head. Each end then passed
around her throat and back up to the nape. With a pair of pliers she twisted
the wires together.
As soon as Marlena let go, Gina tried to lower her head but discovered she
could not without choking herself. With every tug downwards, the wire dug into
her throat. She could do nothing but stare ahead of her. The Amazons had
deprived her of the ability to move her head.
"Do you see, Debbie, how we had take away every little bit of freedom she
has. She is a free woman, at least for the moment, but there are slave girls
around here with more freedom than she has." She reached under the brunette's
body to get at her right tit. "We can enjoy her body, and there is nothing she
can do about it."
Debbie wondered what the delay was. She could not understand why the
Amazons simply did not start flogging her bare bottom until she begged to be
turned into a slave girl.
Slowly Marlena circled the naked, kneeling captive, letting her right hand
run across the flesh. Down the right side and then across the raised bottom.
Moving to Gina's left, she reached back between the woman's legs to grab a
handful of pubic hair. "Mmmfff!" Gina cried through the gag when she jerked it
suddenly.
Marlena then brought her hand out, letting it slide across the soft flesh
of Gina's upper thighs. She turned her hand so the palm was up. She explored
the brunette's navel with her index finger before moving on to the dangling
mound on that side.
"Gina, Gina, Gina. You have such a wonderful body. And to think you have
been wasting it all these years as a free woman. You are much better suited to
be a slave girl. Don't you agree?!
The captive's reply was a muffled grunt of displease. The switch played
against her bottom without warning. The captive had been so interested in what
Marlena did to her that she did not notice another Amazon had taken a position
near her feet where she would have instant access to her bottom.
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" The naked beauty jerked her body, discovering that she
could not move her head.
"Now, I am going to ask you again. Grunt twice if you think you should be
a slave girl."
The seconds passed slowly. Debbie stepped back so she would have a better
view of Gina's punishment. It was obvious that she was not going to agree, at
least no yet.
Crack! "Mmmmmffffftttt!!"
The first blow had left a red mark across her left bottomcheek near the
hip. The second landed right in the middle of the right cheek.
"I am going to ask you again. Do you think you should be a slave girl?"
Crack! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Gina thrashed around in her bondage as best she could. She could not alter
her position to make it impossible for her tormenters to pick any spot they
wanted to punish. She grunted and moaned, but it was to no avail.
"Do you think you should be a slave girl?"
Crack!
"Not even a refusal. Go ahead and give her ten more."
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Gina's bottom was a mass of red marks from teh blows, but Debbie could see
a lot of white space yet to be touched. She wondered how many swats to the
fanny the brunette would have to have before she succumbed.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Marlena reached beneath the captive to get at her right tit again. Gently
she massaged the nipple until it became hard and pointed in her hand.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The Amazon smiled as she stopped. Debbie thought at first she had
miscounted, but then realized she was merely delaying the final blow. Gina
would know she had one more swat coming. The suspense would be worse than the
actual punishment.
Crack!
Marlena let go of the supple mound to move around in front of the captive
again.
"Well, Gina, what do you say? Do you want to be a slave girl?"
The naked woman stared back.
"Oh, good. I was afraid you would give in too quickly." She straightened
and looked at Debbie. "Would you like to give her the next ten?"
When Debbie was finished, an Amazon stepped up to take her place. The tall
brunette had administered ten swats straight across both cheeks. The Amazon
stood behind Gina so she could stick the switch between her legs. Quickly she
flicked it back and forth so it struck the captive's inner thighs midway between
her knees and her pussy. She continued until her wrist grew tired, then she
stepped back.
Another Amazon stepped forward. She was on the brunette's right. Her
target was the captive's stomach. She delivered ten quick blows upward with a
switch against the soft flesh between the rib cage and her pelvic bone.
Debbie realized almost immediately, that though Gina's titties were a
tempting target, the Amazons ignored them She wondered what new torment they had
in store for those supple mounds.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmgggggghhhhhh!"
The Amazons ignored their captive's plaintive pleas. Debbie was certain
she wanted to beg to be a slave girl, but they were in no hurry to finish her
subjugation. Watching a beauty, haughty woman like Gina beg to be a slave girl
was always so much fun.
They always returned to her round bottom, but used the switches frequently
on the other parts of her body. Perhaps one Amazon would deliver ten strokes to
the back of the right knee. The next might do the same to the bottom of the
left upper arm. Ten blows across the bottomcheeks, then ten more on her lower
back.
In an amazingly short period of time, they had Gina's body covered with red
marks from the blows, all her body that is, except her titties.
With a nod from Marlena, the Amazons started using paddles. The first
were small, a small wooden circle about fifteen centimeters in diameter with a
small wooden paddle. One Amazon stood by each hip. Watching each other to
judge the timing, one brought the paddle down hard on the brunette's left
bottomcheek. As she drew the paddle back, the other delivered a similar blow to
Gina's right check. As she drew the paddle back, the first struck again.
After about twenty-five blows from each woman, Marlena stepped forward with
a leather paddle. She struck the naked beauty across the bottom with it a dozen
times. As she stepped back, the two started to work again with their small,
wooden paddle. When they finished, the Amazon leader was ready with a large
wood paddle. She delivered ten deliberate blows across both cheeks.
"Well, Gina, how would you like to have one hundred whacks to each tittie?"
To add emphasis to the statement, Marlena grabbed the right dangling mound and
squeezed it tightly.
"Mmfft! Mffftt! Mmmffftt! Mmmmmffffttt!"
"What is she trying to say?"
"I think she is begging to be turned into a slave girl. Is that right,
Gina? Grunt twice if that is what you want."
Afraid that the Amazons would change their minds if she hesitated, she gave
a quick reply.
"Mfft! Mfft!"
"I do not know. Maybe you need those extra swats."
"Mfft! Mfft!"
Marlena smiled. Gina's fate was sealed.
They removed the straps that held the beautiful brunette's arms against the
device. She was given no chance at freedom as an Amazon immediately pulled each
arm behind her. She made no effort to struggle. A third added a pair of
handcuffs to her wrists. In seconds, the beautiful brunette knelt at Marlena's
feet.
The Amazon leader held a leather slave collar down between her knees. Gina
stared at it, her eyes wide with fright.
"You can either put your throat right here and become a slave girl, or we
can tie you on your back so we can start whipping those nice, big titties of
yours."
There was not much room for a decision since Marlena phrased it that way.
The naked woman crawled forward, bending her upper body down as she did. When
her throat touched the leather strap, Marlena brought both ends up behind her
head to buckle them together. She pulled the pins out, so Gina's long dark hair
hung down freely as was befitting a slave.
Gina was now a slave girl. She was totally at their mercy, and they would
have none. She would have to use her body to please them, or they would punish
her most severely.
Marlena removed her crotch strap.
"Thank me for tuning you into a slave girl. Use your nose."
Gina had to crawl forward a few more centimeters to do that. Slowly she
lowered her head again until her face was in the Amazon's crotch. She moved
forward to place her nose in the woman's pussy, then started moving her head up
and down.
While she did that, the Amazon fumbled around behind her head to unbuckle
the strap holding the rubber ball in her mouth. Once it was undone, she pushed
Gina's head back with one hand while her other pulled the rubber ball free. The
kneeling captive needed no orders. When the Amazon placed her hands on the back
of her head to press her mouth against her pussy, she began to probe it with her
tongue.
Marlena came once before she pushed the captive's head back so she could
reinsert the ballgag. She pushed her head down to make it easier to get the
ends buckled together. Since Gina would not be wearing the gag very long, she
fastened it over her long hair.
The Amazon patted her thighs. "I want your body right here. Come to your
feet, curtsey, and stepped over here."
"Mfft. Mfft." Gina shook her head excitedly. She knew the Amazon wanted
to spank her. Marlena ended all resistance simply by bending forward to grab
the beautiful brunette's tit with her left hand. Gina bounded to her feet. She
did not want her titties beaten by the Amazons as they had the rest of her body.
When she took one step forward, Marlena grabbed her by the left arm to pull
her across her lap. In a matter of seconds the beautiful brunette found herself
spread over the mistress's thighs so the highest part of her body was her
bottom.
The Amazon leader was still in no hurry to renew Gina's punishment. She
grabbed the brunette's right bottomcheek and squeezed it tightly between her
fingers.
"Mmmmmfffftttt!!"
Gina's long wail indicated that her bottom was still sore from the beating
they had given her. The Amazon changed her grip from one cheek to the
other. This time the naked captive remained silent though she flinched at the
pain.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Gina tired to take spanking stoically but after a couple dozen slaps, she
issued a mournful cry through her gag and began kicking wildly. Marlena laughed
as she continued to swing her hand down against the soft flesh. Gina responded
by struggling even more.
The Amazons howled in laughter at the sight of this beautiful woman
thrashing about in her bondage. She had the makings of a good little slave
girl.
When Marlena was done, she pushed the captive to the floor at her feet.
"Come here and thank me for punishing you."
The naked brunette lay on her side. Slowly she came to her knees with her
head between the Amazon's knees. She knew what the woman wanted her to do. The
dominant woman had spanked her. Now she was expected to thank her for the
punishment by licking her pussy. There was nothing she could do. She had to
obey. If she refused, they would merely hoist her into the air so they could
spank her again. She was a slave girl. She existed solely to please others.
She crawled to her knees so her head was between the Amazon's knees.
Marlena leaned forward to unbuckle the strap about her head. Once the rubber
ball was free, the beautiful brunette leaned forward to press her mouth against
the other woman's pussy. It did not take her long to make the Amazon leader
come.
Grabbing Gina by her long hair with her right hand, Marlena pulled the
slave girl's head back. Her left shoved the rubber ball into her mouth. Her
right then pushed the captive's head down to make it easier to buckle the ends
of the strap together. While she did that, she gripped the beauty's head
between her calves.
"Now, this is what I want you to do....."
The beautiful brunette came to her feet, curtseyed, and walked the few
steps where another Amazon sat. She curtseyed before laying herself across the
woman's lap for another spanking.
Debbie realized that this might take some time. Apparently the Amazons did not
like this new slave girl, so they were determined to make her introduction in
slavery as hard on her as possible. Each one of them might want to have to
pleasure of spanking her, and in turn be eaten by her.

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Chapter 14

Debbie returned to the area where Jane and Cindi were locked in the lovers'
embrace. As she grew near, she heard a rather loud moan from one of the two as
one of the naked slave girls achieved a rather massive orgasm. The tall
brunette could not tell who it was as neither moved her face out of the others's
pussy when she came. If anything, each pressed her face in tighter into the
other woman's crotch. The only outlet for an orgasm was to lick harder, faster,
and deeper.
The single guard glanced at Debbie, then back at the two slave girls.
Debbie could tell that she was wishing she could trade places with one of them.
"I wonder if she prefers blondes or brunettes?" she said to herself.
The thought of an Amazon tied up naked on one of those devices caused her
to smile. She wondered what it would be like to force an Amazon to beg for a
slave collar, then lick away on any slave girl you paraded in front of her.
"I will keep an eye on them if you want to have a go at Gina."
"You will? As long as they are doing this, leave them alone. If they
stop, well, you know what switches are for. It is getting late. It will not be
long before Marlena wants them dressed to take them into town."
Debbie waited until the Amazon had left before selecting a switch from the
extensive collection the Amazons had on display. Slowly she rubbed it across
Jane's bare back, and then the back of Cindi's thighs. The two responded by
licking even harder. Neither wanted to be punished again. Debbie had to admit
that the Amazons' way of forcing women to submit was most effective.
As the Amazon guard had said, it was not long before the Amazons came for
the two. As the tall beauty watched, they removed the ropes forcing Jane to
hold rightly to the blonde's body. Immediately two mistresses pulled her arms
behind her back so they could secure them there with handcuffs.
While that occurred, another pair of Amazons went to work on Cindi's hands.
They pulled them down to secure them to the cuff on the sides of the device
below her body. They left her legs spread with her knees back to her chest.
One of the Amazon's who had freed Jane's hands, pulled the brunette's head
up with her right hand while her left shoved a bright red, rubber ballgag into
her mouth. The beautiful brunette knelt on the floor with her head bowed while
an Amazon standing behind her buckled the ends of the strap together beneath her
long hair. Having the strap tightened while her head was in that direction
caused the strap to pull the rubber ball deeper into her mouth when she raised
her head.
They dragged her a short distance to the left of the door way where a set
of chains hung down from pulleys attached to beams overhead.
The cuffs came off. They raised the beautiful brunette's arms over her
head where they attached a leather cuff to each wrist. There was no need to
lock them as they knew their captive would not be able to get free. A large
metal ring dangled down from each cuff at the back of Jane's hand. They put the
rings over hooks at the end of the chains. Two Amazons were ready to turn the
cranks to raise the chain. Slowly Jane was dragged off her feet.
They turned their attention to Cindi. While Debbie watched them pull Jane
upright, another Amazon was busy shoving a rubber ball into the blonde's mouth.
She remained strapped down to the device until they were ready for her. They
removed the straps holding her knees spread. Next they removed the straps
holding her body to the device. Once free, they dragged her over so she faced
the brunette, then she too was hoisted in the air.
Debbie had been so intent on watching what they did to Cindi that she did
not see the bevy of French Maids arrive. They knelt on the floor before the
naked slave girl with their heads on the ground and their bottoms in the air.
This raised their arms so a mistress could easily reach the handcuffs keeping
them prisoner. An Amazon passed along behind them to free their hands. Once
the cuffs were removed from their wrists, they began dressing the helpless slave
girl.
More slave girls dressed as French Maids arrived. Debbie admired their
legs as the paraded past her on their way to Cindi.
The two slave girls were dressed in similar fashion, though the color
scheme was different. Each wore a corset. Jane's was bright red with black
lace trim while Cindi's was shiny black with red lace trim. Each wore sheer
black stockings and high heeled sandals that matched the corsets they wore.
When they were finished with Jane, the French Maids who had been dressing her
knelt on the ground before her, heads forward so the ends of their long hair
touched the ground. They held their hands behind their backs so their
mistresses could secure them again when they wanted to.
Right now the Amazons were interested in Jane. They lowered her toward the
ground so she could stand upright. One Amazon removed each cuff. Up each arm
they drew a black satin shoulder-length glove. When finished they then drew her
arms behind her back. When they stepped back, the brunette's arms remained
behind her.
While this was going on, another Amazon was occupied attaching a chain
leash to her slave collar.
The other two went to work on the French Maids, imprisoning each pair of wrists
in bands of steel so escape was impossible.
When Debbie looked in the other direction, she saw the Amazon attaching a
chain leash to the blonde's collar. With a simple tug, the blonde started
forward.
As she passed, Debbie saw how they had secured Cindi. It looked like a
regular pair of handcuffs, but there was a difference. She saw that the captive
had to hold her hands in back at waist-level. She soon saw why. The center of
the three links connecting the two cuffs was locked to a metal ring sewn in the
back of the corset.
Debbie had to laugh. The blonde was a prisoner of her own attire.
Though it was common to chain slave girls in single file, the leash of one
attached to the ring of the back of the collar of the other, in this case one
Amazon held each leash. The slave girls trotted along behind their mistresses.
Debbie had to smile as she watched their feet. They were so unused to
walking in spike high heels, much less run in them. She suspected that in a few
days they would be quite used to them. There were few things more graceful than
the elegant sway of a slave girl's bottom as she hobbled about on spike high
heels.
By the time the small party arrived at the place where the tall brunette
had left Gina, they had the beautiful slave girl dressed and were busy putting
the handcuffs on her. Like the others, she wore a corset. Hers was silver
metallic as were her gloves and high heels.
They led the two slave girls over beside Gina, one on her right, the other
on her left. Amazons removed the leashes only to replace them with short tether
chains. One end was attached to a ring on the side of the collar. The other
was attached to a ring on the side of Gina's collar.
Debbie smiled. The Amazons would used them to led her around.
"You have a thing for corsets," she said, indicating by the lack of
reflection in her voice that she did not expect a reply.
"Yes. The slave girl appears to be dressed, but all the best parts are
still exposed."
Debbie saw that what Marlena said was true. The corset surrounded the
waist but left the tits and pussy exposed. If anything, they drew attention to
them.
"Kneel."
All three slave girls dropped to their knees about the same time. One
Amazon standing behind them unbuckled the strap holding the rubber ball in
Gina's mouth. Once it was loose, she grabbed a handful of the woman's hair to
pull her head back. The Amazon who had ordered them to kneel pulled the rubber
ball from her mouth. With her head in that position, she could not close her
mouth. Dropping the ballgag on the ground, the Amazon produced a pair of
rubber chocks. One went between the brunette's teeth on the right and left in
back. She could not close her mouth.
The Amazon used a rubber drain stopper to seal the slave girl's mouth.
They had cut a spiral in the outer side so it looked like a rubber screw. The
Amazon inserted it between the brunette's
front teeth. Holding it by the little metal ring, she twisted it to the right,
screwing it in between the captive's teeth so it would not come out without
being unscrewed. The wearer could push against it with her tongue as long as
she could, and it would not come out.
It also suggested that the slave's mouth was nothing more than a drain.
This was another thing to remind the captive that she existed only to please
others.
"That will begin to hurt you in a while, Gina, so I suggest you hurry.
Everyone, on your feet."
The three slave girls staggered back to their feet. The two on the outside
were happy they were not the recipients of that plug. Each resolved to be a
good little slave girl to keep the Amazons from punishing her further.
Using switches, the Amazons guided the three naked captives down the hill
toward the road to town. Debbie followed, wondering if they intended on taking
them into town as they were. (She suspected that was not the case because of
Gina's special gag. She thought Marlena had some new torment in mind for the
beautiful brunette.)
The three slave girls crossed the road leading to the town. On the other
side there were a number of tents and buildings that housed other slavers. They
Amazons guided their captives to a central area where several paths intersected.
This was a staging area of sorts. A slaver could prepare his or her slave
girls there either for movement into the town, and movement to another town. A
gravel road led up to the area where the wagons could be brought.
The area also allowed slavers to show off their merchandise. All slavers
were rivals when it came to deciding who had the most attractive slave girls. A
slaver who had a girl he thought particularly beautiful or sexy could be placed
there, either tied to a pole, spreadeagled or secured in stocks.
This area could also be used to display merchandise a slaver might want to
sell. Perhaps he or she had an overabundance of blondes. Too many blondes at
one time could drive the market value down. Rather than take a loose, a slaver
could display the merchandise. Perhaps someone had a private buyer, or had room
for another slave girl or two in a wagon for transport to another town.
"Stop."
As soon as the three halted, Marlena removed the chains that connected
Jane and Cindi to Gina.
"Kneel over there," she said as she attached a leash to Gina's collar. The
other was meant for the other two. They rushed over there to kneel facing a
pillory.
Unlike most pillories that forced the slave girl to bend over, this one
forced her to kneel with her head in the air. It would allow prospective buyers
to check out the merchandise. It was to this device that Marlena led the
brunette captive.
"Kneel."
Gina fell to her knees before the device on the wood platform upon which it
rested. She glanced to one side, then the other as two Amazons unlocked the
ends of the cross piece. They lifted it in the air, revealing the three grooves
in the board attached to the vertical supports.
First though, they secured her ankles in a set of stocks attached to the
platform. The Amazons gave their beautiful captive no orders. They simply
pulled her legs apart until an ankle fell into the grooves. When they attached
the upper part, they had Gina's feet imprisoned in circles of wood.
The glanced back as the Amazon leader removed her handcuffs.
"Put your head in the center groove, and your wrists in the other two."
Gina leaned forward a few centimeters until she could place her throat
against the large center groove. She looked to the left. That wrist was very
close to the groove on that side. She moved it a couple of centimeters towards
her head to allow it to slide into the groove. A look to the right. That wrist
was too close. She had to move it several centimeters away from her.
As soon as the second wrist was in position, the two Amazons brought the
board down on the back of her neck and wrists. There were three grooves cut
into this board also, causing the two boards to form a circle. While they
locked both ends, the beautiful brunette tugged dwon slightly on her left hand.
The circle of wood was far too small to allow her hand to go through. She was a
helpless prisoner again.
"Move your knees as far apart as you can."
Gina tried to, but could not. The Amazon grabbed her right nipple and
squeezed hard. "I said move."
"Mmmmfffff."
She could not move at all. Her chin rested on a slight groove cut in the
front board. She could not move her head at all in any direction. Gina could
move no part of her body except her hands.
The Amazons were not finished with her. Marlena stepped in front of her to
show her the dildo.
"In case you want to struggle, I think you will find this position very
stimulating."
The dildo was on the end of a rod attached to a jack. The Amazon
maneuvered it into position directly under the beautiful brunette before pushing
down on the handle a few times. The end of the dildo rose half a centimeter a
time until it touched Gina's pussy.
Gina responded as the Amazon knew she would. Her nipples became hard and
pointed. She was enjoying herself despite her wishes. The Amazon stepped back.
Realizing that the woman did not intend on inserting it in her, the slave girl
uttered a mournful grunt through the gag.
"Mmmmmfffffftt!
"Do you want me to jack it into you all the way? If you did, blink twice."
Gina closed her eyes once, then a second time.
The Amazon approached again. The captive beauty tried to look down to see
what her mistress was going to do, but her bondage was too secure. She could
see nothing two or three meters in front of the pillory.
She heard the sound of metal on metal as Marlena stepped down on the lever.
The dildo rose half a centimeter into her.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!"
"I think she likes it," Marlena said to the others. Gina heard them laugh
but did not care.
The Amazon stepped down again, driving the tip of the dildo further into
her slave girl. She continued to push until the device had completely
disappeared into the brunette's pussy.
Gina tried to pull her hands out of the pillory, but discovered she could
not. She heard people moving but did not see them. By the sounds she knew they
were taking Jane and Cindi away. Turning her eyes to the left, then the right,
she wondered if Marlena intended to simply leave her there, or if she had
something new.
"So what is this surprise you mention?"
It was a man's voice, one she did not recognize. She tried to turn her head
to see, but could not. He placed his right hand on her forward as though he was
going to push her head back so she had to look up at him. Since she could not
move her head at all, he did it merely to get and keep her attention.
"Remember a couple of months ago at the Spring Bazaar Reception, there was
one particularly beautiful young woman who called you an amoral, spineless
slaver? Here she is."
Ginae did not recognize him. That did not surprise her, there were always
so many young men after her. She could not remember them all.
"How much for her?"
"Oh, she is not for sale. Before we take her into town, I thought I would
give you the chance to sample her charms. Her pussy is filled as you can see,
but that gag is easily removed. We are going into town in about forty-five
minutes. Until then, you can enjoy her. If you lose interest, have your
friends have a go at her. If she does not do a good job, just this switch on
her titties. You probably noticed that we ignored them. We want her to be very
enthusiastic when it come to pleasing you. Forty-five minutes."
His name was Canjac and his story was much darker than what Marlena
suspected. She only knew he was a minor slaver in town. His operation never
compared with that of the Amazons. She know it did not harm to generate
goodwill. She never knew when she might need a favor.
The slaver grabbed the nipple of the brunette's left tit. He found it hard
already. Gently he rolled it back and forward between two fingers.
"Though I am tempted to whip these titties of yours, I guess I should give
you the chance to persuade me not to."
Canjac quickly had his cock out. He grabbed the ring on the gag. With a
quick twist to the left it popped out of her mouth.
"Enjoy," he said as he thrust his cock into her mouth. "Knowing what the
Amazons are looking for, I do not think you will get any more of this."
In his right hand, he held the switch. He did not have to see to direct it
down against her titties.
He did not struck them, but let the end of the switch rub across them as an
unspoken warning to the slave girl.
With her mouth held open, there was no way Gina could resist. She knew the
man could beat her tits for whatever reason he wanted. She had to do the most
she could to keep him happy. Her lips were of no use, but her tongue could
still move. As he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, she rubbed her
tongue against the bottom of it to try to make him come. The more she used her
tongue, the harder and faster he thrust his hips against her face.
She became aware that there were two cocks in her, one in her mouth, and an
artificial one in her pussy. She tried to moved her body to generate pleasure
from the dildo, but she was bound too tightly. All she could do was kneel there
and try to please.
As Marlena and Debbie walked back toward the Amazon camp, an Amazon passed
through the gates of the town. When she saw the Amazon leader, she picked up
the pace so she caught up with them before they went far. She said nothing but
handed her a piece of paper.
Marlena glanced down at it as she walked along.
"So far all you have proven is that you can select a single female and
deliver her to us. I want to see how much you have this planned out."
"What do you mean?"
"This is Mia .Mendelsohn I had her do some checking this to see if it would
be worthwhile cooperating with you."
Debbie glanced at the Amazon, thinking she might be some sort of enemy.
She was a little bit less than average height so the top of her head came only
to Debbie's chin. She wondered what it would be like to tie this dark-haired
beauty across a spanking bar and paddle her bottom.
"It would be."
"We know, but we had to check. Mia went through our files of women of
interest and came up with a few we are interested in."
She passed the paper to the tall brunette.
"This is the name of one of the co-eds in your college. Let us see if you
can cover the disappearance when we are the ones who choose the girl."
Debbie glanced at the name. She did not recognize it, but that meant
nothing. Her beauty college was the largest and best-known for several hundred
kilometers in any direction. She had hundreds of students.
"Okay. I will send her over tomorrow. What excuse?"
Marlena smiled a little.
"Tell her you have chosen her to model a new line of clothing."
"And that would be?"
"Slave girl outfits."

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Chapter 15

"My plan is working perfectly," Paulette Peters thought. Okay, she had
spent several hours bent over so any man who happened by could use her body.
She lost track of the number of orgasms she had, and had gained a new
appreciation for making Ronor happy. Once she was able to use her feminine
wiles on him, he would surely want to marry her instead of that slut Shelley.
The beautiful brunette moaned through the gag filling her mouth. Though
her legs and back ached from the bent-over position she had been in for hours,
the moan came from the disappointment of being freed from that position. The
effect of being bound naked, so any man could use her body who wanted to, was
something she had never before imagined. She wanted more of the attention that
position generated. She could not believe any man could pass her by.
Shelley's attempt to keep her from seeing Ronor would fail. She would be
delivered to him as a slave girl, right under the guards' noses. He would take
one look at her and decide he wanted to marry her instead of Shelley.
The buxom brunette smiled through the gag wedged between her teeth.
Perhaps, after they were married, she might even pretend to be a slave girl so
he could use her any way he wished. She felt her nipples grow hard as she
thought of herself bent over, legs spread, strategically placed ropes keeping
her immobile. Ronor would enjoy it. So would she.
The same the mistress who had kept her a prisoner since Janice left took
Paulette back to an alcove. There she bound the young woman spreadeagle to clean
her up. The mistress turned a crank that lengthened a chain. A wooden bar
attached to the end of that chain descended from the ceiling. A leather cuff
was attached to each end by a single link of chain. The woman freed Paulette's
hands, but immediately pulled the right over to one end of the bar. The leather
cuff went about the wrist. The left hand went into the other leather cuff.
As the mistress moved across the room, Paulette turned her head a little to
the right to watch. When the woman turned the crank in the opposite direction,
the chain shortened. The bar rose toward the ceiling, drawing her arms into the
air. The woman stopped turning when the lovely captive's hands were above her
head where she could not use them to protect her body.
She returned to fasten a spreader bar between Paulette's legs. The captive
already stood with her feet apart, so it took the woman only a minute to fasten
one leather cuff about each ankle.
The bar was now between her legs so she could not pull them together.
The mistress smiled at her before returning to the crank. She shortened
the chain again by turning the crank around in a circle four more times. The bar
rose toward the ceiling, drawing the buxom captive with it. The woman stopped
when Paulette's feet were several centimeters off the floor.
With her legs bound far apart, Paulette was helpless with every intimate
part of her body available to anyone who happened by. The beautiful brunette
felt the mistresses hands on her body, and wanted desperately to make love to
the woman. The leather collar locked about her neck proclaimed to all that she
was only a slave girl. To whom she made love would not be her choice. The
brunette's mouth became dry was she thought of herself helpless in Ronor's arms.
Paulette did not realize it, but she began to think of herself as a slave
girl. What she wanted did not matter. Men and free women would decide what she
did.
Tears ran down her cheeks as she realized just how vulnerable she was.
Then she remembered Ronor. They would take her out in public bound as a slave
girl, but they would deliver her to Ronor. One look at her and his heart would
be hers.
Paulette saw movement from the corner of her eye. The mistress crossed to
a table where she picked up a piece of paper. After studying it for a few
seconds, she disappeared off to the left. The captive beauty put her head back
to relax as she wondered what would happen next. She felt certain Janice had
passed along her instructions, but now this mistress controlled her fate.
She hoped Ronor would appreciate what she was doing to get him to marry
her.
The dark-haired mistress returned with clothing for her. Paulette had said
only that she wanted to wear the clothing of a slave girl. She suggested Janice
pick out the items for her to wear. Not being able to choose her own clothing
would make her feel even more as though she was a slave girl. Besides, she
could not choose the correct outfit. She needed someone objective to pick
attire that was sexy enough for her to overcome any inhibitions she might have.
With the proper lingerie and dress, she was certain Ronor would want to keep her
as his own.
The mistress crossed the alcove to a cabinet where she deposited the
clothing and selected an item from a drawer. Since the item chosen was small
and made of leather, Paulette wondered if it was a new gag. She rubbed her dry
tongue over the curve of the rubber ball filling her mouth. The novelty of
having it in her mouth had worn off hours before.
The mistress moved to her right until she disappeared from sight. Paulette
stared straight ahead, knowing if she turned her head, she might be punished.
To this woman, to all free women, she was nothing more than a slave girl. She
showed how obedient she could be by staring straight ahead, pretending to ignore
what the mistress was about to do to her.
Paulette flinched when saw something close to her face. The mistress had
chosen a leather blindfold for her. As soon as the woman had it against the
captive's eyes, Paulette could see nothing but the dark leather. As the
mistress tightened the strap to hold it in place against her face, no light
could get through to her eyes.
Paulette was in total darkness, even more helpless than she had been.
Since she could not see what went on about her, the buxom brunette
concentrated on listening. The mistress moved to her left. After a few seconds
the sounds of her footsteps disappeared.
Paulette twisted her hands back and forth in a futile attempt to get free.
"What if something has gone wrong?" she wondered as she used her tongue to
explore the gag in her mouth again. Trying to draw her legs together failed
also. She could do nothing more than dangle silently in the air.
Footsteps sounded to the left, footsteps that could only come from slave girls.
The distinctive "clickety, clickety," of their high heels on the floor told the
buxom captive that her mistress had brought at least two of them with her.
Unable to resist, or help, or do anything, Paulette remained spreadeagled
until they finished dressing her. Unseen hands removed all her clothing before
cleaning her. (The attire worn by slave girls was designed so it could be put
on, or removed, while the captive was helplessly bound.) The entire operation
only took a few minutes as slave girls wore little. Paulette felt them
fastening a garterbelt about her slender waist before pulling the stockings up.
Fingers touched her thighs as they adjusted the length of the straps to keep the
stockings pulled up. High heeled sandals went on her feet, sandals with a strap
across the top of her foot and around her ankle so she could not kick them off.
A cloth brushed across her body. This was the dress she was to wear.
Often slave girls went out in public bare-assed naked, but usually masters and
mistresses liked to have the slaves dressed in the most demeaning and erotic
attire imaginable. Paulette wondered what they had in store for her.
Hands grabbed her titties to push them through the cloth. The garment
enveloped her body as they pulled it behind her back to snap the ends together.
She felt the material about her hips. At least her pussy would be covered.
The sounds of the high heels moved away from her before stopping. A few
seconds later she heard the "clicking" as a mistress secured handcuffs on a
slave girl. After a few more seconds, the sounds suggested a second slave girl
had been secured in bondage. Almost immediately the sounds of the high heels on
the floor began again and quickly moved away from her.
Paulette stood there helplessly, awaiting her mistress's return, which
occurred a couple of minutes later. Footsteps moved from her left to her right
in the direction of that cabinet. A door opened and closed. The footsteps came
over in front of her.
She tried to look down when the mistress put the belt about her waist, but
of course she saw nothing with the blindfold on. She listened as her mistress
moved around behind her. Hands freed her right hand from the cuff that held it
above her head, but immediately drew it behind her back where a steel cuff
awaited. The cold steel tightened about her wrist. When the hands let go, the
tug on the leather belt told her the cuff was attached to the belt in back.
Not only would her hands be secured to the belt, but she would have to hold them
at waist-level.
The hands brought her left hand down in back where another steel cuff
awaited.
The footsteps moved about the area, returning to where she stood. In
seconds the cuff about her right ankle fell away, followed seconds later they
the cuff on her left.
Paulette could have brought her legs together but she did not. Everyone
thought she was a slave girl. As a slave girl who acted improperly they would
be punish her as they would any other slave girl.
The footsteps moved around behind her. She kept her head straight forward
as though what happened behind her was of no consequence.
Hands gripped her upper arms and a shove propelled her forward. The
beautiful captive took a few steps in the direction indicated until the hands
twisted her body to the left.
When the blindfold came off, Paulette found herself staring at her
reflection in a mirror.
The colors the mistress chose for her were lime green and black, well,
mainly shiny lime green. The stockings were sheer black, but both the satin
dress and the high heeled sandals were green. The dress was short as any slave
girl's outfit would be, but it was just long enough to cover the top of the sto
ckings.
No one though would notice her legs. All eyes would be drawn to her
massive titties protruding through the pair of "tit holes" in the bodice of the
dress. The mistress' hands came around her body to grab the supple mounds and
lift them a little.
"This outfit really makes these girls seem all the bigger."
Paulette had to admit that it was true. She could not imagine any woman
having tits as big as those.
"Turn around and look at you back."
The buxom brunette did as the mistress ordered. She changed her position
so her back was to the mirror with her legs spread apart. The hem of the
minidress was much shorter in back. It came only to the bottom of her
bottomcheeks when she stood erect.
"Now bend over."
In that position, she saw the reflection of her pussy was visible in the
mirror. The mistress had not dressed her in panties. Her bottom and pussy were
uncovered. As a slave girl she could expect to spend a lot of time bent over.
Everyone could see and enjoy the sights.
Paulette wanted to smile.
Ronor would be helpless in her hands.
The mistress attached a leather leash to the ring on the front of her
collar. Before ordering her forward though, the woman reattached the cowbell.
"Let us go."
As she followed the mistress, Paulette bobbed her head up and down so the
cowbell clanged. Everyone--masters, mistresses, even slave girls -- turned to
look at her.
Though her head moved in one direction, her eyes shifted back and forth.
She felt proud that none of the slave girls had bosoms as large as hers.
"Oh, stop that infernal noise."
The speaker was a man seated in a chair against the wall. As they
approached he to his feet and moved past her mistress to stand immediately in
front of Paulette. His hands moved up to cup her titties. As he lifted the
supple mounds, his thumbs brushed across the nipples. They were still as hard
as they had been all day. Paulette did not want him to let go.
"They really are large, but I do not want that noise following me
everywhere."
He removed the cowbell and handed it to the mistress.
"Kneel."
Paulette slowly lowered her left knee to the floor, then brought her right
down to join it. Only then did he remove the leash from her collar. He handed
it to the mistress also.
"I am sorry if I am late. Time got away from me."
"It is okay. There are a couple more slave girls who have not arrived
yet."
As he spoke, he pulled a leather device from his belt. Paulette wanted to
look to see what it was but was afraid that he would punish her if she did. She
stared at his chest as he fastened something about her head. "I wonder if he
was one of the men back there who used me," she thought.
It took almost a minute for the beautiful brunette to realize that he
strapped slave girls' blinders on her head.
The slave girls' blinders were a bondage device used to keep the captive
women from knowing where they were. A harness went about the wearer's head. On
each side of the head, a stiff leather pad ten centimeters high by eight wide
extended forward so the wearer could not see on either side of her.
With one hand he pushed her head forward so she had to look at the floor.
He attached chains from the harness to the rings on the sides of her
collar. When he let go, she tried to raise her head but discovered the chains
kept her from doing that.
He stepped around behind her. One hand against her forehead held her head
up as far as the chains would allow. He attached another chain to the ring in
back.
"Looks good."
Paulette discovered she could only see a short distance in front of her.
She could not move her head up or down, left or right because of the chain. The
only way to see anything was to turn her whole body. A slave girl who did
something foolish like that could expect to be punished most severely.
He squatted immediately to her right to attach a small leather strap about
her right ankle. A dozen small circular bells dangled down, ringing at the
slightest movement. Shifting position slightly, he attached another to her
other ankle.
He attached a chain leash to the ring on the front of the collar. A jerk
up was the signal for her to rise.
She followed him at the end of the leash outside. With every step the
bells on the ankle straps jingled, drawing attention to her. Though no longer
adorned with that cowbell, she could go no where without people knowing.
She thought it funny that he objected to the sound of the cowbell, but
still used the ankle bells.
Suddenly a kneeling slave girl appeared in sight. Paulette caught a glimpse of
her head and knew she also wore the slave blinders.
"Kneel."
Paulette dropped to her knees behind the slave girl and watched as the man
attached the end of the leash to a ring on the back of the other slave girl's
collar, a ring hidden by her long brown hair.
He walked away when he was done. Of course, Paulette could not see him do that,
but knew by the sound of the footsteps that he had left.
The buxom captive stared at the hair of the slave girl in front of her.
She had often wondered what it would be like, not only to be bound, gagged, and
helpless, but to be linked front and back to other slave girls so she was
nothing more than another body in a crowd. Now she knew.
Without thinking of it, she played with her bondage, feeling the cold
steel on her flesh. By pulling on the cuffs, she caused the belt to press
against her tummy. Escape was impossible no matter how hard she tried.
"What is taking those other two so long to get here? I want to get this
over with," she thought as she tried to move her head. She knelt so close to
the slave girl before her that all she could see was her hair.
"On your feet, Slave Girls." Crack! Crack!
Paulette started to rise as soon as the order was given but she was no
used to getting up and down without the use of her arms to maintain her balance.
Crack!
"Mmmffftt!"
The switch caught her on the right thigh. She straightened up immediately
and almost lost her balance. Someone grabbed her arm to steady her so she did
not fall over.
The buxom brunette thought they would start off immediately, but there was
still the matter of the two other slave girls to attend to. She felt the man
pulling her long, dark hair aside in back. The tug on her slave collar told her
someone was attaching the end of a leash to the ring on the back of her collar.
The coffle was now complete. Paulette was nothing more than another sexy
and beautiful slave girl chained into a line for movement from one place to
another.
"Walk." Crack! Crack! Crack!
Though the leash connecting her to the slave girl in front was two meters
long, her head was less than a meter away. This allowed the captives to advance
at their own pace at the beginning without stopping and starting.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Paulette stared at the street in front of her. The sides of the street
were paved with smooth stones so there were no obstructions to cause slave girls
in spike high heels to trip. Paulette took one step forward after another.
Crack!
She saw a switch land on the right bottomcheek of the slave girl ahead of
her. The hand holding the switch quickly pulled it back. Paulette stared at
the red line where it had landed.
Crack!
"Mmmfffttt!"
Pain shot through her bottom when the switch landed. She picked the pace
up a little to get closer to the slave girl ahead of her. She did not want to
give him reason to use it on her again. She was rapidly learning how to be a
good, little slave girl.
The slave girl ahead of her turned to the right, and she followed.
"We are now going...."
She knew the street on the other side of the inn. Perhaps they had turned
down it, or maybe they traveled further than that. Then of course there were
the alleys. Slavers used them often to transfer coffles of slave girls to keep
the slow-moving lines from tying up traffic.
Then of course there was the problem that only free women could use the
front door of a place. Slave girls were delivered to the back door, just as any
package would be.
Paulette had lived her entire life in this town, but after only a few
minutes in the coffle, she had no idea where she was.
Her eyes moved to the right and then the left. The street and the curb
looked pretty much the same everywhere. The roadway to her left and the curb to
her right might be a different shade of gray, but they revealed nothing. The
slave blinders did their job well. She saw nothing that would tell her where
she was.
Fifteen minutes after the coffle started, it came to a halt. The pace was
necessarily slow so they had not gone far from the inn. Paulette tried to raise
her head again to see what was going on, but could not. All she could do was
stare at the legs of the slave girl before her. She heard voices but could not
make out the words. Suddenly the slave girl in front of her took a couple steps
forward. Paulette did the same, feeling the leash from the back of her collar
to that of the slave girl behind her grow taut. When that slave girl stepped
forward, the tension on the leash eased.
Paulette knew a slave girl had been removed from the coffle ahead of her.
One captive no longer had to think about being paraded around in public, bound,
gagged, half-naked. She had arrived at her destination.
Paulette wondered how much longer it would be until she arrived at hers.
The coffle stopped a second time, then a third as more slave girls were
removed from the coffle. At the fourth stop, she realized they were adding one
to the end of the coffle behind her.
The line started forward for a few minutes before stopping again. The two
slave girls behind her were removed from the coffle. The slave girl on the end
was brought forward so she was still connected front and back.
Paulette began walking forward again when the slave girl ahead of her did.
They turned left, they turned right. They could have gone in a complete circle
and Paulette would not have realized it.
The coffle stopped. They had arrived at her destination.
Hands removed the end of the leash from the collar of the slave girl ahead
of her. Those hands then turned her to the left and pushed her forward.
"Spread them." To add emphasis to the command, he grabbed a handful of
pubic hair and pulled. She moved her feet about a meter apart.
He removed the slave blinders, then with one hand on the back of her head,
he pushed her upper body down so her head was a waist-level. Paulette
remembered back in the in when she had been in that position. Anyone standing
behind her would be able to see her pussy. She wanted desperately to pull her
legs together but knew she could not without being severely punished.
He attached the end of the leash to a ring on the wall about two meters
above the ground.
Paulette stared at it, realizing that it was so high that she could not reach it
with her cuff hands.
When he had finished removing the slave blinders, he removed the belled straps.
As he rose he grabbed her dangling right tit to give it a playful squeeze.
"I do wish I had time to play with these girls."
Then she was alone.
There was no one there to watch her so she could have straightened up if
she wanted to but she knew if they caught her, she would be punished. Where
that switch had landed on her bottom still burned.
The wait was not long. Someone came out of the house. With her long hair
hanging down, she could not see who it was.
Suddenly she could see nothing as hands applied a blindfold over her eyes.
With the ends buckled together the blindfold was in place.
She could see nothing.
The leash swung from one side to the other. She knew the hands were
freeing the end of the leash. Soon she would be inside. She would see Ronor.
She would win him back.
She started forward, then turned left. A few more steps forward, then
another turn to the left.
Hands pushed her to her knees. Without thinking she kept her knees spread as a
slave girl.
She heard another set of footsteps come and the original set disappear from
the room.
Ronor had her. Soon he would be hers.
A hand slid the blindfold off.
"I knew that eventually you would find your truly calling, Paulette.
Hahahahaha,"
The buxom brunette raised her head in horror. It was not Ronor who held
the end of her leash.
Shelley Baker reached forward to pinch both nipples.
Paulette was now her slave girl.

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Chapter 16

    The co-ed was beautiful, but then, they all were.  Her eyes were light
brown, as was her hair.  Though she wore her hair up as any free woman would,
one strain had worked its way loose.  Continually she used her right had to pull
it back into place, only to have it fall down again.  The spectacle of watching
her was most annoying, but she was certain men enjoyed it..
    Julie Jackson stared down at the form before her as this particular co-ed
babbled on with an endless series of complaints.  She had written her name
across the top of the complaint form.  "Carin Carlson."  If it was not the noise
her roommates made, it was the food in the cafeteria.  Julie dutifully noted
every complaint on the form.  When she ran out of space, she turned it over to
write on the back.  It did not matter what she did with it.  Once the co-ed
left, she intended to throw it out.  She was tired of all their tiresome
complaining.
    Julie looked up at Carin.  The frosted pink lipstick was on a set of lips
that were in a perpetual pout.  Her makeup was perfect.  Everything about her
was perfect.  One day she would get a job selling cosmetics, and she would do
quite well at it.
    "I will pass these complaints on to the department chiefs.  I am certain
you will get action right away."
    The young woman thanked her and left.
    Julie waited until the door closed before tossing the form in the trash
can.
    "You would not believe what type of complaints I am hearing today," she
said in the outer office as she poured herself a cup of coffee.  Three teaspoons
of sugars, two of creamer.
    "Anything unusual?" one of the secretaries asked, trying to make polite
conversation.
    "Of course none of it was unusual.  It was the usual garbage from a bunch
of spoiled young women.:"
    Julie turned, placing the index finger of her right hand against her right
cheek just below the eye.
"Oh, my roommate made so much noise shaving her legs this morning, I had trouble
getting my makeup on.  Does it look right to you?"
    They all laughed.
    "They are nothing but a bunch of stupid bimbos."
    The coffee was hot so she had to sip it as she crossed the room.  From a
"Completed" box she selected a report.  She read it as she walked and sipped.
The coffee spilled, leaving brown spots on the paper.
    "Here, you have to type this whole thing over again."
   "I spent hours on that!"
    "Well, you obviously need the practice if that took you hours."
    The secretary wanted to say something, but the look on Julie's face told
her to remain quiet.
Julie was not done though.  She enjoyed being an administrative assistant.
Okay, she had to do little in this job, but that was fine with her.  Her job was
to tell other people what to do.
    She went to the office manager's little alcove at the other end of the
room.  Okay, she little real power but they did not know that.  She could
terrorize them with her threats alone.
    "I will not have your secretaries being rude to me.  Just because I made a
little error I will not have them being rude to me.  If this happens again, I
will see that they are fired, and you along with them."
With an exaggerated sigh, the brunette made her way back to her office.
    "That stupid bimbo," she said aloud, thinking of Carin Carlson again.  "She
is just so cute, and so adorable..."
    She envisioned Karen wearing only a garterbelt, stockings, and high heels,
kneeling on the floor before her.  Her constant complaining had been replaced by
whimpering through the ballgag filling her mouth.  She twisted and squirmed,
trying to get free, but the multitude of ropes about her arms and chest were too
tight.  Escape was impossible.
    As the beautiful brunette sat back in her chair, she thought more of Carin
in bondage.  Carin and the co-ed before her, and the one before her, and the
one....
    Leaning forward suddenly, she opened a drawer in her desk.  Hidden under
some pads of paper was a small business card.  She stared at it as the image in
her mind changed again.
    No longer was that Carin bound and gagged on her knees.  Now Julie was the
one wearing the slave collar.  All those snotty co-eds were gathered around her,
complaining about everything she did.  Ridiculing the size of her breasts....
    The beautiful brunette looked down at her chest.  They had every reason to
be jealous of the size of her bosom.  "Stupid bimbos," she repeated out loud.
    She stared at the card again.
    "Why not?"
    Since she was the administrative assistant, she could make her own hours.
None of the bitching from the stupid little co-eds was important.  Their
complaints could wait until tomorrow.
    In a few minutes she found herself outside the "Heath and Beauty Spa, Inc."
She looked down at the card in her hand.  "One free visit," was what it read.
    "What could it hurt?" she said aloud.  Looking back and forth, she was glad
to discover no one had heard her.
    The building was rather nondescript.  Looking at the outside of it, no one
would suspect what activities went on inside.  Julie looked down at the card,
then up at the sign over the door.  This was the correct place.
    A receptionist was seated behind a large desk just inside the door.
    "May I help you?"
    "I was given this."
    She handed the card to the woman who glanced at it briefly, then looked up
at the beautiful brunette.
    "No problem.  Since this is your first visit, we need you to fill out a
questionnaire, you know, just the basic information.  Then one of our customer
service specialists will give you a little test."
    "Test?"
    Nobody had said anything about any tests.
    "Do not worry about it.  This test is an easy one.  You decide whether you
pass it or not."
    With a puzzled look on her face, Julie took a clipboard with the
questionnaire to one of the chairs lined up along the wall.  There was one other
woman there, seated in the center chair along one wall.  She chose a chair on
another wall.
    "This must be your first time."
    Julie looked up.  She wondered if she knew the woman.  In some ways she
resembled her, that is, she had black hair and big brown eyes.  One glance was
enough to tell her that the other woman's breasts were not nearly as large as
hers.
    "Uh, yeah."
    "You will like it here.  I have been coming for about three months.  I
swear it gets better every time."
    "Oh."
    The buxom brunette had no idea how to respond to that statement.  She was
not certain she wanted to make friends with this woman.  She did not want anyone
to know she was there.
    "Let me let you in on a secret.  When they ask you what, just tell them the
deluxe treatment."
   "What does that mean?"  Julie was truly puzzled.
   "With the deluxe treatment, you have no rights at all.  Well, except for
those laws here in town.  Once you are bound and gagged, they treat you just as
though you were a slave girl.  They decide what will happen to you. Believe me,
it will keep you coming back for more."
   "Miss Thomas?"
    Both women looked at the woman in the doorway.  She was free, that was
obvious, but she wore the clothing of a slave girl.  The minidress was white
satin.  This contrasted nicely with the sheer black stockings.  The shoes were
white patent-leather with four inch spike high heels.  A strap across the top of
the foot and around the ankle keep them on the wear.
    "Oh, hi, Miranda,"  said the woman.  She immediately came to her feet.
    "Nice meeting you," she said over her shoulder as she followed the woman
toward a door.
Julie sat back with the questionnaire still incomplete.
    Once the door swung shut behind the two, Julie turned her attention back to
the paper before her.  She had it completed in just a few minutes.  There was
just some basic information.  A note said they collected it to get a
cross-section of the new clients to help marketing.  It made sense.  But then
again, Julie's tits were bigger than her IQ.
    "As soon as one of the customer service women is free, I will have her
administer your test."
At the mention of the word "test," Julie began to worry.  "What could they
possibly test me on."  Okay, so their client list might be very special, but
with her looks and the size of her boobs, she could not believe they would not
want her as a client.
    She looked up when the door opened again.  Miranda, the one who had led
that brunette away, appeared in the doorway.  She went to the desk to get the
clipboard.  She spent only a few seconds reading before glancing up with smile
firmly plastered on her face.
    "Miss Jackson?"
    "Yes, that is me."
    Of course, except for the receptionist,  there was no one else in the room.
    "I am Miranda   Come on in back."
    Julie followed the woman.  The skirt was so short that she could see the
woman black, satin panties.
    Julie wore the clothing of a free woman.  That mean that she kept most of
her body covered as much as possible.  Her skirt was ankle-length so all her
legs were covered.  Only a slave girl went about displaying her legs.  If she
was lucky, her master or mistress would give her little more than a garterbelt.
If she was unlucky, she would have a very short skirt to wear.  It proclaimed to
the world that she could not hide her legs.
    Many women with large breasts wore vests, or if they were professional
women, jackets.  Julie's certainly were quite large but she shunned an outer
garment.  The long-sleeved, white cotton dress she wore did button at the neck.
(Slave girls, of course, were expected to show off their tits.)
    "What happened to..."she had to stop to think of the woman's name.  "Miss
Thomas."
    "Oh, you mean, Teresa.  Are you friends with her?"
    "I just met her."
    "If you continue to come, you will run into her a lot.  She is a regular."
    Julie bit down on her lower lip for a second.  "She said I should ask for
the deluxe treatment."
    "The deluxe treatment?  Okay, but first you have to pass the test."
     Julie frowned as she followed the woman down the hall past several doors
that were closed.  A little sign indicated each was occupied.  The buxom
brunette looked about her.  She saw no one.  That meant that no one would see
her, no one who knew her.  The woman stopped at an open door.
    "We can conduct your test in here."
     The buxom brunette entered the room warily, then looked around once she
was inside.  There was little to the room.  On one wall several coils of light
rope hung from pegs.  The only other thing in the room was a solid wooden post.
Julie knew its only function was to serve as a support to tie women to.
    "What is...this...test?"
    "It is simple.  I tie you up.  Let you feel the ropes for a while, then I
untie you.  If you want to continue, you pass.  If you do not like being bound,
we shake hands and you leave."
    That sounded so reasonable to Julie that big-chested brunette saw no reason
to object.  Okay, she was going to be helpless, but what the woman had said to
her eased her fears somewhat.
    "What do I do?"
    "Stand against that post with your arms behind it."
    That was how it began.  The woman selected one coil of rope to begin with.
Once behind the beautiful young woman, she doubled the rope in half so she could
stick the working ends through the loop formed in the middle.  She slipped the
rope over Julie's hands and pulled it snug against her wrists.  She made three
more passes with the rope, the ends moving in opposite directions, before
passing one end between Julie's hands and the other between her forearms.  She
made three more passes, a total of six loops that cinched the ropes tight.  When
she tied a simple square knot, there was no way the beautiful brunette could get
free.
    The mistress then passed the ends of the rope about the post and the young
woman's waist.  She made two passes before tying the ends together in front.
    As she crossed the room to get the next coil, Julie looked down at the knot
at her belly.  It was clever the way the woman had tied the ends together in
front of her.  This rope bound her hands, but they were behind her back.  With
the knot in front, there was no way she could reach it to free herself.
The woman moved around behind her again.  This time the rope encircled her upper
chest above her large bosom.  The woman passed the ends of the rope about her
body twice before pulling the slack from it and tying a knot in front.  The
woman pulled one end around the brunette's body.  She tucked it in between the
captive's body and the post.  Stepping around to the other side she did the
same.       She then reached between Julie's back and the post to pull the end
through.  When she had both ends stuck through, she looped them around.  Pulling
the two ends behind the brunette's head, cinched the loops about her chest.  She
pulled them so there was no slack.  The rope dug deeper into the captive's
flesh.
    The next rope also went about her body, but it passed under her large
boobs.  The mistress tied the ends together right there between the mounds.
Once again she ran the ends behind Julie's back to cinch the ropes.
    Julie could tell this woman was experienced.  She wondered how many women
she had tied up at this place, how many in this very room.
    Another rope went about her slender waist.  Again the woman cinched the
loops to insure there was no slack.
    When the woman returned to the wall to get the next rope, Julie tried to
take a deep breath.  She found the rope constricting her movement.  Just by
breathing, the ropes made their presence known.  She watched as the mistress
pulled a coil from a peg.  While she was not looking, she squirmed a little bit
to see how much freedom the woman had left her.
    There was none.  She was totally helpless.  She began to feel as helpless
as a slave girl.
The mistress knelt at the captive's feet to tie the next rope about her lower
thighs just about the knees.  The tightening coils pulled the material of her
long skirt tightly against her shapely legs.  Much the same as she had done
before, the woman tied a knot in front of Julie's legs, then passed the ends of
the rope around the post.  After three passes from both ends she pulled all the
slack from them that she could.  She tied a knot in front, then brought both
ends around so she could cinch the loops between her legs and the post.
    The final rope went about her ankles.  In seconds they were bound as
tightly as the rest of her body was.  She stood against the post without being
able to move anything other then her head or her heads.  Escape was impossible,
and she certainly could not move from that spot.
    "A couple more items, and then I will leave you here to enjoy yourself."
    The woman pulled something from her leather belt.  She had not noticed it
before.  Julie could not see what it was until it was right in front of her
face.
    The woman held a gag.  It was not much of a gag, but it definitely was a
gag.  There was a flexible rubber piece that was oval-shaped that would fit in
her mouth.  On each end there was a leather strap.
The mistress said nothing to her, but simply held the gag before her mouth.
Julie ran her tongue over her bottom lip nervously before opening wide to accept
it.  The flexible rubber piece slipped between her lips and in between her
teeth.  The woman stepped to the side to get around behind her.  Julie bit down
on the gag.  Being flexible, it gave way.  It would not be too unportable to
wear, but she was certain it would keep her from saying anything.
    The woman pulled the ends behind her head to buckle them together.  The gag
was in Julie's mouth to stay until someone unbuckled the ends of the strap, and
bound as she was, Julie certainly was not going to be the one to do it.
     The final item was a black leather blindfold about ten or twelve
centimeters high.  The mistress held it up against the brunette's beautiful face
so she could fit her nose through the nose hole.  She then pulled the ends
behind Julie's head to buckle them together.
    Now, not only could she not struggle or cry out for help, she could not see
what was going on.
    "The nature of the test is this: You remain tied up for a period of time.
How long?  Well, that is not for you to decide.  I will decide how long you have
to remain here.  When I come back, I will let you go.  That is when we decide if
you passed the test or not.  Some women do not like to be tied up.  Others want
more.  Just think about how helpless you are.  I you decide to continue, we will
see about the deluxe treatment for you.  Who knows?  Perhaps Teresa would like
to help since she suggested it."
    Julie heard the woman cross the room to the door.  She listened to the
sounds the door made as the woman opened and closed it.  She tilted her head
slightly to the left to listen more closely.  She heard no sounds to indicate
that she had locked the door when she left.  The door was unlocked!  Anyone
could walk in and see her helplessly bound, gagged, and blindfolded.
    As soon as she was alone, the buxom captive attacked her bondage.  She
pulled and twisted on every rope but could not get free.  With each attempt she
felt the ropes on her soft flesh.  If she pulled in one place, another part of
her body, the rope would dig in.  She struggled a little, just enough to realize
she was helpless but not enough to hurt herself.
    She had wondered what it was like to be one of those slave girls out on
display in the town square.  There were few reasons to bind a woman in public
like that.  Usually when they were bound naked to a post, or bound spreadeagled
between two posts, it was because they were new to their collar.  Their owner,
man or woman, would put them out in public where everyone could examine their
bodies.  Julie had not been able to pass through the square without stopping to
play with the titties of one or two of the captives.  Unused to being fondled,
they would twist and squirm.  It did no good though.  They were only slave
girls.  They existed only to bring pleasure to others.  Their titties were there
for people to play with.
    Julie imagined she was bound to a post on the side facing the city hall.
That was in line for all the men going to work.  She knew some of them and
imagined what it would be like to be bound naked before them.  Perhaps they
would dress her on in a garterbelt and stockings.  The choice parts of her body
would be exposed and available.  She imagined what it would be like to be
helpless as they reached out....
    "Well, how are you doing?"
    The mistress had returned.  The buxom brunette wondered how long she had
remained bound there.  It seemed as though it was only a minute or two.  If it
was that little, it certainly had not been much of a test.  Perhaps it had been
longer.  Perhaps it had been ten minutes, fifteen minutes, or more.
She took a deep breath and pushed against the post so she could feel every rope
against her body.
The mistress pulled the blindfold off first.  The gag followed.  She stuck them
in her belt.
    "Well, did you pass?"
    "I think so."
    "Do you want to continue?"
    "Yes."
    The mistress went to work untying her in the opposite order she had bound
her.  She began with the ankles then the thighs.  Five minutes later the
beautiful brunette was untied, but wanted to be.
    "Just a second while I get an outfit for you."
    The woman stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.  She
returned in just a few seconds.
    "Put the clothing on.  Since we do not want anyone to think you are a slave
girl, we do not use collars.  Kneel on the floor right here and attach this to
you ankles."  She squatted where she had pointed and attached one end of a short
chain to a ring on the floor.  The other end was attached to a pair of shackles.
She held up a ballgag as she stood up.  "You know where this goes."  Next, she
produced a pair of steel handcuffs.  "And you know what to do with these."
    "I will give you about ten minutes to get ready.  Then I will take you back
to the playrooms."
As soon as the woman left, Julie examined the garments left behind.  The dress
was white satin, and extremely short (as befitted any slave girl).  There was
little else, but she knew it would make her extremely sexy-looking.
    She dropped the items on the floor when she could not find anything to put
them on.  No sooner had they touched the floor than she was reaching behind her
back to get at the buttons on the back of her long-sleeved, white blouse.  She
undid those as quickly as her fingers could work.  When she was done, she pulled
the blouse off and dropped it on the floor beside her new clothing.
    The long skirt was next.  She had to unfasten it at the waist and pulled
down on the zipper before she could get it off her hips, but once she had done
that, it fell to the floor.  She stepped out of it, then used her right foot to
lift it on top the blouse.
    The white cotton bra was next.  No sooner did it land on the small pile of
clothing than she was pulling the white cotton panties down from about her hips.
She let them fall on the pile of clothing.
All that remained was her shoes.  She kicked them off so they landed on the
floor next to her clothing.
The first item she put on were the stockings.  They were sheer black with a seam
up the back.  She sat on the floor to put them on, drawing one up her left leg,
then her right.  When she had them up all the way, she started at her ankles to
smooth them out.  Cupping her leg at the ankle, she pulled her hands up her
legs, gradually drawing all the wrinkles out.  Once she finished with her left
leg, she switched over to repeat the process with her right.
    To keep them up, the woman had given her a white satin garterbelt to wear.
A single strap went around her waist, but in front it looked like an upside "U"
with white satin extending down toward her legs.  The "U" outlined her pubic
area, drawing attention to it.  All the edges of the satin were lined with
dainty white lace ruffles that added an extra degree of femininity to the
already sexy outfit.       Julie slid the garterbelt about her slender waist and
hooked the ends together.  She saw by her reflection in the full-length mirror
on one wall that it hung nicely on her hips.  Bending forward slightly, she
adjusted the length of the straps, then attached the tabs to the top of the
stockings.  Again she looked at herself in the mirror.  The stockings and
garterbelt looked perfect.
    The white satin panties were next.  She picked them up and thought at first
they were damaged.  There seemed to be a lot of loose strings to them.  Then she
found the ends of the strings and held the little garment up.  "No wonder it
looked damaged," she said aloud.
    The panties were crotchless.  She would have to secure them in place by
tying a pair of strings on each hip.
    Giggling at the thought of wearing such a naughty item, she stuck it
between her legs.  One set of strings she tied together on her left hip, then
other on her right.  She looked at herself again in the mirror.  Not liking what
she saw, she changed the length of the strings on the left, and then the right.
Each set of strings she tied together with a bow - a simple little bow that
could be undone with nothing more than a tug on a loose end.
    Spreading her legs apart, she looked at herself in the mirror.  While the
panties covered her pubic hair, she could see part of her pussy.  Turning about,
she looked at her bottom in the mirror.  The little triangle of satin back there
did a thoroughly inadequate job of covering her bottom.  Spreading her legs
apart again, she bent over.  Over her left shoulder, she could see the
reflection of her pussy in the mirror.
    She giggled again.  This was fun.  She knew already that she could be back.
She was beginning to enjoy this.  It would be fun pretending to be a slave girl
even if she did nothing more than wear the clothing.
    The only other garment was the white satin minidress.  As with all other
slave girl attire, it was designed so it could be put on or taken off a slave
girl while she was bound.  Working quickly, Julie fastened the snaps together.
    One more she moved back to the mirror.  The hem of the dress was just long
enough in front to cover the tops of the stockings.  Still, it showed a lot of
her legs, far more than any free woman would flaunt in public.  Turning around,
she looked at her bottom in the mirror.  Even when she stood straight up, anyone
could see her bottomcheeks peeking out from under the hem.  When she bent over,
all of her bottom could be seen.
   She liked it.
   She turned to look at her bosom.  She wore no bra, but the dress was
essentially a halter-dress.  Each large, supple mound had it own satin cup.
They hung outwards since they were unsupported bu a bra.  She knew they would
wiggle and jiggle when she walked.  The neckline was cut low to show off her
cleavage.  She had deliciously large titties, and would finally be able to show
them off, even if few people saw them.  She knew she was going to have fun
coming here.
    Her large bosom were more than enough to to make other women jealous.
    The dark-haired beauty smiled at her reflection in the mirror.  She wished
there was some guy around who could fondle them.  She knew any man would find
them to be more than a handful.
The only thing that could be considered clothing that was left were the sandals.
Lifting them by the straps to eye level, she peered closely at them.  They were
little more than straps and high heels.  They hardly qualified as clothing.
    The buxom brunette moved toward the chain where she sat on the floor to get
them on.  Clothing?  There was little to them as they almost did not qualify as
shoes.  A narrow strap passed across her foot near her toes.  Another went about
the ankle.  Once she had sandal on her right foot, she raised that leg in the
air to shake the foot.  The shoe was secured tightly to her foot by these
straps.  It would not off without the straps being undone, and if she was bound,
she would have no way of unstrapping them.
    When she had both of them on, it was time to turn to the bondage.

[foysalh781]

Chapter 17

    The gag was first.  Julie Jackson lifted it toward her mouth but thought
the rubber ball was too big to fit in.  Placing two fingertips of both hands on
the ball she shoved.  Still, it would not enter her mouth.  Pulling it away from
her face so she could get a better look at it, she frowned.  It was not a normal
frown.  It was that frown she used when she wanted some guy to make a fool of
himself doing what she wanted.  Only this time there was no guy there to help
her.
    She tried again, pushing as hard as she could.  The rubber compressed a
little, allowing the ball to pass between her teeth.  The rubber ball was now in
her mouth, filling it and forcing her jaws apart.
    "Mmmmffftt!"
    She had to try it to see how effective it was and she had to admit that it
was quite effective.  Okay, she could grunt a little, but no one outside that
little room would ever be able to hear it.  She could say nothing anyone could
possibly understand.
    As she crossed the room to the mirror, she grabbed the ends of the leather
strap with both hands.  She had never done this before so it took time to get
them buckled together.  She pulled them behind her head.  Carefully she slipped
the working end through the buckle.  Once she had that done, she pulled it.  As
the circle of leather grew smaller, she felt it all about her head, on her
cheeks and the nape of her neck.
    Getting the ends buckled was another problem.  She fumbled around with them
for a couple of minutes before she get them fastened together.  As she finished,
she kept an eye on the door.  She did that want that woman to come back while
she was still securing herself.  She did not want to appear as some kind of
naive girl who had never done this before.
    With the strap fastened, she could now free her hair.  Quickly she pulled
the pins free, allowing her long, dark tresses to fall down.  Bending over, she
shook her head to insure the strains were not tangled, then she jerked her head
as she flipped her hair backwards with both hands.
    The buxom brunette admired her image in the mirror, moving to one pose
after another.  She would make such a beautiful and sexy slave girl.  She knew
all her friends would be jealous.
    Quickly she made her way to the spot where the chain was on the floor.
Between the ring and the door there was a velvet-covered pad half a meter long.
She knelt on that.  They were taking care of her knees.  She liked that.  She
thought that meant they really cared about her.
    She knelt on that pad facing the door.  This put her feet near the ring.
    Fastening the manacles about her ankles provided to be almost as difficult
as buckling the gag in her mouth.  Glancing at the steel device, she realized it
was nothing more than a handcuff.  Well, that would make it an ankle cuff.  She
fumbled around for almost a minute before she managed to get the manacle to lock
on her right ankle.  It took less time to do the other manacle as she had a
better idea what to do.
    After she finished, she realized she did not have a key to those shackles.
Though her hands were still free, she could not move far from that ring in the
floor.  At least she was glad that her ankles were fairly close together.
    That left the handcuffs.  They were connected to the shackles by a very
short chain.  Again she had to fumble with the steel device, but in a minute she
had her hands cuffed behind her back.
    Once this was done, she could do little more than kneel there to await the
woman's return.  She did not know it, but she could had rolled onto her front,
but that would have gained her nothing.  She would have merely been chained into
a hogtie position.
    She hoped Miranda would not be long in returning.  She really did not like
being helpless like this.  Anyone could walk in and take advantage of her
helpless state.  Okay, there were a couple of guys whom she would like to please
like this, but they were the exception.  This was not like the test.  That had
purpose to it.  This was just something to keep her helpless.
    She rubbed her tongue across the inside curve of the rubber ball filling
her mouth.  She could not call out for help.  She doubted anyone would help her
anyway.  She was dressed and bound and as slave girl....
    The door opened. The beautiful brunette was relieved to see it was Miranda.
Julie paused in her thinking, then thought that statement again.  It was
Mistress Miranda.  She was nothing more than a slave girl, and this woman was
her mistress.
     "So, tell me, how is it going?"
    With that ballgag filling her mouth, there was no way the buxom brunette
could answer that question.  Rather than make some stupid grunt, she merely
stared at the woman.  She was on control there.  Julie could do nothing.
    "I have a treat for you.  You remember Teresa, the woman you met in the
waiting area?"  Julie could answer that question.  She nodded.  "We have very
strict rules about privacy here.  No one is allowed to see what is happening to
someone else without their permission.  Teresa said it was okay for you to see
what is happening to her.  She has been a regular here for several months.
Would you like to see what happens to her?"
    Once again, the buxom brunette nodded.
     The woman in the short white dress removed the chains holding her captive.
The captive brunette did not feel threatened by her own helplessness because the
woman was dressed almost exactly as she was.
   The chains clinked as they landed on the floor.  Julie was free, but that
freedom was to be extremely short though.
    "Keep your hands behind your back.  Lean forward and put your face against
your knees."
    Once in that position, Julie could not see what happened to her, but she
certainly could feel it.        The woman moved her hands about so they were
palm-to-palm.  The rope followed immediately.  The woman looped it about her
wrists several times before cinching it.  She tied a knot, then ran the ends up
to the brunette's elbows where she repeated the process of passing the rope
about both upper arms.  This time she did not cinch these loops, but merely
pulled them tight, drawing all slack from the loops.  In doing so, she drew
Julie's elbows together.  Another knot insured that she could not escape.
    Julie tried to alter the position of her arms, but discovered she could
not.  The ropes were far too tight for her to do much of anything.  She
wondered, at first, why the woman had applied so many ropes to her body.  All
she had to do was to tie her hands behind her back to make her helpless.  She
saw no need for all these ropes.
    At first.
    Looking down, she saw the effect of the body on her body.  By binding her
elbows together, the woman had forced her shoulders back.  The result was
Julie's already large tits thrust forward into new prominence.
    The beautiful brunette watched as the woman crossed the room to the wall
where the ropes had been.   She selected something before returning to her
captive.
    "We do not use collars.  They could be misunderstood.  If you really want
to wear one, we have a special release.  There are a few women, Teresa is one,
that like to wear a collar so they can really pretend they are slave girls.
Most do not.  It is up to you.  We use this instead."
    She held up a chain leash.  One end went about the brunette's neck.  The
woman attached the clasp on the end to a link.
    "It works like a collar, but it is not a collar.  Come on."
     Julie started after the woman thinking they were going to see Teresa, but
the woman halted at the door.  Without a word to the captive beauty, she
attached her end of the leash to a ring on the wall.
    Julie turned around to watch as the woman walked past her.  She wondered
what was going on.      The woman squatted to pick up the chain with the
manacles and the handcuffs.  She left them hanging from pegs on the wall.  The
ropes were next.  Julie had to wait patiently while she neatly coiled them into
small circles before hanging each from its own peg.
    By then, Julie began to understand the logic behind so many ropes.  She
could feel them on her arms everywhere.  She did not even have to struggle.  The
tightness of her bondage was a constant remainder of how helpless she really
was.
    "Like I told you, we respect everybody's privacy.  That is why you have to
wear this when you are in the hall."
    She held up a black leather blindfold.  She gave no more orders to the
captive, but merely turned her around by grabbing her by the shoulders.  Once
the brunette stared at the far wall, the woman raised the bondage device in the
air and lowered it until it was in front of her face.  Miranda leaned forward to
see that it fitted in place perfectly.
    A leather pad covered each eye.As soon as they were in front of her face,
Julie could see nothing.  When the woman fastened the ends together, the strap
pressed the pads against her eyes.  No light at all could get through to her
eyes.
    Julie was more helpless now than she had ever been in her life.
    And she was totally enjoying it.
    She felt a gentle tug on the leash.
    "Just follow where I lead you.  I will not let you run into anything."
    Julie put her left foot forward.  She hesitated a second or two before
shifting her weight to it so she could move her right foot forward.  Slowly she
moved forward before turning to the right.  She knew she was in the hallway.
    "Wait here while I see if Teresa is ready for you."
    She heard the sounds the woman's high heels made as she walked away.  She
could still feel the downward drag of the chain on the back of her neck.  She
knew she was tethered to something there in the hall.
    They were treating her as they would any slave girl.  She had to remind
herself that she was not one.  She was simply a free woman who enjoyed being
bound and gagged in rather revealing attire.
Miranda returned to her a couple of minutes later.
   "Come along.  They are waiting for us."
    Julie slowly advanced down the hall, then turned left, walked forward a
short distance, then turned left again.
    "Kneel."
    Slowly she brought her left knew down to the ground.  Once it touched, she
brought the right down to join it.  In that submissive position she awaited her
mistress's pleasure.
     Almost immediately she felt hands at the back of her head removing the
blindfold.  When it was off, she blinked several times as her eyes became used
to the light.
    She looked around for Teresa.  A slave girl knelt to her right.  The hair
coloring was not right, this slave girl's hair was lighter, and she appeared
bigger.
    A woman turning a handle on a wall drew her attention in that direction.
Julie realized her new friend lay on the floor beyond the slave girl with her
head toward the door.  The rotation of the crank shortened a chain attached to a
bar suspended from the ceiling.  A pair of short chains dangled down from the
ends with leather cuffs attached.  Teresa's feet were secured in these cuffs.
As the woman pulled the bar into the air, she pulled the brunette's feet in the
air.
    Slowly Teresa's feet appeared in sight, followed by the rest of her legs.
Julie saw she wore sheer black stockings.  She certainly gave the appearance of
being one very sexy slave girl.
    Soon the shortening of the chain pulled the beautiful captive's rear end
off the floor.  Julie noticed immediately that her new friend wore even less
clothing than she did.  She had on a black satin garterbelt to hold up the
stockings.  That was all she wore, stockings and a garterbelt.  (Of course she
wore high heeled sandals, but they could hardly be considered clothing.)
    In a matter of seconds the women had the beautiful brunette spreadeagled
upside down.  Her wrists were secured in leather cuffs attached to short chains,
so when her head was a meter above the floor, her hands were drawn tautly toward
the floor.
    The woman turning the crank continued to work it, around and around,  until
Tersea's body was pulled so taut that she could move nothing other than her
hands, feet and head.  Doing that would accomplish nothing.  She was naked and
vulnerable.
    Julie knelt there wondering what it would be like.
    "You can tell from this position that we can do anything to Teresa that we
want.  Maybe we might want to spank her ass, or perhaps her titties.  There is
no part of her body that she can protect."
While the woman in white spoke, the second woman with Teresa's was pulling the
slave girl to her feet.  She dragged the luscious captive over until her body
pressed against the brunette's.  The mistress stepped around behind the captive
to get at the handcuffs holding her hands behind her back.  Once they were off,
the slave girl kept her arms in the position they had been.  Julie marveled at
the discipline she had.
     A slap on the fanny was the signal the naked slave girl awaited.  As she
put her arms around Teresa's waist, the woman walked around the suspended
captive.  There she refastened the handcuffs so the slave girl could do nothing
but hold on to Teresa's naked body.  She then started back around Teresa so that
once again she was behind the slave girl.
    "Though we could spank her as much as we wanted, there are far worse
torments.  Just watch."
    The woman removed the slave girl's gag.  The slave girl stared straight
ahead until she received another slap on the fanny.  Julie had to admit that she
was one, well-trained animal.
    The slave girl buried her face in Teresa's pussy.
    "Mmmmmm!!"
    Julie saw Teresa thrashing about almost immediately.  She thought at first
that they were being cruel to her and that she did not like this, but then she
realized the young woman had just had an orgasm.  All the slave girl had to do
was rub her tongue.....
    "Mmmmmmmm!!!"
    Julie had never come that quickly before.  She saw from the way her new
friend was flexing her hands that the next orgasm was coming.
    "Mmmmmmmmmm!!!!"
   "Teresa, of course, has been coming here so several months.  This really is
one of her favorite positions.  The rules of the game are that we decide what
happens to her.  There are other positions she finds equally exciting.  And
there are ones that just leave her helplessly tied up.  The choice is ours."
    "Speaking of tied up, it is time to get started with your bondage.  Let me
leave you somewhere safe for a while, and then if you are a good little girl,
maybe we will let you and Teresa play together for a while."
    Julie wondered what the woman meant by that, but with the rubber ball
filling her mouth, there was no way she could ask.
    "Come on.  On your feet."
    The buxom brunette staggered to her feet, unused to moving about with her
arms secured behind her back.
    The woman pulled the blindfold down over Julie's eyes.  "Come along," she
said as she tugged gently on the leash.
    The beautiful captive took a tentative step forward, then another and
another.  When they reached the hallway, the woman grabbed her by the shoulders
to turn her to the left.
    "Just walk naturally.  I will not let you run into anything."
    Julie tried to do that, but found it most difficult.  She imagined with
every step that she was going to run into something, or maybe trip over
something.  While she did walk slowly, she increased her speed gradually.
    "Stop.  Turn left.   This is your room."
   The leash pulled her forward again.  After she took a few steps, hands
grabbed her by the shoulders.
    "Sit on the floor with your legs out in front of you."
    The only way to get into that position (without falling down) was to kneel.
Slowly she brought her right knee down almost all the way to the floor.  She let
it drop the last few centimeters.  Her left came down quickly to join it.  She
swung her bottom to the side as she sat down.  This left her legs tucked under
her, but she had no trouble swinging them out in front.
    As she moved her legs, the woman removed the blindfold.  Julie blinked her
eyes as she looked around her.  This room was similar to the other (as near as
she could tell).  Perhaps it was a little smaller, and there was a mat she sat
on.
   The woman wasted no time.  Once the blindfold was off, she dropped it on the
floor.  With her hands free, she picked up the first rope.  She passed it
several times about Julie lower thighs immediately above the knees.  After half
a dozen passes, she changed the directions so one end passed between her thighs
and the other between her calves.  As she pulled on both ends, these second
group of loops grew smaller, cinching the first six loops so they dug into her
soft flesh.
    As the woman shifted down toward her feet, she picked up another rope which
she used to bind the buxom brunette's ankles together.  She tied a knot only
after she had cinched the first half dozen loops.
    The woman selected another rope which she knotted so there was a loop in
the center.  She passed it around the brunette's upper chest immediately above
her large titties.  One loop was not enough, of course.  She made four passes
before tucking the ends between the captive's upper arms and body.  She brought
the end together in front where she fastened them with a knot.
    "Now roll over on your front."
    That was not as easy as it sounded.  Julie looked on one side, then the
other.  She saw no way to move gracefully.  She wondered how she could do it
without hurting herself.  She finally pulled her legs up under her on the right.
Twisting her body to the left, she fell on her left arm.  Because of the mat,
there was little pain.
    Julie discovered she was now staring at a wall.  The woman had given her no
instructions regarding which direction to lay, so she assumed this was
acceptable.  The matter was clarified when the woman grabbed her by the ankles
to spin her about so her head was toward the door.
    Julie tried to look behind her to see what the woman did to her, but with
her long hair, she could see nothing.  While she could not see what happened,
she certainly could feel it.  The woman looped another rope about her ankles and
tied it tightly.
   "I wonder why she is doing that?" the beautiful brunette wondered.  Her legs
were already securely bound.  She knew she could not get them apart no matter
how hard she tried.
    The answer to that question became apparent when the woman bent her legs
back toward her head.
    "A hogtie?"
   Julie had never been hogtied before.  Okay, she had never been tied up
before.  This was something special.  She had heard rumors from others about the
sensation of total helplessness one got from behind bound in this position.
   The rope about her upper arms and chest grew taut as the woman threaded both
ends of the rope through the loop on Julie's back.  She ran them back to the
captive's ankles where she looped them around several times.
   While she could tie a knot at this time that would leave Julie helpless, she
wanted to do more than that.  She placed her left upper arm on the brunette's
lower shins at her ankles.  By leaning down, her weight pushed Julie's feet down
against her back.  As the high heels touched the captive's arms, she used her
right hand to pull the ends of the ropes, drawing all the slack from them.   By
moving her body just a little, she could use her left hand to help tie a knot.
When she was finished, she let go.
Julie remained in the position in which she had been tied.  Maybe her feet moved
a centimeter or two up from her lower back, but essentially she could not move.
    "One more little thing," the woman said as she scooted toward the door.
She stopped at Julie's head.  Without another word to the buxom captive, she
slipped the blindfold back over her eyes. "I will be back for you when they are
finished with Theresa.  It may be a while.  She can take quite a licking and
still keep kicking."
    Giggling at her own humor, the woman left, closing the door behind her.
    The rapid succession of events left the captive beauty stunned for almost a
minute.  Seconds before she had been seated on the floor, now she was trussed up
in a hogtie.  She was gagged.  She was blindfolded.
    "Mmmmfftt."
    Yeah, she was gagged real well.
   Once the surprise wore off, she decided to see if she had been securely
bound.  She began by jerking her feet away from her head.  With each jerk the
loops of rope dug into her shoulders and the lower shins.  After just two or
three tries, she quit.  She knew she was not going to get free that way.
She then went to work on the rope binding her hands behind her back.  She tried
to pull on it, but discovered the rope looped about her chest and upper arms
kept her from doing much.  She certainly could not pull down any further, and
all the ropes insured that she could not draw her arms up toward her shoulders.
    Frustrated at her inability to gain any freedom at all, she began to rock
from side to side.  She ended up on her left side, she ended up on her right.
It made no difference, she was still as securely bound at the end as she had
been at the beginning.
    She lay on her front when she heard the door open.  Instantly she stopped
struggling.
    "That was quick!"  She thought.  She expected Teresa's bondage to take a
long time.  She expected to remain there helpless for some long period.
    Then a thought occurred to her.  Maybe she had been there a long time.
Maybe she had enjoyed her struggling that she had completely forgotten about the
time.
    "We have to take you across the hall to a room where there is a device we
want to use with you."
Julie wondered what it was.  She thought it might be something painful.  She
wanted to resist, but did not try as they removed the rope that held her in that
hogtie position.  They did not roll her over, but simply removed the ropes from
her lower thighs and ankles as she lay there.
    "Come on!  On your feet!"
    There was little the buxom brunette could do on her own.  Hands pulled her
to her feet.  About all she could do was not to resist.  (Bound as she was, she
could hardly have resisted if she wanted to.)  She felt a tugging on the rope
about her lower thigh.  Abruptly, the loops became lose and fell away.  Someone
had cut the rope.  The same thing happened to the rope about her ankles.
    "Come along," a woman's voice sounded in her ears.  Hands held her securely
as they pushed her forward.  She sensed they had taken her out of the room.  She
was in the hallway where anyone could see her.  Of course, with the blindfold
on, no one would recognize her.  They thought of everything.
No commands were given to her.  The hands just turned her around.  They pushed
her backwards a meter until she was against something solid.  A projection dug
into the backs of her legs.
    The hands changed positions.  (Actually there was only one pair by now.)
One had on each shoulder forced her to sit down on that projection.
    "Having fun?"  The woman whipped off the blindfold, tucking it in her belt
for further use.
    Julie blinked a few times as her eyes became accustomed to the dim light in
the room.
    There were three women working on her.  They were all she could see at
first.  They forced her to bend forward so the could free her arms.  Her freedom
lasted only seconds as one woman pulled each arms behind the wood board where
they tied them together at the wrist.  More ropes went about her upper chest,
lower chest, and flat stomach.
    When the women moved, Julie saw that there was one other person in the
room.  A fifth person knelt next tot he door facing the wall.  With her long
black hair it could onl be Theresa.  They had bound her hands behind her back,
and tied another rope between her elbows so they were drawn together.  More
ropes encircled her body, pinning her arms to her sides.  It was obvious she
wore a blindfold.
    "Move your knees apart."
    The projection she sat on was only a few centimeters deep, but there were
two extension flaring out like the letter "V."  More ropes went about her
thighs, one about each lower thigh just behind the knees, and the other at the
top, almost to her crotch.
    "Okay.  Move her."
    Two of the women moved around behind the board.  Julie tried to look behind
her to see what they were going to do to her, but she saw nothing.  Suddenly she
felt the board move.  The part at the top fell toward the floor, while the end
toward her feet rose.  When it stoped moving, her fanny was a little lower than
her head.
    "Here, we want you to be able to watch."
    A woman lifted her head to slid a pillow underneath.  This kept Julie's
head raised so she had to stare between her spread legs.
    The third woman had been busy with Theresa.  She brought the beautiful
brunette over so she kenlt between Julie's legs.  The blindfold came off first.
    The ballgag was next.
    "Tell her she has a beautiful pussy."
    "You have a beautiful pusy."
    "Tell her it is more beautiful than yours."
    "You pussy is much more beautiful than mine."
    "Tell her you would like to reward her for having such a beautiful pussy."
    "I want to reward you for having such a beautiful pussy."
    "Now eat it."
    As she gave that command, the woman pushed Theresa's head forward.  The
naked captive planted her mouth on Julie's pussy and began to explore it with
slow movements of her tongue.
Julie struggled to try to get free.  She felt every rope on her body as she
exploded with one orgasm after another.
    Since she was gagged, she could say nothing, but she pleaded with Theresa
to stop using her eyes.  The captive sensed Julie's sensual submission was near.
She began to lick faster and faster.
Julie's legs kicked wildly as she came, one orgasm after another.
    She pleaded with the mistresses with her eyes for them to make Teresa stop,
but they only smiled at her.  She saw one whisper in the ear of another.  She
could not hear what was said as she was in the midst of another orgasm.
    Julie pulled violently on the ropes binding her in a futile attempt to get
free.  As she strained against her bondage, she felt another orgasm begin.
    All the mistresses smiled at her.  Though Julie did not know it, she had
passed through the first phase of training a free woman to be a slave girl.  She
would enjoy being bound and gagged.
    Julie threw her head back as far as she could as she emitted another
muffled moan as she came again.
    When they finally released her and allowed her to put on her own clothes,
she found Teresa waiting for her in the waiting room.
    "Did you have fun?"
    A couple of dozen orgasms?  What woman would not have fun?
    "Yeah."
    The two started toward the door.
    "Are you coming back tomorrow?"
    "I...was...thinking about it."
    "Would you like to do something with some guys?"
    "Like what?"
    "Sort of what happened to you today.  Only with guys.  Lots of guys."
    The buxom brunette had to think about it for only a few seconds.
    "Okay."
    "I will tell them.  Can you come about two?"
    She giggled at what she had said.
    "Sure."
    Teresa noticed the hesitation in the woman's answer.
    "What is it?"
    "Why did you eat me back there?"
    The lovely brunette had a look of total surprise written on her face.
    "Why...I had to.  They told me to."

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Chapter 18

    Andrea Anderson knelt on the ground with her legs spread far apart so
anyone standing in front of her could not help but see her pussy.  Though her
head was bowed to show her mistresses how submissive she was, her gaze did not
extend down to her pussy.  She concentrated on her large titties.
    "I wonder how long they can stay like that?" she thought as she stared at
the pointed nipples.  She had lost track long before of the number of times she
climaxed as a result of another slave girl licking her pussy.  That delicious
torment had ended several minutes before, and yet her nipples were still hard
and pointed.  The slave girl suspected it would not take much effort for her to
come again.
    She raised her head to see if any of the Amazons showed interest in her.
She suspected that with more training, her face buried in another woman's pussy
would be sufficient to cause her to come.  Then she would know she was
completely a slave girl.
    She certainly wore the clothing of a slave girl.  The corset, straps and
stockings outline her pussy and drew attention toward her uncovered pussy.
Andrea could not provide herself with any modesty as they had bound her wrists
behind her back.
    She could hardly wait for that training to begin.
    An Amazon appeared suddenly in sight on her right.  With her left hand the
mistress pushed the blonde's head back so her nose was in the air.  This made it
easy for the woman to attach the end of the leash to the ring on the front of
her collar.
    "On your feet, Pussy."
    The buxom blonde staggered to her feet.  She was incapable of any
resistance.  Her entire body was exhausted from the pleasure of having to endure
one orgasm after another.  She hated to see the session in the pillories end.
Well, she was not excited about having her tongue in another slave girl's pussy,
but it did give her some degree of satisfaction to have her come again
and again because of Andrea's actions with her tongue.  She enjoyed it when her
head was secured in the pillory and one slave girl after another took advantage
of her helplessness.
    She staggered forward at the end of the leash, acting as a most obedient
slave girl.
    Near the gates of the city, customs officials insured that all slave girls
would enter the town were properly processed.  Most of them were from other
towns, perhaps villages, or isolated houses.  A few, such as Andrea, were from
the town itself.  They would be fingerprinted to establish their identities in
case a conflict arose over who owned whom.  If there was data in the files about
the slave girl, they would discard it.  Andrea knew that by morning no trace of
her would exist.  She would be nothing more than another beautiful slave girl at
the end of her mistress's leash.
    Walking with her head bowed, she did not see another beautiful slave girl
being lead toward the same destination.  Even if she had seen her, she would not
have recognized her.  It was Janice, being readied to be taken into town.  It
was getting late in the day, and the Amazons were about to move their most
recent acquisitions into town.
    The Amazon led the beautiful blonde to a processing post.  This was little
more than a wood post four or five centimeters in diameter.  The top, a little
less than a meter above the ground, was padded.  Near the ground heavy steel
rings protruded from the sides of the post.  Laying on the ground beyond the
post was a pair of adjustable steel rods.  Andrea was too interested in the
post to pay them any attention.
    Janice was already in position when they arrived at the post.  The mistress
who secured her handed a small stool to Andrea's mistress.  The woman placed it
on the ground before the post.
"Step up on the stool," she said as she removed the end of the chain leash from
the upper ring on the front of the blonde's slave collar.   "I want your belly
on top so you will not fall off."
    The beautiful blonde was not completely certain what the woman wanted, but
she stepped forward any way.  She leaned forward, discovering that she could
balance her body on that padded top with her head and upper body hanging down on
one side, and her feet on the other
    The Amazon kicked the stool to her right where another Amazon was going
with Cindi in tow.
    Quickly she moved around Andrea.  It was not a good idea to allow slave
girls any freedom at all, particularly if they were new to the collar.  Bound
and dressed as she was, She could do nothing to regain her freedom.  The Amazon
knew that if they kept a slave girl tethered so she could not run off, she would
be much more submissive.  The mistress ran a chain from a ring on the post at
the ground to the blonde's collar.  After threading the end through the upper
ring, she ran it as far as it would go.  With her left hand she pushed down on
the back of Andrea's shoulders.  When she had the chain hooked to a link, Andrea
could not raise her head and upper body.
    The Amazon picked up the rods, tossing one on the ground behind the
luscious captive before she walked around the post.  On one end of the rod there
was a broad leather cuff.  The mistress looped it about Andrea's right ankle.
She had no need to lock it.  Andrea certainly was in no position to get it off
on her own.
    The Amazon attached the bracket on the other end to the ring on the post.  
A few adjustments, and she had it locked securely in place. Quickly she moved
over to the other side to repeat the work with the other rod and the blonde's
left ankle.
    She then stepped back to admire her work.  The buxom blonde's legs were
spread far apart.  In that position her pussy was totally exposed and
vulnerable.  Anyone who wanted to could use her pussy
    Exhausted by one orgasm after another, Andrea quickly fell asleep.  She did
not awake when they took her fingerprints.  She did not hear them admiring the
size of her titties.  She did not hear the merchant taking off his pants.  She
came awake only as she was about to explode in another orgasm.
    "Mmmmmfffffftttt!!"
    She tried to raise her head in the air, but the short chain between her
slave collar and the post kept her from doing that.  Neither could she bring her
legs together (though that would have been impossible since the man stood
between them).  She came a second and a third time.  The fourth and fifth came
almost at the same time and the sixth was not far behind.
    "Mfffftttt!!"
    The man pulled his pants up prior to moving down to Cindi to give her a
"test drive."
    Andrea struggled with her bondage without any hope of getting free.  The
more often she came, the more she wanted to come.
    She stopped struggling and felt relieved when another man stepped up behind
her.  Primed by the machinations of the first, she came quickly.  Again she
uttered a disgruntled, muffled complaint when he was done before she wanted.
    The processing of the slave girls' paperwork was done quickly.  A nominal
fee was paid.  It was time to move them into the city itself.
    Andrea felt them free her legs.  She let them hang down while they removed
chain to her collar.  She felt several pairs on hands on her body as they pulled
it back.  She landed on her feet, but was forced to her knees.
    "Put your head down."
    Staring at her bare thighs, she saw her long, blonde tresses come into
sight as they pulled them in front of her body.  This left the buckle on the
strap of her ballgag free.  Once the strap was loose, they pushed her head back
so she looked up at them.  A pair of hands jerked the rubber ball from her
mouth.
    "Are you thirsty?"
    The blonde nodded, uncertain if she was allowed to speak or not.
    Her blue eyes opened wide as they produced the bottle.  It was something of
a baby bottle, but instead of a rubber nipple, it had a rubber cock.
    "Beg to suck it."
    "Please let me suck it."
    "Show us you are worthy of it.  Kiss it and then lick it."
    Andrea puckered her lips as they demanded and kissed the end of the dildo
She proceeded to lick it as well.  After she had totally humiliated herself,
they finally shoved it into her mouth.
Andrea felt the water passing down her throat.  The shaft was so far into her
mouth that she had trouble getting it to her lips.  The dildo was very large.
She wondered if the real thing would be as large.  She wondered if Debbie would
ever let her find out. When they decided she had enough, they replaced the
ballgag.  There was more to her bondage now.
    They fastened a harness went about her head.  On each side, a stiff leather
pad
ten centimeters high by eight wide extended forward so the blonde could not see
on either side of her.
    Someone pushed her head forward so she had to look at the ground.  More
hands attached chains from the harness to the rings on the sides of her collar.
When they let go, she tried to raise her head but discovered the chains kept her
from doing that  One hand against her forehead held her head up as far as the
chains would allow.  An Amazon attached another chain to the ring
in back.
    They pushed her to her knees behind a kneeling slave girl.  All Andrea
could tell was that this slave girl had long, light brown hair.  If she had
known Janice before, she would not have recognized her now.  No one would
recognize her either.
    There was constant movement on both sides of her.  Instinctively she tried
to look to the right, but found that the check chains kept her from doing that.
She tried to turn her head in the other direction but discovered she could not
do that either.  She could only stare at the ground or the high heels and lower
back of the slave girl ahead of her.
    The time arrived for the coffle to start out.
    "On your feet, Pussies," the cry went up and down the line.  To add
emphasis to the command, the Amazons applied a willowy switch to any captive who
did not respond quickly.  Andrea was almost to her feet when she felt the switch
land on her right upper thigh in back.  She straightened up quickly. If she had
to be a most obedient slave girl to avoid being punished, then that
was what she would be.
    "Move!"
    The switch landed again, this time across her already red bottom.  She took
a step forward expecting to run into the slave girl before her, but that captive
had stepped forward also.
The coffle was on the move.
    In the lead, far ahead of Andrea where she could not see, an Amazon on
horseback led the coffle on its route.  The end of the leash of the first slave
girl in the ring was attached to a ring on her saddle.  (At least Andrea could
see Janice's back.  The first slave girl in the coffle could see nothing but the
horse's behind.)
    The customs outpost was several hundred meters from the city's gates.  Even
walking slowly because of their bondage and blinders, it took the line of
helpless captives just a few minutes to reach the entrance.  The line of
captives passed through the gate and proceeded forward a dozen meters or so.
    As the coffle turned right, the direction of the shadows changed.  Andrea
realized they were now in town.
    She was within the city walls wearing the collar of a slave girl.  No one
would help her.  She knew further that it was even against the law to free a
slave girl in the city.  She knew of no instance where a slave girl was taken
outside and freed.  She would remain a slave girl.
The route chosen by the Amazons was one they often took from the gate to their
headquarters.        The horse leading the coffle could just about find its way
on its own.  If this was a well-traveled route to the Amazons, it was unknown to
the captives.  Two minutes after the coffle entered the town, every slave girl
had no idea where she was. Andrea trudged along behind Janice, going where she
was led.  The idea of resisting never occurred to her.  She was only a slave
girl.
    Something that did both her was the absence of comment by free men and
women.  Okay, they could not see her face too well, but they certainly could see
her long, blonde tresses and her large exposed boobs.  Still, no body made any
comment.
    Of course, what the beautiful blonde had forgotten was that she was nothing
more than another slave girl.  No one would congratulate her on her body.  All
slave girls were beautiful and sexy.
    She was nothing more than another animal to be enjoyed.
    The coffle stopped in the alley immediately behind the headquarters of the
Amazons.  None of the slave girls had ever been there so there was no way any of
them could know that, even without the blinders.
    The first two slave girls were removed and taken inside.  Janice was next
in line.  An Amazon attached the end of a chain leash to her collar and led her
to the left toward the back of the building beside the entrance.
    Now it was Andrea's turn.  The chain that had connected her to the back of
Janice's collar now dangled down between her large, naked titties.  She could
not see it, but she certainly could feel it.       A hand came into sight as an
Amazon seized the end of the chain to unfasten it from the ring on the front of
her collar.  She could not tell what the woman did with it, but almost
immediately she attached the end of a chain leash to the ring in its place.
That leash hung down as its predecessor had while the woman removed the chain
attached to the back of her collar.
    Once all that was done, the mistress led the beautiful blonde over beside
Janice.
    "Spread your legs, and bend over."
    Once the luscious captive had done that, the Amazon attached the end of the
leash to a ring on the wall a little less than two meters above the street.
    There was no need to lock it was no matter how hard she tried, Andrea would
not be able to reach it.
     As she stepped past, the mistress patted the captive on her bare fanny.
    "Have fun, Blondie."
    Andrea knew that in this position, anyone standing behind her would be able
to see her pussy.  Her only wish was that some guy would see her in this
position and would available himself of the opportunity.
    Standing next to the entrance to oversee the processing of the
newly-collared captives,       Marlena motioned one of the Amazons over to her.
    "Get a couple of couriers over here to deliver this two.  I do not want to
have to post a guard to watch them."
     By then the Amazons were leading Gina forward.  Just inside the opening
they pushed her to her knees.
    The beautiful brunette tried to look around her as they methodically
removed the slave blinders.
    One Amazon grabbed a fistful of hair to pull her head back.  Another pulled
a white satin slave hood down over her head.  It was double-thickness so no
light at all could get through to the captive's eyes.  The word "pussy" was
spelled out in red sequins down the front so everyone would know the status of
the wearer even if they could not see her face.
    The same Amazon who had buckled the gag strap, now pulled the end of a
satin ribbon together to tie them in a large bow.  This secured the cloth about
the beautiful brunette's head so no light could get through.  The bow insured
that it would not come off.
    The Amazons then pulled their captive to her feet so they could loop a
leather strap about her upper chest above her boobs and under her arms.  At one
end there was a large metal ring.  On the other was a chain.  One Amazon
threaded the chain through the ring.  She held the end of the chain above the
slave girl's head to keep the leather strap from becoming loose.
    One Amazon on each side of Gina holding on to an arm pushed her
forward."There is a set of stairs in front of you.  Put your left foot on the
first one.  Good.  Then put your right foot up beside it.  Do not worry, we will
hold you so you do not fall over.  Good.  Left foot.  Good, good.  Now the
right.
    One more step to go.  First the left.   Now the right."
    As soon as the captive was on the top step, the Amazon holding the chain
attached the working end of it to a hook hanging down from a track overhead.  As
the Amazons stepped back, another of their company who had been working inside
came to take charge of the captive.  She needed something to hold onto, and
Gina's pubic hair was easily within reach.  Grabbing a handful of hair, she
pulled.
    "Mmmmmfffffttt!!"
    Gina protested to no avail as her body moved forward.  She tried to keep
her feet on the top step, but the Amazons who had guided her to the top now
grabbed her ankles to pull her feet far apart.  The Amazon who had held the
chain for the captive, now had a spreader bar.  Standing behind Gina, she
slipped it between her thighs just above the knees.  The Amazons let go of her
feet to buckle the strap about the captive's lower thigh.  In second they were
done.
    "Do not dawdle, " the Amazon taunted the captive as she began to pull
again.
    The hook was attached to the track by a bracket with rollers.  The captive
moved effortlessly inside the Amazon's headquarters.
    Marlena stood at the doorway until Jane was brought forward.  Gagged and
hooded, she mounted the stairs as each slave girl had before her.  Before they
added the spreader bar, the Amazon leader attached a nipple clamp to her right
tit.  Jane issued a little moan through her gag, but it was nothing compared to
the sound she made when an Amazon dragged her forward by her pubic hair.
    Dangling down from the clamp with a small card with special instructions.
    Marlena smiled as she saw the beautiful brunette disappear down the hall to
the front of the building.  She had plans for this one.  Jane had all the
earmarking of a born slave.  If she was correct, she would be the first to
acknowledge her new status.
     Gina was thankful they let her go to the bathroom.  They then stripped her
down until she wore nothing but high heeled pumps (and of course the satin slave
hood).
    Unseen hands held hers together, palm-to-palm, while another set of hands
looped a rope about the wrists.  She felt several loops before they were
cinched.  When the final knots were tied, she could not escape at all.
   The Amazons were not content with making her helpless though.  One Amazon
folded a rope in half to create a loop.  Passing it under Gina's left arm, she
thrust the working ends through the loop.  By pulling on it, she secured it to
the captive's upper arm immediately above her elbow.  Running it over to the
right arm, she looped it around once, then ran it back to the left.
     Bracing her body by placing a knee against Gina's side, she pulled, slowly
drawing the beautiful captive's elbows together.  One Amazon on each side began
to push on her arms to help them move nearer to one another.  When they touched,
the Amazon knotted the ends of the rope, then cinched the loops.
    The Amazons pulled their naked captive to her knees.

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Chapter 19

Janice stumbled forward after the horse.  She could see little more than its
tail, rump and legs as this courier had fasted slave girl blinders about her
head, prohibiting her from seeing to either side.  Periodically she tried to
raise her head but the short check chains that ran from the blinders to her
collar kept her from doing that.  The leash ran from her collar to a matching
ring on the side of the courier's saddle.  The horse walked quickly, forcing the
naked captive to trot along behind.
    Her feet hurt from the high heeled sandals.  Since only slave girls wore
high heels, she had no experience in wearing them before today.  She wished they
would remove them from her feet but she knew that was impossible.  She was
merely a slave girl.  The little shoes with the high, narrow heel and the little
straps made her legs look even sexier.  No master or mistress would change them
for something more sensible to wear while trotting through the streets at the
end of a leash.  (Of course, there was no way the luscious beauty could remove
them on her own.  A pair of straps secured them to each foot.  Simple buckles
held them secure, but she could not even undo them.  Her hands were locked
behind her back.  After all, she was only a slave girl.)
    Finally they arrived at their destination.  Janice knew that only because
the horse and rider leading her had stopped.  She had no idea where she was.
    She saw movement off to her left.  She wanted to look in that direction,
but the leather blinders kept her from seeing in either direction, and the check
chains kept her from turning her head. The only way she could see would be to
turn her whole body, an act she knew would cause her to be punished.  If she had
to know where she was, a master or mistress would tell her.  If she did not have
to know, no one would say a word to her.  She did not know where she was, but it
was much preferable to being punished.
    Janice was quickly learning to be a good little slave girl.
    Since her bottom still burned from the spankings she received earlier in
the day when the Amazons enslaved her, she would not do anything to warrant
another spanking.
    The leash attaching her to the saddle was removed, but immediately replaced
by another leash.  Hands spun her to the left and forward.  She found the wall
of a building a few centimeters in front of her face.
    Hands removed the blinders but she did not dare turn her head to see who
was there.
    A copper pfennig appeared in sight against the wall.
    "Hold it here with your nose."  The voice belonged to a woman, but she did
not recognize it.
    The beautiful brunette leaned forward to pin the copper coin against the
wall with her nose.  Now, if she turned her head, the coin would fall, and she
would be punished.  With her face that close to the building, she could see
nothing.
    She knew she was in the hands of someone who knew how to control slave
girls.
    She did not hear the courier ride off as all her attention was on the hands
fastening a leather slave hood over her head.  The leather bondage device had a
gap in front where the slave girl's her nose was.  The woman pulled the bottom
flaps under her chin to fasten them with straps.  More straps secured the
leather bondage device to her head.
    She felt fingers pulling the coin out from under her nose..
    "Come on, Slave Girl.  Your mistress is anxious to play with you."
    Janice followed where she was led.  She moved slowly since she could not
see where she was going.  The mistress who controlled her walked behind her with
her hands on Janice's upper arms.  Once inside, she undressed, the slave girl
and dressed again as her mistress wanted.
    Janice's hands were secured in leather mittens that would not allow her the
use of her hands.  She felt someone attach the ends of the leather mittens to a
ring on the back of a leather belt that encircled her slender waist.  Not only
was she helplessly bound, she could not use her hands to protect her bottom.
    She felt the hands push her forward, and then to the side.  One hand on
each shoulder brought her to a stop.  Those hands removed the slave hood.
    "What do you think, Slave Girl?  Are you ready to please?"
    The woman laughed.  Janice had no choice but to please if she did not want
to be punished.
    Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she realized she would never have
recognized herself as the same woman, then free, who had gone to meet with the
Amazons.
    They had her dressed as a French Maid.  The uniform was black satin and
extremely short so her legs, encased in sheer black stockings, were instantly
noticeable.  She wore a half bra that lifted her titties without covering the
nipples.  The low neckline of the minidress allowed most of her titties to her
seen and, more importantly, both nipples.
    While she studied her reflection in the mirror, the mistress formed her
long dark hair into pigtails and attached a little white, lace cap to the top of
her head.
    "Now show you how well you can curtsey."
    Janice's efforts were clumsy and took some work before the woman was
satisfied.  Her training began immediately.  When the first effort lacked grace,
the woman took action.
    "Bend over.  Head up.  Stare straight ahead."
    Whack!
    "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
    The switch landed on Janice's sore bottom.  She wore no panties, but satin
provided little protection anyway.
    "Now, curtsey again.  That still is not good.  Bend over."
    The mistress's name was Gretchen.  She was neither beautiful nor thin.
There were few pleasures in life she enjoyed more than taking a beautiful, young
slave girl, one fresh to the collar, and forcing her to mind.  No matter how
well Janice performed, she was still destined for a few whacks on the fanny.
    On the fourth try, the slave girl finally curtseyed correctly.  The
mistress rewarded her by rubbing both nipples between an index finger and a
thumb.  It took only a few seconds for them to become hard.  Knowing what
Shelley had in store for this slave girl, she had to smile.  Every slave girl
loved having her body played with.  This one though would find it to be a
constant source of frustration.
    The mistress walked over in front of the slave girl, standing almost two
meters away.
    "Do you see this?"
    The woman pointed to her crotch.  Janice nodded.
    "This is where you look on every free woman or man who happens by.
Remember that you exist only to bring pleasure down here.  When no one is about,
you stare straight ahead, ignoring everything."
    The mistress still had hold of the leash, but she walked around behind the
captive.  Janice stared straight ahead at the wall several meters away.
    "Come along."  She jerked on the leash.
    Janice had to trot after the woman to keep up with her.  They passed
through several corridors before turning into a room.
    The first thing she saw was the pussy and ass of a slave girl.  The other
captive lay on her back on a bench with her knees drawn up to her shoulders.
Though there could be no doubt that she was securely bound, she did have some
movement.  Attached to each ankle was a belled strap that jingled periodically
as the slave girl struggled with her bondage.  Though she could move her legs
some, her pussy remained where her mistress wanted it.
    The mistress shoved her to her knees.  Without being told, Janice lowered
her face to the floor.  The toes of a pair of shoes appeared before her.
    "All I wanted was Paulette, but when the Amazons offered to throw you in
for free, how could I refuse?"
     The captive beauty recognized the voice.  It was Shelley, her new
mistress.
    "Come here and say hello to Paulette."
    Shelley grabbed her by the pigtails and pulled up.  Janice let her head go
where her mistress wanted it to go.  Her mistress moved her to the right.  She
then felt her nose being pressed into Paulette's pussy.
    "They tell me you are rather accomplished already, but I wonder just how
good you are.  Go ahead and make her come with your nose."
    The captive brunette moved her head up and down.  Paulette responded by
jerking her body so the belled straps jingled almost continuously.  Janice
discovered that the faster she moved her face up and down, the more Paulette
squirmed.  The ringing stopped as she heard a muffled groan from Paulette.
    The slave girl had come.
    "You are very good.  Maybe you were just born to be a slave girl.  Let me
see what you can do with you tongue."
    The woman removed the gag.  With a hand against the back of Janice's head,
she rammed her slave girl's face into the other slave girl's pussy.  The
jingling of the bells became almost deafening as the brunette's body was wracked
by one orgasm after another.
    "So much for the fun," Shelley said as she pulled Janice's head away from
Paulette's bottom back with her right hand holding a pigtail.  "She still has
not officially submitted to be a slave girl." Shelley pulled the slave girl's
head back so her mouth opened.   Janice could make no response to that statement
as the mistress was already ramming the rubber ball into her mouth.  She pushed
the slave girl's head down so she could easily buckle the ends of the strap
together.  The slave girl would not wear this gag long, so she did not bother
putting it under her long tresses.
    "Up on your feet, Janice.  There.  Now step up on this stool so you can
straddle Paulette's legs."
    In this position, Paulette's body kept Janice's legs spread apart.  At the
same time, Janice's kept Paulette's spread.  The two bare asses were near each
other.
    "Come on, lean forward.  Put your face down near Paulette's."
    For the first time Janice got a look at the other slave girl's face. While
she wore a simple ball gag, Paulette wore some sort of double penis-gag.  While
there was one dildo in her mouth already, another protruded ten centimeters from
the leather strap.  As Janice lowered her face toward the end of the shaft, she
felt her mistress unbuckling the strap of her gag.  She stared at the dildo,
knowing where it was destined to go.
    Shelley jerked the rubber ball from the slave girl's mouth with her left
hand.  Her right forced her face down so she had to take the shaft into her
mouth.  She dropped the ball gag to take the end of a short chain that was
fastened to the ring on the front of Paulette's collar.  Driving Janice's mouth
further down on the shaft, she attached the other end of the chain to the ring
on the front of her collar.
    Janice could not take her mouth off the dildo.
    Shelley next secured Janice's legs to the bench upon which Paulette was
fastened.  One strap over each ankle insured that the captive could not leave
that position.
    "As I said a moment ago, you wear the collar of a slave girl, Paulette, but
you have not submitted.  That is an oversight I intend on correcting
immediately.  But first...your friend Janice here betrayed you.  And while
slavery is certainly just punishment for such a deed, I think a little personal
punishment.  In this position, I am certain you will enjoy every blow."
    Janice began to struggle with her bondage as her mistress moved to the
bottom of the bench.  Bound as she was, there was nothing she could do to stop
the punishment.
    Whack!
    "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
    Janice's fanny was already sore for her earlier spankings.  She did not
need another.
    Whack!
    "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
    Unfortunately, Janice was not in the position to decide whether she needed
another spanking.
    "Whack!!"
    "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
    After half a dozen blows to Janice's red bottomcheeks, Shelley adjusted her
target a little.  The seventh blow landed on Paulette's pristine, white ass.
    "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
    "I did not want you to think I had forgotten you, Paulette."
    "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
    Four blows were all she needed to turn the buxom brunette's bottom quite
red.  The next blow landed on Janice's bottom.
    "Isn't this a fun game now?  Every time I swing the paddle, you will not
know if I am aiming at your bottom or not."
    "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
    "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
    Paulette was willing to be begged to be used as a slave girl long before
Shelley finished with her.  She struggled and thrashed about in her bondage but
it did not good.
    The beautiful slave girls knelt at their mistress's feet to await her
pleasure.  Paulette was first.  She used her tongue to thank her mistress for
turning her into a slave girl.
    When she was done (for the moment), Shelley grabbed the buxom woman by the
hair to pull her head back.  She pushed the rubber ball back into her mouth.
With both hands she pushed her head down so she could buckle the ends of the
strap together behind her head.  She left the strap on top the slave girl's long
hair.  She would not be wearing it long.  Shelley had better uses for her mouth
than something with which to hold a rubber ball.
    "Since I am your new mistress, you know what that means."  She slapped both
thighs.  "I want you right here."
    Slowly Paulette came to her feet.  She stared at her mistress's legs,
afraid of what was about to happen to her there.  She took a couple of small
steps to the side before bending over.  Shelley helped her the rest of the way
so her bare bottom rested on top her thighs.
    Whop!  Whop!  Whop!
    The blows were with an open hand, so they were not painful.  Well, at least
they were not as painful as that wooden paddle had been.
    "Show me what a good time you are having.  Cry and moan and kick your
legs."
    Paulette knew better than to refuse.  The more she struggled, the harder
and more rapidly Shelley delivered the blows.
    Suddenly she found herself back on her knees at her mistress's feet with
the gag out.
    "Now thank me for spanking you."
    Janice knelt a couple meters before Shelley during this exhibition.  She
was quite glad this had not happened to her.  She had already undergone this
ritual once today.
    For a different mistress.
    She now had a new mistress, one who would want to show her who was
mistress.
    She kicked her legs violently as Shelley slapped her bare bottom with her
hand.  The blows continued to fall as long as her mistress wanted to swing her
hand downwards.  Janice pressed her mouth against Shelley's pussy to thank her
for spanking her when she was done.
    The two little slave girls knelt submissively in their bondage as their
mistress disrobed.  Beneath the clothing of a free woman, she wore a lavender
garter belt and sheer black stockings, items more suited for someone wearing a
slave collar.  She wore panties and a bra that matched the garter belt, but she
discarded them on her outer clothing.  They would only be in the way for what
she had in mind.
    "On your feet, Paulette.  I want you standing right here in front of me."
    The buxom brunette was too much afraid to refuse.  She staggered to her
feet.  Three small steps brought her before her mistress.
    "Turn around."
    Shelley removed the handcuffs, but both knew Paulette's freedom would only
be short.  The mistress pushed her to her knees, then maneuvered her about so
she lay on a special bench.  Paulette knew without being told what her function
would be.  Her mistress first fastened a leather strap across her upper chest to
secure her to the device.
    Next she secured the buxom brunette's hands to the device.  This she did by
wrapping a leather cuff about each wrist.  She buckled the cuff closed.
There was no need for a lock as there was no way for the wearer to get the
buckle loose.  A twenty-centimeter long chain connected each cuff to the wooden
base of the bench.
    Paulette could jerk and pull to her little heart's content without hurting
her wrists.
    Next the mistress attached a leather cuff to each lower thigh immediately
above the knee.  She then pulled each knee back until it was level with her
body.  Another short chain ran from a ring on the cuff to another ring on the
base below her chest.
    In this position, the beautiful brunette's pussy was available.  Her legs
were spread wide, beckoning the onlooker to available themselves of her
love-nest.
    Shelley had other plans though.
    Janice was next.  She turned the slave girl so she faced a wood box on the
floor.  It was on wheels, and one end was higher than the other, but to Janice
it looked just like a box.
    Shelley flipped it open with one hand.
    "Get in."
    On the left side there was a groove cut in the side that matched a groove
that was on part of the side still attached to the lid.  Janice stepped forward
and knelt down.  Shelley quickly pushed her into position so her neck was at the
side, her head hanging over the edge. The box was quite narrow so it was a tight
fit.  Shelley secured her inside by fastening leather straps over her ankles,
knees, waist, back and neck.  When she stood up, the beautiful slave girl could
move no part of her body.
    Shelley walked around the box to get at the lid.  She lower it, then
secured it into position by attaching a series of small locks on latches where
the lid and side came together.
    There was no way for the captive to move at all.  This was exactly what
Shelley wanted.
    She slid the box forward so the slave girl's face was directly over
Paulette's pussy.  After removing the gag she turned a knob under the box that
lowered it.
    "Kiss Paulette's pussy.  Good.  Now tell her how beautiful it is."
    "You have a beautiful pussy."
    "Tell her it is much more beautiful than yours."
    "Your pussy is much more beautiful than mine."
    "Now, keep that thought in your mind as you eat her.  You will not stop for
a second before I tell you to."
    Shelley proceeded to fasten a leather strap across the back of Janice's
head to keep her face pressed down against Paulette's pussy.
    By the time she rose and went to Paulette's head, the buxom slave girl was
already on her third orgasm.  She grunted and moaned through the rubber ball
filling her mouth as she came again, and proceeded to start on a fourth orgasm.
    The mistress quickly placed a platform over Paulette's chest that would
enable her to sit on it without restricting the slave's breathing.  Her crotch
was already naked so no time was lost.  Quickly she pulled the ball gag from the
slave girl's mouth.  As soon as she sat on the platform with her pussy pressed
against Paulette's mouth, the slave girl started probing it with her tongue.
    Shelley uttered a little moan as she grabbed Paulette's long dark tresses
with both hands.  Soon she was undergoing her first orgasm.  Paulette was
already working toward her fifth.  Shelley made a mental note (which she
immediately forgot) to punish her buxom slave girl if she came more times than
her mistress.
     The mistress's pussy served as a gag for Paulette to muffle her screams of
pleasure.  Shelley had no such restriction.
    "Oh, yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Oh, yesohyesohyesooooohhhh!!"
    The mistress put her head back as she gasped for air.  Paulette gave her no
respite though.  Before the beautiful mistress had fully recovered, Paulette had
her well on her way to her second orgasm.
     Shelley's bed was a four-poster, and from the kicks on each post, it was
used often.  When she was so exhausted she could hardly move, she released her
slave girls and had them kneel at the foot of the bed, handcuffs holding their
hands prisoner behind their backs, ballgags insuring their silence.
    "On your feet, Paulette.  Stand against the bedpost right in front of you.
This will be your bedpost."
    Slowly the exhausted beauty staggered to her feet.  A half meter from the
bedpost she turned so she faced Shelley.  Carefully she stepped back until her
handcuffed arms were against the bedpost.
   "On your feet, Janice.  I want you to tie her to the bedpost exactly as I
want."
   Janice followed the instructions as her mistress told her how to tie the
buxom brunette to the bedpost.  Ropes encircled Paulette's chest, waist and legs
so she could not move.
    Then it was Janice's turn.  Shelley bound her to the post in the exact
position as Paulette.
    "Now I want to two of you to get a good night's sleep because we have a lot
of work to do tomorrow to get ready for my wedding.  You two will make
beautiful, bondage bridesmaids!"
   The two beautiful captives wondered how they could ever fall asleep standing
upright, but, exhausted from the day's travails, each was soon sound asleep.

[foysalh781]

Chapter 20

    The motif chosen by Debbie for Andrea to wear was black, or to be more
precise, shiny black satin.  That was the color and fabric of her bra.  The
beautiful blonde slave girl stared at her reflection in the mirror as the
whipmistress dressed her.  She had to admit that the color of the bra contrasted
nicely with her titties.  The bra was in reality a half-bra that lifted the
large, supple mounds without covering the pink nipples.  Her titties were ready
to be played with.
    The garter belt matched the bra - at least it did in front where she could
see it.  It was black satin, with black satin ruffles lining the edges.  The
black satin framed the blonde curls of her pubic area, instantly drawing
attention to it.  The black satin panties went on top.  Andrea wondered why
Debbie would want her pussy covered.  She then remembered that a mistress
dressed a slave girl in panties only so she could remove them.
    The stockings were sheer black, and the high heeled sandals, shiny, black
patent leather.
    Andrea's feet were almost able to reach the floor.  The whipmistress had
secured leather cuffs to her wrists, then used chains to suspend her from the
ceiling.  The blonde hung there limply while the woman dressed her.
    The whipmistress made a stunning contrast to the slave girl.  Both were
dressed in black, the slave girl in black satin, the mistress in black leather.  
Where Andrea was a classic blue-eyed blonde, the whipmistress had dark, almost
black hair with big brown eyes.
    The mistress's name was Paula Plankton (though Andrea did not know that).
She was a loyal and trusted employee of Debbie.  She was responsible for
Debbie's vast stable of slave girls.
    And to be honest, she was more beautiful than some.  Perhaps that leather
collar that she kept tucked in her belt for emergencies would one day grace her
neck.
    (And everyone knew, that if there was anything brunettes hated, it was a
blue-eyed blonde.)
    The whipmistress pulled the black satin gown about the captive's body.
Like all attire for slave girls, it was designed so it could be put on, or
removed, while the slave girl was bound.  Once she had it pulled together at
Andrea's waist, the woman snapped it together.  This held the flimsy garment in
place while so she could use both hands to pull the material together.  Though
Andrea was slender (in all the right places), the gown was so tight that it was
a chore getting it on correctly.  Occasionally, the whipmistress had to unsnap
part of it to adjust it on the blonde's body.
    Once she was done, she reattached the leather strap about Andrea's ankles.
A short chain connected it to a ring set in the floor.  Now that she had the
blonde slave girl dressed, it was time to rearrange her bondage.  The
whipmistress turned a crank on a wall.  The chains lengthened, slowly lowering
the beautiful captive to the floor.  Because she was secured to the ring in the
floor, there was no way Andrea could flee.
    The whipmistress continued to lengthen the chain, even when it was long
enough for the blonde to stand on the floor.
    "Kneel," she said.  The blonde's body sagged against the chains as her
knees grew closer to the floor.   Finally they touched.  "Put your face against
your knees."  The blonde leaned forward.  To get her face down where the woman
wanted it, she had to raise her hands in the air.  The whipmistress lengthen the
chain a few more centimeters before locking the crank so Andrea could not turn
it by pulling on the chain.
     She freed the blonde's left wrist first, pulling it behind her back so her
forearm rested on her lower back.  Andrea kept it there when the woman let go.
The whipmistress moved around to the other side of her captive to repeat the
process.
    As soon as both leather cuffs were off, she pulled a leather strap from her
belt.  She slid it under the blonde's wrists and formed it into a circle.  With
practiced hands she stuck the working end through the buckle on the other end.
It only took seconds for her to make the blonde helpless once again.
    She went back to the crank to turn it in the other direction.  With no
resistance it turned easily.  Around and around it went as she drew the chains
up to the ceiling so they would be out of the way.
     She smiled as she returned to the kneeling captive.  Andrea was so
beautiful that she deserved this fate.  This slave girl was her boss's newest
possession, but perhaps she would be lucky and in a few weeks once she grew
tired of her, she would let her employees sample her charms.  Until then, she
would enjoy the blonde by securing her in the tightest bondage possible.
     She drew another leather strap from her belt as she knelt by the blonde's
side.  This one was twice as long as the first.  The actual part she would use
to bind Andrea would be little more than what she used to bind her wrists, but
she needed an extra long section so she could get a firm grip on it.
    She thrust it under the blonde's arms above her elbows.  Quickly she
slipped the working end through the buckle.  She braced her left knee against
the slave girl's back to give herself more leverage.  Her left hands gripped the
slave girl's right arm just below the elbow.  With her right hand she formed a
loop with the strap to give herself a better grip.
    Then she pulled.
    Slowly she drew the blonde's elbows togther.  Her left hand held her arms
in position while her right thumb slipped the pin through the hole.
    Andrea's elbows were bound together, and there was nothing she could do to
alleviate the strain.
    The whipmistress was not finished.  She had not even begun.  The straps
were there no to secure the captive for her mistress, but to make it easier to
get the single glove on her.  The whipmistress pulled it up the blonde's arms to
the elbows.  With Andrea's arms held tightly together from the wrist to the
elbow, she had the blonde helpless.
    The next item, and the true bondage device for the little slave girl, was a
black leather single glove.  The whipmistress slipped it under the captive's
arms.  Once Andrea's hands were in the pocket at the end, she pulled the heavy
zipper from the area of her wrists to the end just above her elbows.  She folded
the tab back down so a small ring fit through a slot.  When she applied a very
small padlock, there was no way the zipper could come down.
    Next she ran the straps from the top of the device over the blonde's
shoulders to insure the single glove did into slid down her arms.  One strap ran
from the right across her back to the left shoulder.  She ran it over the top,
then tucked it under Andrea's arm so she could slip the end through a buckle on
the left side of the single glove at the top.  Once she had repeated the process
with the second strap, this time from the left across the back to the right
shoulder, under the arm to the buckle on the right side.
    The final item for the blonde's bondage was a new gag.  The whipmistress
had an appropriate one sitting out on a counter.  Humming to herself, she
returned the kneeling slave girl.  She first unbuckled the strap that held the
red rubber ball in her mouth.  Without a word of warning to the beautiful
captive, she grabbed a handful of hair with her left hand  to pull the head up.
Her right hand jerked the rubber ball from the blonde's mouth with one motion,
then rammed a new gag in with a return sweep.
    This gag consisted of a rather large, black leather bag that filled the
captive's mouth so she could make nothing more than muffled grunts.  A thin
black strap held it in the wearer's mouth.  The whipmistress pushed the blonde's
face down toward the floor again so she could fasten the ends of the strap
together behind her head with a snap.  Debbie could remove the gag with ease,
while Andrea could do nothing about getting it out of her mouth.
    "On you feet."
     With her feet still secured to the ring in the floor, there was little she
could do to get up.  The whipmistress grabbed her by the shoulders to haul her
to her feet.  Before freeing the cuffs and chain that kept her in place, she
slipped a black leather blindfold over Andrea's face.  The blonde could not run
off without bumping into everything.  She stood there helplessly while the
whipmistress freed her feet.
     The mistress carried the chain and cuff to the counter.  She was in no
hurry. She knew that with that blindfold on, the buxom blonde was going nowhere.
She pulled a chain leash from a peg on the wall before returning to her charge.
She found the blonde exactly as she had left her.
     The mistress attached the end of the chain leash to the ring on the front
of Andrea's collar.  She saw the beautiful blonde slave girl tense as she
anticipated the order to move.  She ordered the slave girl to move simply by
tugging gently on the leash, The blindfold the blonde followed the mistress
where she was led.  She was only a slave girl, bound, gagged and helpless. There
was nothing else she could do but obey.
    Andrea could feel the tight material of the satin dress pressing against
her body.  She knew the dress was extremely tight.  Still, she discovered she
could walk with ease regardless of how tight it felt on her hips and fanny.  As
she toppled down the hallway after the mistress at the end of the proper leash,
she thought about the outfit she wore.  It was tied through the chest and hips
and her bottom.  She felt her bottom cheeks press against the material with each
step she took.  However, the dress allowed her to walk with relative ease.  She
wondered why.
      "So here it is my little present," she heard Debbie exclaim.  She
continued forward in the director of the voice.  She stopped moving forward when
the tension on the least stopped.  A gentle dg downward, told her to kneel.
Carefully she lowered her left knee toward the floor.  As soon as it touched,
she brought her right knee down to join it.  She was on her knees before her
mistress, the ideal position for a slave girl.
    She remained kneeling for several minutes.  She was only a slave girl.  Her
mistress would deal with her when she was ready, and not a second before.
    When it came time to play with her new toy, Debbie leaned forward to
remove the blindfold from about Andrea's head.  The beautiful blonde slave girl
blinked several times as her eyes became accustomed to the light in the room.
     Andrea stole a glance in Debbie's direction.  Her mistress sat in a chair
at the end of a dining table wearing clothing  more fitting for a slave girl
than a mistress.  The motif was lavender.  She wore a diaphanous lavender
nightgown.   Through the thin material, Andrea could see the dark circles of the
mistress's nipples.  Debbie wore matching panties and a frilly garter belt.
    "I am so glad you could join me for dinner," Debbie cooed.  She extended
her right hand to touch Andrea's left cheek.  She smiled as she did that,
anticipating the pleasure the beautiful blond would bring her.
    First things first, though.  The little slave girl had not been fed all
day. Debbie wanted to keep her healthy so she would be in the best shape to
please her.  Twisting her body about, she pulled a bench out from behind her
chair. Then turning back, she talked a platter from the table and set it on the
bench.
     "Here it is your dinner, Andrea.  In the future, you will have a time
limit in which to eat, but since this is your first meal at a slave girl, I am
going to give you as much time and you need to eat it all."
    Reaching behind the blonde slave girl's head, she unfastened the buckle
that held the strap about Andrea's head.  Her hands then grabbed the thin strap
where it emerged from the edges of the blonde mouth.  Slowly she pulled forward.
Andrea had to open her mouth as wide as she possibly could.  The gag was so
large that she had a difficult time getting her jaws are enough apart so that
her mistress could pull out the leather bag that served as Andrea's gag.
    Holding the gag in her left hand, Debbie twisted to the right.  With her
right hand she slid the bench forward until it was immediately in front of
Andrea.
      "Just remember.  You can only use your tongue.  Take as long as you need.
But you had better eat it all."
    Andrea stared at the food on the plate.  She knew that it was quite
nutritious, even though it no doubt had no taste.  It was full of vitamins and
minerals and other good thing that would keep her healthy.  A good mistress
always took care of her slave girls.
     Slowly Andrea moved her upper body forward.  Then she lowered her face
toward the plate.  When her lips were only a couple of centimeters from the soft
food on the plate, she extended her tongue.  Slowly the captive blonde slid her
tongue forward across the food, picking up as much of it as she cried.  She was
right.  The food had no taste.  But she was so hungry she did not care.  She
extended her tongue once again.  This time she moved it faster.  Her tongue
lapped up the tasteless food.  Faster and faster her tongue went.
     She knew there was a purpose to this.  Her mistress could beat her and
make it much faster.  This was part of her training.  Even when she ate she was
in training as a slave girl to help please her mistress.  Every time her tongue
put forward, she was strengthening it.  In just a short time she would be quite
capable of going long periods of time to please her mistress.
    It took over half an hour, but finally Andrea lapped all the food from the
plate with her tongue.  She then raised her head in the air. Debbie was ready
with the gag.  Her left hand was against the back of the blonde head, the steady
it, while her right held the leather bag in front of her mouth.   Andrea opened
her mouth as wide as she could.  Debbie rammed the leather bag against the
blondes lets.  Slowly the leather bag disappeared into Andrea's mouth.  Debbie
then pushed down with her left hand to force Andrea's based toward the war.  The
blonde band forward.  The mistress grabbed both ends of these straps to pull it
together behind her slave girl's head and passing it together.
    "Come here, on then, I want to play with you."
    Debbie held Andrea's shoulders and pulled gently on them.  The blonde came
to her feet.   As Debbie pulled, the blonde captive moved around in front of
her.
    That was when Andrea discovered why she could walk in that tight dress.
Debbie slipped her hands in it to get at her panties.  The dress was split up
the front from the hem all the way to her crotch.  It was seductively tight in
all the right places, but it allowed her mistress access to important parts of
her body.
    She felt Debbie's hands fumble around for the waistband of her panties.
Once she had them, she pulled down slowly, allowing her fingertips to play
across the blonde's bottom.
    Andrea found herself enjoying her mistress's touch.
    When the panties were at her feet, Debbie helped her to step out of them.
     The blonde slave girl then allowed her mistress to maneuver for onto her
lap.
     Debbie began kissing the blonde's neck.  Her right hand fumbled Andrea's
left breast.  Despite her wishes, Andrea found herself becoming aroused by its
manipulation of her body.  She wondered if it was her destiny to please others.
She certainly was adopting the traits of a slave girl very quickly.
    Debbie's right hand slid down the blonde's body toward her crotch.
Andrea's
legs had been slightly apart.  As her mistress's hand approached her love nest,
she pulled them together.
     Debbie reached around the blonde to smack for on the bottom with her right
hand.
     "Bad girl!"  She slapped the blonde's bottom again "bad girl!"  she
repeated.
     The beautiful mistress's hand moved to the blonde's chest but this time it
was not to fondle those large jugs.  Her hands pulled down on the bodice of the
dress to expose both of Andrea's titties.
    "I guess I am going to have to teach you that a slave girl must keep her
legs apart."
     Debbie really had expected this reaction from Andrea.  After all, Andrea's
entire life had been dedicated to keeping her knees together.  Now, as a slave
girl, she was expected to keep them apart for all mistresses and masters.  The
mistress leaned to the right to pick up a tit clamp from the floor.  Her left
arm encircled Andrea's body.  The index finger and some of her left hand gently
gripped the nipple of the blonde left tit.  Slowly she rolled the nipple back
and forth to make it hard and pointed.  Once it had done that, and there was no
way Andrea could keep her body from reacting to this sexual assault, Debbie
attached the clamp to the nipple.  She pulled her left arm back in front of her
so she could get at the blonde's right nipple.  Once it was hard and pointed,
she attached a tit clamp to it.
    "I had hope we could avoid this part of your training, but I see that
simply have to be taught to obey."
    The brunette smiled as she grabbed the tit clamp attached to Andrea's left
nipple with both hands.  Her right index finger and thumb held the wheel that
determined how far apart the wings of the clamp would be.  Slowly she rotated it
to the right.  She stared only at the clamp,  but she heard a whispering from
her new slave girl.  From the look in her beautiful blue eyes, Debbie knew that
Andrea would be willing to do anything to have her mistress remove that from her
body, but she had to be taught a lesson.  Debbie released her grip on the clamp
and grabbed the other she twisted the wheel until it was as tight as the first.
    As soon as she had seen the nipple clamp, Andrew had spread her legs as far
apart as she could in a vain attempt to persuade her mistress not to use it on
her.  Debbie noticed that the blonde's legs were spread, but still wanted to
impress upon her slave girl that she had to obey.
    "You think they are tight enough?"
    The blonde nodded.  They were extremely uncomfortable.  Looking down, she
knew
they were tightened only partway.  Debbie could make them much tighter.  Debbie
could put her titties in much more pain.
    "I do not think so."
    Debbie grabbed the right hit clamp again.  Slowly she gave the wheel a turn
to the right.  She heard the murmur of pain from the blonde again.  She had
chosen that gag on purpose because she knew it would keep Andrea from making a
lot of noise.  It was always the same for a new slave girl.  She had to
experience some pain before she realized that she could do nothing but obey.
Debbie had some slave girls in her stable that were so well-trained that she
believed she could paddle them without a gag and they would not cry out.  Okay,
she would not do it, but she believed she could.
    "I wonder how many more turns it would take until the clamp is closed all
the way?"
    Andrea grunted disapproval as best she could.  The leather bag filling her
mouth did a wonderful job.  Her mistress only heard a moan.  Andrea shook her
head, long blonde tresses flying from the agitated movement of her head.
     Debbie put her right hand down between Andrea's legs.  She teased her
slave girl's pussy before inserting her index finger.  The blonde reacted as she
expected.
    "You know, Andrea," Debbie cooed in her ear, "I bet I could teach you to
enjoy having those clamps on."  She planted a most sensuous kiss on her cheek.
    The blind shook her head violently as soon as Debbie removed her lips.  She
knew it was true.  She had seen slave girls who had been trained to become
aroused at the touch of a paddle on their fannies.  Why not clamps on nipple?
Andrea did not want that.  She only wanted to get down on her knees before her
mistress so she could make her come with her tongue.
    When Debbie thought the blonde had learned her lesson, she removed the
nipple clamps.  "I am putting them right over here so I can get them if I need
them. Do you think I will need them again?"  Andrea shook her head vigorously.
"Are you going to be a good little slave girl?"  The blonde nodded.
    Debbie smiled at Andrea's submissiveness as she removed the gag from her
mouth.  Her left arm encircled the blonde's head so she could hold her face
against her.  Their lips touched.  Debbie extended her tongue into Andrea's
mouth.  The blonde did this same.  She had learned her lesson.  Debbie felt
herself being aroused simply by kissing this blonde slave girl.
    Meanwhile, Debbie's right hand had been playing with the slave girl's
pussy.  She knew that it would not take for want to get the buxom blonde
aroused.  Soon she had Andrea writhing on her lap.  Andrea was just as hot as
she was, probably even hotter.
     In just a few minutes, Andrea found herself on her knees with her face
very between her mistress's legs.  Her tongue performed the same operations it
had when she was eating.  It flipped forward and back, forward and back.  She
felt Debbie's hands on the back of her head, pressing her face into her pussy.
    It was late at night when Debbie was finally satisfied.  She led her blonde
slave girl to her bed.  Andrea knelt at the foot of the bed with her face
against her knees while her mistress went for a new gag.  This one was rubber
with a whole in the center of it.  Debbie pulled the blonde's head back with her
left hand while her right hand held the gag in front of her face.  The beautiful
slave girl willingly opened her mouth when her mistress brought it against her
lips.  She had to spread her lips even further apart then she had with the
leather bag so that her mistress could hit the entire thing in.
    When she got the gag, Debbie also got a spandex slave hood for the blonde
captive.  Once the rubber gag was in the blonde's mouth, she pulled the bright
blue slave hood down over her head.  With the tight hood covering her head,
there was no need to secure the gag in the slave girl's mouth.  The tight
material kept Andrea from pushing it out with her tongue.
    Debbie then removed the single-glove from her slave's arms.
    "Slide back on the bed until I tell you to stop," she ordered.
    Andrea put her hands on the bed to lift her bottom up to make it easier for
her to slide.  She moved back several centimeters at a time until Debbie finally
said, "Stop!"
     Debbie then pulled a thick pad out from under the bed and placed it on the
bed next to the blonde's bottom.  She got on her knees to Andrea's left.
     "Raise your fanny off the bed, and hold it there until I tell you to let
it down."
    As soon as the blonde slave girl did that, her mistress slid the pad
underneath her bottom.
    "O. K..  Now lay back down with your legs spread as far apart as you can."
    Debbie slid off the bed as her blonde slave girl did that.  She started at
Andrea's left foot, attaching a leather cuff to the left ankle.  She ran a short
chain from a ring on the cuff to a matching ring on the bedpost on that side.
Walking around to the other edge of the bed, she repeated the process with the
blonde's right ankle.  There was little slack in the chains though
they certainly were not taut.
      Debbie then made her way to the head of the bed.  After she attached a
leather cuff to Andrea's right wrist and pulled that arm toward the corner of
the bed, she attached the end of a chain to a ring on the cuff.  The other and
of the chain was attached to a heavy wooden beam that ran across the top of the
bed. Debbie then walked around the bed to get to the blonde's left arm where she
repeated the process.
    The beam was suspended by two chains running down from overhead pulleys.
By working a crank on the wall, the beautiful mistress lengthened the chains.
This, in turn, slowly lowered the beam toward the floor.  As it descended, it
pulled the blonde slave girl's arms out toward the corners of the bed.  Debbie
stopped the downward movement when she had the blonde's body stretched
spreadeagle on the bed.  Because of the pad under her bottom, that part of
Andrea's body was elevated higher than her arms, legs or chest.
    Debbie climbed into bed with her newly-acquired slave girl.  With her right
hand she lifted Andrea's head off the bed so she could slip a pillow underneath.
She wanted the blonde to be comfortable.  Okay, she was not likely to get much
sleep bound in this position, but Debbie did not want her muscles too sore,
particularly those in her neck and shoulders.  She would need those to please
her mistress the next day.  
   The mistress then snuggled up against the body of her helpless slave girl.
Her right hand moved in between Andrea's legs to play with her pussy.  She had
done this often before so she knew by touch alone just how much to fondle her
without causing her to come.  A few days of bringing pleasure to others without
having any herself would make her even more submissive.  
    Debbie pulled her hand away.  Her right arm went along the left of Andrea's
body as she snuggled closer.  Soon she was sound asleep.  
    While Debbie slept, her beautiful blonde slave girl lay there awake, unable
to sleep in that position.  In the morning she had been a free woman.  Slave
girls used to bring pleasure to her.  But now she was only a slave girl, a
little more beautiful than the others perhaps, but a slave girl nonetheless.  
    She wondered if she could please her mistress enough in the morning to keep
her from punishing her.