Slave Girls in Bondage
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."
