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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 124
While we are waiting for Canjac’s plan to come to start, let’s see what is happening to Toni and Jennifer.
Yes, our two little sneak thieves finally were caught.
The good knew is that they are going to get a fair trial.
“Fair” though is a subjective condition.
The trail was scheduled the same day as their arrest. No one can saw justice is slow in town.
The two were kept in the same cell. They dragged Toni into the cells first. They had her hands cuffed behind her head and a nice, large rubber ballgag secured in her mouth. She struggled, but a man held one arm and a woman another. A second man lowered the spreader bar from an overhead pulley. One wrist went into a leather cuff on each end. The ends of the cuff were buckled together. There was no need to apply a padlock as there was no way she could get the cuff loose. The man took a couple steps to the side to fasten that other cuff.
When he stepped back, the two let go of her arms. Toni struggled and tried to kick them. (They had frustrated that earlier by planting a foot atop hers.) They jumped back to get out of the way. Another guard turned the windlass, slowly dragging the tall blonde into the air. She went to her toes to support her weight. In seconds, she could not touch the floor at all.
The man continued to turn the crank until her feet frantically kicked a couple dozen centimeters above the floor.
The beautiful blonde stopped kicked when they turned their backs to her to drag her compatriot in.
They left the two handing therefore a couple hours. They could have had the trial immediately, but the guards had to summon the property authorities.
Thieves could be fined.
Attractive, sexy females thieves – well you know.
Though the two were lithe (in the right places) and round (in the right places), bearing the weight of their bodies on their arms was tiring.
Toni hung there limply when they lowered Jennifer from her suspended position. They forced her to her knees to keep her under control.
She offered no resistance as they fastened a leather slave hood over her head. This device differed from a discipline helmet in that there was little discipline involved in it. A pair of triangles cut into the leather enabled them to see. Another triangle allowed the nose to poke through. All they did was restrict the seeing a little by limiting the peripheral vision. More importantly, it kept anyone from seeing their faces. No one would recognize them. No one would know who they were. No one would come to their defense.
A strap about the throat held the hood in place. Once they attached a leash to it, they were finished with her.
“On your feet.”
As one guard led the tall blonde toward a ring on the wall, another lowered Jennifer from the ceiling. In a few minutes they had her hood as Toni was.
They did not let her rise though. One guard stepped forward so he could lock her head between his knees. He bent over to grab the hood near her cheeks.
With her head immobile, a whipmistress had no trouble attaching the ring to her nose.
This ring did not penetrate the skin, but the twin points felt as though it had. By turning a screw on each side, she caused the pins to come closer. No, it did not penetrate the skin, but it hurt.
It also distracted her from what else was going on around her.
Once they attached a similar ring to Toni’s nose, they could take them to the courtroom.
The guards tethered them in a hall next to the door. Two other hooded captives were to their right, and they added five more to their left.
The leather hoods indicated their guilt had already been determined. It also indicated their punishment.
They knelt before the judge, the leashes tethered to rings on the rail before them.
“We have two ‘Jane Does’ charged with violating city ordinance 2515.1.13, petty thievery.”
“How do the defendants plead?”
Toni and Jennifer thought they would take the hoods off so they could defend themselves. They had been caught before but had been able to talk their way out of their predicament. Perhaps this time was a little worse, but neither saw any reason why they should not be able to get off.
Unfortunately, they had a public defender.
“Your Honor, the defendants plead guilty as charged.”
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
“Mr. Prosecutor, do you have a recommendation?”
“Yes, Your Honor. Since this is their first offense, we recommend a hundred blows of self-flagellation.”
“Defense?”
“We agree, Your Honor.”
“So be it. The two Jane Does are sentences to 100 blows of self-flagellation to begin immediately.”
Both knew that flagellation meant whipping. The “self” part got them confused. “Self-flagellation?” They were expected to whip themselves? That made no sense.
Self-flagellation was a publicly administered punishment. There was always a crowd wanting to watch. Hardly a day went by without some unfortunately captive starting down the short road to slavery.
Before taking the two out in public, they removed the slave hoods. The gags came out too.
“This is unfair! We didn’t…”
Out went the ballgag, but in went an inflatable gag. The guard inflated it enough to maintain their silence and then to keep the gag in their mouths. They could push against it with tongues without being able to get it past their teeth.
A hood went back on Jennifer while they worked on Toni. They dragged the tall blonde to a spanking bar. Toni tried to kick but nothing she tried stopped her forward movement. They pushed her head down, causing her feet to rise in the air.
With the beautiful blonde in this position, they had no trouble pulling her slack off. The panties followed but were replaced with a pair of tight red ones that covered the bottomcheeks.
The two were taken out to the area of public execution. Anything as delicious as a beautiful woman being spanked deserved an audience.
The left hand was bound to a short stand. A leather glove was fastened on the right hand. As part of the glove was a small circular paddle.
“The punishment is simple. You give yourself 100 smacks on the fanny. Then we will release you. The blows have to be solid to count. The observers here will be the judge of whether a blow was hard or not. Believe me, they will be hard.”
The guard smiled.
“And to encourage you to hurry…”
With that, he inflated the gag in Jennifer’s mouth. Another guard did the same to the gag in Toni’s mouth.
Jennifer and Toni looked at each other. There was noway they were going to spank themselves. They were convinced there was nothing the guards could do to force them to spank themselves.
That was before the inflatable gag took effect. They tried to close their mouths but could not. The rubber bladder in her mouths kept them forced wide apart.
After about 25 minutes Jennifer whacked herself on the bottom. Toni looked at her as she delivered a second blow to her bottom. She whacked her on bottom.
The spectators did not approve of any of the blows. They laughed, thinking it humorous that two beautiful women would be so desperate to spank themselves.
The out.
“You have an out. You can have one of the whipmistresses deliver the 100 blows to you bottom. We remove the inflatable gag and replace it with a ballgag, but you have to promise not to cry out.”
Toni was the first to agree. They handcuffed her hands behind her before leading her to the standing stocks. She stepped into the spots for her feet and allowed them to fastened the other board in place. A padlock insured she could not flee.
They removed the handcuffs as they bent her over. They drew her arms down so she could place her fingertips on the floor of the device. Another board pinned her wrists in position.
She could not stand up. She could only remain bent over, ready for a spanking.
Only then did they replace the inflatable gag with a standard ballgag.
The whipmistress was on call as needed. Her principle function was to mete out punishment to slave girls as was needed. It took a couple minutes for her to arrive.
(During this period, Jennifer tried to scream through her gag that she wanted to be spanked too. They ignored her for the moment. She was not the first to be beg for a spanking so she would suffer extra.)
When word came that the whipmistress was on her way, they finally released the beautiful brunette. By the time the whipmistress arrived, Jennifer stood bent over to await her fate.
The whipmistress had no instructions on the number of swats she was to give the two. She knew that her only goal was to beat the two into submission, whether that was ten swats or two hundred. (Like any woman could take that many.)
She carried a portable rack that held ten of her favorite paddles. (The rack held twenty switches also, but she did not intend to use them.)
She felt Jennifer’s bottom, then Toni’s. She selected a paddle and walked back to the brunette. As she fondled the left cheek, she swung the paddle. Satisfied, she laid it down next to Jennifer’s left leg.
Toni was next. The whipmistress selected a paddle before performing the same ritual on the blonde. She frowned after swinging the paddle a few times.
“Her ass needs a lighter paddle,” she said to no one in particular. She smiled as she swung the light paddle.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
The blonde wailed as the whipmistress stepped back to bring the left bottom into range.
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
She tossed the paddle on the box. It bounced, striking the blonde’s calf before landing on the ground. By then she was bending over to get the paddle designated for Jennifer’s bottom.
The brunette turned her head to see what happened to her partner in crime.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
She had her own problems to worry about.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
The whipmistress paused at this point to get a drip of white wine. She was in no hurry. The two would submit eventually. She did not have to rush.
She moved back toward the blonde. Toni shook her head at the whipmistress’s approach, like she had any say in the matter.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
Now it was Jennifer’s turn again.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
This continued for a few sessions.
Then the other option was given.
“We can stop the punishment if you agree to be a slave girl.”
Hell, we all knew that was coming.
The blonde and brunette outdid one another nodding to agree they wanted to be slave girls.
Their hands were released from the standing stocks. Freedom was short lived as they pulled their hands behind their backs to cuff them their.
The whipmistress held the slave collar down so Jennifer could place her throat in it. The gorgeous brunette hesitated, but that was not going to stop her. The brunette indicated she wanted to be a slave girl. The whipmistress would take her up on that.
She put one hand on the back of Jennifer’s head to force her head down. The captive kept her head in that position which allowed the whipmistress to get the slave collar about her neck. Once it was locked, Jennifer was a slave girl.
The whipmistress removed her crotch strap so the new slave girl could use her tongue to please her. When Jennifer was reluctant to do that, the whipmistress grabbed her by the head so she could use her nose in her pussy. She twisted the long tresses to control her captive and to create as much pain as possible.
“Use you tongue.”
By twisting the hair, she maneuvered the brunette’s face so her mouth was against her pussy. Jennifer began to lick.
Toni submitted to one of the guards. In minutes, she found her mouth full of cock. She knew the alternative was another spanking.
After a few minutes, another man took the place of the first, and another man after that. The whipmistress wanted to wait her turn, but it took too long. She had to leave.
They passed the two around for the next two hours.
At the end of that time, they had a surprise for them. The two were forced into sets of stocks so they had to stand bent over.
The whipmistress had left, taking her paddles with her, but there were many other others about the area.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
All because they were slave girls did not mean they were avoiding a spanking. Since they were slave girls they deserved nothing less than a good spanking at the slightest provocation.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
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