Clarissa attended the wedding, but had to leave early. She had plans of
her own.
She found Robyn waiting for her at one of those little cafes where the
food was bad, the service was terrible and the prices outrageous. Fortunately,
the Amazon knew the maitre d' or she would never have gotten a reservation. They
had a small table by the window so she could watch for the signal that her
friends were ready.
They discussed the weather and the terrible service.
"Stupid little bitch," Clarissa mumbled under her breath every time
Robyn said something. The beautiful woman had no idea what was going on.
"Why don't we go back to my place? I have a could friends coming over I
would like you to meet."
The waitress had been there twice before so she thought nothing of it.
Clarissa had this all planned out.
The Amazon had to use her key to let them in the front door. There was
no guard on the building, but there was no need for one in this neighborhood. As
she looked for her key, Clarissa noticed a man across the street. There was
nothing special about him. He simply leaned up against a wall reading a
newspaper. Clarissa had never seen him before, and would not recognize him if
she saw him again. She wondered why he wasted his time just standing around.
"I'm sure they will be along soon," she said as she opened the door for
Robyn.
"We're here!" came the call from the balcony.
"Oh, they beat us here," she said with a giggle.
"Come on, come on. Tell us about the wedding."
The two women came in through the door from the balcony. Each held a
glass with some white wine.
"Is there any more of that?"
"Sure. You have several bottles."
"Great."
The four sat in the parlor sipping the wine as Clarissa related details
of the wedding.
"She actually invited her lawyers?"
"Yeah, they were seated on the bride's side in back."
"I knew a couple of lawyers. They were sitting on a bench when I led a
sexy slave girl past them. I heard one say, 'Boy, would I like to screw her.'
The other replies, 'Out of what?'"
They all erupted in boisterous laughter.
"Do you know what's brown and black and looks good on a lawyer?"
"A Doberman!!"
More laughter.
Robyn felt at ease with these three, not realizing they were Amazons.
"Whoops! Need more wine."
The beautiful woman glanced over as the woman walked past her but
immediately turned her attention to the other two. She did not see the woman
grab a ballgag harness instead of another bottle of wine.
The three women were experienced so Robyn had no chance at all. The
Amazon with the ballgag grabbed the woman by the hair to pull her head back.
Robyn opened her mouth to protest that made it easy for her to pop the rubber
ball between her teeth.
Clarissa had the leather cuffs ready as soon as the ballgag was in the
woman' mouth. Robyn tried to raise her hands to her face to remove the ballgag,
but before she could, they grabbed her arms. One arm was sufficient to hold her
an arm immobile while the other went to work with the leather cuffs.
The device consisted of a pair of leather cuffs, connected to a larger
circle of leather. The Amazons slid a cuff over each hand. Jerking on the
working end, the circle of leather grew snug about the wrist. The larger loop
went about both wrists, holding them together. It took only second for them to
make Robyn a helpless captive. She wiggled about angrily, trying to push the
rubber ball from her mouth with her tongue.
They pulled their captive forward across a coffee table. The attack on
the young woman had begun only ten seconds before, and already they had her
silenced and bound.
Stretched out over the table, she could not resist as they pulled the
straps behind her head to buckle the ends together. The ballgag was now firmly
locked into her mouth.
They fastened the remainder of the straps, the chinstrap, and the head
strap. This ballgag harness had leather pads to serve as a blindfold. Once they
had this strap fastened, the captive could not see.
Clarissa held the young captive's arms out before her. Robyn tried to
pull back but could not.
At the signal that they were finished with the ballgag harness, they
pulled her hands back to her head where they locked the leather cuffs to a ring
on top her head.
Before letting go of her upper body, they seized her feet to pull her
legs apart. This would insure that she did not move too much.
They allowed their captive to thrash around as much as she wanted.
Nothing she did would gain her any freedom. Her fate was sealed. The only
question remaining was just how much pain she would take before she accepted it.
When she stopped struggling, they let go of her feet, but Clarissa had
both hands on Robyn's head to keep her from falling off the coffee table. It
would hurt if she fell on the floor. Any pain she suffered, they wanted to be at
their hands.
The Amazons dragged a four-legged stool a meter tall over near the
coffee table. Braces between the legs made the stool steady.
"Up we go."
They dragged their captive to her feet and lifted her in the air so she
knelt on the stool. A set of manacles between her ankles made it impossible for
her to get off the stood without falling.
"It's a meter to the floor, Robyn, so you had better think twice about
thrashing around too much."
While Clarissa warned the beautiful captive of the dangers of moving,
another Amazon retrieved a disrobing knife from her purse.
"You don't remember me, do you? You are probably the worst cashier in
the world. You are more interested in flirting with him than waiting on
customers. Well, we are going to make you very, very attractive to him.
"Let's begin by seeing what kind of goodies you are hiding under that
dress."
The preferred instrument of exploration was a disrobing knife. Beginning
at the neck, Clarissa dragged the cutting edge down the front of the garment,
slicing it down to the woman's knees. It took a couple more sweeps of the knife,
one down each short sleeve, to the cuff, to cause the dress to fall to the young
woman's hips. The Amazon continued to slash away until the tattered garment
covered no part of the captive's body.
Robyn knelt there wearing only her white cotton bra and panties.
"I don't know. I thought she would be wearing something, something,
well, something more exciting."
Robyn squirmed about a little. She did not dare struggle too much for
fear she would fall off the stool. She was not certain whether Clarissa and her
friends would catch her, or would just laugh as she landed on the floor.
"Well, let's see."
One swipe of the disrobing knife severed the short strap connecting the
twin cups. Pushed by the weight of the captive's boobs, the cups fell outwards.
Clarissa pulled each cup away to reveal Robyn's titties.
"Not bad."
The others nodded in agreement.
The Amazon finished the task by cutting each shoulder strap. The
tattered bra dropped down to Robyn's hips, hung there for a couple of seconds,
slid over her bottom to strike the floor, then slowly fall over the side.
"And what about the charms down her."
Using one finger, she pulled the brunette's panties down in front until
she could see the curly mass of her pubic hair. Robyn grunted her disapproval as
she shook her head.
Clarissa grabbed Robyn's by the chin.
"You don't seem to understand, Robyn. The customer is always right and,
well, you are always wrong."
The other two Amazons thought that statement funny and began to laugh.
Clarissa ignored them as she turned her attention back to the panties. Hooking
the point of the disrobing knife in the waistband in front, she sliced it down
the front until she could see all of Robyn's pubic hair.
"You know, if you went around dressed like that, no one would care what
kind of service you delivered."
"I think they would be looking for some other service," an Amazon chimed
in. That prompted all three to start laughing.
The young brunette had her legs pressed together as tightly as she
could, but that did not stop Clarissa from inserting her index finger between
them to probe the captive's pussy with her index finger.
"May she does use this for customer service. Maybe that is why she
hasn't been fired."
As she withdrew her finger, she put the tip of the knife in the
waistband on Robyn's left hip. Drawing the blade down, she cut the garment to
the leg hole.
Stepping around the captive, she repeated the process on the other side.
The garment dropped down between the brunette's knees.
"Where's the, uh, thing?"
"It's still downstairs. It will take a few minutes to get it up here."
Clarissa pouted as she contemplated her options. She had not worked out
the minor details. She knew on the end result.
"Give me a second."
The Amazon retreated to the bedroom to get a pair of high-heeled sandals
for the captive to wear. She handed one to each before picking up a pair of
nipple clamps.
"Have you ever worn nipple clamps before, Robyn? I hear some slave girls
find them very erotic."
As the Amazon said that, she rubbed her left hand over one breast then
the other. The nipples became hard and pointed, perfect for nipple clamps.
Poor Robyn. She worried so about the Amazon putting nipple clamps on her
titties that she ignored the other two. They pulled her shoes off, replacing
them with the high-heeled sandals all slave girls wore. She did not even try to
resist. Her concern was cold metal on her left tit as Clarissa touched the metal
nipple clamp to that sensitive part of her body.
Clarissa motioned for them to get Robyn down from the stool. They had to
lift her up and then set her down. As the captive straightened up, the cut dress
fell the remainder of the way down.
She was now naked.
While they did that, Clarissa opened the door to the balcony. She
attached a chain to a ring on the wall next to the door.
"I'll take over from here."
Lifting Robyn over one shoulder was no great feat. She carried her
outside where she set her down next to the chain.
Robyn did not wear a collar (yet), but that was no obstacle. The Amazon
simply looped the chain about her captive's neck. A simple padlock locked it in
place.
She pulled the pins from Robyn's hair so her long tresses fell down to
her waist. Anyone seeing her from a distance would think she was just about
slave girl. No one would notice she did not wear a collar.
No one would really care.
"Now, don't run off. You are out for the balcony so you could try to get
someone's attention so they would help you. But then, maybe they would only want
to stare at that naked body of yours."
What a dilemma for Robyn! If she wanted to get free, she would need
help, but she certainly did not want anyone to see her naked.
She heard the door close so she knew she was alone. The door was glass
so they could see whatever she did. Maybe she could attract someone's attention
before they came out for her.
To do that though, she would have to turn toward the street, exposing
her titties and pubic region to the world. If she turned away, they would see
her bare bottom.
Robyn had no options that would help her get free. She was naked and
bound. Who wouldn't want to take advantage of her.? While she is pondering the
decision about drawing attention to herself, let's see what the three Amazons
were up to.
The "thing" that Clarissa had alluded to earlier was a wooden device
that obviously was a punishment device. One end rose a meter above the floor.
This ends was rounded with the sides about half a meter apart. The other end was
half a meter from the floor. A padded "V" was a clear sign that the captive's
head went there. We don't have to guess the function of the various straps
riveted to the sides.
The two had brought it with them, but had left it downstairs. They moved
it disassembled; it would simply take some time to put the supports on the
bottom so the ends were the correct height above the floor. The correct height
being the proper position for an Amazon to swing a paddle at a bare ass.
The three brought pieces up to the apartment and put the parts together.
In half an hour they had it complete. An assortment of bolts and wing nuts
insured it was sturdy. Where they positioned Robyn's ass, it would remain.
"Time for our guest of honor," Clarissa announced with a giggle.
Clarissa selected a ballgag before moving to the balcony.
"I'm going to remove that gag and put another one in. You can scream all
you want to, but that means everyone will be looking in your direction." She
stroked the young woman's right nipple with the back of her fingers. "Everyone
will look and see your naked body."
Sure, it was a risk, but Clarissa no self-respecting woman in town would
want people to see her naked. The alternative was worse, but she did not give
her captive time to think about it.
She removed the harness from about Robyn's head, leaving the ballgag in
her mouth until the last second. Once she had it out, the beautiful brunette did
not scream for help, but neither did she open her mouth to accept the ballgag.
No problem.
The Amazon grabbed her hair to pull her head back. Automatically Robyn's
mouth opened a little, and she opened it the rest of the way to protest.
Clarissa rammed the rubber ball into the woman's mouth. Quickly she turned her
about so she could fasten the ends of the strap together behind her head.
Carefully she adjusted the woman's hair so it covered the strap.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it, Robyn?"
She giggled at the fearful look in the captive's eyes.
"Come along before someone sees you out here."
Reminding the captive that she was in public with no clothes on, insured
Robyn did not resist when she wanted her to go inside. Clarissa kept a firm grip
on the chain leash to keep the young woman under control.
Robyn stopped when she saw the device that had not been there before.
One the Amazon patted the rounded end.
"Your pussy goes right here."
Robyn decided it was time to resist, but there was nothing she could do.
They dragged her to the end of the device where they lifted her in the air, one
woman holding an arm and a leg. When they set her down, she straddled the
crowned end. Sure, she tried to get off, but they pulled her feet up so they
could buckle straps across her ankles. Her legs were bent so her knees were near
the top. The young captive raised her body in the air so her crotch no longer
touched the top of the device, but she could not free herself.
"This, as you may have guessed, Robyn, is called a 'Spanking Bench.'"
Clarissa rubbed her hand across the woman's bare bottom.
"You are the spankee, and we are the spankers. When we are done, I am
certain you will see the error of your ways and will try harder at being a good
little cashier, or maybe we'll give you a promotion and make you a waitress.
Would you like that? Would you like to serve us as a waitress, dressed,
more-or-less, the way you are now?"
Robyn grunted through the gag as she shook her head.
"Too bad you have no say in the matter."
They pulled her forward so her chin rested in the "V." A strap across
her upper back held her in this position. With her head resting in the "V," she
could not turn her head to either side. All she could do was stare straight
ahead.
"Usually we strap the spankee's arms to the device, but this time I
think we will let you go as your are."
Clarissa moved back to Robyn's bottom, raised high in the air and spread
so all was available.
"I think we will begin with a simple hand spanking. One hundred." Robyn
grunted her disapproval. "That is, one hundred on each cheek.'
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
There were more painful ways of punishing a captive but Clarissa wanted
to begin this way. She wanted Robyn to feel another woman's hand on her bottom.
After ten, she switched to the other cheek.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
When she finished with these ten, she stepped aside and one of the
others took over.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Sure, she had plans, but Robyn was so deserving of this punishment. She
did not want to rush things.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
She stepped aside and the third Amazon took over.
So this is how the next few minutes continued, the Amazons rotating
through the spanking position until Robyn had 100 swats on each bottomcheek.
Okay, it was embarrassing having a woman's hand on her behind, but it
really did not hurt that much.
"Now we are going to use this little leather paddle." She held it in
front of the captive so she could see it. "It's called a stinger, for reasons
you will shortly discover. We'll make it 100 swats on each cheek again." She
smiled at her friends as she added, "Apiece."
Clarissa stood beside Robyn's fanny with her left hand on the naked
woman's lower back. She did that to position herself correctly.
Whop! Whop!
This time it was one blow to the right cheek, followed by one blow to
the left. She paused between each pair of swats to pace herself. She had broken
many slave girls in this manner. Though she did not get the thrill from beating
a woman's fanny that Cathy did, she was no novice. Part of the thrill of turning
a free woman into a slave girl was watching her resistance crumble.
Whop1 Whop!
The pain was far worse than a hand spanking.
Whop! Whop!
Robyn did not want to give the woman the satisfaction of hearing her
screaming through the gag.
Whop! Whop!
Still, there was only so much discomfort a naked woman could take.
Whop! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!! "Whop! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Whop! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Whop! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Robyn tried to wiggle her ass about so Clarissa could not hit it, but
they had be strapped to the spanking device in such a way that she could not
alter her position more than a centimeter or so. This was not enough to affect
the blows on her bottom.
Whop! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!" Whop! "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
After delivering fifty swats in a little more than two minutes, Clarissa
passed the paddle to the next Amazon.
They were in no hurry. They wanted to break Robyn's spirit as well as
her body.
After the 300 swats to her bottom cheeks, Clarissa brought out another,
larger paddle.
"You will notice this one is longer so it will catch both cheeks. You
only get 100 swats from each of us with this."
The Amazons had no need to conserve their strength now.
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Clarissa took her time between each blow to allow Robyn to react.
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
She wanted the naked captive to accept just how helpless she was.
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
And when she started to get tired-
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
- she passed the leather paddle to one of her friends-
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
- who continued the punishment.
Long before Robyn had received the 300 swats, she was willing to do
anything to avoid further punishment. Had they asked her, she would willingly
have accepted a slave collar.
But Clarissa was not finished playing with her.
She stroked the young woman's head as she spoke in a patronizing tone.
"We are going to unbind you. We are not letting you go, at least not
yet. We want you to show us you've learned your lesson. If you are good, then we
will let you go."
Okay, she was lying to her captive, but then again, when did an Amazon
ever tell a future slave girl the truth?
They had to support Robyn when they removed the straps. She made no
effort to resist as they dressed her in a black satin garterbelt, used to hold
up the sheer black stockings. The high-heeled sandals were black patent leather.
On her arms they placed shoulder length, black satin gloves.
The garterbelt and stockings immediately drew attention to her pubic
hair.
She looked every bit the slave girl she was destined to become.
But not yet.
Clarissa had not finished playing with her.
"Stand there. Shoulder back. Chest out."
"There's something wrong."
"What?"
"This." The Amazon patted Robyn's pubic hair. "This is fine for
dessert, but not tea."
"What we need is something to cover it up."
That "something" turned out to be a white nylon apron. When tied about
her hips, the hem of the apron barely covered her pussy. Not that it did any
good, though. The sheer material of the apron allowed everyone to see the mass
of dark curls between her legs.
The more "clothing" they put on their captive, the more naked she
seemed.
The first step in Robyn's training was to teach her the proper way to
curtsey. They were training her to act like a slave girl, but she was unaware of
that. Her only thought was to avoid further punishment.
"We are going to form a triangle. You will curtsey to one of us. Then
turn to your right and assume the position. Do you know what 'Assume the
position' means?"
Of course Robyn did. She had been around slave girls. She was not dumb
enough to answer the question.
Clarissa grabbed the young woman by the shoulders, turned her to her
right, and then pushed down.
"Ass out, head back. Stare straight ahead. You will maintain this
position until we tell you to proceed. Understand?"
The beautiful captive nodded.
"If we don't like the job you did, we will spank you. It might be a
leather paddle; it might be a wooden one. It might be one swat; it might be a
thousand and one. Understand?"
Again, the captive nodded.
"Now, face me and curtsey."
Robyn turned toward Clarissa. Her curtsey was so clumsy she almost fell
over. She turned to her right to assume the position.
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt"
"That was about the most pathetic curtsey I've ever seen."
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt"
"Any slave girl could do better, and they are as dumb as they come.
Proceed."
Robyn moved forward to the next Amazon.
She thought she had done it right this time.
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt"
Of course she was wrong.
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt"
We all know that nothing she did would keep her from being punished.
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt"
"Proceed."
Robyn had to make ten circuits of the group before her performance was
deemed satisfactory. The continual pounding of her ass so numbed the lower half
of her body that she had trouble curtseying without falling over.
She had learned her lesson though.
"Now, we are going to see how well you can serve."
They handcuffed her hands before her so she could hold a silver tray.
They gave her instructions and proceeded to ignore her. She could resist. She
could try to runaway. Nothing would help her though. This was a test to see how
submissive she had become in just a few minutes.
She made the pot of tea and placed it and three cups on the tray. She
returned to Clarissa. Doing a dainty curtsey, she offered the Amazon the
contents of the tray.
She poured herself a cup, then nodded. Robyn executed another curtsey
before moving on to the next woman. When she had served all three, she knelt in
the center of the three to await further instructions.
"Put the tray on the counter and then return to us."
Clarissa turned the captive around by grabbing her by the upper arms.
She pulled the young brunette's left arm behind her back so she could fasten a
handcuff to that wrist. Robyn put her right arm behind her back without being
told. In second she was as helpless as she had ever been.
Clarissa removed the apron.
"Come over here."
She led Robyn to the wall next to the door. The other Amazons followed
to insure Robyn obeyed.
"Face the wall so the tips of your shoes touch it. Now lean forward."
With her left hand she held a copper pfenning against the wall and
adjusted it as she had to. Her right pushed the captive's face forward so her
nose pinned the small coin against the wall.
"We have a little party to attend outside town. While we are gone, we
want you to stay in that position. If you don't have that coin pinned against
the wall when we come back, you will be punished."
Before leaving the Amazons made certain there was no way the young woman
could escape from the room, or do anything to attract attention to her.
When they got to the street, one Amazon asked Clarissa, "Who long do you
think she will stay like that?"
"Oh, she's probably already trying to get the balcony door open. She's
not very good at following instructions."
The Amazons laughed as they started down the street.
