Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

Chapter 107

Yvette lay on her back with her arms straight-out to her sides.  She could not say that this was an uncomfortable position because they had taken extra care to insure that no ropes dug into her tender flesh.  A pair of stakes was driven into the ground on each side of her wrists, providing the basis for her bondage.  A leather strap connected the two stakes, pinning her wrists and the rest of her arm to the ground.  There was one strap across each wrist, and a third strap across her lower chest, just below her big titties.

They had pulled her legs back and outwards so one knee was against each side of her chest.  A leather strap ran from her wrists across the back of her knees and down to the other wrist.  There was a purpose that this.

They fastened about each ankle a leather strap to which was riveted a dozen little bells.  Every time she moved her legs, the bells jangled.  There was enough slack in the leather strap holding her legs back to that she was able to move quite a bit.

And move them she did.

The bells jingled almost continuously.  She was motivated to do this though.  Every time Yvette felt another orgasm coming, her body would suffer a spasm, causing her body to shake, her legs to move back and forth uncontrollably, causing the bells to jangle.

This was not to test Yvette’s reflexes when it came to having her pussy licked.  This exercise was to test the person who was licking.

In this case the oral satisfier was Sandy.

She had not assumed this position without some urging.  The multiple red marks on her bottom showed where they had spanked her repeatedly to get her to perform.  Several days of intense practice had broken down all desire to resist.  She did not care whose pussy she was eating.  She only wanted to avoid another paddling.

As she licked her friend’s pussy, Yvette responded by wiggling her legs.  Everyone standing around could tell what a good job Sandy was doing.  The little bells rang almost continuously.

Those standing around were the potential buyers.

The transit company had been a hoax, as we have seen.  The slave girls being transported had been hijacked, and were about to be sold.  The selling place was up in hills where there was little likelihood that they would be harassed by the authorities.  No one would stumble on them by accident, and they were certain they were beyond the reach of the authorities of any town.

After Sandy showed them what she could do, it was Yvette’s turn to use her tongue.  They slid Sandy back a few centimeters.  Once they had room to move, they popped a rubber ball in her mouth.   It took only seconds to fasten the strap behind her head so she could say nothing.  For her role in the demonstration, she had to say nothing.

Two other women worked on Yvette, freeing her from her bondage.  First they removed the strap holding her legs in the air.  Then they removed her strap across her chest.  They rolled her onto her side where they used a cord to bind her wrists together.  Another cord went about her arms and the elbows so she was totally helpless.

They dragged her over to the side and had her kneel while they put Sandy in the same position she had been in.

The buxom brunette was untied and forced to lie on her back in the same position that Yvette had been.   They treated her arms so they could pull them out to the side and hold them between the posts in the ground.   They quickly fastened the leather strap across each wrist.   They grabbed each wrist and pulled it back until her knees touched her chest.   One woman passed one end of the long strap to Sandy’s left wrist, and tossed it across the beautiful brunette’s thighs where her companion took it.

The woman pulled it down to Sandy’s other wrist where she fastened it with a secure hitch.   Before moving off, they made certain they had left enough slack for the captive to move her legs.   They returned in seconds, each carrying a leather strap to which was riveted a dozen small bells.  Each buckled a strap to the brunette’s ankle.  They tested this again by jerking her legs back and forth.   The bells jingled.

They turned their attention to Yvette.   She was already bound in the desired position so all they had to do was pull her forward toward Sandy’s crotch where the brunette had laid the few minutes before.   A leather strap across her lower back and another across her shoulders kept her in that position.   They pulled the ball gag from her mouth and slid the bench forward until her mouth was over her friend’s pussy.

The signal to start licking came when a guard pushed her face forward so her lips touched the beautiful woman’s pussy.

In a matter of seconds, Sandy jerked her legs as she moved rapidly towards an orgasm.   Yvette had to spend so much time pretending to be a slave girl that it took little to force her to do this.   When she was thinking of herself as a slave girl, she obeyed every given her.   It was no different now that she was a captive of these women. She had few red marks on her bottom.  She needed little encouragement for her to perform as they wished.

Thelma Thomas was the leader of this operation.   She walked back and forth behind the small crowd of potential buyers watching them as they watched Yvette’s tongue work.   She estimated how much money she would gain from selling this group of slave girls.   The overhead costs were high because they had to move from town to town.

At least she did not have to worry about stock shrinkage.  No one was going to shoplift her merchandise.

Some of the slave girls who had already shown the prowess of their tongues were bound spreadeagle out of the way so the potential bidders could inspect their bodies more closely without interfering with the action going on in the center.

Moving among the guests with tray holding goblets of cheap wine were other slave girls.  She acquired them earlier in the day when they tumbled into her grasp. 

A coach had broken a wheel.  The passengers were seated in the shade while the driver walked into town.  Among the passengers were four lovely young ladies.  Thelma offered them a ride to the next way station.

Instead, they ended up in her encampment.  Stripped of their finery, they wore more practical clothing – high heels, sheer black stockings, garter belts, and shoulder length white satin gloves.

Short chains ran from their wrists to their waists so they could not protect pussies or tits.

Dangling from the collar of each was a little tag that read:  “Buy me.”

They were inexperienced so she would not get much for them, but that did not matter.  Their sale would be pure profit.

Since they were the only items of merchandise with a “for sale” sign on them, the buyers looked closely.  The four young women who at the beginning of the day were so proud of their modesty, now had their titties and pussies fondled and probed.  When asked to assume “the position,” they did so with little hesitation.  (Yes, they did hesitate, but they had been paddled enough that day to teach them the folly of refusing to obey any order.)

She motioned Leah Lawson over to her.  Leah was the head of her security force.  While they worked their scam in town, she had looked for a secure place where they could hold the auction.

She had nine women working for her so there were ten guards in all, far more than they ever needed.  She did not believe in taking chances.  As far as Leah was concerned, her job of finding a good sales point was as important as that of securing the merchandise in town. 

Leah placed two guards on that windy grass-covered trail leading up from the main road.  The other seven she had spread out in the woods on the hillsides about them.  There was no chance that anyone could sneak up on them unnoticed, even though several large bonfires were burning.  To see them, you would have to be on the high ground, and her guards would give warning that someone was coming.

Leah was one of those women who became a guard or a whipmistress to protect herself.  She had far above average looks and extremely large bosom. She knew she was a candidate for slavery if she ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time.  The best way to protect herself was to be the guard where she would have the slavers protecting her.

“I want you to go out and check your guards,” Thelma said.  “With a little luck, we will be out of here in an hour or two.  Make sure everything is okay out there.”

“I am sure it is okay.  I placed the guards myself.”

“Well, go to check them anyway.”

Leah was just a hired employee.  She was not part of the cabal that had hijacked the slave girls.   She shrugged and handed up into the brush.  She climbed the nearest hill.   A frown appeared on her lovely face when she reached the crest of the hill.  As she walked to the left, the frown grew stronger.  She could not find her guard.   That bothered her a little, but not too much.   Perhaps the woman had moved down over the hillside.   She continued moving along the crest of the hill, descending the slope on one hill and ascending the slope toward the next.   The guard she left there was missing also.  This concerned her a lot.   She decided to check the hill closest to the road before reporting to Thelma.

When she reached the spot where she posted the guard, she heard movement in the trees down below.   She crouched down to look.   It was far too dark to see what was there, but she could tell by the sounds that somebody was ascending the hill, moving to her right.

Considering discretion to be the better part about valor, she decided to wait to see what happened.   The person moving toward her stumbled over a branch and cursed.

It was a woman’s voice.   It had to be one of her guards.

“What is going on?”

“I thought I heard something.  Come here and look.”

Leah arose from her squatting position and moved down the hill.   It was a woman who led her down the hill, but she could distinguish nothing about her.   She was taken by surprise when the man came from behind her and slapped the duct tape over her mouth.

“Mmmmmffffftttt!”

Hands pulled her arms behind her back.   As they moved backwards, the weight of a body pushed her to her knees.   She could neither punch nor scratch as she landed facedown on the ground.   The woman she had followed pounced on her to tie her hands together behind her back.

She felt the disrobing knife cutting await her clothing.   A matter of minutes she was stark naked.   They were not done with her yet though.   While the two figures pinned her body to the ground, one of them tied her ankles together.  She was helpless.  She was bound and gagged.  She could not resist.  She could not cry out.  She could not run away.

The woman pulled a satin slave hood from her belt and pulled it over her head.  Now she could no longer see.

The second person picked her up to flung her over his shoulder.   She felt herself bouncing up and down as he trotted down the hillside.

The action continued on the crest of the hill.

“Is that all of them?”

“We got them all, Boss.”

“Then let us join the party and collect my merchandise.”

There is a certain anonymity about being a slave girl.  When any free man or woman sees a slave girl, all he or she sees is a sexy body.  There were over twenty slave girls bound in various positions in the clearing.  Though the bonfires were large, the light cast strong shadows so it was difficult to figure out which slave girl was which.

Canjac and two men emerged from the bushes on the right side of the clearing to get a better view of the layout.  Yvette did such a good job with her tongue on Sandy’s pussy that all eyes were on her.  No one paid attention to what was happening in the bushes at the far end of the clearing.

By process of elimination they were able to exclude all the blondes.   Danielle had normal sizes tits, which is to say they were very large, but it was obvious that Sandy was not Danielle.   That narrowed it down to about six.   The only way they would be able to tell which one was Danielle was by checking serial number on her collar.   They doubted the rustlers would go to the trouble of replacing the collar, since they did not expect problems outside town.

“Let’s move back,” Canjac whispered.

Further back from the clearing, he whispered his plan to the men.  The blonde and the wagon teamsters guarded the prisoners at the wagon.  He had eleven men with him.  Having disposed of the guards, he needed only a few to move to the next step of the operation.  He had far too many men for what he planned, but part of his plan for success was to have overwhelming numbers.  The women were talking among themselves and the bonfires were crackling.   He was certain they did not know they were there.

“Ladies, I believe you have something that belongs to me.”

Canjac step out of the bushes followed by three of his men.  Two more men stood in the bushes the women could see them.  Another man moved through the bushes to each side. 

They could not know how many men he had, but in the darkness, they would think it was more than he had.  He moved closer to them.  He was not certain who was in charge but that did not matter.  He figured he could intimidate them merely by his presence.

“You had better get out of here. I have guards.”  Thelma snarled.

“You had guards,” he said, stressing the word “had.”  “Ten of them.  But not anymore.  But I am willing to sell them to you.”

Thelma took a step forward at this announcement.  At this first sign of resistance, two more of his men came out of the bushes, standing at the edge of the clearing.  As he planned, the woman had no idea just how many men he had with him, but they assumed the worst.   At the same time, three men pulled out their disrobing knives.

The threat was obvious.  If the women resisted, the man threatened to turn them in the slave girls.

Canjac signaled his men to start with a wave of his left hand.  The men raced along to the line of slave girls, having already identified those who were good candidates to be Danielle.  Some were bound as Yvette and Sandy were, linking to one another.  Others were bound spreadeagle between posts.  These were on display, having already shown just how servile they were.

The men grabbed the six slave girls by hair to pull down so they could see the serial number on the back of the collar.   It took less than a minute for them to identify Danielle.

“Here she is, Boss.”

The man used his disrobing knife to cut the four ropes binding her arms and legs the post.   He spun her around in quickly bound her wrist behind her back.   Next he pulled the ballgag from her mouth, dropping it on the ground.   He inserted a dildo gag.  By a reflex, Danielle sucked on it.  She was a good little slave girl.

He buckled the ends of the strap together behind her head on top of her hair.  They were in a hurry to get out of here.

The man who had identified Danielle picked her up so he could put her over his shoulder.  He trotted from the clearing through the bushes toward the top the hill.  Canjac singled his men to fall back.  When the last stepped disappeared from sight, he moved toward the bushes,

“It’s been a business doing pleasure with you, Ladies.”

Without further taunting, he disappeared into the bushes.

Some women were so glad these men were gone that they laughed nervously.  Others were indignant.   One of those standing in the last row turned to her friend who accompanied here there.   “Who is that?”

“I don’t know, Erin.”

Canjac and Erin.   Two more storylines begin to weave together.

Thelma wasted no time to get the auction started.

“Okay, Ladies.   I have to make up for some business expenses that had just occurred.   Open up your purses and let us begin the bidding.”

On the far side of the hill, the men had Danielle in the back of a woman with four of the captive guards. 

The road to the north led home.  Canjac pointed across a field.

“We go that way, to Carston.  If they intend to pursue us, they will think we went that direction.”