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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 115
Margaret had her own plans. You did not think she was going to agree with Janice’s plan without some major double-cross? As things happen, she told no one what her plans were. She was not there when Janice came to collect her sisters so no one took action to stop her from doing that.
In the back of the compound, there was a small cart used to transport slave girls. They brought it forward for Janice’s use, and hooked a couple horses to it. Large wagons could handle up to twenty slave girls, but since the brunette had only three to transport, she could use a much smaller one. This one could hold six. To enable someone to climb up in back, they placed a large block on the ground.
They led Samantha out first. She stopped five meters from the back of the cart, refusing to move forward. The guard leading her pulled a switch out but did not have to use it. The sight of him pulling it loose got the captive to step up on the block.
“Kneel on the cart facing to the left. Second position in.”
As soon as the naked captive faced in the desired position, the guard put a hand against the back of the brunette’s head to force it forward. The cart had three holding positions for slave girls on each side. A groove cut into a board along the side identified each position. It was into this groove that he forced the brunette’s throat. Samantha tried to resist, but by then it was much too late. Holding the captive’s head in the groove, he slid a bar behind it. The groove in that bar formed a circle about the captive’s neck.
The guard adjusted the slave girl’s position, but he was willing to wait. He had to get Chase.
The second brunette stood tethered to a post about five meters away. She had only a slight idea what had happened to her sister despite their proximity. As a last gesture, he slipped a leather blindfold over the captive’s eyes.
When the guard released the end of the leash and pulled on it, she followed. Okay, it was a timid series of steps, but the brunette followed where she was led. At the back of the cart, the guard stopped to pull the blindfold off.
“Up on the cart, facing to the right.”
Chase obeyed because she didn’t know what else to do. She had seen her friend bound to the left. She could not see the face, but she knew it was one of her sisters.
In seconds she knelt on the bed of the cart, her neck encircled by a ring of wood.
The board holding the captive’s neck was set to handle all heights of slave girls. The taller the slave girl, the more valuable she was according to many slavers. On the bed of the cart between the captive’s knees was an expandable bar. As the guard turned the large knob on the side of the wagon, the ends of the board slid out, forcing the captive to move her knees apart. The mistress knew she had that device at the correct width, when the captive’s chin rested on the board.
The next item of bondage was a small spreader bar. The device was only half a meter wide, but its intent was not to keep the captive’s legs spread; the other device already took car of that. On each end was a small ring and in the center an eye screw to which was attached a short chain. The guard hooked one ring on the narrow heel of the captive’s right shoe. To get the second ring over the other heel, she had to push her feet together.
While his right hand held the spreader bar in place, her left grabbed the chain. To do so, she had to reach between the brunette’s legs. She left her fingers slide along the chain until she found a hook on the lower board running the length of the cart. With a firm grip on the chain to insure the rings did not come off, she brought her right hand around to hold the chain. When she hooked a link of that chain to the hook, the chain was taut.
The board at her throat kept the slave girl from moving forward. The spreader bar attached to the heels of her sandals kept her from moving backwards. She could do nothing but kneel there.
The guard did the same to Chase, forcing her knees apart. When that captive also was in the proper position, she stepped down from the back of the cart to inspect what she had done.
While the cart had sides, they were only a few centimeters high, their purpose being to keep the slave girl from moving forward. Another board ran the length of the bed at throat height. In other words, they obstructed little.
With the slave girl’s chin planted on the upper board, anyone could see she wore a collar. With no sides to the cart, anyone could see the slave girl’s tits and her cunt. More than seeing though, they had access to grope and fondle.
“Mmmmmffffftfttt!!”
Chase protested when the guard played with her cunt, but the woman had a legal right to do so. The brunette was nothing more than a slave girl.
He moved around to the other side to secure Chase as she had Samantha.
Once he had the sister slaves girls aroused, he retrieved Lauren from inside a tent. She joined her sisters in the wagon.
Janice waited out front while this occurred. When they were ready, the guard brought the wagon around in front.
For this occasion, the conniving sister had splurged on a coach, complete with a driver.
The carriage rattled along slowly, the slave cart struggled to keep up. So bored was she by the unfolding of events that she put her head back with her eyes closed. In seconds, she dozed off.
She came awake when the carriage unrepentantly stopped. She thought they had reached the town, but a glance out the window told her they were still in the country. They had not yet arrived at the turnoff toward town.
“What is it?” she yelled crossly.
“We have a problem,” the driver yelled down. She heard the sounds of boots on the road and knew he had dropped to the ground.
“This is ridiculous,” she muttered to herself as she kicked the door open to find out for herself what was going on. A man stood beside the carriage studying a rope.
“What-“
That was all she was able to say before another man grabbed her from behind. His left arm passed over her left shoulder to grab a tit, any tit. It was only a diversion to distract her from his right hand.
“Ahhh-“
She opened her mouth to scream as he expected. When she did that, the man before her popped the ballgag in her mouth. To keep it there he had to hold his hand over her mouth. That opened him up to several sharp kicks to the shin. Her fingers sought his flesh to scratch it, but anticipating that action, he wore a long sleeved shirt.
He spun her in a quarter turn to the left so the second could join in the attack. He looped the rope over his neck as he stepped into the fray.
The driver leaned up against the front wheel of the coach, tossing the talen from one hand to another. He had been paid well for his minor role in this.
The ballgag’s strap was loosely buckled to begin. They had only to pull it up over her had and down in back. A sharp tug on the leash made it so tight that she could not push the ball from her mouth with her tongue.
He then grabbed her right wrist to draw it in his direction. She could not longer try to scratch with it. Meanwhile, he switched his grip to her left wrist.
Janice tried to kick as they dragged her across the road. She managed to land several good kicks, but none hit a vital spot.
Ten meters feet from the road, a rail fence lined the field
When they were just a couple meters from the fence, one man moved in behind her to grab her ankles. He pulled up suddenly, throwing the gagged beauty off balance. They had Janice’s body roughly parallel to the ground.
The two men tucked an arm under theirs. With one hand free, they looped a rope about each wrist. This done, they tied the other to a ring set in the top rail.
The two then retreated to the brunette’s feet to tie one end of ropes to her ankles. When he lowered them to the ground, each pulled outwards so he could tie the end of the rope to a ring set in the ground.
This left Janice spread-eagled against the fence. She could wiggle her butt about, but that was all she could do.
Fortunately, she was still dressed. Whoops! Wrong about that! The men used disrobing knives on her clothing. In a few seconds, they had her buck-naked. She was bound and naked. To add to the image of a slave girl, they rudely pulled the pins from her hair so it fell down.
At this point, they retired to the carriage and the wagon. The two vehicles had been in the road, in the bright sunlight. They moved a hundred yards further down the road where there were some trees on the other side of the road.
While everyone waited, the beautiful brunette continued to struggle with her bondage. She pulled and twisted but could not move the ropes binding her wrists. In desperation, she tried to lower her knees but they had bound her legs so far apart that if she tried that, she would not be able to get up. She decided it was best to remain upright.
The ropes binding her wrists to the fence rail were not formidable. They were little more than cords, but again, the way they had her bound kept her from raising her arms from the rail. She could not get at the knots, nor could she push herself back to put strain on the rope or the cords.
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
The reason for the wait became apparent in half an hour when another carriage approached. Janice concentrated so much in her attempt to get free that she had not heard it until it was almost behind her. She looked over her left shoulder, then her right but her long hair kept her from seeing what was there.
Besides a guard beside the driver, there were four outriders. The three men left the shade to move out to join this new interloper.
“I see you have done well,” Margaret said as she alighted from the carriage. She straightened her clothes before reaching back inside for her bag.
“We got her just the way you wanted.”
The mistress carried a large handbag. She pulled out one item before dropping the bag on the floor. She moved forward so the naked captive could see what she had.
“I bet you get a real thrill from this.”
It was a strap-on dildo. The brunette turned her head away when the slaver tried to rub it on the side of her face.
“So let’s get down to business.”
Janice saw her wrapping the strap about her body as she disappeared behind her.
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
After five minutes, Margaret gave up. Her captive would not come.
She moved back in front of the captive.
“Some girls just don’t know how to have a good time. You will learn though.”
She disappeared from sight for a few seconds, just enough time to remove the strap-on dildo. She returned with a black leather slave collar. She held it up for the captive to see.
“I bet I can have you begging for this before sundown.”
It was not long afterwards that a collared Janice was led up to the back of the wagon where she took a place kneeling with her sisters.
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