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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 118
With the reception less than a day away, Caroline made all the arrangements herself, now that she had permanently removed from the scene both the wicked stepmother and wicked stepdaughter. The reception would go on as scheduled.
The Amazon gave half a thought to absconding with her two captives then, but the Amazons were not ready to leave town that early in the day. They had a few loose ends to take care of. At Caroline’s insistence, they would be ready to leave during the reception. Hopefully, they would be out of town before anyone at the reception realized that their hostess and her evil stepdaughter were not present. If they timed things properly, they would pass through the city’s gates shortly before they closed for the night. Any pursuit would have to wait until morning. Things being what they were, after a good night’s sleep, no one would want to chase after an Amazon for the sake of two beautiful young women.
After all, if the Amazons put a slave collar about their necks, didn’t that mean that they deserved it?
When she freed Laura and sent her back to work, she placed a gag in the evil stepmother’s mouth. The multiple orgasms so exhausted Madison that she did not resist as the whipmistress pulled her to her feet. The Amazon spun her about so she lay facedown over the bench. In seconds, Caroline handcuffed her hands behind her back.
Madison appeared so weak from the ordeal, Caroline did not think she could walk to the discipline room. Besides, she did not want the others to see her resisting. All the slave girls owned by the Blaines were well trained. One who resisted would only bring attention to her. That was one thing Caroline did not want.
She pulled the blonde upright and turned her around. With no effort at all, she lifted her over one shoulder. In less than a minute Madison was in the punishment room.
The Amazon set her down before the spanking bar. Holding the blonde by the waist, she turned her around. A gentle shove caused the blonde to fall forward on the padded-bar.
Madison knew something was wrong, but she could do nothing about it at this point. The Amazon pulled a pair of black leather straps together over her lower back, pinning the captive to the top of the bar. Caroline stepped around to get at the blonde’s head. She squatted down to grab a chain attached to a ring on the floor. A hand on the back of her head pushed it down so she had no trouble attaching the end to her collar. Although the blonde could lower her head a few centimeters, she could not raise it more than the length of chain would allow.
Caroline was the Blaines’ whipmistress. That was an administrative post that allowed her to decide what was to be done to each slave girl. She decided how much pleasure and how much pain. She decided how long, and how often.
She found one of her associates playing with the titties of a slave girl. The helpless captive lay on her back while the woman tapped her nipples. The rubber ball filling her mouth did not stop the sounds of anguish when she scored a direct hit. Most blows were to one side or the other. The slave girl could never tell when either tittie was about to be wracked with stabbing pain.
“I have a new slave girl in training room,” Caroline had to step back and twist her body around to see. “Training room 6. Get a couple of guys to help you. Give her about 20 whacks on the fanny and teach her to be a good cocksucker.”
Since she was going to terminate her employment with the Blaines, she decided to do what any good employee would do – steal everything not fastened down.
The two young women had money and jewelry, but those meant nothing to an Amazon. They did, however, own a large kennel of delectable slave girls. She made a list of which were the most desirable. She gave instructions so they will have certain tasks to do the day of the reception that would allow her to find them easily.
When she had given the mistress and guard final instructions, she left to go to the Amazons’ compound. She wanted to insure everything was ready for her.
She found Roxanne still undergoing her training. Lana had bags under her eyes from training the blonde for hours without interruption.
“Okay, Roxy, this is one of the hardest things to do. You have to tie up a slave girl so securely that she won’t even think of trying to escape.”
The tall blonde was not the only Amazon recruit undergoing training. Janice was another. She was much more petite and, most importantly, a brunette.
“Janice, why don’t you let Roxanne practice on you first?”
“Sure. What do you want me to do?”
“Let’s make this authentic. Why don’t you take off all your clothes and let Roxy put you in a hogtie.”
The blonde had seen it done several times, but she was uncertain just what went into making a woman helpless in this bondage position. The two Amazons training her gave her detailed instructions.
When she was finished, Janice struggled but could not get free. She did not try very hard.
“Okay, Roxy, it is your turn.”
Janice had stripped down so willingly that the blonde needed no further encouragement. In a matter of seconds, her long body with those large bulbous titties was visible.
“Now, what do I do?” Janice asked innocently.
“First, Roxy has to lay on the floor on her front. That is it. Put your hands together behind your back.”
Knowing how to make her helpless, it did not take the brunette long to bind the blonde’s hands behind her back. She moved from there to her thighs and ankles.
“Can we do something different? How about if I loop a rope about her upper arms so they are tied to her body?”
“That would be different. Roxy, do you need help getting to your knees?”
“I think I can make it.”
She tried, but she needed help. She sat on her haunches as Janice looped the rope about her upper arms. She made four loops altogether, two above those jutting mounds, two below.
“How do I tie this?”
That was the signal. Janice’s actions of tying the ends of the rope together distracted the blonde. An Amazon rammed a rubber ballgag into her mouth.
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
The buxom blonde tried to protest but we all know how that would turn out. Janice dropped the ends of the rope to grab Roxanne by the head, forcing her upper body down toward her knees. As she did that, she moved around the captive so she stood at her head. The woman easily pulled the ends of the leather strap together behind her head. In seconds, the strap was buckled into a small loop that kept the rubber ball securely in her mouth.
“Remember you said I could go first because I let her tie me up.”
As it turned out, Janice needed no training on how to be an Amazon, because she already was one.
Two of the few remaining Amazons pulled the captive to her feet. One hefted the tall blonde over her shoulder.
By the time Janice was dressed, they had the naked blonde stretched out over a spanking bar. Her bound feet were at one end of the base, while her head was near the other end. Cords insured she could not move from that position.
Draped over the spanking bar, the highest part of her body was her bare bottom.
“Smile, Roxy, and just think about how much you wanted to be an Amazon.”
Whack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
A red spot formed on the blonde’s right bottomcheek as Janice took aim at the other.
Whack!
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
The Amazon moved around to the other side of the captive. She did not intend to pummel her body from that direction, but she wanted to drag out the punishment. She had nothing else to do for the remainder of the day.
“Are you sure we will have papers for her? Tall blondes with boobies this big are not that common.”
“If we run short, we will just take the papers off another slave girl and sell her ‘as is.’ You know the guards at the gate will compare the number of slave girls to the numbers of papers we have. As long as they match, they will not look to see if the papers match the description of a particular slave girl.”
“Send somebody by stately Blaine Manor tomorrow about three. I have a pick up of fifteen slave girls. If we don’t have the papers for them, see if you can’t find a quick buyer.”
The day of the big reception found the slave girls busy cleaning the house. They dusted and cleaned everywhere, going over each surface, once, twice, and again.
The mistress of the house was not to be seen during the preparations. That was unusual but it sparked no interest. Everyone knew Madison was not only the evil stepmother; she was pretty much an overall bitch. They had heard her yell and complain about everything. At some time or another she had sharply criticized every member of the household staff. They knew she was not there to harass them while they oversaw the work of the slave girls. The job went faster without her interference.
That is not to say Madison was not present. Caroline had them dress her in one of those darling French Maids outfits. Since she was pretty much useless when it came to learning any new tasks, Caroline had her stand outside the front door.
There was no chance she would run off. After all, where would she run? As insurance, they had her shackled with a short hobble chain and she was tethered to a ring on the railing to the front door.
And what was she doing?
She stood there with her hands bound to a small metal bucket. A chain from three sides to her collar kept her from spilling the contents on the ground.
The contents were anything that anyone wanted to get ride of. Cigarette butts? Chewing gum? Trash of all sorts?
Just dump them in the little metal pail.
Fortunately, Madison was not alone. While she stood tethered to the right railing, Laura, the evil stepdaughter, stood tethered to the left railing.
The guard who put them there added a little spice to the situation.
“I hear that whoever has the less trash, gets a solid thrashing.”
Not only did they have to accept trash from strangers (and, occasionally, from people they knew), they had to try to drum up business by waving the cans at people to attract their attention. No one recognized them as they were dressed as slave girls.
The Amazon was not idle during this time. She had delegated all responsibilities for the reception to others. Her immediate task was collecting the fifteen slave girls she had selected to abscond with. She collected them together near the door to the kennel. A quick head count told her something was wrong. She had eighteen.
She compared the number she had written down with the numbers on collars. In less than ten minutes she identified the three not on her list.
She had each stand before her so she could inspect each. The slave girl turned slowly so she could inspect their bodies.
How had she missed these three?
There was an old axiom that there no was such thing as too many slave girls. She added these three to the coffle containing fifteen.
She attached a leash to the collar of the slave girl in front. A jerk told the captive to walk outside.
Caroline led the line toward the alley. When the last had exited the manor, she stopped the line. Facing the building, they bent over until their faces were almost against the wall.
A couple minutes before three, an Amazon arrived on horseback.
“I have three more than I planned on. Can we handle it?”
“I’ll have to discuss it with the others. Three should not make much difference.”
Caroline waited until almost last minute before retrieving Madison and Laura. Since they were already dressed as French Maids, there was no need to change their costumes. She did, however, change their hair. Instead of allowing their long hair to flow down over their shoulders and ample bosom, she formed them into pigtails on the sides of their heads. In other words, their hair became handlebars.
When the guests arrived, the two were with the group of slave girls at the door to help the visitors coming with their capes, hats, riding crops etc. Neither Madison nor Laura had ever participated in this type of activity before. Always before they hosted a party. They had assumed the slave girls would take care of their guests. They did not know what they did.
A whipmistress stood in the background, menacing the slave girls to insure they behaved
The two recognized almost everyone who came to the party, but there was nothing they could do to communicate to them. They did not dare try, not only because they would be severely punished, but also because they did not want their friends and acquaintances to know what happened to them. They were well aware of the law in the town. Since they wore collars, they were slave girls. While Caroline might get in trouble for doing this to them, they would not be free. They could only do what other people wanted them to do.
They carried the items to the large cloakroom that was manned by a pair of experienced slave girls. They gave each French Maid a little tag as a receipt before hanging up the items.
The first couple Madison dealt with were the Viscount and Countess di Tutti. Members of the old aristocracy, they looked down on the nouveau riche such as the Blaines. The Countess had always treated Madison as though she was some sort of servant. And here she was, dressed as a French Maid and wearing a collar.
The buxom blonde took the countess’s cloak and got in line at the cloakroom. She returned with the receipt tag. The countess ignored her. The Viscount took the receipt and reward Madison for her exceptional service by squeezing her left tit (when the countess was looking the other way).
Most of the French Maids went from the doorway to other rooms to serve the guests. Some would walk around the rooms carrying trays with drinks. Others were placed motionless in strategic places about the house. They stood on platforms from which rose steel shafts. They were impaled on the shafts so they could not move. In their hands were silver trays where the guests could deposit their glasses. A slave girl did not have to move to bring pleasure to a master or mistress.
About six or eight slave girls had pigtails like Madison and Laura. They were converted into an anteroom outside the men’s bathroom. The eight were placed on their knees with their backs to a wall. Shackles were placed on their ankles. A wooden pole ran from their ankles to their collars. The end where there ankles were, there was a leather strap that encircled them. They strapped it tight then moved the pole so that the ring on the other end was against the ring on the collar. When a padlock was attached. The slave girl could not move. She could only maintain that position.
Madison did not know what was going on. She had never been in this part of the house when there was a party. She did not know why they had brought her down there.
She quickly found out.
A man removed the ballgag from the blonde to her left. He already had his rigid cock out. He held the blonde by her pigtails as she pulled her head forward. His cock slid into her mouth and out again.
Madison realized what she was expected to do in this position. She fought her bondage, but the handcuffs holding her hands behind her back were made of steel. She could not slip her hands through the small circles of steel. She was helpless.
It was her turn.
The rubber ball was removed from her mouth. A man quickly replaced it with his cock. She did not want to do this, but there was nothing else she could do. She knew they would severely punish her in public if she did not performing adequately.
She sucked as best she could. The man used his grip on her hair to move her head backwards and forward as he thrust his groin forward. The end of his shaft continued to batter against the back of her mouth. She was glad when he finally withdrew his cock and reinserted the ball again.
“At least that is over.”
At least it was over for now. Other men entering the room wanted service. Once in a while a man insisted on testing every one of the kneeling slave girls. Madison had to wonder how she performed compared to the others. She did not know that Laura knelt three slave girls to her left.
Caroline realized that before the party was over someone would be looking for the mistress of the house. It was time to escape, not only from stately Blaine Manor but also from the town. The Amazons were ready. She entered the room to inspect the slave girls. It took her a little while the finally she identified which ones were Madison and Laura. She freed Laura from the pole first. Attaching a leash to her collar, she used it to bring the beautiful blonde to her feet and lead her into the hallway where she tethered her to the ring on the wall. The she went looking for Madison. Evil stepmother joined the evil stepdaughter in the hall.
Caroline left them while she went down to stable to get her horse. She did not want anyone to interrupt her. This was the most hazardous part of the plot. When she was ready to ride, she returned to the hallway. The two slave girls were where she had left them. She could not tell if anything had happened to them, not that she cared. There was no telling how many men and women had fondled their bottoms or caressed their titties.
It did not matter though. They were slave girls. They had to expect this behavior.
After all, there only function in life was to bring pleasure to others.
She led them through the house and down to the slave kennels. They exited the manor through the main door where she had tethered her horse. She attached one leash to the ring on each side of the saddle so the two would have to follow her side-by-side. She mounted and started the horse off at a quick walk.
Legs flashed as stiletto heels struck the pavement. In a matter of minutes they arrived at the Amazon’s compound.
“Take care of these two, will you?”
She tossed the reins of the horse to one of the Amazons who prepared the horses for their escape from town. They had less than an hour before the city gates closed.
“So how are things progressing?”
“Pretty good. The slave girls are all bound in a coffle, ready to go.”
Carolina looked around. About thirty or forty slave girls waited patiently. They were not the most beautiful or had the biggest tits.
“What are we going to do with these?”
“We needed some money so we decided to sell about half of our stock.”
All the slave girls had their “papers,” except of Laura and Madison. She had not expected to take them out of town. She wanted to leave them in town so they would suffer the humiliation of serving people they knew. She knew it took time note to arrange the sale of a slave.
“How are we going to sell them? We are running out of time.”
One Amazon smiled at her.
“Don’t worry. Canjac said he would take care of us.”
I can see another happy ending to this story also.
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