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Slave Girls in Bondage

Chapter 23

Slave Girls in Bondage

Chapter 23
     Early morning in the city saw few people on the streets.  There were
exceptions, of course.  Some people had to go to work to see that the shops were
ready for customers.  Others were herding coffles of slave girls down streets to
the places where masters and mistresses would await their charms.
        One wagon moved slowly down the street drawn by a pair of horses.  On
each side, a sign announced it belonged to "Mandy's Merry Maids."  Had someone
cared enough to look closely in back, they would have seen four French maids in
pairs, kneeling so they faced each other.  Short tether chains ran between their
collars.  Since there was no need for them to see where their mistresses were
taking them, each wore a black leather blindfold (that matched their black satin
maids' outfits).  Ballgags insured their silence.  Steel cuffs secured hands
behind their backs.  Manacles ran from their ankles to rings set in  the bed of
the wagon so they could not flee.
        Why bother cleaning your own house or apartment when there were
literally thousands of slave girls out there who would love to clean it for you?
Well, perhaps the choice was that they either clean it or get a severe spanking.
And if they did not do a good job?  An even harder spanking was in store for
them.
        The service always was good, regardless of which company you employed.
        One or two French Maids were usually enough to clean a small house or
apartment.  So why four?
        One mistress drove the wagon while two more sat in back.  They looked
bored, as they were.  Movement this way was tedious, but necessary to maintain
the subterfuge.  Mandy's Merry Maids was merely a dummy organization used by the
Amazons to carry out their nefarious plots against nubile and voluptuous
females.
        Kat pulled back on the reins, signaling the horses to stop.
        "We have arrived."
        Mindy and Lauren came to their feet in back.  Mindy stepped toward the
back of the wagon to let the gate down.  She them jumped down to the street. 
Lauren followed, but stopped at the last slave girl on the left.  She removed
the tether chain before unlocking the handcuffs.
        "Move."  She nudged the kneeling slave girl with the toe of her right
boot.
        The slave girl turned to her left and started crawling forward on her
knees.
        "Stop."
        Mindy took over from there.
        "Sit down."
        The slave girl lowered her bottom to the bed of the wagon and stretched
her legs out in front of her.  She legs hung over the edge.  Mindy grabbed her
by the waist to set her on the ground.  She maneuvered her about so she stood
next to the sideboard of the wagon where there was another ring.  She ran a
tether chain from the slave girl's collar to that ring.
        Each slave girl left the wagon in that manner.  In a couple of minutes
the two had them chained up in a coffle, the following three slave girls
tethered to the slave in front of her.
        Each Amazon tucked coiled ropes in their belts.  Lauren tore off a piece
of adhesive tape that was a quarter of a meter long.  Mindy carried a leather
bag with some cloth items in it.
        "We will signal you."
        As the two crossed the street toward the apartment building, Kat climbed
down from the seat to stand by the coffle.  It was important that nobody suspect
anything if they wanted to continued running this operation.
        On the third floor of the apartment, the object of their intentions
prepared to go to work.
        Colleen Sullivan finished brushing out her long, red tresses before
pinning them to the back of her head in the manner of a free woman.  Only slave
girls wore their hair down.  Free women wore theirs pinned up because they
could. Slave girls had no choice in the matter.
        She frowned when she heard the knock at the door.  She did not want to
be late again.  She was afraid that if she was late one more time this week, her
boss would fire her.
        Calvin Cameroon was Director of Slave Girl Registration.  Colleen's job
was nothing more than filing the various papers when new slave girls were
registered.  (Occasionally, she pulled from the files information about free
women whose status had changed.)
        Colleen was as beautiful as most but had a pair of bosoms that few could
equal.  She knew she stood little chance of staying away from a slave collar if
she ventured from the protection of the city walls.
        Of course it was illegal to enslave a woman within the city, but she was
certain it occurred on occasion.  What better protection was there for her than
to be an employee of the office that registered slave girls?  Everyone would be
afraid of touching her.
        Being careful, she did not open the door.
        "Who is there?"
        "Namaza Express.  I have a package here for Miss. Colleen Sullivan."
        "I'm not expecting a package."
        "Listen, girl, I just deliver.  I don't look in them.  There is a card
attached.  Do you want me to look at it?"
        "Okay.  Go ahead."
        "Great.  It reads: "From a Secret Admirer.'"
        "I don't think..."
        "That is okay.  I will just take it back to the jewelry shop."
        Colleen was beautiful.  Colleen was careful.  But Colleen was also not
very bright.
        As soon as she opened the door, Lauren leaped forward to plant a hand
across her mouth.  She dragged her back into the apartment.  Mindy was right
behind her.  Once she had the door closed so no one could see what they were
doing, she pulled the first rope from her belt.
        In a matter of seconds she had the redhead's hands tied together behind
her back.
        The Amazon then pulled a small piece of cloth from the bag which she
wadded up in one hand.  Standing close behind Colleen, she nodded to Lauren when
she was ready.
        The second Amazon pulled her hand away from the captive's mouth. Colleen
opened her mouth to scream, but before she could, Mindy had rammed the cloth
into her mouth.  Lauren's hand dropped to her belt where she retrieved adhesive
tape.  Quickly she pressed it over Colleen's mouth, running her fingertips from
one ear to the other to insure that the tape was secure.
        When she drew her hand away, they had the buxom redhead securely gagged
as well as bound.
        Colleen had been struggling furiously in a vain attempt to fight them
off. The attack was by surprise, and the two had much experience in doing this
so they gave their captive no chance to get free.
        Even before it occurred to the redhead, they pushed her to her knees so
she could not kick them.  Mindy pulled another rope free.  This one went about
Colleen's right ankle.  Once she had it tightly tied, she raised the captive's
foot in the air to hook it over her left ankle.  The working end went about both
ankles.  In seconds, they had Colleen's ankles secured together.
        "Let's see what kind of goodies you have hidden in here."
        Lauren pulled her disrobing knife from a boot sheath.  Hooking the end
of it at the neck of the redhead's blouse, she cut downwards.  One swipe was all
it took to reveal her white, lacy bra.  Colleen struggled furiously as the
Amazon next hooked it on the strap connecting the large cups.   As that strap
parted, the weight of her huge boobs caused the cups to fall outwards.
        Mindy was not idle during this time.  She used her disrobing knife on
the redhead's slacks.  By the time Lauren had the blouse removed, little
remained of the slacks.
        Lauren hooked the curved tip of the disrobing knife in the elastic
waistband of the panties.
        "If you are a good little girl, we will let you keep your panties.
Otherwise, they come off too."
        Colleen shook her head.  She did not want to be bare-assed naked.
        "Just kneel there quietly and let Mindy finish tying you up."
        As soon as she said that, Lauren came to her feet.  When she opened the
curtains, she saw Kat standing in the street look up, waiting for her signal.
        Once she saw her friend wave, Kat walked along the coffle pulling up the
blindfolds.  Each bondage item remained on the foreheads of the slave girls so
they could be replaced with ease.  While it was possible to move them across the
street, up the stairs, and into the woman's apartment, it would take time.
	This was only the first stop of a busy day.  There was a housewife across town
who had a body that was begging for a body.  Then there were those two interior
designers who had an appointment after lunch.  The slave girls would see nothing
that mattered.
      The Amazon moved from the back of the coffle to the wagon where the chain
tether was attached to the wagon.  She jerked on it, a signal for the slave
girls to start forward.
     As they approached the door to the apartment, Lauren opened the door.
     "How is it going?"
     "Everything is fine."
     Lauren waited by the door until the last slave girl was through, then she
closed and locked it.  They did not want to be disturbed.
     By then, Mindy had looped another rope about the redhead's upper arms and
chest above her large titties.  The next rope encircled her arms and chest below
the boobs.
     "Butt in the air."
     Mindy patted Colleen on her panty-covered bottom.  The redhead responded by
raising her bottom in the air.  This enabled the Amazon to loop the rope about
the captive's lower thighs just above her knees.
      Colleen tried to turn her head to the left to see what happened behind
her. She caught a glimpse of the French Maids when Kat led them into her
apartment. Mindy's order to raise her bottom off her legs had distracted her. 
When she looked back, she saw one French Maid running toward her bedroom.  The
woman who had led them in was busy removing the handcuffs from the next French
Maid in line.
    Mindy caught her attention again as she pulled the pins from her hair so it
fell down to her elbows.
   "Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
   Only slave girls wore their hair down.  Colleen started to struggle, but it
was much too late for her to do anything.
   Lauren squatted before the captive to hold her by the shoulders. She stared
at the Amazons, her green eyes wide in fright at what the woman might do to her. 
Lauren's role was merely to keep her from struggling too much.
    Mindy pulled the red, spandex slave sheath from the leather bag. The sheath
was nothing more than a narrow tube two meters long.  Though the captive inside
usually was bound, the constricting material would keep the occupant
constrained.
    The closed end of the tube was much narrower than the rest.  Mindy bunched
the material together so she had it.  Before the redhead could react, she pulled
it down over her head.  Colleen struggled, but there was nothing she could do
now.
     Once they had it down tightly on her head, they pulled it down over the
rest of her body.  Colleen twisted back and forth, the only movement she could
make, but that did nothing to stop them.  Her chest and arms disappeared into
the spandex, followed next by her hips.  Pushing her forward so she had to lie
on the floor, they pulled it down over her legs.  Once her feet were inside,
Mindy got rid of the slack by tying a knot in the material.
    The two then pulled Colleen to her feet so Lauren could sling her over her
right shoulder.  Carefully, so she would not damage the merchandise she carried,
she went down to the wagon where she unceremoniously slid Colleen on the bed of
the wagon and tied her down.
     So what were the French Maids doing all this time?  They were busy removing
all of Colleen's clothing from the drawers of her dresser, and from the closet.
While three did that, the fourth stuffed them into black satin bags.  By the
time Colleen lay in the back of the wagon, everything belonging to her was
stuffed into bags on the floor near the door to the hall.
    The French Maids then wiped all the furniture and walls to insure there were
no fingerprints.  Within minutes no trace of the redhead existed in the
apartment.  It was as though she had no existed.
      After the French Maids had carried the bags of clothing down to the wagon,
they were bound and blindfolded as before.  The wagon moved off toward its next
stop.



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