Slave Girls in Bondage
by Kilo
Chapter 58
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
As she swung the paddle forward, Cathy stepped on the pedal that
released the chain. Kim reacted as she was supposed to. The sudden pain in her
bottom caused the beautiful brunette to straighten up. The relaxation of tension
on the chain allowed the young captive to do that. She jerked upright.
"Don't you agree it would have been much better had you done as I said?"
Cathy placed her left hand against the coed's bottom until she felt the
flesh grow warm through the silk. She moved around in front of Kim. As she did
so, the eyes of the three kneeling slave girls followed her. Each captive knew
she could replace the unfortunate Kim if Cathy chose to.
They were well on their way to becoming good little slave girls. The
three would do anything to avoid further punishment.
"Are you going to be a good little girl from now on?"
Cathy asked the question without looking at the captive. Her gaze was on
the timer. She slapped the button down so it starting counting the seconds until
the luscious coed had to bend over.
Kim made no answer but stared at the tall Amazon with tearing streaming
down her face. If she refused to obey, she would be spanked again. (She blocked
out that simple fact that she would be spanked regardless.) If she nodded, she
was showing she was ready to become a slave girl. Regardless of her decision,
she would be punished. Her pain would bring pleasure to others. That was her
role as a slave girl.
R-r-ring!
Cathy let the paddle swing back and forth at knee level as she slowly
returned to her working position behind Kim. As she drew the paddle back, she
stepped on the lever. The chain rattled through the pulley as it drew the
captive's arms into the air.
Whack!!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Cathy stepped forward to slap the button on the timer. She ignored Kim
as she made her way to the three kneeling roommates.
"Do you think she is going to obey this time?"
Sue answered first by shaking her head. The bells attached to her
pigtails jingled.
"We have one 'no' vote. We have two, three, three 'no' votes. Kim, I
suspect they think you need much more punishment. "
She turned back to the kneeling slave girls, who looked up at her with
adoration that only fear came bring.
"Should I use this wooden paddle on her even if she does obey?"
The answer was more jingling, though not as loud.
"Kim, all three think I should use this paddle on your bottom
regardless. Your three friends seem to think you haven't suffered enough yet.
The choice is yours."
R-r-ring!
Cathy looked over at the timer when it sounded, then back at Kim. She
flashed a too polite smile.
"Your choice."
Again she stomped on the lever, forcing Kim's bottomcheeks to explode
against the shiny silk.
Whack!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Cathy moved back toward the front of the device. She slapped the button
down again.
"I must congratulate you, Kim. You certainly have more courage than I
gave you credit for. Most captives would have begun obeying after two blows.
They can't take the pain" She paused, then let a trace of a smile spread across
her lips. "Unless, of course, you are on of those truly gifted slave girls who
enjoys pain.".
R-r-ring!
How much pain can a young woman take before she submits? In Kim's case,
it was three blows from the wooden paddle. As Cathy approached the location from
which she spanked Kim, the beautiful brunette bent over, presenting her bottom
for a spanking.
Cathy traded the wooden paddle for the leather one. She moved back
where Kim could see her. Since the chain pulled her head back so she could only
stare straight ahead, Cathy had to move around in front of her to be seen.
"See! This leather paddle is much softer than that nasty wooden one."
As she said it, she rubbed the leather surface over Kim's chin. The
pliant paddle bent from the slight pressure, but Kim still knew it would hurt.
The tall Amazon returned to her place behind Kim. She took her time as
she wanted Kim to acclimate herself to submitting to the blows. While inflicting
pain on another woman's fanny was true fun that was not the reason she did this.
Okay, maybe it was the reason she did it but the Amazons wanted submission from
the captives. If Cathy did not get them to submit quickly, the Amazons would
find someone else to do it.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Cathy returned to the front of the device so Kim could see her.
"Go ahead, straighten up. Now, wasn't that much better than that wood
paddle?" The captive nodded. Jingle, jingle, jingle. "If you would only have
behaved from the beginning, you would have saved yourself so much pain. You
suffered because you were not willing to be the good little slave girl you know
you should be. "
"You would also ruin my fun," she thought as she blew Kim a kiss..
Slapping the button down again, she moved back behind Kim.
"I think these three have seen enough. Let's put their little tongues to
work and if they don't do a good job, well, we'll discuss that if it happens."
R-r-ring.
The Amazons brought the three to their feet and led them around to the
side where there were chairs. They could not see what happened to Kim, but they
certainly could hear.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
"Kim, you have to do a better job than that. When you bend over, just
think how much you are going to enjoy the pain."
R-r-ring.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Of course, Cathy and all the Amazons knew that there was no way Kim
would ever be able to take twenty-five blows without jerking her body.
R-r-ring.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
The clapper on each bell was so large that they rang every time the
buxom captive took a deep breath.
R-r-ring.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Kim didn't know that though.
R-r-ring.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
She thought that, maybe if she was a good little girl, they might let
her go.
R-r-ring.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Sure, and Canjac doesn't have plans to enslave all the Amazons.
R-r-ring.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
While it would be nice to say Kim had learned her lesson and stuck her
bottom out for a severe spanking, but that would not be true. Several times she
hesitated. Cathy wasted no time in forcing her to bend over by stomping on the
pedal. A blow on the rump with the wooden paddle taught Kim a lesson she
remembered for a few minutes. She was far from being the totally submissive
slave girl the Amazons wanted, but she had made great progress in one day.
"Okay, Kim. Do you want to be a slave girl?"
Who wouldn't after that punishment? Jingle, jingle, jingle.
The tall Amazon released her captive from the device.
"Clarissa, do you want to do the honors?"
Kim found herself on her knees before the Amazon, placing her throat in
the middle of the leather collar. In seconds, her status was the same as her
three friends. She was a slave girl. No one would come to her aid to end this
predicament. She was at the mercy of every man and free woman who met her.
"Now I want you to thank me for turning you into a slave."
Clarissa removed the ballgag from Kim's mouth. In seconds, the beautiful
brunette had her face between the Amazon's legs.
"Come on! Come on! I want to feel your tongue in my throat."
Since she would rather do anything than suffer through another spanking,
Kim obeyed as best she could. She looked up at the mistress, seeking some sign
that she was doing the job correctly. She was afraid she might end on the
spanking device again.
Cathy, though, had it reserved for someone else. Kim was only one of
four slave girls in that room. Why should she have all the fun?
Waving her hand back and forth, she got the attention of the Amazon Joan
was servicing. She pointed at the blonde and then the device.
The beautiful slave girl had her face between an Amazon's legs. She had
been licking, but when she heard Clarissa's order to Kim, she started poking her
tongue in as far as she could and wobbling it around. She wanted to please her
mistress so she would not end on that device.
Like she ever had a choice.
The Amazon pushed Joan's head back by placing the palm of her right hand
on the blonde's forehead. This action bent her head back with her mouth open so
the Amazon could easily pop the ballgag in her mouth. She shoved Joan's head
down, gripping it between her knees. This freed both hands so she could buckle
the ends of the strap together behind Joan's head.
"She's not doing a very good job. I think she needs some encouragement."
They dragged the blonde beauty to her feet and to the device. Joan faced
forward, staring down at Kim's bottom. The brunette's head moved up-and-down,
side-to-side as she worked hard to please her mistress.
"Do I need to strap you in?"
Joan shook her head. She had seen what happened to Kim.
"We'll make this voluntary. Step against the bar."
The Amazon brought the locking bar up and secured it with a pin so the
blonde could not move from that spot.
Cathy made an adjustment to the timer.
"I just turned the bell off. When you hear it click, you bend over.
Shake you head and titties to show you are ready. If you do a good job, I won't
use the wooden paddle on you."
Click!
The blonde bent over, her bottomcheeks pressing out against the shiny
material.
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
"Very well done. I'm glad you learned your lesson."
She reset the timer and moved back behind the blonde.
Click!
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
That was how the next ten minutes were spent.
Click!
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
Joan bottom burned from all the spankings, but she was too afraid to
disobey.
Click!
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!"
She was well on her way to becoming a good little slave girl when Cathy
sent her back to service the Amazons.
Karen was next. The paddle pounded against the beautiful brunette's
already sore fanny. Karen performed as Cathy wanted her to. Click! When she
heard the click of the timer, she bent over so her bottomcheeks exploded against
the silk miniskirt. Cathy waited until the former-coed shook her head and
titties to cause the bells to ring. Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Cathy took her time, adjusting her grip on the paddle. When she was
ready, and only then, she drew the paddle back.
Whap!
"Mmmmmfffffttttt!!"
So that was how time passed during the next hour. When the tall Amazon
was finished with Karen, it was Sue's turn. After that, she brought Kim back for
another session. This time the captive beauty offered no resistance. She did
exactly what Cathy demanded.
When the Amazon finished with her, she started over again. Each of the
four captives had the opportunity to prove just how submissive she was.
Cathy turned to Debbie and smiled.
"Now we begin with the next phase of their training."
They removed the slave girls one at a time. Joan was the third to leave
the room at the end of a leash. A short distance down the hall, the Amazon led
her into a room where four French Maids waited on their knees. Their hands were
cuffed in front of them so they had enough freedom to lift their titties so they
appeared to want to pop out of their low-cut necklines. They could not run off
easily as they were linked together at the collar by short chains.
"Okay, Slave Girls, get yourself motivated to work."
The fingers shot upwards a few centimeters. Now, fingertips played with
nipples that became hard with little effort.
The Amazon turned Janice around so she could watch the four. The blonde
stood with her feet half a meter apart. She hoped that would keep her from being
punished.
The kneeling slave girls stared at her crotch as their fingers caressed
their titties.
"We see that we get much better service when we have a highly-motivated
slave girl. Sometimes we use the whip, sometimes the tongue."
She removed the leash from Janice's collar.
"Okay, Slave Girls, playtime is over. On your feet."
The four staggered to their feet. Their hands did not leave their
titties. They were experienced slave girls so they did it with fluid movements.
Once she had the chain leashes removed, she signaled the four to begin work with
a snap of her fingers. She followed this up with a gesture toward the topless
slave girl.
They stripped Janice naked in seconds. Two French Maids drew the
blonde's arms over her head where they secured them to chains dangling down from
the ceiling. With Joan's arms out of the way, they easily fastened the black
satin corset about her waist.
As two Amazons did that, another two pulled sheer black stockings up her
legs. Once they had the corset zipped up in front, the two attached the tops of
the stockings to the straps dangling down. Once attached, they adjusted the
length of the straps.
They targeted the wrinkles next. Beginning at the blonde's ankles, they
drew their hands up Joan's legs. At the top they readjusted the length of the
straps. Perhaps there was a little slack still in the sheer dark material. They
repeated the process a second and then a third time.
As soon as they finished with that, they slipped her feet into black,
patent-leather sandals with fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels. One strap went
across the top of the foot, and another about the ankle. Joan could not remove
them without the use of her hands.
The two who had put the corset on her turned their attention to her
bondage. They freed her arms for the time it took to pull shoulder-length black
satin gloves up. The two had done this often before so it took only seconds, and
they were each down about the same time.
One French Maid held her arms behind her back with the wrists crossed.
The other looped a cord about them, cinched the first loops, and tied a square
knot. She then threaded the ends of the cord through a metal ring riveted to the
back of the corset. With her arms bound this way, they kept the blonde from
using her hands to protect her bottom.
The outerwear was next. A French Maid wrapped the red satin miniskirt
about her waist. The garment was short in the front so some of the blonde curls
at her crotch were visible. In back it was even shorter, so short that Joan's
bottomcheeks were visible.
The miniskirt was flared, but cut so it was straight in front. Sewn to
the hem every couple of centimeters was a dangling circular bell. When Joan
walked, her thighs would hit the miniskirt, causing the bells to ring. If she
moved quickly, other bells would ring also.
They next fastened a top about her body. The top complemented the bottom
in that it covered little and emphasized the size of her titties. A pair of red
satin demi-cups pushed up her titties, pressing them together. The nipples
peeked over the edge of the cups.
That red ball in her mouth matched her attire.
The mistress then reattached the end of a leash to Joan's collar.
"Come along, we have some people who want to meet you."
Joan was no hurry but had no choice in the matter. She was only a slave
girl. They had her bound and gagged and at the end of a leash. The woman exerted
only as much pressure on the leash as was needed to get the blonde to follow.
Once in the corridor, they turned right. Their destination was two doors down on
the left.
A dozen Amazons waited for them in the room. Kim and Sue had already
passed through this room though the blonde was unaware. Joan noticed them but
not Debbie standing in back. The Amazon leading the blonde slave girl stopped
her in the middle of the room by placing the fingertips of her left hand on the
captive's upper chest. Once she stopped, the Amazon removed the leash. Joan
would not run away.
"Kneel."
The blonde looked around, wondering if there was some other option.
Crack!
The switch struck her across the back of her right thigh.
Joan landed on her knees with a "thud" that caused some of the Amazons
to wince. Most rooms had carpeting to protect the knees of the slave girls when
they knelt. Still, Joan had landed hard, the bells about the hem ringing.
They were certain she had learned her lesson in the other room. She
would obey.
"Spread your knees so they are in the proper position."
The luscious captive shifted the position of her legs. With a skirt that
short, those standing before her could see her pussy. She did not care. Her only
concern was that they weren't spanking her.
"Now stand up."
With her arms bound securely behind her back, Joan had trouble
maintaining her balance. She fell over as they expected her to. An Amazon
prodded her with the toe of a boot. The blonde tried again. They thought she
might make it this time, but she fell over again. The third time she staggered
to her feet.
"Is that the proper way to position your feet?"
The blonde spread her legs as far apart as she could
"Now, kneel!"
The Amazon shouted the last word. Joan dropped to her knees. Quickly she
spread them apart.
"On your feet, Slave Girl."
The blonde staggered to her feet again.
"Do you know what your best asset is?"
The blonde nodded slowly. Every slave girl knew the answer to that
question.
"When anyone asks, you will show it. You will turn around, spread your
legs apart as wide as they are now, and bend over."
Debbie stepped in front of the blonde.
"Now show me your best asset."
(Several Amazons grimaced. Debbie was too close to see much. She might
act as a mistress, but she certainly did not act like a good one.)
Joan was unaware of any criticisms. She turned, spread her legs apart,
and bent over.
As the Amazons knew, Debbie had to step back to get a good look.
"Not bad, but I've seen better. If you want to avoid further punishment,
you had better show some spirit."
When she finished looking, she stepped forward to slap the blonde on her
sore fanny.
"Okay."
"Straighten up!"ordered an Amazon.
The blonde obeyed.
"Now show me your best asset."
The blonde bent over again.
"Straighten up and turn around, Slave Girl."
When the blonde had obeyed, the Amazon pinched a nipple.
"This what you are going to do. Every time someone walks behind you, you
will show off your best asset. Do you understand?"
The blonde nodded.
"If you don't, do you know what will happen to you?"
Slowly the blonde nodded.
"Don't you want to be a good little slave girl?"
The blonde nodded, more slowly than before.
The Amazon attached a leash to Joan's collar. Using it, she led the
beautiful slave girl from the room through another door. The others remained
behind. They wanted Joan to feel alone. She would face this by herself, without
her three roommates.
"This is your position," she said as she removed the leash. "Stand
facing the wall with your legs apart."
Joan stared at the wall as she heard the Amazon walk away. She fought
the temptation to turn and look but knew that would be a big mistake.
The room had two doors and though it was out of the way, Amazons
periodically passed through just to get Joan the chance to react. At the sounds
of footsteps, she bent forward, raising the short hem of the dress so the person
passing behind could see her pussy.
That was how the rest of the day went for the four roommates. They had
begun the day as coeds, and they ended it as slave girls. Could anything be more
fitting?
