Slave Girls in Bondage

Slave Girls in Bondage

 

Chapter 88

 

 

����������� �Kneel here, facing in that direction with your face against your knees and your hands behind your back.�
����������� Peggy lowered one knee to the floor, then the other, as Canjac stepped past her to get to the door.� She only had time to assume the desired position before he returned.� It did not take him long as he had prepared for this date.� She heard the sound of something landing on the floor.� It was not a loud sound but it indicated something of some weight nonetheless.

����������� This sound, of course, was that of several lengths of rope hitting the floor.� Canjac had the evening planned out.

����������� Choosing a shorter piece, he tied the beautiful brunette�s hands behind her back palm to palm, making four loops and cinching them before tying a knot.� With this, Peggy was helplessly bound.� She did not have to try to escape to know that.� She knew from experience that when Canjac bound her, she remained bound.

����������� Of course, she did not want to escape.

����������� The next rope he chose was a little longer.� He used it to tie her upper arms together.� More than just tying them together, he pulled the elbows together.� He knelt, his right knee on the floor and his left on the brunette�s left arm to keep it pinned against her back.� He pulled on both ends at the same time, gradually drawing his captive�s elbows together until they touched.� Again, he cinched the loops before tying a knot.

����������� This was an awkward position, and quite painful to a woman not used to being bound.

����������� Peggy had no problem, taking this bondage in stride.

����������� The next rope was considerably longer as it encircled her upper arms and body.� After making three passes above Peggy�s large titties, he made three more passes below them.� He then tucked one end of the rope under the brunette�s left arm.� He repeated the process to cinch those first three loops.� Moving to Peggy�s other side, he repeated the process.� Once he had those loops cinched, he pulled the ends of the rope behind his captive�s back.� He had not tied knots when he cinched the loops under her arms.� These cinches though had pulled all slack from those first three loops, pinning the captive�s upper arms securely against her body.

����������� The next rope was much shorter than the one he had just used but longer than the first two.� He tied one end to Peggy�s bound wrists before looping it around her slender waist.� When the working end was back at the brunette�s wrists, he passed the rope between them, then brought it back around her body.� When tied the end to her wrists, the captive could not move her hands from her waist.

����������� He drew her body upright to he had access to the top of her thighs.� He passed a rope about Peggy�s left thigh and shin.� He tied the ends together without cinching the loops.� He repeated the process with her right leg.

����������� He left her there momentarily while he sought a new gag.� He returned within a minute with a dildo harness gag.

����������� Of course, there was more to it than just a gag and a bunch of leather strap about her head.

����������� He loosened the strap so he could pull the rubber ball from her mouth.� He did not pull it free until he had the dildo ready in his hand.� The rubber ball came out; the dildo slid in.� Peggy not no time to even think about not having the gag in her mouth before he had a new one insuring her silence.

����������� Straps encircled her head, as they did with all harness gags.� This harness gag though had a metal rod secured to a strap on each side of her head.� The dildo was fastened to another rod that was fastened to the first rod.� Canjac buckled the various straps tight before checking the dildo to insure that it would slide in and out of her mouth easily.

����������� He next slid a leather strap about her chest just below those round, jutting titties.� Another strap encircled her waist.� The strap buckled in front where she could not get at the buckle to remove the strap.� Secured to the strap at her back was a large metal ring.

����������� �I want you face down on the floor.�

����������� She could not do that without falling down and probably hurting herself so he helped her.� As he gave her the order, he grabbed her by the upper arms.� While it would have been far easier for her to fall first on her side and then roll on her front, he lifted her body as he pulled forward.� Keeping a firm grip on her arms, he let her down on the floor.� She ended up in the desired position without hurting herself.

����������� He stepped around her to admire his handiwork so far.� The position he had bound her in could be described as a �hogtie,� though her legs were not bound to each other.

����������� He corrected that next.� Tying a heavy cord to her left ankle, he raised that knee in the air so the left foot moved close to her bound hands.� He slid his knee under her leg to keep her in that position as he threaded the working end of the cord between her arms.� Letting go of the cord, he raised her right leg in the air, so its angle matched that of her left.� Using his other knee, he propped it up so he could tie the end of the cord to it.

����������� As he scooted back, pulling his legs out from under her, the distributaries of her weight changed.� She rocked back, her shoulders rising half a centimeter in the air.

����������� This was an uncomfortable position in which to be bound.� It was about to become a lot worse for the beautiful brunette.

����������� He returned to the wall behind the door. When the door was open, it kept Peggy from seeing a windlass on the wall when she entered the room.� The working end of the chain ran to a pulley overhead where the wall and ceiling met.� From there it continued across the ceiling to another pulley immediately over her head.� In that position she could see nothing, but from the metallic clanking, she guessed he was lowering a chain toward her body.

����������� When the end of the chain was half a dozen centimeters above her back, he stopped the windlass, sticking a large cotter pin through a hole in the device to lock it in position.

The next item he needed was outside.� He opened to the door to grab a bar leaning against the wall.� He placed it there when he returned with the gag harness.� He left it outside so Peggy would not have any hints about what he intended to do to her.� That was part of the fun.

����������� Rings extended from both ends of the bar.� He locked one end to the ring on the strap at her upper back, and the other end to the ring on the strap at her waist.

����������� That rod had one more ring on it, right in the middle of its length.� He locked the last link of the chain to that ring.�

����������� He was almost finished, almost, but not quite.� One more short length of chain ran from the bottom link to a ring on the gag harness.� He first pulled the dildo as far from her mouth as he could get it to go.� Then, raising her head, he attached the end of the last chain to the ring on the head harness.

����������� He was almost done now.� All he had to do was turn the windlass to shorten the chain.� As it clanked through the two pulleys and down to the drum where he turned, the chain drew Peggy�s body in the air.� He stropped when she was at the correct height above the floor.

����������� With her legs bound spread, Peggy could do nothing to stop any man from taking advantage of her.� (Like she would object.)�

����������� Canjac dropped his trousers and went to work.� Because she was suspended by only one chain, her body slowly rotated to his left.� He grabbed her by the shins to rotate her back into the correct position.

He held her by the hips, but her body was not stationary.� With each thrust of his hips, her body moved forward.� With the movement forward, the apparatus on the head harness flexed, causing the dildo gag to slide into her mouth.� As her body rocked back, the dildo slid out.

����������� In and out.� In and out.� The faster Canjac worked, the faster the dildo worked in and out of her mouth.

����������� Now Peggy knew that this type of harness was used to train slave girls to enjoy sucking cock, but she did not mind.� She enjoyed being helpless so she had endured whatever Canjac wanted her to do.� That included learning to suck cock.�

����������� Mainly, she did not object because the right bondage had aroused her, and the constant battering of her pussy caused her to come quickly and often.� Her tongue and lips eager sought the shaft in her mouth.

����������� Since this required minimal effort on his part, Canjac could have kept it up all night if he needed to.� He did not need to though.� A couple hours after he began, he stopped.� He still had not come.

����������� The same could not be said for Peggy.� Merely being bound aroused her.� The hammering at her pussy had driven her from one quick orgasm to another.

����������� Peggy was almost unconscious, exhausted by one orgasm after another.� They had grown in intensity with their frequency.� She did not want him to stop, but she was too exhausted to protest.

����������� As eluded to earlier, Canjac had bound the lovely brunette so she could do nothing to stop any man from using her.� He was not that magnanimous though.� When he left her, he closed and locked the door behind him.

����������� That pussy belonged to him alone the night.

����������� He returned to the two leather clad captives who remained in the same position they had been in when he left them.

����������� If anything, their nipples were harder and appeared ready to explode off their titties.

����������� He had no left them alone.� He did not want them to hurt themselves or to have too much fun.� No, there was no need for a guard as neither captive had the slightest chance of escaping.

����������� �I want to start with the shorter of the two.� I�ll get some help.�

����������� In a couple minutes he returned with two men from the night staff.� Breaking women into obedient little slave girls was a round the clock operation.� They would be slaves 24 hours per day, so they had to watch and train them 24 hours a day.

����������� They freed the shorter of the two captives so they could drag her from the room.� She wanted to try to resist, but there was little she could do.� That leather slave hood not only cut off all sight, it cut off all sounds.� She had no idea where she was or what was going on.

����������� Not that knowing what was about to happen would not have helped her in any way.

����������� They had removed one captive.� That left one naked captive alone in the first room.� Of course, since she wore a slave hood identical to her companion, she had no idea that there had been two of them in that room.� She now was unaware that she was now alone.

����������� They took the first captive to a room that Canjac had decorated to look like an office.� He had a large wood desk behind which he sat in a leather, wingback chair.� On the wall across from the desk there was a bookshelf.� The lower three shelves were filled with books.� The fourth shelf was empty but the books for it were stacked up on the floor nearby.

����������� No, it is not quite right to say that it was a fourth shelf.� The other three shelves were supported on both sides by vertical piece projecting out from the back.� Each shelf had a vertical piece on each end that rose high enough to support books on it.�

The fourth shelf was a little different.� On the left, the far side, it had the same support as the other three shelves.� The near side had no support, and the end of the shelf rested on the books of the shelf below.

����������� As Canjac sat in a chair behind the desk, his men forced the captive to her knees before the desk.� With a wave of his hand, he signaled them to remove the slave hood.

����������� Beneath all that constricting leather, appeared the beautiful face of Danielle.

����������� �Mmmmmffffftttt.�

����������� �I�m sorry Danielle, but it really is not your place to protest.� Don�t the Amazons have a saying:� �Any woman who allows herself to be bound and gagged deserves to be a slave girl?��

����������� �Mmmmmffffftttt.�

����������� �You don�t have a collar on now, but I�m certain that before long you will be begging for one.�

����������� �Mmmmmffffftttt.�

����������� �Perhaps begging is not the right word as you will still have a gag in your mouth.�

����������� �Mmmmmffffftttt.�

����������� �I have something that is really suited toward your talents.�

����������� As he rose from the chair, two men grabbed the beautiful captive by the upper arms.� They dragged her across the room toward the bookcase.� The beautiful brunette never really regained her feet so they had no trouble forcing her to her knees at the end.� Canjac had raised the end of the fourth shelf and was waiting.

����������� As they pushed her head forward, Danielle saw the end of the board was curved to accommodate a woman�s neck.� A strap dangled down from the back of the board.� The Amazon tried to resist, but bound as she was, that was impossible.� They pushed her head forward until they had her throat pressed against the curved end of the wood.� One man grabbed her head tightly with both hands, allowing the other to pull the leather strap about the back of her neck.� The end of the strap had a hook riveted to the end.� The man slipped it through an eyebolt screwed into the front part of the board.� Danielle�s body would serve as the prop for the fourth shelf on that end.

����������� It was about to become a lot worse for her.

����������� They pushed her body forward until they had it in the correct position.� At the end of the vertical board half a meter above the floor there was another eyebolt screwed in.� They hooked one end of a light chain to the ring, ran it around Danielle�s right hip, between her legs and up to the ring again.� The man threaded it through the circle of steel.� He then passed it about Danielle�s left hip, between her legs and up to the ring.� A lock secured one link to the ring.

����������� Danielle could not move about.� Since the bookcase was bolted to the floor, she was not going anyplace.

����������� The position was awkward.� If she were allowed to kneel upright, her weight would have rested on her knees.� If she had been allowed to sit back, her weight would have rested on thighs.� As it was, her bottom was several centimeters above her calves.

����������� Canjac knew she would not like this position at all.

����������� Yes, things continued to get worse.

����������� Canjac proceeded to stack the books on the shelf.� When he put the last one in, the book on the end was pressed tightly against the woman�s beautiful face.

����������� �Since you don�t have any other skills, I guess you will have to serve as a bookend.�� He patted her on the head.� �Have fun.� I will come for you.� Eventually.� Just try to do the best job your can.�

����������� As soon as she heard the door close, Danielle began to struggle with her bondage.� Well, we all know there was no way she was ever going to get out of the singleglove.� He had her bound in such a way that she could not knock the books off the shelf.

����������� All she could do was remain there, her beautiful face relegated to the role of bookend.

����������� �We�ll give her an hour.� Then we will see if she likes it.

����������� While he waited, Canjac returned to Peggy.� This helpless brunette could do nothing but suck on the dildo in her mouth as she purred contentedly.

����������� �Are you having fun?�
����������� As she said that, his right hand slipped along the bare flesh of her bottom.

����������� �Mmmmmffffftttt!� Mmmmmffffftttt!�

����������� What?� You�ve never heard a gagged woman begged to be used?

����������� Canjac grabbed her by the left thigh so he could swivel her body left and right.� The dildo slid in and out of her mouth.

����������� (Slobber.� Slobber.� Slobber.)

����������� �You do enjoy that, don�t you?�

����������� With her head bound as it was, she could not nod her head.� Her mouth was too busy sucking on the dildo to make an audible reply.

����������� Without a word, Canjac left.

����������� �Mmmmmffffftttt!�

����������� We all know what that meant, don�t we?�

����������� Canjac entered the room 58 minutes after he left.� There was no need to be exact.� Enslaving a beautiful woman was not a precise science.� It was the end result that mattered.

����������� �Good girl, Danielle.� I knew you could do it. Good girl.�� As he said that he patted her on the head.

����������� As he stepped away, his men began to free the naked captive.

����������� �Since you have done such a good job, we all agree that you deserve a reward.�

����������� The men pulled the beautiful captive to her feet.� That position was a strain on her legs so she had trouble standing, and she certainly was in no position to resist when they pulled her legs apart to tie one ankle to a ring on the floor to the right and another to the ring on the left.� Danielle had to stand with her legs spread.

����������� Canjac was busy lowering a chain from the ceiling.� They forced the beautiful brunette to bend over so the end of the single glove was in the air.�� They attached the ring at the end of the single glove to the bottom link of the chain.

����������� �Are you ready to be reward?�

����������� There was nothing Danielle could do at that point.� She certainly had nothing to do to get ready.� With her bottom sticking out, she was in the perfect position to be fucked.

����������� He reaction to the man using her was at best tepid, but eventually she came.�

����������� They pulled her hands further into the air so they could free the singleglove from the chain, allowing their naked captive to stand upright.

����������� �Next order of business is back into the slave hood for another twelve hours.�

����������� He had no intention of putting her in that bondage device for twelve hours, but she did not know that.� As far as she could tell, she could have been in it for three days already.

����������� And she did not want more.

����������� �Mmmmmfffffftttttt!!�

����������� She shook her head vigorously.

����������� �You don�t like this hood, do you?�

����������� Another shake of the head.

����������� �I�ll give you a choice.� You can be fucked by another man, or wear the hood.� If your choice is to be fucked, assume the position.�

����������� The brunette pleaded with him using only her eyes.� They did not good so she bent over, her ass sticking out, her head back so she could only look ahead of her.� They had not freed her ankles, she her legs were already spread.

����������� This orgasm came faster.

����������� Slowly Danielle straightened up, unsure if she had to do more to avoid the slave hood.

����������� �Free her legs,� Canjac ordered as he crossed the room to a cupboard.� He returned with a little bell.

����������� Tingletingletingle.

����������� �When I ring the bell, you assume the position.�� He paused as he picked up the slave hood.� �Or you wear this.�

����������� Tignletingletingle.

����������� The beautiful brunette moved her legs apart and bent over.� She wondered if someone intended on using her.� She was glad when she felt hands on her hips.� She came even faster than before.

����������� �When I ring the bell, assume the position and count to ten.� If no one has rewarded you for you good behavior by then, you can straighten up.� However, you may not turn to look behind you.�

����������� Canjac slowly counted to �five� before ringing the bell.� The beautiful brunette bent over.� Sure it was degrading, but it was better than going back into that helmet for some long period.

����������� Canjac counted along with her.� He was only at �eight� when she straightened up.� He had not specified any pace at counting.

����������� �Not bad, but there is always room for improvement.� Count slower next time.�

����������� He rang it again.� She bent over without hesitation.� This time he made it to �twelve� before she straightened up.

����������� �Good.� Good.� Let�s play at this for a while.� You can think what you really want me to do to you.�

����������� It did not take long for Danielle to react instinctively when he rang the bell.�

����������� While they played at that game, Peggy continued to suck on the dildo in her mouth while she wished Canjac would return to fuck her some more.� The other hooded captive remained where they had left her with the dildo teasing her pussy.

����������� While these two captives suffered through the frustration of having someone else decide whether they were permitted to come, Danielle�s training progressing nicely.

����������� Canjac put his arm about the captive�s neck, his hand cupping her chin.� By exerting little pressure, he forced her to look up at him.

����������� �Now, the choice is your � do you want to go back into the slave hood?�� She shook her head as best she could.� �If you are going to go around offering your pussy to men, you have to wear something a little more appropriate.� Do you agree to that?�

����������� She paused for a few seconds.� He sensed her nod more than he saw it.

����������� He took her to another room where two French Maids were ready to dress her.� Canjac had already known what her answer would be.� She had no choice at all.

����������� The tethering chains in the room where designed to be attached to a slave girl.� Since Danielle did not wear a slave collar (yet) they had to make alternations.� The end of one chain passed before her throat and was fastened to a link o\in the other chain.� The end of that chain passed behind the back of her neck and was fastened to a link in the first chain.

����������� The net result was that the beautiful captive was secured in a ring of chains that allowed her little movement at all.

����������� While they dressed his new plaything, he returned to the other captive.

����������� �Increase the setting to an �eight.�� Let her come a few times.� That will make her much more pliable.�

����������� The man adjusted the height of the dildo so the tip was now inside the captive�s pussy.� If she squirmed enough, she could cause herself to come.� Once she had done that, she could not help but come again and again until they removed the dildo.

����������� What can we say about Danielle�s outfit that we haven�t said before?� Two small triangles of sating covered her titties.� Her midriff was bare.� The short flared skirt barely covered her pussy in front and was two or three centimeters shorter in back.� The high-heeled sandals had 15-centimeter stiletto heels.� She could get around, but not very quickly.

����������� �I suppose you would like to wear some panties?�

����������� She nodded, a little quicker than she had the other times.

����������� �I have these for you.�

����������� They were black satin so they would clash very nicely with the pink.

����������� Did I forget to mention they were crotchless?

����������� �Of course, we have to let everyone know exactly what you are offering��

����������� He turned them around so she could see the white lettering that would be on her bottom.� �Fuck me� on each cheek with a pair of arrows pointing at an angle down.� When she bent over, the message would be visible and the arrows would be pointing toward her pussy.

����������� �Lift you left leg so I can get them on you.�

����������� Now only did she have to wear them, she had to help get them on.

����������� �Now, show me what you have to offer.�

����������� Danielle turned around, spread her legs apart, and bent over.

����������� Canjac had to smile.� He doubted she would refuse when he offered her a slave collar but that could wait.� He wanted to toy with her until he was certain she would do everything he wanted.