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Chapter 93
Only Caroline knew who Laura was. Twice during the day, the Madison saw her without recognizing her. She was, after all, only another slave girl.
The wicked stepmother wanted to have some fun with her. She told Caroline to bring Laura to her room after dinner. The Amazon was not certain this was a good idea, but, after all, the beautiful brunette was no longer in any position to resist. If she rebelled, Caroline would simply have her punished.
The Amazon managed to stall her boss for a day. These things had to be worked out carefully. With the proper encouragement and training, she was certain she could get the captive beauty to do anything she wanted.
The first step was nose training. The other guards knew what Caroline meant. She did not have to say a word to them. She merely pointed to the kneeling slave girl, then to the tip of her nose.
The other guards, of course, did not recognize their employer’s haughty stepdaughter. All they saw was another slave girl who had to be nudged down the road to total submission.
The first step was to replace Laura’s ballgag with a leather gag. The ballgag was just as effective, but the slightly protruding rubber ball could cause problems. At a minimum it would be a distraction. The best way to handle distractions was to get rid of them.
The leather gag was a band of shiny black leather that tightly encircled the wearer’s head. Attached to the front was a leather bag that went into the captive’s mouth. This bag was filled with foam rubber so it was not too cumbersome for the wearer to have in her mouth. At the same time it was quite effective as a gag.
The ends buckled behind the head. Without thinking, the guard fastened a small padlock over each buckle. That gag was not coming off without permission.
The guard then stripped from the waist down. Sitting in a chair before the kneeling captive, she wiggled the index finger of her right hand to indicate that Laura should crawl forward.
The evil stepdaughter assumed the worse. (In this case, she was right.) Still, she had no choice other than to obey.
The guard grabbed her by the head, bending it back so the slave girl had no choice other than to look in her eyes.
“Use your nose to make me come.”
Sure Laura would have protested if the gag were not in her mouth. She felt the tight band of leather about her head and had heard the clicks of the locks being secured. She knew she would not protest. If she tried, she would be punished.
She extended her body forward so she could place her face in the woman’s pussy. Using her head and upper body, she rubbed her nose up and down until the woman came.
Once was not enough as the evil stepdaughter quickly learned. The guard forced her to cause half a dozen orgasms but allowing her to stop.
“On your feet. Turn around. Assume the position.”
Laura was worried that the guard intended to punish her for doing a poor job. That was not her intent though. It was easy enough to beat a slave girl to force her to do what you wanted.
The key was to make her want to do it.
With her left hand, the guard grabbed a fistful of the captive’s long, dark tresses. She pulled back as she pressed her fist on Laura’s upper back. All the beautiful captive could do was maintaining that position with her head back so she stared straight ahead.
The guard’s right hand went between her legs. Two fingers went into her pussy. In seconds she had the beautiful captive writhing her pleasure. Laura’s orgasm came quickly.
“Turn around and kneel. Next!”
That was how Laura spent the rest of the day, and much of the night. Just when she though she was done, the first guard would come back for a second helping of her nose. At night, a guard brought some of her friends over. Laura’s cute little nose became the number one entertainment attraction in town.
Laura was not too bright, but she was not stupid either. She knew what all this was leading to. She tried to think of a way to stop her training, but no plan had the slightest chance of success. She was out of her element here, and the whipmistresses had much training. They knew how to make her obey.
She resolved she would tell Caroline about them once this ordeal was done. No, she would get them all fired, including Caroline.
Maybe she could talk to a lawyer about some legal loophole in the law that would turn them all into slave girls. She could do to them what they were making her do to them.
The evil stepdaughter thought this training and degradation was being done without Caroline’s knowledge. She thought that since she was just another slave girl in the house, they were treating her as they would any other slave girl. It was just her and a number of mistresses and guards who wanted to have fun.
Notably missing from all this was Carolina and Madison. The Amazon wanted Laura to think that the two of them had nothing to do with this. Caroline reinforced this idea, with her remarks to Laura the next day.
“Your stepmother thinks you should be doing more than just wearing a skimpy outfit and cleaning rooms.” Laura still thought (in error), that neither Caroline nor Madison knew what had happened to her. She thought the whipmistress and her wicked stepmother were still doing what they said.
The beautiful brunette followed Caroline through the house wearing what was becoming her standard outfit. All she had on was a garter belt, stockings and high heels. She was only a slave girl. She had no reason to wear anything else.
She knelt before her wicked stepmother with her head down.
“Didn’t she get any training?” Madison asked in extreme sarcasm. “I thought the whole idea behind this was to teach her discipline and obedience.”
“Apparently not. Or she is a slow learner. Spread your legs apart.”
The beautiful brunette moved her legs apart a centimeter at a time. She had not assumed the proper slave girl position because no one had taught it to her.
Caroline looked down as she moved her legs. She knew that in this position she was offering her body to her stepmother.
Madison leaned forward so she could grab the beautiful brunette’s head with both hands.
“I guess Caroline was correct. You haven’t been trained. You need a good dose of training right now.”
“What do you want to do to her?”
Laura’s head jerk up at that statement from the whipmistress. She had been brought here for some ulterior motive. She wondered what they intended to do to her.
“Laura, you have a reputation for being a rather loose young woman. That is why we are disappointed in you. We are going to keep the opportunity to show us just how much you want to correct your behavior.”
Madison picked up hourglass that she set on a small table next to the chair.
“On your feet, Bitch.”
Laura’s eyes opened wide at the way her stepmother spoke her. She was not used to being talked to this way, but then again never before been bound and dressed as a slave girl. As Caroline had taught her, she staggered to her feet.
“Adjust the handcuffs.”
Caroline removed a cuff from one wrist, but immediately pulled Laura’s arms before her body so she could reattach the handcuff in front.
As soon as that was done, Madison held up hourglass so the captive could see it. The bases were dark brown wood with six metal rods holding the bases against the glass. The hourglass itself seemed quite large with a huge amount of sand in it, but she had no idea how big the opening was.
“What you are going to do is playing with yourself until you come. I am going to time you. If you do not come by the time the sands run out of this hourglass, I am going to spank you. Are you ready to begin?”
Had she not had been wearing the gag, Laura’s mouth would have opened in astonishment. As it was, her eyes just grew wide. She could not believe that her stepmother was ordering her to do this.
“Begin.”
Madison placed the hourglass upside down on the table. The sand began to run from the upper chamber to the lower. For the first few seconds Laura was too stunned to react. Slowly she moved to her hands down to her crotch to begin playing with herself. She raised her head to look at the hourglass. Despite its size, the sand was rapidly running from the upper chamber.
She rubbed her fingers up and down slowly. It felt good. She had done this before in private, but never before an audience like this. And never before on demand. The hourglass emptied before she was came.
“Put the handcuffs on her”
As soon as Caroline had done that, she pushed the captive forward. The evil stepmother spun her about and pulled her across her lap. The highest part of Laura’s body was now her bare bottom.
“I once you to get this punishment, you will promise to be a good little girl in the future.”
With that she began to slap at the bottom cheeks.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Do you promise to be a good little girl?”
The captive beauty nodded.
“I can’t hear you.”
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The blows came harder and faster as Madison moved from one cheek to the other. Laura had never been treated this way. She reacted by trying to scream through the gag as she kicked her legs wildly. This was all to no avail. The blows fell as long as her wicked stepmother wanted to beat her bottom.
When she was finished, she pushed the helpless captive to the floor.
“Now that you know that I mean business, we can start again. Get on your feet with your hands on your hips.”
As soon as the beautiful brunette assumed the desired position, Madison turned the hourglass upside down and placed it on the table.
“Begin again.”
Laura began playing with herself, this time with much more enthusiasm. Her fingers moved up-and-down as she imagined it was a woman’s tongue. More than that, she imaged it was Madison’s tongue licking her pussy. She felt herself coming when she heard Madison cry out “Time! Stop!” She wanted to continue playing with herself until she came but she was afraid of what Madison would do to her if she disobeyed.
Once again she found herself over her wicked stepmother’s lap. This time the spanking was twice as long. She continued to cry through the dead and keep her legs wildly.
“Let’s begin again.”
Laura was sobbing by the time she started. This time she achieved an orgasm.
“That was pretty good. Now see if you can do it again”
Madison turned the hourglass upside down. Only half the sands had run out when the beautiful brunette came time this.
“Put your hands on your hips until the sands are through.”
When the sands had run out, Madison turned it over so Laura could start again. The quicker she came, the longer she had to wait until she could work on the next orgasm. Her arms and hands were shaking. She so much wanted to move her hands from her hips to her pussy, but she knew her evil stepmother would have no qualms about punishing her if she did.
“She is a little slut.”
Laura stood with her hands on her hips while her wicked stepmother and the family whipmistress discussed her ability to come quickly. She hoped Madison would force her to make herself come again.
Instead of continuing at his game, the whipmistress pulled her hands behind her back to lock them there. With a leash to her collar, the evil stepdaughter looked the same as any other slave girl. The whipmistress tugged twice on the leash, indicating she should follow her downstairs.
Her life as a slave girl continued with a major change.
The beautiful brunette knelt before the Amazon who held her by the chin.
“I’ve been looking after you since you first put on the collar. That is going to change now. You are on your own until the reception is over.”
That was an outright lie of course. Caroline had no intention of allowing Laura’s submission to be random. She would orchestrate her gradual submission as before, only the brunette would not know that.
As a pampered princess, Laura had been used to sleeping at least until noon. The she was used to a life of luxury. She was in for a shock when they got her up before sunrise. She was a slave girl. She had to do to work.
She was fed the usual slave gruel. After allowing her to go to the bathroom under close supervision, she was prepared to do her first task of the day.
She wore a black lace the garter belt to hold up her sheer black stockings. She wore no other clothing except for the shocking pink high-heeled sandals with the fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels. She was only a slave girl so she needed to wear nothing else.
She was glad when they removed the handcuffs from her wrists, but she was in for another shock. One man held her hands together behind her back, while another pulled a singleglove up her arms. It took only minute to get the leather bondage device on her. While one man stood before her holding it up by reaching around her body, the other tightened the laces that pulled the flaps together. To the captive, it seemed that he had drawn it as tight as he could as he fastened it in place with a square knot on top. He then pulled straps over her shoulders. In order for him to fasten them under opposite arm, the man standing before her turned her to the side. The man behind her fastened the end of the strap to buckle on the singleglove. As soon as he was done, the man spun her about so he could fasten the strap on the other side. With both straps buckled, the beautiful brunette was helpless.
They were not done putting the singleglove on her. The man behind her grabbed a small steel rod that he inserted where the lacings crossed on the bottom. When he gave it a twist, the leather edges came closer together. He pulled the rod out, but inserted it when the lacing crossed immediately above.
He continued this from the bottom to the top, creating almost eight centimeters of slack in the ends. The leather was drawn into a tighter cylinder, drawing her arms tighter together.
He retied the knot at the top, but he was not done. He inserted the rod at the bottom again and worked his way up.
One man took her to the main room. She was tethered to a wall along with three other slave girls.
During her short tenure as a slave girl, Laura had learned the proper way to behave. She stood with her feet spread a little wider than her shoulders. She bent forward a little so anyone standing behind her could easily see her pussy. She stared at the wall centimeters in front of her face.
The men came along and fastened canvas bags over the singleglove her shoulders. She had no idea what this was for. This was not some sort of bondage device and it certainly was not an erotic outfit. It was just a canvas bag.
About ten minutes later she heard movement behind her. She wanted to glance over her right shoulder to see what was going on behind her, but she knew her long hair was in the way. She knew it was best just to stare at the wall before. Finally they came to her. She saw an arm reach over her left shoulder to unhook her leash from the wall. As soon as that was done, someone tugged on it to get her to turn to the left. The slave girl who had been standing with her left now stood facing the doorway. The man pushed that slave girl’s hair aside to get at the ring on the back of her collar. He attached the end of Laura’s leash to the collar.
The beautiful brunette was now part of a coffle. She had no idea what was next, but she knew she was not going to like it.
The coffle started forward. As the slave girl before her began walking, Laura had no choice but to follow. Slowly the line of beautiful slave girls moved toward the door and then through it. It turned right and started up toward the street. Laura had been outside before, so she was not completely terrified. She just wondered what they were doing.
At the street they turned left. They continued forward for several blocks until they reached the market.
Laura once again found herself tethered to a ring on the wall. The five slave girls stood with their backs toward the street.
Gradually it dawned on her what was happening to her. They had turned her into a beast of burden. The cook was out buying food. Her job was to help carry the purchases back. She had no say in what was going on. Her only duty was to carry the goods.
She was a slave girl. She could not expect a free person to carry something while there was a slave girl or two available to do it for them.
When the bags were full, they turned the slave girls about. Laura had them last line, now she became the first. One guard held her leash while another tethered the next slave for her collar and so on down the line. In just a couple minutes, all by were chained together into a coffle.
A tug on the leash told her to walk forward. She stumbled forward in those high heels, hoping to get home without anyone recognizing her. She could not imagine what Caroline could do to her that was worse than this.
She was about find out.
Madison summoned the whipmistress. She wanted to find out what the Amazon intended to do to her wicked stepdaughter. She thought she was running this escapade so she was upset that Caroline had not kept her informed.
“The staff thinks she is a new slave girl. I have given instructions for her training to take the next step.”
“What is that?”
“They will teach her the true meaning of being a slave girl.”
“I have never seen this done before. Can I watch?”
The mistress knew that the young woman had not gotten around much. It was a common practice used to humiliate the slave girls.
“Come along and be silent. Don’t let her know who you are.”
The beautiful brunette stood spreadeagle in the training room wearing the usual garter belt, stockings and high heels.
She wore a ballgag, and more importantly, a blindfold. She could not see what was about to be done to her, or who was doing it.
The whipmistress motioned for Madison to sit in a chair set a couple meters to the side. Not only could people torment the helpless beauty, they could watch while others did it.
The helpless captive knew from the sounds that someone was in the room with her. (She thought there was only one person. She had not heard Madison come in after Caroline.) She had been poke, prodded and spanked since they bound her this way. She tensed her whole body at the thought of more pain.
That was not what Caroline intended.
She placed both hands on Laura’s hips before bending over. She planted her mouth on the brunette’s left tittie and played with the nipple with her tongue.
A common torment of slave girls was to arouse them by sucking on their nipples, but not to allow them to common.
At first the bound beauty felt humiliated by this oral manipulation. Gradually the excitement got the better of her. She writhed about as she became more aroused.
Caroline shifted her attention to the left nipple. After she started to lick, she let her hands slid down across the captive’s flat belly toward her crotch. Once there, she rubbed them up and down the thighs.
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
Laura wanted her to play with her pussy – to make her come, but the Amazon had no intention of doing that. She was going to get the beautiful little slave girl aroused. Then she was going to stop.
The buxom brunette wiggled her hips about to try to get her pussy under the woman’s hands but could not.
Caroline finally gave Madison a chance to torment the captive.
The blonde almost had her mouth on Laura’s left nipple when she stopped. She opened her mouth as she leaned forward. The pointed nipple passed between her lips. She bit down, not enough to hurt, but enough to get a good grip on it. She then pulled her head back, pulling the nipple with her. When she let go, she licked the crown of the tittie.
She then turned her attention to the other supple mound.
Caroline gave her twice as long as she had had to play with Laura. She stepped beside her to get her attention then motioned that they should leave the room.
“What is next?” her boss asked once the door was closed so Laura could not hear them.
“This evening Laura gets her hair done.”
“But she had such beautiful hair! Why are you – oh! You aren’t talking about that hair.”
No, she was not talking about the hair on her head.
Laura wondered what new torment was in store for her when they took her to a training room after she had fed. In the center of the room there was a table. The guard nearly tethered her to a ring inside the room and left. The young woman could only stand there and wonder and worried what would happen next.
One of Caroline’s assistants entered a couple minutes later.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
She did not recognize the slave girl before her as her employer’s daughter.
As she said that, there was mistress reached up to cup Burnett’s left tittie with her hand.
She used the leash to lead her to the table, stepping around it so she was on one side and the luscious slave girl was on the other.
“Lay on sit on the edge.”
She removed the handcuffs from the slave girl. Before Laura could do anything, she placed a hand against her upper chest and pushed backwards, forcing the beautiful brunette to play with her back on the table. The one hand holding her down, she pulled one end of the strap about. Reaching across the brunette’s body, she grabbed the other strap pulled together. Working the working end through the bar, she gave a sharp pull that removed all slack from the strap. This forced Laura’s back against the surface of the table.
The whipmistress then pulled the young woman’s right hand down under the side of the table. She held it there with a leather cuff that was at the end of a strap. When she had bound both arms under the tabletop, she grabbed Laura’s left leg, drawing it up and back. She fastened a leather strap about her thigh near the knee. When the she fastened another strap the same way, she had the brunette’s legs spread far apart.
“Isn’t that a beautiful sight?”
She had an unobstructed view of the captive’s pussy. Laura was afraid of what she was going to do her in this position, but whatever she thought was completely wrong.
“ Would say that is the perfect pussy for a slave.””
She crossed he room to grab the chair and toolkit. She then moved back down to where she had been standing a second before. Placing the chair at the foot of the table, only a fraction of a meter from the beautiful woman’s available pussy, she sat down to open the toolkit.
Of course, Laura had no idea what was going on. She tried to raise her head to see, but discovered her huge titties were blocking her view. Since the woman was distracted doing something to her crotch, she used this opportunity to test her bondage. Her wrists were securely bound in the tape. She tried to raise her body about but discovered that there was no slack.
She would remain bound there until they decided to free her.
“We begin be a little water.”
The slave girl heard the sound of a little being poured. There were other sounds, but she could not make them out. Then she felt a tugging on her pubic hair. Not knowing what was going on was worse than seeing it.
The whipmistress had been using a straight razor. She then switched to a small comb and a pair of scissors. She began turning the brunette’s pubic hair so it was all the same length. When she was done, she ran the comb through the pubic hair to insure it was all the same length.
She then used bleach on the hair.
“I always find it works best to remove all color first,” she said to the helpless slave girl who did not know what she was talking about.
When the woman finished with the bleach, she applied the red dye, going on the fine hair in the slave girl’s crotch again and again until she had the proper hue.
She then brought the captive to her feet, locking her hands behind her back again.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked when she had Laura in front of a mirror.
The beautiful brunette’s eyes opened wide.
The woman had turned her pubic hair into a bright red heart, the bottom part pointing at her pussy.
“Let’s go out so you can show it off.”
For a moment, she forgot her training. She did not want anyone to see this. This was even more humiliating than going about in public as a slave girl.
She had no choice though. A double tug on the leash warned her to obey. Her training as a slave girl kicked in.
Laura followed at the end of the leash. She could not believe things could get any worse.
But we know better, don’t we?
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