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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 95
Dressed in the outfit of a French maid, Laura learned how to clean various rooms of the house. It did not take her long to discover that if she was too slow, or did not do a good job, she would be punished. She learned the hard way. Her bottom was almost as red as her pubic hair from the numerous spankings she received.
When she finished cleaning a room, she tethered herself to a ring on the wall. The tether chain would keep her from wandering off. Caroline advised her that was for her protection. Next, she locked her own hands behind her back with a pair of handcuffs. The tether chain had no locks, but as long as she did not have use of her hands, she could get to it.
A whipmistress or guard inspected the room when she finished cleaning it. Regardless of how well she worked, she could expect to be punished. The inspector would take her down to the slave girl quarters and secure her to a spanking bar. Bent over, anyone could see her panties. She had no idea how long she would have to wait until she got her just reward.
When she was certain that no one was looking, sometimes she would bend over to lift the hem of her skirt to look at the panties. At least they had given for a regular pair of panties. Well, at least they were more regular than once she had to wearing before.
These panties were panties were black satin, but they had a twist. In the center of the back there was a hole about two centimeters in diameter. White ruffles lined the hole, drawing attention to it.
On each cheek, in white satin letters, were the words “Fuck Me.”
The panties she wore were an open invitation for someone to fuck her in the asshole. The panties in back were black satin that completely cover the cheeks. When she bent over anyone standing behind her in no trouble seeing the black satin with the lettering. The panties in front were another matter. The entire front of the panties was sheer black nylon. When she lifted the hem in front, she could see the red heart on her crotch. She knew she had to a good job cleaning or they might force her to show off her heart to the public. Men had been so busy looking at her bottom that they had not noticed the heart in front. She did not want anyone in the house to see it. She did not want to show off to her sister slaves either. The pubic heart was something she did not want anyone else to know about.
That first time she wore hem, the guard showed her what the back of the panties was like before the French Maids dressed her. She could see the delight in their eyes at her humiliation. They would like nothing better than to see someone take advantage of the invitation print on her ass.
She had to do more than just show it off. The guard put her on display.
“Show us your panties.”
Laura turned, spread her legs apart and bent over so the hem of the short skirt was lifted to reveal the message on her bottomcheeks.
The guard moved around in front of her. Both hands on her upper back forced her head lower. This allowed her to straddle the slave girl’s head. Laura could not resist.
“Look at that tight little asshole. I bet it never has been used.”
“Bring that extra large dildo over here. It seems to be a waste not to take advantage of such a lovely asshole.”
Laura whimpered but no one heard, or at least, no one acknowledged her plaintive wail.
She felt something blunt probing her asshole. She tried to draw her cheeks together, but with her legs spread, there was little she could do. If they wanted to insert it, there was nothing she could do.
“If she doesn’t do a good job, maybe we will use this on her later.”
The beautiful slave girl had no way of knowing whether they meant it or not. She knew she had to do a good job of cleaning to keep from finding out.
They took her upstairs where she began to clean. She put stuff away, she dusted, she swept the floors. She worked as a perfect French maid.
When she misbehaved was punished by a number of swats on her fanny. When she was good, she was rewarded.
Even though Caroline had a tacit agreement with Madison about keeping Laura as a slave girl, the whipmistress was not certain she could trust her employer. She needed to make certain that Madison kept her silence. And what better way to maintain silence than to have a rubber ball rightly bound in the blonde’s mouth. That could only be accomplished with Madison wearing the collar of a slave girl.
Only then would the Amazon’s revenge be complete.
“Do you want to see what happens to Laura now?”
“Is it some new torture? You know, those titties of hers are just asking for more punishment.”
“No, actually the opposite is true. She is going to be rewarded.”
Caroline had to stifle a laugh at the expression on Madison’s face. The woman’s jaw dropped and her eyes opened wide. This was not what she expected for her stepdaughter.
“She is going to be rewarded?”
“Yes, but I think it for she will not enjoy it at first. Later, it will be rather humiliating for her. Only later will she enjoy it, but by then it will be too late.”
“I don’t understand this,” the blonde said, shaking her head.
“One small step at a time, that is all she is required to do. She takes that step, and she becomes a little more of a slave girl. The steps are so small that she won’t even recognize that she is slipping into a slave mindset. Just come and watch.”
Caroline took her employer to another room that would allow them to watch without being seen. Just in case her plan worked, she had a device nearby that would allow her plan to take a major step forward. Little steps for Laura, big steps for her plan.
They sat in chairs facing a two-way mirror so they could see what transpired in the room. In the room before them, a slave girl lay on a table bound in the same position Laura had been in when Caroline formed her pubic hair into a red heart. Another slave girl knelt at the end of the table with her face in the woman’s crotch. From the jerking of her legs, they could tell that the bound woman was having one orgasm after another.
“That is Vanessa. She has the best tongue in the house.”
The bound slave girl’s time was up. The guard pulled Vanessa’s head back to get at her mouth. Knowing the routine, the captive opened her mouth wide as the woman pulled her head back. The guard rammed the rubber ball into her waiting mouth, then pulled the strap over her head to hold the rubber ball in back. With a jerk on the working end of the gag strap, she insured it would not come out.
Vanessa’s mouth was sealed until they were ready for it.
Vanessa remained kneeling while the guard freed the slave girl lying on the table. She slid her legs about so they hung over the edge of the table. That slave girl had come so many times that she could hardly walk. Once she had her standing the guard locked cuffs on her wrists. Using a leash, she led the woman from the room. The slave girl staggered as she walked forward.
“Laura,” Caroline said, nodding in the direction of the newest slave girl they brought into the room. When Madison looked closely, she recognized the dark, luxurious hair that could belong only to her evil stepdaughter. Other than that, she would never have recognized her if Caroline had not said something.
“She has been doing such a good job as a slave girl that she is about to be rewarded.” Caroline wanted to add, “She will be trying harder to be even better so she is reward again,” but she did not want the young blonde to associate what was about to happen to Laura with her being a slave girl.
She did not want to reveal too much for fear she would spring the trap too soon.
Laura had never been rewarded for doing a good job, so she was not sure what to expect. They pushed her down on table and down for, her arms to her sides, her legs spread and bound to the sides of the table. Her pussy was available.
They removed the ballgag from the mouth of the kneeling slave girl.
“Begin.”
She attacked helpless brunette with her tongue. Laura had come often when she had sex with a man as a free woman. Now she was learning to come when a slave girl ate her pussy.
“So what to having to store for her now?”
From the corner of her eyes, Caroline watched Laura writhing about on the table. She was fastened by the way the helpless beauty came again and again and again.
Slowly tongue slid across her lower lip as she continued to stare.
The Amazon knew the blonde was imaging herself in Laura’s position.
“She is about to experience her first fucking as a slave girl.”
Madison jerked her head around with her eyes opened wide in surprise.
“Do you want to watch her?”
“Yes. When?”
“Now for a while. Right now the tongue of a slave girl is rewarding her. With a little practice she will enjoy being rewarded by the cock of a man.”
“I know she got around, but I heard rumors that men considered her to be something of a tight ass. She had sex with a great number of men, but there were many more she rejected. I doubt she will enjoy it when she has no choice.”
“She will with the proper amount of training. After all, she is only a slave girl.”
“So when do we do it?”
“In a couple hours. Let her get her strength back from this ordeal.”
Despite the rubber ball filling her mouth, the beautiful brunette continued to utter one muffled shriek after another.
When the appointed time came, Caroline took Madison to another room that enabled them to see another room on the other side that had a two-way mirror. It was not uncommon for a master or mistress to watch the slave girl being punished if a slave girl was a former friend. You might not want them to know who had enslaved them until they were completely submissive. That would be oh so thankful that you put a slave collar on them..
“You did say that Laura got around quite a bit with men?” Caroline asked as they settled into chairs before the two-way mirror.
“Oh yes. She is quite used to spreading her legs.”
“Then this will be a novel experience for her. No longer does she have the right to choose who will be between her legs. She is only slave girl. Other will decided who uses her, and how often. And soon she will learn to love it.”
A few minutes later, three men brought the beautiful brunette into the room. They forced her to stand with her legs spread so they could bind her ankles to chains on the floor. They then forced her to bend over. They removed the handcuffs from the wrists, but then bound her hands before her. They ran chains from her wrists to rings on the floor. The ropes insured that she could not raise her hands much from the floor. She had to remain bent over, with her legs spread, her pussy visible from behind.
“I understand did this little slave cunt the does not know what it means to please men.”
The beautiful brunette tried to look over her shoulder but could not because of her long hair. She knew what they were going to do to her. She also knew there was nothing she could do to stop them.
One man produced a small paddle. He moved to the slave girl’s. left so he was in the perfect position to spank her. He did not at first. He merely pressed the paddle against her bottom.
“Do you want a spanking?”
The brunette shook her head. She knew that the man could spank her if he wanted to, but she hoped he would not.
“Would you like to be fucked?”
Laura did not respond to this at first. The man rubbed the business part of the paddle against her left bottomcheek in a slow, circular pattern. She slowly lowered her head. The choice was not hers to make.
Whack!
Her head jumped back. She could feel the pain through the bottomcheek.
She shook her head up and down so her long hair floated in the air. She would rather have her pussy be a public playground than to be spanked.
“I think she needs more persuasion,” said a man behind her.
Laura responded by shaking her head.
“Do you want to be fucked?”
Her answer was enthusiastic nodding.
“Get the others. Let us see how badly she really wants to avoid a spanking.”
Soon there were five guards in the room. Had they known she was the stuck up daughter of their employer, they would have spanked her anyway. They treated her as they would any other slave girl.
The man removed the ballgag from her mouth.
“Tell us what you want.”
“Please fuck me, Master”
“I did not hear much enthusiasm in that.”
“Please fuck me, Master”
The man placed the want a ballgag in her mouth. He secured the ends of the strap loosely behind her head. He then moved around behind her to drop in his pants. He started to work on her pussy.
Laura decided she was not going to enjoy this at all, but her body betrayed her. She came twice before the man stopped.
“You enjoy that?”
The brunette stared at the floor before her without answering immediately. She knew how she was going to have to answer. True, she had done this before, but it had always been her choice. Before, she always decided who she was going to allow into her panties.
That had all ended. The decision no longer was hers.
Slowly she nodded.
“Would you like it again?”
She nodded. If she shook her head, they would spank her. Being a slave girl meant she no longer had to make decisions. She had to perform on demand.
She nodded.
“Then you’ll have to do a little work to earn it.”
For half a second Laura thought they were going to have her do some more cleaning. That was not the type of work the man meant.
The ballgag they came out of her mouth again. The man placed both hands on the back of her head to forced it down. Laura leaned forward to take his cock into her mouth. The hard shaft was still wet from her juices.
“Clean it off by sucking on it.”
The crown was in the back of her mouth. With his hands holding her head down, she could not move it. All she could do was suck and lick.
After a few minutes, the man pulled her head up so his cock slid out of her mouth. This enabled him to push the ballgag back in. He pulled his pants up and moved around behind her. He used his left hand to fondle her bottomcheeks.
“You know, you get a man a sense of superiority when you half an orgasm. Since you didn’t come, I think you need to be punished. Thank you?”
The brunette shook her head.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Do you think you deserve to be punished?”
This time Laura nodded. She knew she was going to punished anyway.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
When the man finished, he passed the paddle to the second guard was ready to take this time.
Up in the other room, Madison and Caroline enjoyed the sound of Laura submitting to the men.
“You know there is a very good chance that by the reception, she will not want to a free woman. She will want to remain a slave girl.”
Madison smiled broadly.
“That would be delicious.”
They had to speak in quiet voices as the mirror was not sound proof. There was the chance someone in that room might hear them. Might, but it was not likely, not with the loud, muffled screams that Laura emitted as she came again and again.
Caroline saw the Madison had realized Laura was having multiple orgasms. She intended to plant the idea in Madison’s head, but it was obvious the evil stepmother was already contemplating what Caroline wanted. She wondered how many more times Madison would have to watch her evil stepdaughter before she would want to take her place on the table.
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