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Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 37
First things first. The assorted slave girls owned by the now helplessly
bound and gagged members of D. A. A. M. (Dominant Anti-Amazon Mistresses) had to
be packaged first. Each had submitted to a slave collar. They offered no
resistance as they were packaged in barrels. One by one, the barrels, each
containing a slave girl, were lined up on the end of the loading dock.
Once they were prepared for shipment, time had come to collect the next
batch. Even as the men reentered the building to get Nancy and her friends, two
other men began moving the first load of slave girls to the back of the wagon.
To move them all it would take two trips between the inn and the ship.
Nancy heard movement in the hallway. Male voices grew suddenly louder as a
door was opened. The beautiful brunette had struggled with her bondage ever
since her clothes had been removed. When she realized someone was near, she
stopped moving. Good little slave girls did not try to escape. If they did, they
could expect to be punished and Nancy did not want to be punished.
"This is the next group."
The blindfold came off. She blinked frequently as her eyes became
accustomed to the dim light in the hall. Nancy had never realized how effective
a blindfold was until then
"Do you need any help?"
"This batch?" The man fondled the right boob of one of the captives. "No
problem with them. Right, Honey?"
The woman stared back. The man squeezed her tit again, this time a little
harder.
"Right?"
She nodded, afraid to do anything else.
The man directing the other turned to look back when he reached the end of
the hall. Nancy saw it was the clerk from the front desk. He had been so nice to
them (even though they had treated him as they would anyone else who was "hired
help"). She began to feel better about this.
Everything was going according to Canjac's plan.
Nancy counted three men in the hall with them. She never would have
imagined that only three men could handle her and her friends, but they had no
trouble. These women were shackled and gagged as slave girls. Resistance was one
thing they did not have to worry about.
As he walked down the hall, one man pulled out a switch that he flicked in
the air so it made a whistling sound. He had to make no threats. Each naked
captive knew what would happen if she resisted. With her hands locked behind her
back, not one could use them to protect her bottom. Each knew the garter belt
and stockings she wore framed her bottom, making it an ideal target.
She was bound and tethered. She wore the collar of a slave girl. She could
not resist, and no one would come to her aid. All she could do was obey.
"Let's go, Slave Girls."
They started forward, most linked by chains to the naked woman in front and
the one in back. The chains connecting the collars were over a meter long so the
captives had little trouble moving. Once in a while the chain in front, or the
chain in back became taut. They soon learned to keep moving.
They shuffled down the hall and to the left. As they passed through a door,
Nancy saw more light to her left. That had to be the door, a large door, to the
loading dock.
She looked around to see where they were led. It seemed to be some sort of
storage room immediately next to the loading dock.
Besides the men, the room had one other occupant. A slave girl stood by the
door in what was known as the "available" position. She faced the wall with
chains attached to her wrists forcing her to keep her hands on the wall. More
chains held her legs far apart. She stood bent over so any man could avail
himself of her exposed pussy. She could do nothing about.
Nancy realized that this slave girl wanted to be used. She had her head
twisted about so the leader of D. A. A. M. could see her beautiful face. The
naked captive ignored the line of women being led past her. She tried to catch
the eye of one of the men.
"Silly little slave girl," Nancy thought as she turned around and knelt.
One at a time, the naked women were freed from the coffle and packaged for
shipment. Nancy tried to turned to see what happened to them, but her long hair
was in the way. She did not dare turn her head too much. She did not want to
draw attention to herself while she was bound and naked.
Her turn came. A man attached a chain leash to her collar. A single jerk up
on the leash told her to stand. Most submissively, she followed the man to the
center of the room. He led her about so she faced away from the door.
"Spread ‘em. You act like you got something to hide."
Nancy stood bent over, her legs spread far apart. The man who ordered them
into this position had described it as "showing off their wares." Nancy knew
anyone standing behind her had an unobstructed view of her pussy. This position
was the equivalent of a slave girl begging to be "used."
"Straighten up."
At last it was her turn. In a few minutes she would be safely secured
inside a wooden barrel, her nakedness hidden from the eyes of all the men who
wanted to use her.
She felt them removing the shackles. For a few seconds she thought she
would be secured in the barrel unbound, but that was not to be.
"Clasp your hands together behind your back."
Her bondage during the trip was not to be a set of shackles, but rather a
single glove. She felt her hands slide down through the leather sheath. A man
flung straps over her shoulders. Hands spun her about so she faced the men. (She
was only a slave girl. They remained stationary. It was her task to move.) She
tensed as one of the men pulled a strap down from her right shoulder across her
upper chest and down toward her left side under the arm. He turned her one-
quarter to the right so he could buckle the end of the strap to the singleglove.
He turned her back so she faced forward. The other strap passed across the
first on its way down to her right side.
Nancy tensed, expecting the man to fondle her titties. They were there,
centimeters from his hands. With her hands secured behind her back, she could do
nothing to stop him. He finished buckling the strap, then spun her the rest of
the way about so she faced away from him.
Nancy felt relieved, and a little disappointed. There she was, dressed and
bound as a slave girl and no one wanted to take advantage of her.
The man laced the singleglove up from the brunette's hands to the top.
Inserting a small metal rod in the lacings at the bottom near her hands, he
pulled all the slack from them.
Nancy felt the leather grow tight about her arms as the man worked his way
up. The pressure forced her arms together. While this bondage position rendered
her extremely helpless, it was not very uncomfortable. She had bound her own
slave girls in much more stringent positions. She was glad a man bound her
instead of a whipmistress. She had no doubts that a woman would have bound her
so securely she would have not been able to move a muscle.
"Kneel."
She still faced the front of the inn. The barrel they intended to lock her
in was not in sight. She wondered what they had in store for her next.
She knew that as an obedient little slave girl she was supposed to stare
straight ahead, seeming unconcerned what happened to her. When a man slipped a
leather strap under her right leg, she had to look down. She saw he buckled the
four-centimeter wide strap about her upper thigh, pinning her calf to her thigh.
She ignored him as he repeated the process on the other side.
She was mystified why they had done that. They had her strap in a kneeling
position. She had assumed she would step up on some platform and then into a
barrel. With her legs bound in this position, she could not leave a kneeling
position. (Well, she could fall over, but she would end up on her front with her
legs bent back behind her. That would accomplish nothing.)
She tensed again as the man fumbled with the buckle that held the rubber
ball in her mouth. This could not possibly be good. A slave girl had to be kept
gagged at all times. After all, they never had anything worth listening to. When
the man had the strap free, he jerked the ball from her mouth."
"Put your head back, mouth open."
They had another gag from her to wear. One man placed his hand on her
forehead to keep her head back, her mouth open. She hoped this new gag would be
more comfortable than that ballgag. The rubber ball had not been that large in
diameter, but it did force…
"Ahhgggggg!!"
He had the gag in her mouth before she could react. Perhaps this one did
not force her jaws as far apart as the ballgag, but it was definitely worse.
He pushed her head forward so she stared at her knees. This made it easier
for him to buckle the ends of the strap together behind her head.
As he did that, Nancy could not help but run the tip of her tongue over the
hard rubber shaft in her mouth. She had experimented with gags before, but they
had been ballgags, or cloth cleave gags. She had never worn one like this before
though she had been tempted to.
She ran her tongue over the dildo in her mouth. It had to be six
centimeters long. The shaft was so short she could tolerate it. The diameter was
enough to keep her mouth filled. The shaft was just long enough that she could
not ignore it. As long as it was in her mouth, she would think about it.
Moreover, she would not be able to keep from exploring it with her tongue.
They next fastened another broad leather strap about the brunette's body
above her large titties. She felt them buckling the ends together in front. Once
again they ignored her bare boobs. She began to wonder what was wrong with her.
Nancy felt them run a chain down her back under the single glove. She
fought the temptation to turn her head to try to see what they were doing behind
her back. She felt a tug on the strap about her chest. The strap grew tighter
and tighter. She looked down as the strap dug into her flesh.
She felt the strap drawing her weight up. As her body rose, she bent her
knees down to try to support her weight. Her thighs pointed straight down toward
the floor as she swung free. She tried to stretch out but could not as her body
rose farther and farther off the floor.
Hands on her hips drew her body backwards. As she moved, she looked up.
Overhead there was a track of some sort. She realized she was hung from it, and
they were pulling her along it. They had bound her as a package, and were
treating her as a bundle of goods.
They pulled her across the room and out the door to the loading dock. All
Nancy could only see the inside of the room at first. Once they had her outside,
the track turning to the side. Nancy's body turned to follow the path of the
track. Nancy could see along the back of the inn, and some of the buildings
beyond it. She saw some people beyond the inn. They worked at some task, not
paying any attention to her. She wanted to smile but of course the dildo in her
mouth kept her from doing that.
At the end of the line, the men pulling her turned her about. Her back was
toward the inn. She stared at the trees along the back of the buildings.
Her long hair kept her from seeing to the right where the men had the
remainder of her friends packaged securely in barrels. When they had her next to
the last girl, another man pulled an empty barrel under her. With a wave of his
hand was the signal to lower her into the barrel.
Nancy sighed a little as her body began to descend. Soon she would be
safely hidden in that barrel. The sturdy oak would hide and protect her body. No
one would see her.
She felt the hands on her hips. She saw no need to bind her legs as they
had. She would fit easily in the barrel.
She looked down as her body began to descend into the barrel, but her large
bosoms were in the way. Just as the front edge of the barrel came into sight,
she felt a hand at her crotch, and another on her bottom.
"Ahhhggghhh!!"
The dildo slipped into her pussy.
Nancy tried to struggle, but a pair of hands forced her body the remainder
of the way down. When the man let go, the dildo was deep inside her. With her
hands secured in the singleglove, with her legs bound back that way, she could
not raise herself to get off it.
Quickly they slipped another leather collar about her neck. This was a
posture collar that fit along her jaw bone so she could not move her head to
either side.
As soon as the hands pulled away from her neck, another pair put the two
ends of the barrel in place so her fit snugly about the leather collar.
Another man already had the heavy canvas strap about the upper ends of the
staves. By pulling on the long-handled lever, he pulled the individual staves
close together. Another man slipped the metal band over the ends of the staves.
This band was one continuous piece of metal so there was no chance it would
break or come apart. Using mallets, two men hammered the band down so it fit in
the groove about the end of the barrel.
With that they were done. The man took the canvas strap off the barrel,
knowing there was no way the captive could get free.
"Let's get a drink while we are waiting for the wagon to come back."
Nancy could not see them leave, but she could tell by the sound of their
footsteps when they were no longer near her.
Once she thought they were not within sight, she began to struggle. She
twisted and turned, she fought the confines of the singleglove.
All she accomplished was getting herself aroused. As she squirmed about,
the dildo twisted back and forth in her pussy. With every movement of her body
she aroused herself a little more.
"I better wait a second, or I'm liable to come!" she thought.
A loud moan to her right told her that one of her friends had struggled too
much. She wondered how many others had already come.
Slowly she counted to "twenty" before started to struggle again. When she
paused this time, she realized that the entire time she had sucked on that dildo
as though she enjoyed it.
"One. Two. Three."
"Well, Nancy, I hope everything is turning out satisfactorily for you."
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