Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 67
Early Saturday morning, Canjac finished the last details for Nancy in
the race. Of course, neither Nancy nor any of the other participants knew what
was going on. As slave girls they had no need to know anything in advance. All
they had to do was follow orders.
The first slave girl to be readied was Nancy. She was dressed as a
ponygirl as she always was. She thought there was nothing different about
today. Canjac had told her nothing about the race. After all, she was only a
slave girl.
Once she was in her pony girl outfit, she expected them to hitch her to
a wagon as they always did. There were lots of things that needed to be moved
and she was available. There never seemed to be enough ponygirls.
Today was different though. They put the usual ponygirl harness on her.
Straps pinned her arms to her body. More straps in held the bitgag in her
mouth. The man responsible for the ponygirls led her out into the center of the
high bay area. She looked around to see which wagon she would be pulling today,
but none was there.
While any type of change can be unsettling to a ponygirl, Nancy at least
took solace in the fact that the man who controlled her was one who had done it
often before. She enjoyed being his ponygirl, doing what he wanted, obeying
every wish, hurrying to follow every command.
He attached a five-meter leash to her head harness on the left side. He
then stepped back until the leash was extended the entire length with little
slack in it. He held a switch that was long enough that he could reach her bare
bottom.
"Let's go, ponygirl."
With that, he snapped the switch across her bare bottom. It did not
hurt; it was a light blow, but it was sufficient to get her to act. She had
been treated like this often before so she knew exactly what to do. She began
walking in a circle around him. How long as she walked this way was up to him.
Though she wore the trappings of a ponygirl, she was nothing more than a slave
girl. He decided what she did and she was more than happy to obey.
"Faster."
He tapped the switch against her bottom again. She began trotting
faster. Around the around she went. She was getting her morning exercise.
And another room, a French Maid dressed Lori in her racing silks.
Canjac had chosen for his colors, royal blue and red. The French Maid began by
putting a garter belt on the beautiful brunette. It was essentially the royal
blue with red satin ruffles. The belt held up the sheer black stockings. The
high-heeled sandals were royal blue patent leather.
Canjac had a minidress made especially for this occasion. Lori extended
her arms through it so the slave girl could pull it about her body before
zipping it up the back. As usual, there was a slit up the front so everyone
could see her shaved pussy. The minidress had short puffy, sleeves that were
lined with more red satin ruffles. It had a high neckline, but that modesty was
more than compensated for by a pair of holes in the bodice through which Lori's
titties protruded.
Laurie was completely dressed, but still naked.
She was a slave girl. She was used to this.
Canjac was in his office making other plans. He looked forward in
anticipation to Tina bringing Tiffany to the racetrack. Four of his men were
coming along to take care of her. The blonde had been so intent to on using
Tiffany as her own personal slave girl that she had not realized that Canjac
planned to double-cross her.
But we knew that already, didn't we?
Canjac had a lot of paperwork to take care of. Among the letters on his
desk was an invitation to Ronor's bachelor party. The long anticipated wedding
was the following Saturday.
Canjac thought he was foolish getting married. He had offered the groom
a number of slave girls who could satisfy him much more than a wife could. He
did not know Shelly but he had heard stories about her.
He penned his regrets before tossing the letter in his "out" basket.
One reason he could not go was he had plans for that night. One of the
slave girls he had offered to sell Ronor was Michelle. Remember Michelle?
Surely no one thought she would want to be free after spending a month as a
slave girl! Canjac had plans, and he needed to finalize them the night of the
bachelor party.
The following Saturday, the day of the wedding, Canjac was going to hold
a private auction for half a dozen of his best customers. Only one item would
be for sale -- Michelle.
He expected to get a good price for her, and he knew she would be
satisfied with her new life. She was too beautiful and far too sexy to waste
her life as a free woman.
He had a few more things to take care of before he left. Before he knew
it, the time 9:00. The race did not start until after noon, but it was time to
go to the racetrack. For this occasion, Canjac used a wagon and a sulky. He
came out to supervise the loading of the wagon.
Nancy saw her master standing there watching her and was afraid he would
punish her. They stripped off the leather harness, leaving her bound wearing
only handcuffs. They removed the head harness next. They insured her silence
with a simple ballgag. To control her they attached a leash to the ring on her
collar. She looked like any other slave girl.
Two French Maids trotted forward with a leather slave sack that they
laid on the floor before Nancy.
"Kneel down in the center of it."
The luscious brunette stepped forward, then lowered her left knee to the
leather bondage device. As soon as it touched, she brought her right down to
join it.
"Keep your bottom in the air."
One French Maid wrapped a leather strap about her ankles, pulling it
tight before buckling it so her legs were tightly together. To ensure she could
not move them at all, the second French maid wrapped a similar strap about her
lower thighs just above the knees. When they finished, one placed both hands on
the pony girl's shoulders to push her fanny down against her ankles. This
allowed the second French Maid to loop a strap under her shins and over her
thighs. When she buckled the ends together, the brunette could not rise from
the kneeling position.
With the slave girl fastened in the proper position, the two French
Maids pulled the flaps of the slave sack up. The heavy, industrial zippers slid
up to the top, slowly forming a leather ball about the captive. When they had
all eight sections zipped up to the top, they pulled a leather strap around the
open top. This held zippers in place so they could not come down. A padlock on
the strap ensured that the leather sack would remain about Nancy's body.
The French Maids watched from a kneeling position as two men lifted the
leather bundle in the air and set it in the back of the wagon. Though there was
little chance she would fall off, they lifted the tail of the wagon up and
locked it in place. Once the two captives were bound again, they tethered the
French Maids to the wagon.
The captive beauty in the slave sack could not see where she was going.
She could only see where she had been. The tailgate obstructed her view so she
could see nothing on the street.
By this time they were finished dressing Lori and had brought her into
the high bay area. They tethered her to a ring on the back of the wagon between
the French Maids. Canjac wanted to protect Nancy's legs from some injury so he
had her ride. He had no need to protect Lori. She would be seated during the
race so it did not matter if she turned an ankle walking there.
With a wave of his hand Canjac signaled the man to start the wagon
toward the racetrack. Pulling it was four pairs of ponygirls. Canjac rode in
the sulky that had four ponygirls pulling it.
They moved through town by the shortest route. As they neared the
racetrack, the man in the wagon turned to the left while Canjac turn to the
right.
The sign above the gate said it all:
"Welcome to Daytuna Speedway
and
THE DAYS OF SQUEALING!"
He paid be outrageous price of 3 silver thalens for parking. (The cost
of a cup of beer was outrageous.) He then made his way across the racetrack to
the stables. That area was off limits to most people, but since he wore an
owner's pass attached to lapel, the security guard let him in.
The wagon had entered the racetrack by a gate behind the stables. While
one man took Lori and the French Maids to the stall that they would use to
prepare Nancy, the other led the pony girl to the weigh-in. This was not an
unlimited race. This race was limited to ponygirls who weighed 45 kilograms or
less, the 45 kilograms including the high heels, handcuffs, and ballgag.
When her to turn came, Nancy stepped on the scale. She was a couple of
kilos under the limit. (While had not had any extra fat on her before, her
exertions as a ponygirl had made her exceptionally trim. More than one promoter
had advertised being a ponygirl as part of a weight loss program.)
The other qualification for this race was that she had never raced
before. This, therefore, was a "maiden" race. There were other races that had a
lot more interest. The Silver Collar Stakes was the feature race on the ticket.
There were two favorites in it; each ponygirl head won several major races.
There was sure to be a good turnout this day.
Canjac was only interested in the maiden race though. He thought slave
girls had better uses then being ponygirls. He used them as such before they
were an inexpensive labor force. Since they wore collars, they were merely
beasts of burden anyway. As slave girls, they would be used as their master
wanted.
Canjac arrived at the door to the stall as the man returned with Nancy.
He handed the slaver the paperwork that indicated the buxom brunette was
properly entered in the race.
Nancy stood tethered between a pair of chains that held her securely in
place. The French Maids then went to work, getting Nancy into her racing
harness. A series of leather straps encircled her body. One crossed her chest
above her large boobs and another below. Straps held her arms together behind
her back from her hands to her elbows. Once they had her arms secured to her
body, she could not move them at all.
It was as it was meant to be. Nancy was both a slave girl and a
ponygirl.
Canjac usually had his ponygirls naked, but for this race Nancy wore a
mockery of a miniskirt. The satin was the same royal blue Lori wore. The
garment was wrapped about her hips so that it covered her crotch in front. It
was backless so her bottom cheeks would be available to Lori and her whip. They
had another piece of garment to cover her chest. It'll was nothing more than a
pair of small panels of royal blue silk that draped down over Nancy's rather
large titties. When the pony girl ran at full speed, there was no doubt that
the material would flap to reveal her bosom.
All edges were lined with red satin ruffles.
"Make certain she is ready for the preliminary heats."
Canjac returned to the spectator section where he had rented a box. He
discovered he had less trouble leaving the stable area than getting in. The
crowds had begun to arrive so he had to push his way through many people moving
in the opposite direction. Two ushers checked his ticket before letting him into
the box seat area.
He recognized many of the men and women who had rented boxes for the
races. One or two were customers. Almost everyone had a naked slave girl or two
in tow. He cast an appreciative eye toward them and decided all were below his
standards. He doubted he would care to sell any of his stock to these masters
and mistresses.
A slave girl wearing an assortment of frilly lace stood at the end of
the box in case he wanted to order a drink. She held a silver tray below her
large, naked tits. Without looking he knew they had secured her wrists to the
bottom of the tray with leather straps. A slave girl had to remain bound unless
absolutely necessary to remind her of her position in life.
On the tray there was a pad of paper. He scribbled his order on it. A
slap on the slave's bare fanny sent her toward the bar.
Each seat in the box had a program listing the entrants in each race and
their owners. The names of the ponygirls meant nothing to him. He recognized the
names of a couple of owners who were in the news. Most of the names he
recognized were of other dealers.
He no sooner arrived then Tina appeared leading Tiffany on a leash.
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
"I trust you enjoyed yourself."
"I've never had so much fun training a slave girl. She resisted just
enough to make it fun. After two days of intensive training though, she was
willing to do anything."
As the luscious blonde sat down, she jerked down on the leash. Tiffany
came to her knees beside her chair.
"Tell me Tiffany, do you enjoy being a slave girl."
The brunette slowly nodded. She blushed when she heard Canjac and Tina
laugh at her.
"I guess you did do a good job on her."
"Will you will you sell her to me?"
"We'll talk about it after the race."
The trumpets sounded indicating that the qualifying races were about to
begin.
"Turn her about so she faces away from the track. You don't want her
watching, do you?"
Using the leash, Tine had the brunette shuffled about so her back was to
the track. Tina threaded her leash through a chair and tied a simple knot.
Tiffany was not going anywhere without permission.
The beautiful brunette, one of the most beautiful women in town, was
nothing more than a slave girl.
"I can't believe these seats. With the amount of money they charge, you
would think we would have better seats!"
The voice was loud and shrill. Both Canjac and Tina had to turn to look.
"That's Bobette Benson!" the blonde announced in a whisper reeking of
awe.
"I know."
Their paths had crossed before. She was one of those beautiful women who
was never happy and wanted the whole world to know about it.
"They say she is going to put out her own cosmetic line!"
"I hadn't heard that." He also did not care.
The man with Bobbette whispered something to her. Canjac recognized him.
He was not a competitor, but they had similar interests.
"If you had better seats, then why didn't we just go to them in the
first place?"
The man gestured toward the exit from the box. As Bobbette turned, the
man looked at Canjac (whom he recognized) and mouthed the words "Fourth race."
Canjac opened his program to see what the fourth race was. He eyebrows
rose in surprise. He did not know they had that type of race. He decided he
should come to the track more often.
While everybody else knew what was going on, Nancy had no clue why she
was there. She guessed she was in some sort of race but she had no idea where
she was running or why. She had attended many ponygirl races as a member of
D.A.A.M. (Dominant Anti-Amazons Mistresses) particularly when they had former
Amazons racing. She had never seen a race from this angle before.
They attached her to the racing sulky and placed to Lori in her usual
position on the seat. The former Amazon stared at Nancy's bottom cheeks, so
pristine white and so available. She could not wait until she could use that
ponygirl whip on them.
Two man held Nancy's harness, one on each side as they led her from the
stable toward the track. She was in the second qualifying heat. They stopped
in a line of ponygirls waiting their turn to race.
The trumpets sounded again, indicating that the ponygirls for the second
qualifying heat should be brought to the track. The men led Nancy forward. She
was in the fifth row from the inside.
The race would be one time around the oval. The length of the track was
400 years. Because those on the outside had further to run, they are starting
positions were further down the track.
Because the ponygirls wore blinders, they could not see the starting
signal. They really had no need to, as the jockeys would tell them to start
running by flicking the whips against their bottoms.
The starting signal was a slave girl completely encased in a leather
catsuit. The only parts of her body not covered in leather were her left hand
and her pussy. Her left arm extended out ninety degrees from her body and was
held there by steel rods strapped to the outside of the leather catsuit. In her
left hand they placed a yellow scarf. Between her legs was a huge dildo, the
tip just touching her pussy lips. They had her legs bound so she could do
nothing to protect her pussy.
When it came time for the race to start, a track official jerked down on
a lever. The huge dildo shot up inside the slave girl. That was the signal she
waited for. She opened her hand to drop the scarf. As it fluttered toward the
ground, whips landed on the bare bottoms of the ponygirls.
The race was on!
