Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 8
So you may be wondering: What happened to Paulette during this time? As it
was, her fate was not dissimilar to Janice's.
When last we left her, she was in the hallway, tethered to a ring on the
wall so she had to remain bent over. Her legs were spread far apart, the normal
position for any slave girl. With an extremely short miniskirt and no panties,
her pussy was visible to all. She was positive that every man who came by would
take advance of her helplessness. She tensed as she heard someone coming down
the hall toward her. The person drew nearer and nearer, and then passed by.
Paulette turned her head to the left to look to try to see if it was a man or a
woman, but her long tresses were in the way. She concluded it was a woman. She
could think of no other reason why a free person would not take advantage of her
condition.
She thought the same about the second person. Then the third.
The next two came down the hall together. As they conversed in low tones,
she knew they were men. She tensed her body again, knowing they would stop.
They would use their fingers first to explore her pussy. Then, no doubt, they
would move onto her large bosom. Then they would---
Walk right by without paying her any attention at all.
She gave a muffled grunt of protest. She knew she was beautiful. She
knew she was sexy. What she could not understand was why no one paid her the
slightest bit of attention.
The problem was of course that she was just another slave girl on display. In
the position, she looked no different from the other 20 or 30 slave girls out on
display in that tavern. Because of her position, her most endearing asset,
those pair of tremendously large boobs, was obscured by her body.
After a few more occurrences like that, Paulette's ego had taken a severe
beating. She wondered why no one wanted to use her. She began to wish that
someone would stop. She did not care even if it was a mistress. She just
wanted someone to acknowledge that she was beautiful and sexy.
Finally someone did stop for the buxom brunette. Her name was Peggy
Phrack and she was a whipmistress employed by the tavern. Her interest in the
beautiful brunette was not carnal, but rather monetary. Janice had paid her to
take care of Paulette while she was out of the town. The tall woman had other
things to do. One slave girl standing in a hallway meant nothing to her.
Janice's instructions had been to keep her some place in public, and then to put
her out for a delivery service.
Peggy finally got around to Paulette after the beautiful captive had been
standing in the hall for an hour.
The whipmistress pulled the leather blindfold from her belt. It consisted
of a pair of leather pads, lined on the inside with foam rubber, and a leather
strap. She loosely buckled the ends together, then slipped it over Paulette's
head. Using her left hand, she adjusted the position of the pads so both eyes
were covered. She then pulled the working end of the strap with her right hand.
As the strap grew tighter about her head, it pressed the leather pads against
her eyes. These pads in turn caused the foam rubber to conform to the contours
of her face. When the whipmistress stuck the pin through the hold and tucked
the end of the strap through a leather loop, no light at all could get through
to the eyes of the captive.
The woman then unsnapped the end of the tether leash from the ring on the
front of Paulette's collar. She pulled the captive upright while her right hand
removed a chain leash from her belt. She attached the end of it to the ring in
front.
"Come on, Slave Girl."
Nothing else needed to be said as Paulette was nothing more than another
slave girl. Maybe she did not think she was one, but she wore the leather slave
collar of a slave girl. In the eyes of everyone she was a slave girl. (Had
Janice been caught and convicted of collaring a free woman within the walls of
the city, she would have been convicted and sentenced to be sold. As for
Paulette, since she wore a slave collar, she obviously deserved to be a slave
girl. She, also, would be sold.)
The whipmistress led the beautiful captive down various halls toward the
back of the tavern where the slave kennels were located. Unused to walking
blindfolded and bound and in high heels, her progress was necessarily slow. The
mistress had to jerk several times on the leash as an unspoken message for the
captive to hurry up.
Now Peggy was no fool. Every slave girl knew that if she did not obey
each command without hesitation, she could expect to be punished. She suspected
that this brunette had not worn a collar very long. (She did not, however,
suspect the truth. No woman could possibly be so naive as to allow herself to
be collared.)
The kennels of the tavern consisted of a large communal room where slave
girls could be kept for the night. With them all in once place it was easier
for the guards to keep an eye on them. No, there was no chance at all for them
to escape, but there was the very real possibility that they could be rustled.
(Free women could be kidnaped. Slave girls, lacking the status of free women,
could only be rustled.)
There were alcoves to the sides where slave girls could be prepared
according to their masters' and mistresses' instructions. At the same time the
captives were in a semi-public area where everyone could enjoy their charms.
There were also a number of private rooms. If a slave girl deserved some
special punishment (or pleasure), the whipmistresses could use the room.
Whipmistresses were always women. (Duh.) The guards were usually men.
Both masters and mistresses knew a man might feel some sympathy toward a slave
girl when it came time to punish her bottom. A woman had no such reserve. They
could be counted on to deliver as many blows to a slave's bottom as was
required. (And, of course, since they were not as strong, the risk of doing
real damage to a slave girl was less.)
Peggy led Paulette to one of the alcoves. She stopped, and had to grab
the captive by the shoulders to keep her from walking from her. Yes, it was
plainly evident that this slave had little experience. Her instructions had not
included any punishment, but she felt something was in order. A slave girl
staggering around while under her control was embarrassing.
While she had hold of the brunette's shoulders, she turned her in the
proper position. She kept hold of the leash as she stepped a few meters to her
right to get the end of a chain running to a post. She stepped back to attach
it to the ring on the left side of Paulette's slave collar. In seconds she had
a change attached to the ring on the other side.
Now that she knew the slave girl could not run off, she removed the leash
from the ring in front.
"Spread you legs apart."
The tall mistress ran a chain to the captive's right ankle. At the end
was a leather cuff which she wrapped around her lower leg just above the ankle.
There was no need to lock it. There was no way the captive could get it off.
In seconds she had the other legs similarly secured so Paulette had to stand
with her legs spread wide apart.
She paced about the captive once. She had not realized how voluptuous a
figure this slave had. She paused in front of her, staring at the brunette's
large titties. Slowly her tongue rubbed across her lower lip. Yes, very
voluptuous. Stepping forward, she removed the clothing so she could study her
captive in all her natural beauty.
She stepped back to get a look at Paulette's boobs in relation to the rest
of her body. While her own tits were big, they did not compare at all to the
slave girl's. The idea for a fitting punishment began to take shape in her
mind.
The general toxic pollution of the environment had resulted in
near-priapism for men. On women, the result had been the presence of seemingly
oversized bosom. Even "small" ones were quite large. Huge ones the size of
Paulette's were not rare, but neither were they common place. They had a name
for slave girls with boobs that large.
Cows.
The first thing she needed was a different gag. The one the brunette wore
was a regular ballgag. She needed a harness of some sort to carry out her plan.
Going to the one of the cabinets on the wall she went through the collection of
gags until she found a ballgag harness. That would work fine.
Stepping around behind the naked captive, she parted Paulette's hair,
throwing one half over each shoulder so it hung down in front partially hiding
her boobs. The exposed the nape of her neck, and the buckle of the strap
holding the rubber ball in the captive's mouth. Once it was free, she reached
over both of Paulette's shoulders. "Open wide." As soon as she felt the slave
girl's lower jaw move, she jerked the rubber ball out with her left hand.
Before Paulette could close her mouth, the whipmistress was pressing the bright
red rubber ball of the ballgag harness against her mouth. Quickly it slid in,
silencing the captive once again.
Using both hands, she pulled both ends of the black leather neck strap
behind Paulette's head. It took only seconds to get the working end thrust
through the buckle on the other end. With her left hand braced against the
slave girl's head to hold it steady, she pulled with her right so the rubber
ball was drawn deep within the captive's mouth.
Paulette could make no sounds above a muffled grunt. Everything was as it
should be. Slave were not meant to speak. They had only to please.
The whipmiestrees then drew the blindfold up over Paulette's head,
discarding it on a nearby chair. Even as she turned her head back to the
captive, her left hand was seeking the harness where it hung down from her
mouth. She drew it up the brunette's face so the black leather cheek straps
came together at the bridge of her nose. From them a single strap continued up
over her head and down in back where it fastened to the neck strap.
Peggy stepped around in front of the captive to get at the remaining
straps. The cheek straps were attached to the neck strap barely a centimeter
from each side of Paulette's mouth. Half a centimeter beyond that, chin straps
dangled down. Quickly she threaded the working end through the buckle on the
other end.
"Bite down on the ball."
Paulette's eyes grew wide as the woman pushed her head back.
"Bite harder! Bite harder!"
Finally Peggy was able to use her thumb to stick the pin through the hole
in the strap. Paulette tried to loosen her grip on the rubber ball
between her teeth, but found the chin strap prohibited her from doing that. She
could not believe that anything could force her to be more silent than that
ballgag, but she had to admit that this new gag certainly did a much more
thorough job.
The mistress stepped back to get the blindfold from the chair. She did
not want the slave girl to know what was about to happen to her. While it would
be fun punishing her if she struggled, she wanted to get this started and then
move on.
So many slave girls, so little time.
She loosened the strap a little so she could fit it down over the
beautiful brunette's head. When she pulled the working end of the strap as far
as it would not, Paulette could see nothing.
She reached for the leash, but paused. Maybe a change of bondage would be in
order. Paulette's legs would be spread. Perhaps something that kept her arms
spread would finish the position.
The spreader bar was a meter and a half long. One end she strapped to the
brunette's left wrist. Once she had the handcuffs off, she used her left hand
on the bar to push Paulette's left arm to the left while her right dragged the
right over to the cuff attached to the end.
Before proceeding she slowly walked about the captive. She smiled in
pride at her craftsmanship. Paulette looked every bit as beautiful, sexy, and
helpless as she wanted.
She removed the leather cuffs from about her ankles. This allow Paulette to
straighten up a little. (She started to bring her feet together, then
remembered she was supposed to be a slave girl. She had to keep them apart if
she did not want to be punished.)
The whipmistress attached the end of the leash to the ring on the front of
the brunette's collar again before removing one, then the other chains attached
to the rings on the right and left sides.
Paulette had no idea where she was going. All she knew was she was bare-ass
naked, bound and gagged.
The route they took led back to the main part of the tavern. That was
where there was the greater chance of men finding Paulette. Peggy knew exactly
where to go. Where the hall widened between the cafe and the great room, she
knew many men would pass by. It was here that she had Paulette stop. At her
urging the buxom captive spread her legs far apart so the mistressd could secure
them with chains and leather cuffs. The chains held her legs far apart. She
could not bring them together to protect her pussy.
Peggy attached one end of a chain through a hole in the center of the
spreader bar. The chain ran up through a pulley attached to the ceiling. When
she pulled on it, the captive had no choice but to raise her arms in the air, at
the same time bending out.
Her naked butt stuck out. She ran her hands over Paulette's round bottom,
tasting each sensuous curve with her fingertips.
There was more though. Peggy's plan included more than merely having
Paulette available for men to use. The buxom slave girl had to actively solicit
use of her body. That would be her punishment for having such large titties.
The whipmistress went down the hall a short distance to a supply room
where she selected the item she needed. She held it tightly to keep from giving
away her plan as she approached the naked captive. She felt confident that with
boobs as large as hers, this brunette had suffered through this often before,
but this would be an added treat. She would not expect this from a stranger at
a tavern. She paused in front of the captive. With boobs that big, there was
no reason for Paulette not to expect this treatment, Peggy thought to herself.
Women might laugh at women with bigger bosom, but actually they were jealous.
With Peggy' s long, lean frame, her tits were the perfect size for her build.
But she could not help but know that Paulette's were bigger, much bigger. She
deserved to be punished for that..
The blindfolded captive felt someone doing something to the chin strap of
her ballgag harness. She hoped they were loosening it, but it was as tight as
ever when the person let go. More than that, though, she felt something hanging
from it.
The mistress who removed the blindfold had moved around behind her. Her
hand went from Paulette's face to her left tit. Two fingers gently gripped
nipple. She applied a little pressure as she rolled cone back and forth,
gradually making it hard and pointed.
The msitress tossed the blindfold over her right shoulder to free that
hand. With it she grabbed the other tit. In seconds she had Paulette very
aroused. During this process, Paulette had remained motionless, not want to
give her mistress the satisfaction of knowing just how close she was to an
orgasm.
"Do you like this, Slave Girl?" Paulette knew better than to shake her
head "no." Besides, it did feel good. She wished the mistress would put her
hand between her legs. She nodded enthusiastically.
As she nodded, the cow bell attached to the chin strap jangled. Paulette
froze.
"Keep it up. The ringing of that bell makes me almost as hot as you are."
To add emphasis to the statement, she pinched the brunette's nipple.
Reluctantly, Paulette nodded again. The sounds of the cow bell echoed through
the halls of the tavern. She glanced in one direction, than the other to see if
anyone was coming. She did not want anyone to see her like this. What if some
man should come by and see her!
What a perfect punishment, Peggy thought as she continued to knead the
brunette's giant mounds, Any women with boobs that big not only deserved to be
a slave girl, she deserved to have to flaunt her charms. Everyone who heard
that ringing would know that it signaled the presence of an extreme big-chested
slave girl. Free women and slave girls alike would laugh (or in the case of
slave girls snicker through their gags),
While women would take pleasure in the humiliation of a buxom slave girl,
the pleasure men would take would be more physical. By ringing that bell the
brunette was calling anyone and everyone to use her.
The mistress moved her left hand from that tit across her flat belly to her
pubic hair. The mistress rubbed her fingertips back and forth.
"I bet you are really get hot."
The cow bell continued to clang loudly as the brunette nodded. She knew
she did not dare stop. When this was over, she would get her revenge on Janice.
She would convince her to allow herself to be bound as a slave girl. Then she
would have her revenge. Well, not completely, perhaps. Janice's boobs were a
pair of handfuls, but they were no way as large as hers. She would not justify
wearing a cowbell.
"I am going to keep listening. You keep ringing that bell or else."
Peggy's hand went from the captive's crotch to her tit again. "If I no longer
hear the bell ringing, I am going to come back here and give you twenty hard
swats here," she pinched Paulette's bottom on the left, "And here," a pinch on
the other cheek, "And here," She squeezed the left tit. "And here." She
squeezed the right one. "And since twenty more will make it an even hundred,
the last twenty will go here." Her hand went down between the captive's legs,
Paulette's long, dark hair kept her from seeing to the left. She did not
know if the mistress had left or not. The cow bell jangling under her chin made
so much noise she could hear nothing. She knew the woman would be able to hear
it many meters away.
Her head went up and down, up and down. The cow bell clanged loudly
through the tavern.
It did not take long for a couple of men to come see her. They knew what the
sound indicated. They wanted to see how big this slave girl's titties actually
were.
Paulette froze when she saw them coming. She pleaded with them with her
eyes but they ignored her. One man elbowed the other aside to stand directly in
front of her. She felt his hands fondling her dangling titties. She jerked her
body up to try to get free from his grasp, but of course that was impossible.
He merely squeezed tighter.
"Do you think they are the same size?"
"There is only one way to find out."
The first man removed his hand from Paulette's left tit. He formed his
thumbs and index fingers into a circle and slid them over the tit. When his
hand was against the brunette's chest, he squeezed tighter.
"I'm having trouble getting my hand around it!" Both men erupted in
laughter as the man moved his hands from one tit to the other. Bound as she
was, Paulette could see nothing, but she certainly could feel it.
"Let me check to make sure."
His hands went back to the right tit, then the left.
"I would say they are the same size. What about you?"
Now it was time for the second man to fondle her titties.
Against her will, Paulette found herself becoming aroused. The bell was
humiliating, but these men playing with her tits was.....nice. She wished they
would play with them some more, but they walked around behind her. She was sure
Ronor would enjoy doing that.
Her head jerked back, causing the cow bell attached to the gag to ring.
She had been so absorbed with them playing with her dangling boobs that she
forgotten about her exposed pussy. They knew what was there. She felt their
fingers exploring it. Bound as she was, she could do nothing to stop them.
She knew what was going to happen. She made little grunting noises to show
her display, but since she wore the leather collar of a slave girl, no one really
cared. The men had moved behind her where her exposed pussy was completely
available.
Her head jerked back again, causing the cow bell to ring. The man wanted
to hold those marvelous titties, but could not. He had to be content to hold
her hips as he thrust forward.
As his hips struck her bare bottom, Paulette's head jerked back. The bell rang
once, twice, again and again.
She felt herself coming. Her hands struggled with the leather straps
holding them against the ends of the bar, but nothing she did would allow her
any freedom. Through her gag she uttered a cry of pleasure as she came for the
first time. The men did not hear it as the movement of her head was ringing the
cow bell almost continuously.
She wanted release, but none was coming. She felt another orgasm
approaching, and the man displayed no signs of wanting to quite. Once again her
cry of pleasure was muffled by the gag and masked by the sounds of the cow bells
ringing. She felt herself coming a third time, and then a fourth. The fifth
occurred just before the man was done.
She hung limply in her bondage. It was the greatest sexual experience she
had ever had.
And the other man had not taken his turn yet.
Primed as she was by the first man's use of her body, she came rapidly.
The orgasms came quickly and as loudly as the rubber ball filling her mouth
would allow.
She wanted more but she was too tired to beg for it when he was done.
She heard them walk away discussing the price of horses. She had played
her part her their daily pleasure. Now their discussion had turned to something
important.
She realized the mistress would know she was not ringing the cow bell. She
jerked her head up-and-down, up-and-down. She did not want to be punished.
And if she was lucky, maybe she would attract more men by signaling to all
that her titties were delightfully large.
