Slave Girls in Bondage
Chapter 41
Bound as she was with Jane on top her, Julie could not see much of what
was going on.
Julie knew that Jane was just as helpless as she was. The main
difference between the two was that Jane's bottom was raised in the air and
exposed.
Julie moved her head from one side to the other to see if there was some
way she could get out of that position. The presence of Julie's thighs so close
to her face kept her from rotating her head more than a few centimeters to
either side. The other woman's thighs acted like vice to keep her head steady.
Just when Julie thought things could not get worse, someone grabbed her
hair to pull her head up. Unseen hands shoved a shim under her head to keep her
nose only a centimeter from her sister captive's pussy.
"I'm not going to move my head. I'm not going to move at all."
While Julie occupied with thoughts with futile thoughts that she had
some control over her body, they fastened a leather strap about each of Jane's
thighs. While she saw enough to know they were doing that, she could not see
them attach ends of chains to rings on the straps. By pulling the chains, they
dragged the captive's knees outwards. With this, Jane's body sagged down until
her pussy rested on Julie's nose.
Julie wiggled in a vain attempt to try to get her nose out, but
discovered she was only exciting the woman on top her. Jane's bondage had not
made her immobile. She could move a little which she did. They raising her fanny
in the air and then bringing it down again, she was able to drag her pussy
across Julie's nose.
Julie decided that before she came to the Health and Beauty Spa again,
she would find out exactly what kind of activity they had planned for her. While
she liked Jane and would certainly not have objected if the woman was on the
bottom with her nose in Julie's pussy, they had not warned her about this. There
were certain activities that slave girls did only to mistresses (and to other
slave girls).
They pulled the chains under the platform where they attached them to
hooks. This held Jane in that position.
Julie had other things to worry about as two women pulled her feet in
the air. Once they had her legs pointed toward the ceiling, they pulled them
apart. These women leaned against Jane's legs to pin the fronts of her thighs
against the pillory. A couple more women fastened straps about her lower thighs
and then ran chains between the straps and rings on the pillory. These chains
kept her legs in this position once they let go.
Julie thought this was an embarrassing and revealing position, but soon
she did not care. She felt a tongue probing her pussy. She quickly forgot about
Jane as she became aroused.
During the commotion of being bound, Julie had not heard them bring
another slave girl into the room. This captive knelt on the floor beneath Jane's
head. Once the gag was removed from her mouth, she began licking Julie's pussy.
The slave girl had been well trained so she knew immediately what they expected
of her. (Is she one of their captives we have met along the way? Perhaps. All
slave girls with the large bosom and long hair look pretty much the same.)
As Julie began to come, her whole body began to writhe (as best it could
while in bondage). Her nose worked back and forth in Jane's pussy, exciting the
woman laying on top her. Julie did not want to do this, but she could no longer
control her body. The ecstasy of multiple orgasms was too great. She moved her
head up and down, left and right. She could tell Jane was close to an orgasm
herself.
"If they just wanted us to eat each other…"
Smack!
Julie had not seen the paddle coming. She did not realize anyone was
going to be spanked until she heard the sound of wood striking the soft flesh of
a woman's round bottom.
Julie moved her head back, her nose running through Jane's pussy. Smack!
In this position, she saw the next blow land on the woman's round bottomcheeks.
Though she remained motionless, Jane squirmed about in vain. While she could not
stop the third blow from landing on her bottom, she did manage to excite herself
further by rubbing her pussy on Julie's raised nose. The young woman was close
to an orgasm as the fourth blow landed.
Julie felt Jane's body shutter from the blows and from her first orgasm.
That did not stop the blows from coming. The buxom brunette could not see all
the blows because they switched to Jane's hips and thighs. They wanted to
inflict the maximum pain before giving Jane the opportunity to beg to be a slave
girl.
The blows with the paddle continued but Julie had other things on her
mind. She fought the orgasm as long as she could but some things were
inevitable. She emitted a moan through the ballgag.
"I guess they are showing us that anyone can enjoy being spanked," the
luscious brunette thought as she felt the stirring of another orgasm begin.
Julie had no idea how many swats to the fanny Jane had taken when the
woman welding the paddle moved around to the other end of the platform.
"Well, Jane. You know what it is like to be a slave girl. You can either
beg for a collar, or I can wear out another paddle on your ass."
Julie could not tell what Jane's answer was as she was going through
another orgasm at the time. She realized in second her answer must have been
affirmative as they freed Jane from her bondage so they could pull her to her
feet.
She heard the sounds of them encouraging Jane to put her throat in the
collar. She heard Jane's first spanking as a slave girl. The young woman made
her way around the group, receiving a spanking from each woman before using her
mouth to thank her.
They had not totally ignored Julie as the slave girl who was eating her
pussy continued hard at work. The buxom brunette tried to listen to find out
what was happening to Jane as she knew it would soon happen to her. Julie
continued to struggle with her bondage, but every twenty or thirty seconds she
paused to emit another moan of pleasure.
When they were finished with Jane, it was Julie's turn. They dragged
Jane, now properly adorned with a slave collar, over to the position she had
before on top Julie. They had no need for another slave girl to assistant them
now. Once they had removed the gag, they pressed Jane's mouth onto Julie's
pussy.
"Faster. Faster. Do you want another spanking?"
Jane's mouth and tongue worked much faster now. The Amazons stood around
smiling. Cathy readied the paddle when it was evident Julie was about to come.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
That was how the buxom brunette spent the next half-hour. Every orgasm
was accompanied by another series of swats with the paddle. By the time they
finished, her bottom cheeks and upper by were bright red. She was willing to do
anything to keep from being spanked again.
A pair of Amazons moved to Julie's head.
"We can stop now or continue until morning. Do you agree to be a slave
girl? Blink your eyes twice if you agree."
Julie was willing to do anything to avoid being spanked anymore. She
blinked her eyes twice just as they had told her to do. With Jane's bottom on
her face, they could see nothing.
"I think she wants more."
Julie blinked twice more.
"What was that?"
Julie blinked twice more, paused a few seconds, then blinked twice more.
In a matter of seconds, they had a ballgag back in Jane's mouth. They
pulled her bottom up in the air so they could slide Julie out from under her. As
she landed on the floor, they pulled her arms behind her back to handcuff them
out of the way. Two hands pulled her head back. As her mouth opened as a reflex,
they pushed a ballgag in.
"Crawl over here and put your throat against this collar, or we will
have a new torment for you."
Julie twisted her head about. Cathy held a black leather slave collar in
her hands. The buxom brunette did not want to be a slave girl, but neither did
she want another spanking like the one she had just endured. She knew she had
no choice. Slowly she nodded.
"Put your throat right here." The Amazon's right hand held one end of
the collar. Her left hand supported the other end with her index finger pointed
to the center.
The luscious captive crawled across the floor to the waiting Amazon. To
keep her from hesitating, one of her captoresses followed her with a switch that
she periodically tapped against Julie's already's sore bottom.
When she reached a spot half a meter in front of Cathy, she lowered her
head, placing her throat against the leather band. The Amazon brought her knees
together to pin her head into position. There was no backing out now. The
beautiful brunette was going to be a slave girl.
Once Cathy had the collar locked about her neck, she turned her
attention to Julie's hair. With the pins out, her long dark tresses fell down
over her shoulders.
Julie now looked no different than the hundreds of other slave girls the
Amazons had. (Okay, her boobs were larger than most.)
The ritual began for another slave girl. Cathy pulled the buxom brunette
over her lap to give her a slave girl's traditional first spanking. After that,
Julie knelt with her face between Cathy's legs to use her tongue to thank her
for turning her into a slave girl. Other Amazons wanted to share in the fun and
pleasure. From each, Julie received a sound spanking. Long before they were done
with her, her lips and tongue were tired.
She needed training if she was going to please these Amazons.
An hour later the Amazons secured the two new slave girls back together
on a different platform. This platform had two oval sections, one to support
Jane's lower back and another to support her upper shoulders and head.
Jane already lay on her back on the bottom when they dragged Julie to
her, her arms secured under the platform. They had Julie lay on top her so her
face was in the other's crotch. They pulled her arms around Jane's body. Because
of the gap in the platform, they were able to bind her so she tightly hugged the
other woman's body. With Julie already secured, they bound Jane so tightly
clutched Julie's body.
With the gags out and their faces in each other's crotch, little
direction was needed.
The Amazons watched the two come again and again. Within a day or two
the two would be ready to service the Amazons.
When they grew tired of the spectacle of two new slave girls exciting
each other, some moved out into the hallway.
All wore black leather catsuits except one who had not been present
during the subjugation process. Her attire was a black cotton suit. No one would
think she was an Amazon. Her name was Charlene Charles.
"I met Debbie today. She seemed interested, but said she did not have
any opening. She said she would see me in mind if one came up." She paused to
look through the doorway where the two newly-collared slave girls were making
loud noises as they came. "I think she will have an opening for an office
assistant."
The Amazons all laughed.
Their plan was working to perfection. Charlene had made the contact
with Nancy can get a job in the Acme College of Cosmetology. Once she was in
the job and knew what was going on, they would be ready to take it over.
"You know," said Clarissa, "I don't think anything can stop us now."
Miranda appeared in the doorway with a puzzled look on her face.
"Has anyone seen Lori?"
