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<HTML><FONT BACK="#ffffff" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" SIZE=2 PTSIZE=10>Subject: Bondage Slave Girls Chapter 27 (new) (bdsm n/c MF/F tort/sp)<BR>
From: <A HREF="mailto:kilogram22@aol.com ">kilogram22@aol.com </A> (Kilogram22)<BR>
Date: 11/21/2000 9:16 PM Eastern Standard Time<BR>
Message-id: <20001121211605.28239.00002103@ng-md1.aol.com><BR>
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STANDARD DISCLAIMER The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT<BR>
entertainment and has been posted only to an appropriate group on the Internet.<BR>
If it is found in any other place this is not the responsibility of the author.<BR>
All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living<BR>
or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or<BR>
endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of which are<BR>
dangerous or illegal.<BR>
<BR>
Slave Girls in Bondage<BR>
<BR>
Chapter 27<BR>
<BR>
Colleen stood with her feet spread almost a meter apart. She knew how<BR>
vulnerable this position made her, but she also knew what would happen to her<BR>
if she did not obey the woman's orders. The woman who gave the orders was a<BR>
whipmistress, of that she was certain. There were several men about, inspecting<BR>
her body by both sight and touch, but the whipmistress was in charge.<BR>
It was well-known that a man might take sympathy on a beautiful woman and<BR>
be lenient with her. There was no chance of that happening with a woman.<BR>
Regardless of the owner, man or mistress, the person in charge of disciplining<BR>
the slave girls was invariably a woman, a whipmistress. Colleen knew this woman<BR>
would like nothing better than punishing her. She had to be a most obedient,<BR>
most submissive slave girl. Oh, she knew deep inside that they would punish her<BR>
anyway, but she did not want to do anything to irritate this woman.<BR>
The buxom redhead wore nothing more than a garter belt, stockings, and<BR>
high heels. Since she was only a slave girl, she really had no need of clothing<BR>
other than that. The few items they allowed her provided her with no modesty at<BR>
all. Instead, they enhanced her charms, drawing attention to her crotch.<BR>
The naked beauty was glad for one thing, they had taken off that<BR>
humiliating cowbell they had her wear when they paraded her through town. The<BR>
harness was gone as well, only to be replaced by a leather blindfold that kept<BR>
any light at all from getting through to her eyes. She had only a small<BR>
fraction of a second to see about her. She was inside a building, no doubt in<BR>
the slave quarters. Nevertheless, other than that, she had no idea where she<BR>
was.<BR>
With the blindfold in place, they had wrapped a wide leather collar about<BR>
her neck on top her slave collar. Hands removed the handcuffs only to refasten<BR>
them before her body. Her hands were then drawn over her head and the short<BR>
chain connecting the links locked to a ring on the back of the leather collar.<BR>
So, for a period of time, she stood naked in this vulnerable position<BR>
while they inspected her. Hands groped her oversized boobs at the same time<BR>
fingers explored her pussy. She wanted to draw her legs together but knew that<BR>
would only get her punished. She was a slave girl. Her body was there for the<BR>
pleasure of others.<BR>
"All right, you guys, that's enough ogling. Maybe he will let you use her<BR>
when he grows tired of her."<BR>
He.<BR>
She knew her new owner, her master, was a man. The Amazons had said<BR>
nothing to her. They had no need to since she was only a slave girl. Once she<BR>
had submitted to their satisfaction, she had been forced to walk across town.<BR>
The slave binders had insured that she had no idea where they were taking her.<BR>
To the home of her master.<BR>
She felt hands attaching the end of a leash to a ring on the collar under<BR>
her chin.<BR>
"Come on, Little Pussy, it's time you learn the meaning of life."<BR>
A jerk on the leash told the buxom redhead to move forward. She was unused<BR>
to the leash; she was unused to walking blindfolded. Yes, she was badly in need<BR>
of training. She tried to move as quickly as she could. She did not want to<BR>
displease the whipmistress. She did not want to be punished again.<BR>
Her tentative steps forward were too slow. She felt one jerk after another<BR>
on the leash.<BR>
Finally they came to a stop. Her hands were secured behind her back again,<BR>
and then the blindfold was removed.<BR>
The whipmistress sat on a chair before her. Colleen thought this was<BR>
because the whipmistress was a free person and she was merely a slave girl. She<BR>
was wrong though. By sitting, the whipmistress had no trouble reaching Colleen<BR>
pubic area.<BR>
"I gave you an order to come along, but you did not obey. I had to tug on<BR>
the leash several times. Do you think you deserve to be punished for that?"<BR>
The buxom beauty knew that if she disagreed, she would be punished for<BR>
that. She was only a slave girl. If a free woman wanted to punish her, she<BR>
could do nothing less than agree to it. She could do more. If the gag was not<BR>
filling her mouth, she would have to beg to be punished.<BR>
Colleen nodded.<BR>
"My favorite way to punish a slave girl is to trim her pubic hair."<BR>
The naked beauty felt relieved. She was proud of her red bush. It showed<BR>
anyone who saw it that she was a natural redhead. If the whipmistress wanted<BR>
to trim it some, perhaps shave some of the area, it would not be too bad a<BR>
punishment.<BR>
The whipmistress produced a pair of needle-nosed pliers.<BR>
"I think about twenty-five groups would be in order."<BR>
Colleen could do nothing but stand there with her legs spread while the<BR>
woman grabbed one of the pubic hairs near her flesh and jerked it out by the<BR>
root.<BR>
"Mmmfftt!"<BR>
It was uncomfortable, but not nearly as painful as the paddling she had<BR>
received from the Amazons that morning.<BR>
The next time the whipmistress grabbed two hairs.<BR>
"Mmmmfffftttt! Mmmffff! Mmmfffff!"<BR>
"You don't like that, do you? Maybe next time you will obey me without<BR>
hesitation."<BR>
"Mmmmfffftttt! Mmmffff! Mmmfffff!"<BR>
For the next twelve or fifteen times, she was content to grab a few hairs.<BR>
"Mmmmfffftttt! Mmmffff! Mmmfffff!"<BR>
Colleen knew the pain was not that grab. What caused her to moan through<BR>
her gag was the humiliation of having her pubic hair ripped out while she stood<BR>
there and let the woman do it. She was only a slave girl. There was nothing<BR>
else she could do.<BR>
Smiling up at the naked captive, the whipmistress inserted the nose of the<BR>
pliers into the curly mass of hairs at the slave girl's crotch. This time she<BR>
was not content to pluck out a few. This time she went for a dozen or more,<BR>
twisting the pliers to wrap the hairs about it.<BR>
"Mmmmfffftttt!" That time the pain was intense. The buxom redhead wanted to<BR>
pull her legs together to protect her crotch. She knew that was what the<BR>
whipmistress wanted her to do. That would give her a reason to paddle her.<BR>
She had not even jerked yet, and the pain was becoming unbearable simply<BR>
from the pull on hairs.<BR>
"Mmmmmmmmfffffftttttt!!!!"<BR>
The whipmistress jerked on the pliers but had so many she could not pull<BR>
them out.<BR>
"Mmmmmmmmfffffftttttt!!!!"<BR>
"Mmmmmmmmfffffftttttt!!!!"<BR>
"Mmmmmmmmfffffftttttt!!!!"<BR>
"Have you learned your lesson?" Colleen replied with an enthusiastic<BR>
nodding of her head. "Do you promise to do exactly what I tell you to do? Do<BR>
you promise to be a good little slave girl?"<BR>
The naked slave girl nodded. She was at the point where she was willing to<BR>
do anything to avoid being punished again.<BR>
"Now I want you to turn around. Stand with your legs spread apart like<BR>
they are now, and show me your best asset."<BR>
Colleen had little doubt what her best asset was. She was a slave girl.<BR>
She existed only to bring pleasure to others.<BR>
"Put your head back so you stare straight ahead. Your pussy is now a<BR>
public playground. Anyone can use it and you will enjoy it."<BR>
After she had finished examining Colleen's pussy (and commenting on the<BR>
amount of use it had seen in the past), she had the redhead kneel facing her.<BR>
This enabled her to perform a similar examination of Colleen's titties. She<BR>
kneaded them and pinched the nipples. Wondering aloud how big they would be if<BR>
extended, she grabbed them by the nipples and pulled them as far toward her as<BR>
she could.<BR>
Attaching a leash to the slave girl's collar in front under her chin, she<BR>
brought the buxom captive to her feet. It was a short distance to the entrance<BR>
to the slave quarters. Having previously been a free woman, she was not<BR>
familiar with slave entrances. She had no idea where she was.<BR>
"I'm going to sit over here in the shade while you show off your wares.<BR>
Every time a free man or woman walks down this alley, you will do as you just<BR>
did for me. You will turn around with you legs spread and bend over. If they<BR>
don't stop to comment on what a lovely pussy you have, you will get one stripe<BR>
across the fanny with a cane. Once you bend over, you will maintain that<BR>
position until I tell you to straighten up."<BR>
The whipmistress stepped in front of the naked slave girl. Her titties<BR>
were so deliciously large it would be a shame not to put them on display also.<BR>
"While you're waiting, there is something else you will do. Pull you<BR>
hands higher on your back. Good. Now rotate your shoulders so these girls<BR>
wiggle. If you stop, I'm going to use the cane on your nipples."<BR>
Colleen did as she was ordered. Her tits seemed to take on a life of<BR>
their own once they were in motion. They wiggled merrily back and forth.<BR>
That was how the beautiful redhead spent the next hour and a half. Few<BR>
people came down the alley. Those who did were treated to the sight of the<BR>
buxom redhead bent over, displaying her pussy.<BR>
Since she was only another beautiful, buxom slave girl, nobody stopped to<BR>
admire her pussy. Tears streamed down her face as the willowy cane slapped<BR>
loudly on her bottomcheeks.<BR>
The whipmistress sat in the shade sipping a cool drink as she wondered how<BR>
long it would be before she was allowed to enjoy the slave girl's body.<BR>
Few people came down the alley. It was a shortcut only for people in a<BR>
hurry. She was certain more have come this way had they know this luscious<BR>
slave girl was out on display. She did not have time for anything fancy.<BR>
Colleen's master would be home from work early, eager to sample the charms of<BR>
his latest slave girl.<BR>
The naked beauty was happy when the woman led her back inside. Even being<BR>
led around by a leash was preferable to showing her wares to the public. She<BR>
knelt at the whipmistress's feet. The woman leaned forward to remove the gag<BR>
from the beautiful woman's mouth.<BR>
"I want you to show me that you know what your tongue is for. Lick my<BR>
boots until they are clean."<BR>
The whipmistress wore leather boots that came up to the knee. Slowly<BR>
Colleen leaned forward so she could reach the leather with her extended tongue.<BR>
Slowly she dragged the tip of her tongue across the leather.<BR>
She felt the mistress's hands on the back of her head, pulling her face<BR>
forward so her mouth was pressed against the leather.<BR>
"You don't have much enthusiasm for the job. Try harder. And look at me<BR>
while you are doing it."<BR>
The captive redhead pulled her head back so she could look up. The<BR>
woman's knee obstructed her view of her face. She moved her head to the side.<BR>
The smile on the woman's face told her she was doing as was expected.<BR>
Extending her tongue again, she slowly dragged it across the leather.<BR>
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To be continued. Comments welcomed.<BR>
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