THE PURLOINED SLAVE GIRL

Kilogram

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Chapter One

            Many theories abound as to the best position in which to place a slave girl about to be sold.  How can anyone say one position is better than another?  The proper position is a function of the manner in which the slave girl is sold, the wishes of the seller and the needs of the buyer.  

            The slave girl, of course, has no say in the matter.

            The most common position is the “mercantile” position.  The slave girl is positioned on an auction block while the bidders (and curious onlookers) are arrayed about the object for sale.  On orders from the auctioneer, or seller, the slave girl changes direction so all may see exactly what they are bidding on.

            This position is best when there are a large number of potential buyers.  All the slave markets use this for their public auctions.

            Another popular position is simply called the “servile” position.  The slave girl kneels at the feet of those interested in buying her.  This position works well when there are a limited number of bidders, or perhaps just one.  This position is often used when the potential buyer knew the slave girl when she was a free woman.

            There is a third position, known by many different names, but we will call it simply the “labia” position.  The buyer knows exactly what he or she is buying, and the slave girl is reminded what her most important asset is.

            Our story opens with two slaves about to put on private display.  They are not for sale, but have been designated as tribute to the Amazons on Saphos, the quarterly culling.  Their names? Who cares? Since both are exceptionally beautiful and exceptionally endowed, Myrtle Manson wanted to show them off to the courier.

            The two slave girls did not know what was about to transpire.  They were slave girls, nothing more.  They needed to know no more than the minimum.  They had only to obey.

            One Amazon brought both into the display room.  She had a tight grip on a leash that ran to the collar of the first slave girl.  The leash of the second ran to a ring on the back of the first slave girl’s collar.  Where one went, the other had to follow.

            They wore minimum clothing.  They would think they were completely undressed, but we know better.  Each wore pink, patent leather sandals with six-inch stiletto heels.  Straps passed across the top of the foot and another about the ankle.  Neither captive could remove a shoe without first unfastening a strap.  Since they were slave girls, they always were kept bound.  Unless there was some compelling reason to have their arms free, they always kept their slave girls bound, gagged and helpless.

            The only other items anyone might consider “clothing” were the shoulder-length pink satin gloves.

            Oh, they wore other things as well.  About each slender neck there was a pink leather slave collar.  On their wrists they wore steel manacles that kept their hands safely behind their backs.  These were not clothing though.  These were the accoutrements of their bondage.

            The Amazon halted.  The lead slave girl stopped immediately and her sister slave took only one step before stopping.

            Smiling at her charges, the Amazon attached the end of the leash to a ring on the wall.  The lead slave was going nowhere without permission.  Taking her by the shoulders, she turned her so she faced the ring, giving herself access to the back of the captive’s neck.  Pushing the long, dark tresses aside, she found the D-ring riveted to the back of the collar.  In seconds, she held the leash of the second slave girl.

            A single jerk on the leash told her to follow.  She led the naked woman a few feet to the left before jerking down on the leash.  Without any verbal order, the slave girl, lowered her left knee to the floor, then brought her right down to join it.  She kept her bottom in the air as she stared down at the floor before her.

            “Sit with you legs out in front of you,” she said as she removed the other end of the leash from the slave girl’s collar.

            While that naked captive assumed the desired position, the mistress retrieved two spreader bars from a cabinet in the corner.  She slid one across the floor to that slave girl’s right.  She squatted at the slave girl’s feet with the other spreader bar to fit a leather cuff about the slave girl’s left ankle.  Eight inches of chain connected the cuff to an eye screw mounted in the spreader bar about two inches from one end.  Taking the captive’s right leg, she pulled it to her left.  In seconds, the Amazon had a cuff about that ankle.  With the cuffs, the chains and the spreader bar, the slave girl could not pull her feet together.

            “Lay back,” she said as she rose.  The brunette did that, trying to keep from hitting her head on the floor.

            The Amazon ignored her as she turned her attention to the second slave girl.  She led her a few feet in the direction of the first captive before having her kneel.  In just three minutes she had leather cuffs attached to her ankles so the spreader bar kept her legs spread.  She directed that slave girl to lie back also.

            Each captive arched her back to try to see what the Amazon intended to do to her next.  They had accepted their status as slave girls so they knew the woman could do to them whatever she wished.  Regardless of what it was, each would fake loving it.

            The Amazon removed a pin on a windlass.  By turning a handle, she allowed a chain to drop from the ceiling at the feet of the slave girl on the right.  When three or four links rested on the floor, she turned her attention to another windlass next to it.  In seconds she had a chain touching the floor at the feet of each captive.

            She returned to the naked captives to lock the last link of the chain to another eye screw on the spreader bar, this one midway between the other two.  When she had both locked, she returned to the windlasses.

            Using both hands, she pulled down on a lever attached to the windlass.  The chain grew shorter by a couple of inches.  Another tug down caused the spreader bar to rise half an inch in the air.  Pausing just a second, she shoved the lever down with both hands.  Inch by inch she pulled the spreader bar in the air. 

            The legs of the slave girl rose in the air.  She felt the lower part of her buttocks rising.  Before all her weight was gone from her bottom, she chain began drawing her upper body across the floor.  A minute after the Amazon started, the slave girl’s bottom started to rise from the floor followed by her lower back.  Her weight rested on her shoulders and then her head.  In a minute she hung suspended in the air.  The Amazon continued to pull down on the lever until she had elevated the slave girl’s body to the desired height above the floor.  She then inserted the locking pin to hold the chain in position before moving to the next windlass.

            Oh, what an ignoble position.  The slave girl’s pussy was a neck level (for an Amazon) so they had an unobstructed view.  The weight of the captive’s body kept her from pulling her legs together.  She could only hung there helplessly while others inspected her love nest.

            Now you see why they call it the “labia position.”

            A few minutes later Myrtle came into the room with another Amazon who had arrived with fresh orders.  Myrtle was the charge d’affairs for the Amazons to the Kingdom of Lemuria.

            “These are the two you have for me to take back?” the second Amazon asked as Myrtle opened the letter.

            It was a stupid question that did not deserve an answer.

            “Brenda, did they give you any idea how I am to do this?” she said, waving the letter in the air.  We have the name of the second Amazon, Brenda.

            “They said it was at your discretion.”

            We will ignore Myrtle’s subsequent tirade to reveal the contents of the letter.  Good King Harold of Lemuria had arranged for the marriage of his daughter Belinda to the son of the Prince of Echom.  This alliance would not work to the Amazons’ benefit.  This alliance had to be stopped.

            Those were the orders to Myrtle – stop the alliance.

            While the Amazon ranted and raved about the lack of fairness in her orders, Brenda inspected the two captives she was to take back to Saphos.

            The slave girl nearer the door could see little.  The knees of the Amazon were only inches from her face so she knew what the woman looked at.  This position, though, was designed for more than looking.  She squirmed about when she felt the woman’s fingers playing with her pussy.

            The second slave girl reacted in the same manner when Brenda moved on to her

            “They don’t like being played with,” Brenda observed as she turned back to Myrtle whose tirade was winding down.  “It will be fun teaching not only to like it, but to want it more than food or water.”

            Those were chilling words for the two suspended slave girls.  They had a good idea what their fates were to be.  They did not doubt for a second that the Amazons would achieve whatever results they wanted.  In the few weeks since their collaring, they had become quite submissive.  It sounded as though their ordeal was only beginning.

            Myrtle tossed the letter on the conference room table.  She paced to the end of the room and back, fourteen steps in one direction, fourteen in the other.

            “Do you have any idea how you can do it?  They are to be married in less than two weeks.”

            “I have seen the princess; I’ve met her once or twice.  She has long flowing blonde hair.  Her gowns cannot hide the curves.  Her face is as fair as the morning sun.”

            “What?”

            “I’m paraphrasing some of the odes to her I’ve seen.  The men are all hot about her.  The tabloids are forever publishing anonymous odes that some poor sap has written about her.”

            “So, you turn her into a slave girl?”

            “Was there any other plan?”

            Myrtle grabbed a handful of pubic hair at the crotch of the slave girl nearest the door and gave it a sharp twist, just to see the captive react.

            “We’ve been eyeing her every since she turned 18 last summer.  Since her father was the king, she was off limits, but now…”

            Oh, the tragedy of it all!  The slave girls are privy to secret, important information, and there is no way they can pass it on.

            No one would listen to them anyway.  They were only slave girls.

            “She is really quite beautiful.”

            “And you know what the poetesses say.”

            “There is nothing as aesthetically pleasing as having a beautiful face in your crotch,” they recited together and then laughed.

            “Why is it important to stop the alliance?”

            “There is trouble on the frontier, up in the foothills.  Nobody knows what is going on, but several villages are in revolt.”  Brenda paused, looked in both directions to see if anyone listened to them, then added in a conspiratorial whisper, “They say the king’s envoy was thrown into a well.”

            “I haven’t heard that.”

            “It is only a rumor, but it would explain much.  The king wants the alliance so he can concentrate his troops in the hills.”

            “What does that mean to us?”

            “The usual.  The more disorder, the easier it is to slip a collar about the neck of some unsuspecting damsel.”

            The two erupted into laughter at this pleasant thought.

            Brenda was ready to depart immediately after delivering the orders.  She would return to Saphos with the two slave girls.

            While she and Myrtle moved toward the front door where a carriage awaited, two Amazons went to the room to get the two captives.  They lowered one to the floor so they could take off the spreader bar.

            The manacles she wore were the standard ones used on slave girls.  Even if the captive had a key, she could not twist her hands about to get it into a keyhole.  The captive was helpless wearing that bondage device, but it was not enough for the Amazons.

            As a first step, they ran a short chain from the ring on the back of the collar to the manacles.  The shortness of the chain forced the captive to keep her hands at waist level – she had no means of protecting her bottom if someone chose to punish her.  This could create a safety risk for the slave girl as the downward drag on the collar could choke her.  That was something that would not happen in this bondage condition. 

            One Amazon fastened two cuffs to the captive’s right upper arm.  One was near the elbow while the other was several inches higher toward her shoulder. She stood her ground, moving the slave girl by hold her by the shoulders.  She then fastened a pair to her left upper arm in the same position.

            Using the same method as before, she turned her about so the slave girl faced her.  On the front of each cuff was a metal ring.  She retried a leather strap from a cupboard.  On one end was a metal hook.  She attached one end of the strap to the upper ring on the right arm, dragged the strap across her chest above those large bosom to the left arm.  Threading the end through the ring on the other cuff, she pulled it tight by pulling the end of the strap back in the direction from which it had come.  At the end of the strap there was a ring.  She pulled it snug before attempting to match up to rings.  A simple padlock secured the rings together.

            She repeated the process with the lower cuffs, this time running the strap across her chest under the large tits.  She then checked her work by turned the slave girl about so she faced away from her.  The straps pulled the upper arms forward so the captive had to raise her hands further toward her head.  The Amazon found so much slack in the chain to the collar that she had to shorten it.

            As she finished, the Amazon arrived with the second slave girl.  She joined her sister slave tethered to a wall near the exit.

            Since they were only slave girls, they were prohibited from using the entranceway the Amazons used.  They had to use the slave girl’s door in back.  When they received word to take them to the front, one Amazon led the first outside to tether her to a hitching post.  In seconds, her sister slave joined her.

            The other Amazon walked toward a side door.  She would use a free woman’s door to go around in back to retrieve the two naked captives.

            When Brenda was ready to leave, she and Myrtle exchanged superficial, insincere kisses on each check.

            Her carriage waited, the slave girls tethered to the rear.

            The two captives looked around in fear.  This was their first time outside since they had received their collars.  They were afraid that someone they had known when they were free women would see them.  A friend would offer sympathy before laughing.  An enemy would merely laugh. 

            Neither realized that anyone seeing them would see only the naked bodies of slave girls.  That was all the two were, nothing more.

            The carriage started forward with a jolt.  The pace was demanding.  Both slave girls had to trot quickly to keep from being pulled over.  They would not be able to maintain this pace long, but they did not have to. 

            At the city gate, the guards inspected the papers Brenda had for the two.  The registration numbers on the papers matched those on their collars.

            Once beyond the gate, Brenda had the driver stop the carriage so the two could be load on as baggage.  With that done, they started their journey to Saphos.