Frank Campbell - Bound Ankles

She paused again to look into the room before the girls, “But there are the twins...”

Jan almost screamed. Considering the huge rubber wad hold tightly in her mouth and pressing her tongue down, she managed a surprisingly loud sound in the small room. The shocked mother tossed her head from side to side the few inches allowed her and seemed to be trying to jerk her body against the cords holding her welded to the post. But Julie’s rope work was good and the naked girl simply could not move.

“My, my, aren’t we upset,” purred Margaret. “You don’t” seem to be enjoying the prospect of your little girls entering an old and respected profession—that of slavegirl.” She was really enjoying every second of this and every ounce of pain in Jan’s eyes. “It’s really not much different from what they would have gotten if I kept them. I would have had to keep them in constant bondage. And probably had to punish them several times a week. Where they’re going, and I have no idea where that is, they’ll be kept prisoners and punished when they don’t obey, It’s really that simple, don’t you see.

“Now don’t go getting your hopes up. I told Rashad to sell them to someone who understands that they are expert escape artists and can’t be trusted for a second. He assures me he knows several people who are quite capable of keeping them prisoners.”

She paused for a minute to watch the emotions racing across Jan’s face. Donna couldn’t see her friends face too well but she was sure Jan was feeling rage, fear, anger and hurt, all at the same time.

“It’s about time for me to meet Rashad. I do hope you two enjoy your show. You’ll get to see Rashad and his men ‘package’ your girls for shipment to where ever it is he holds them while he finds a buyer. I’ve been told that sometimes he holds an actual slave auction, with bidders, and the girls in chains, and everything. Wouldn’t that be exciting to see? I don’t know if your girls will be sold at auction. Rashad says that it might be better to just sell them to someone he knows will be able to keep them safely secured. I mean, why take a chance on a random buyer? Well, enough chit-chat. Enjoy,”

Miss Margaret Summers must have really had to go because Donna had the feeling she would have liked to stay longer and gloat in Jan’s face some more. Beside her in the near darkness, Donna could see Jan trying to jerk at the cords holding her. The sounds that escaped the gag were heart-wrenching. Donna wished there was something she could do but she was just an observer in this drama, the same as the girl’s mother.

The drama didn’t take long to enter the next phase. The door to the room before them opened and in walked a man dressed in an elegant business suit, gray with blue pinstripes. He was followed by two other men, also in business suits but not of the same quality. Then came Margaret. Donna noticed the way the man who was obviously the leader, and therefore the Rashad Margaret had mentioned, professionally appraise Margaret’s well stacked figure. Donna hoped he was sizing her up for some slave shackles and a quick sale to a very cruel master.

After a moment of talk, which the two naked and bound girls could not hear, Patsy was brought into the room. The teenager was still naked and still wearing the handcuffs on her arms and legs. Julie almost had to carry her in for she started struggling the instant she saw the men standing there. Maybe she guessed what was happening, maybe not, but either way she didn’t want to go. The two assistants came to Julie’s aid and between the three of them the slender teenage girl had no chance. She was held firmly in the middle of the room while the handcuffs were unlocked and removed from her arms. She tried to fight but six hands with adult strength were easily too much for her. Margaret approached and handed one of the men a coil of what looked like sash cord, thin, very strong, and a cruel bondage means for any girl. She arranged it so they turned the girl around, giving Donna and Jan a good view of the binding of youthful arms. The cord first looped the elbows and pulled them together. A dozen loops of cord were wrapped, from every appearance as tightly as the man could. Then that was cinched down and knotted several times. Another cord caught her wrists to lock them together.

There were some boxes by one wall and Patsy was lifted and deposited on one face down. Expert hands then bound her legs together at the three usual places, the ankles, above and below the knees. Donna winced at how tight the cords were going on and heard Jan’s whines of emotional agony.

When the rubber wad gag was forced into her mouth, Patsy almost succeeded in biting one of the hands. It only earned her a slap across the face that must have stunned the girl. Her eyes didn’t quite seem to be focusing while the rubber was shoved in and strapped tightly in place. By the time Patsy was herself again, she was effectively silenced.

One of the assistants then produced what looked like a leather bag. Donna vaguely recalled reading something about a leather hood that could be put over a girl’s head and laced up. It was called a discipline helmet or hood or something like that. While one man and Julie held the naked girl very tight, the other fitted the soft leather hood over Patsy’s head, smoothing it out so it fitted like a second skin. Then he carefully threaded and tightened the laces down the back, pulling the black leather tight across all of her head. After the laces were done and knotted, the bottom of the hood, really a leather strap attached to the hood, was pulled tight and buckled. Then a small padlock was used to secure it.

When they were finished, gone was the pretty features of an innocent young teenager. Instead there was a totally black head with no features beyond a small bit of skin showing where her nose fitted through a hole. Donna shuddered at the thought of having to wear one of those. It would be uncomfortable at first but she hated to think of what it might become like inside that tight leather sheath.

The rest of Patsy’s preparations for transportation were simple. One of the boxes that their kidnappers had used to bring them to this house was brought forward and opened. The helpless, silent and blind girl was lowered into it, folded into a ball and strapped down tightly. Then the top was screwed back on and one very helpless teenage girl was ready for shipment The box was casually pushed to one side.

Pip was a repeat performance. The same thin cord was used to bind her arms and legs, the same kind of rubber wad gag, and the same punishment hood laced up tight on her head. Donna and Jan were forced to watch every detail in horror and mute helplessness of their own as each girl was prepared. There followed some discussion between Margaret and that man Rashad, followed by the assistants carrying out one of the boxes. Margaret and Rashad left the room, perhaps to go somewhere so he could pay Miss, Margaret Summers her money. A few minutes later the men returned and, carried out the other box.

Not long after that Margaret returned to her prisoners.

“Well, honey, the little trouble makers are gone. I don’t know where and don’t care so long as I never see them again. And I doubt I will. Rashad and his men seemed to really know what they were doing. And I’m sure if he says a buyer for the girls will be able to keep them prisoners, then he will. I wonder if someone will’ buy them as a set or if he will have to break them up?”

Jan moaned loudly and jerked her head wildly against the strap around her neck.

“Oh, poor Jan is upset about something. Well, I’ll just go away and let her have a chance to calm down.” Margaret kissed Donna on a cheek and cupped on breasts in a strong hand. She squeezed tight for a second then let go. “Good bye, Donna. Tonight we’ll see about beginning your training in how a slavegirl satisfies her mistress. Or did Jan already train you? Ah, I see it in your eyes. Well, we’ll see just how good you are.”