Hans Meijer - The slave girl

"Open it up, you silly bitch." Seth Burdett's approach to a problem was unmistakable.

Wardress Tamura, disordered in scanty night attire, used her keys, then allowed herself to be bound. Shewas frightened.

"C'mon, Bonzo. Use that flame thrower."

Corey adored him. The oxygen torch flared with a roat. As its heat approached their shackles the prisoners of Imballa cringed away. "Push their feet the way you want them, Bonzo. Never mind the anklets, get the chain." For the first time he met the startle but worshipful regard of his two slaves. "Watch this, girls. You're going to love it."

A cutting torch is indeed a thing to see! Two slavegirls stared in flinching joy as links dissolved. "You'll have to wear the shackle and one link, love. Can't get the heat any closer to your tootsie."

Even with the weight of an iron band and one link on each ankle the girls walked with wings as a strong hand pushed them through Imballa's blasted gates to the waiting trucks. "I've got my army to attend to." Seth told them. "Talk to this guy while you're waiting… Oh, and here's that trick of the corporal's." He linked one elbow from each girl with the bite of handcuffs. "Hold on to 'em, Hunter, they're a slippery pair."

"That guy's a miracle." reid Hunter kissed them both with real affection. "We're getting you back for peanuts. This army of his won't run us more than a hundred grand. You'll be back in te U.S.A. tomorrow." He eyed their shared handcuff approvingly. "That's a damn cute way of keeping you together. Good mind do deliver you like that."

They were hysterical with happiness. Corey's fire burned bright. She wondered if the handcuff above her elbow held any particular significance! But what did it matter, she and Audrey loved each other. On the other hand…! She shrugged a thought away as Reid answered a question. "Syroid? Oh sure. Slimy bastard but we hired him to get us the floor plan. Easy for him to visit you on a pretex."

The girls told nothing. They were ashamed of Mr. Syroid. Their rectums were still tender from his legal machinations. Doubtfully, Corey asked: "Isn't the roof going to blow off the United Nations about this raid?" "Hell, no!" Reid chuckled. "We also bribed the governor. We fired a few shots but didn't hit anyone. The whole thing's going to be blamed on Bandits, political dissidents who want their girl friends back."

"But the staff and prisoners will have seen…?"

Reid Hunter's chuckles seemed endless. "That's been taken care of too." He winked at Corey. "That Slave Trader of yours is out of this world. You can guess what he's going to do?"

They giggled. They could not help it. Wardress Tamura headed the coffle, her arms tight bound behind her back, the collar locked on her neck. Each female prisoner was similarly tied as the chain prisoned their necks. "The guy's going to make a fortune out of this." Reid enthused. "Never have thought of it myself."

"But they're such a handsome lot of girls… for convicts!" "It's the young ones who go political. They got prison for helping some fool boy friend toss dynamite."

There were two coffles of twenty each. Two trucks roared away, well loaded with female flesh, all helpless, all chained. In the growing light of dawn some of them had smiled as they were thrust over the tailgate. "Those girls were wasted in that rathole." Burdett bestowed his best sardonic grin. "So were you two. Dammit, you've given me a lot of trouble!" "Aren't we worth it?"

"Hmmmmmmph, still smartass, eh?" He turned to Reid.

"There you are, you've got 'em. You'd better get to that damn plane of yours. They're nicely attached, so they shouldn't give you any static." "I'm not going." Corey said firmly.

"That handcuff says you have to, love."

"Take it off, then."

It was a silent quartette, each of them aware. Audrey broke it. "She's in love with her Slave Trader, Reid. He actually does own her."

Seth held up the tiny key, his eyes steel grey upon his love. "You know what will happen to you if I use this?"

"Yes, Master. I want it to happen." Seth used the key on Audrey, clipping the freed cuff on the opposite elbow of his slave so that her arms were constrained behind her back. "You two go to the plane. Our little masochist and I'll meet you there in a couple of hours."

After awhile, alone together in the hired car, Corey ventured: "Thank you for taking me back, Master."

"You're nuts, love. No home, no security, just the coffle and a whipping every Friday."

"Thank you, Master. It's all I want."

Burdett sighed. "I know that's true. You wouldn't be sitting there if I didn't."

Corey sat in bliss. The iron on her ankles felt gorgeous: she would wear them always. The bite of chrome above her elbows became the loving clasp of her Master's hands. The blacksmith came as no surprise.

"Please don't have him strike off my anklets, Master?" "Too right I won't! I like 'em. Damn practical."

Corey gasped at the collars the smith placed in line for her approval. "Pick your own, love. You'll wear it forever. Rings front and back for the coffle."

The slave made her choice: heavy iron to match her anklets. She knelt and bent her neck within the opened circle on the anvil. It closed. When the rivets were inserted her sensations were so intense she became fearful of orgasm… The hammer blows mashed metal to form a weld. When she rose, suddenly shy and flushed, her owner kissed her properly for the first time. The snug weight on her neck sent her pulse soaring. "Shouldn't I have one on each wrist, Master?" She asked demurely.

"Damn right! But another time, love." His hand on her cuffed arm propelled her to the car. "You picked the right collar, love. I'm damn proud of you." Corey was proud too. She was a bride with something better than a ring. Reid Hunter inspected her collar with awe, Audrey with adoration. There was much kissing…

Corey would have liked her elbows back, but after all, she was only a slave! Reid Hunter winked as he handed Seth the Slaver an envelope.

"Money." Burdett said laconically. "I can afford to get married if I ever find the right girl." They were back in the car, the plane a dot in the sky. "I couldn't care less." Corey said haughtily. "What are you going to do with me?"

"The trucks are taking the long way round. We'll meet 'em at the usual rendezvous for the coffle. I'm doing it that way to keep the girls out of sight. By the time the trek's ended they'll be in good physical shape and we can slip 'em into the auction cages without a snag. Maybe their boyfriends will buy 'em back."

"Please whip wardress Tamure a little for me, Master?"

"Hell, do it yourself, girl. You'll be free night and morning for the chores. I'll lend you the whip I use on you."

"Thank you, Master. It's a lovely whip." She paused, then asked, shyly: "The coffle's going to be my home, isn't it? You'll keep me chained on it?"

"Always. You'll be my Judas goat."

"Please, never let me free, Master."

"You've had it, love! For sure! Where d'you want to be on the chain? First girl, or on the tail end?"

Corey Gibson glowed. It would be a pleasant option to consider on the journey.