Corporate Enslavement

by Steven Drukker

  “Move your feet apart. Hold the chains between your ankles taut - get them off the ground.”

  Like a poorly drilled military formation without the discipline of training, the women opened their legs in an uncoordinated fashion, stretching the chains of their leg-irons in varying degrees of sagging compliance to the command. Meredith couldn’t see what was happening at the head of their rank other than there was movement and an occasional slapping sound and the gagged cry of one of their number. As they came closer, she could see the girl in front moving up close behind the girl in front of her. The line had become shorter and Meredith couldn’t hear what was said, but she was far enough back to see a man on one side carrying short leather straps with spring fasteners at both ends while another opposite cut his dog whip sharply into the crease between thigh and buttock of the girl ahead, eliciting a sharp rubber stifled yelp and an immediate further parting of her thighs. She couldn’t lower her head far enough or look down sharply enough to see the leg-irons the girl wore, but she knew enough to edge one foot out as far as she could to draw her own chain as tight as possible. She didn’t want to feel that whip and, to her dismay, she complied with the order to stretch her chain taut in order to avoid it. For whatever reason; fear, recognition of Jonathan as her master, or sheer cowardice; Meredith drew up the heavy chain as she had been ordered. The added weight and the pressure she applied to her ankles was onerous, but as the men turned toward her she whimpered at the sight of the whip and struggled even harder to move her feet apart and tighten the chain.

  “Move up,” said the whip-wielding guard after his counterpart clipped the short leather lead to the ring at the front of Meredith’s collar. At a sharp tug on the lead fixed at her throat under her raised chin, Meredith stumbled forward, nearly tripping as she felt the snubbing effect of her leg-irons. With great effort, she moved forward taking quick small steps, snaking her ankle chain in rattling snapping frenzy between her steel clasped ankles. The weight and mass of leg-irons, burdensome while standing, became punishing as she shuffled forward under their crippling control. The steel gyves bit into her ankles brutally as she snapped the chain taut with each step, causing her to wince and adjust her gait to their cruel and deliberately short measure. The addition of leg-irons to her already severe bondage bore Meredith further down into the morass of her undeserved imprisonment and unjust treatment at the hands of her minders. While she struggled forward, mentally railing at her treatment, but following the constant pull of her neck lead like a leashed animal, she tried to stop some distance behind the girl at the end of the queue, but with an insistent and continuing pull of her leather lead she was urged forward until her diaphragm pressed into the girl’s projecting elbows strapped together behind her back. She watched the girl’s hair being lifted from the back of her neck and cringed as her short lead was snapped to the back of her collar. Meredith had to lean forward with her face just inches away from the dark hair of the girl in front; a wisp of her hair grazed her face and her view forward was completely blocked by the girl’s head. More mortifying than the simple discomfort of strict bondage was the unwanted intimacy demanded by the shortness of her collar lead. Meredith was forced to lodge her jutting breasts between the bound upper arms of the girl before her in line. Her nipples grazed the bulge of her shoulder blades prominently raised by her wrenched back shoulders. She couldn’t draw back, forced to keep her close distance by her coffle strap. In order to preserve some semblance of dignity and stand as far away as she could Meredith arched her back and leaned forward slightly, keeping her hips as far back as she could. If she didn’t, her pubic hair and mons brushed into the prominently displayed buttocks of the girl ahead who stood in the same awkward posture for the same reason. She did more than merely brush against the jutting buttocks in front of her when the unheralded crack of a whip sent shock waves of pain shuddering across her own prominently displayed bottom cheeks.

  “Tighten your chain,” she was admonished as the burning cut of the whip sprung to livid crimson life on her pale cheeks. Feeling as if a line of fire had been drawn across her quivering bottom, Meredith pulled her ankle chain taut, wanting to dance the blistering flame of her agony away somehow. Instead, she simply trembled and endured yet another diminishment of autonomy and control of her fate. Her mental gymnastics gave her pause as she realised she would have to comply to their demands or be whipped, adding yet another layer of crushing defeat to her naked body and mind. Then she felt her hair lifted from behind her neck.

  Darlene’s generously proportioned breasts fit softly and warmly between her former boss’s bound arms. Meredith could feel the stiff turgidity of her nipples touching her shoulder blades. The enforced intimacy of their contact evoked peculiar feelings of embarrassment and familiarity in both women, as they stood so closely linked to each other. Meredith could feel Darlene’s diaphragm move and her breath in her hair as well as the occasional soft contact of her downy pubic thatch and the warm bulge of her pubes against her buttocks until Darlene too assumed the awkward stance of arching her back and jutting her buttocks out to avoid the too intimate contact. They were coffled together like slaves, Meredith realised. The appalling reality of her position and circumstances and her utter inability to alter it; the physical restraints she couldn’t possibly escape, leather strapped and chained steel restraints offering little latitude even for struggle and her gagged silence stilling objection were mere preparation for enslavement. One of more than a dozen hapless women, she shivered in dread sorority with the other naked and bound women as they stood pressed one to the other fearful and waiting.

  The harangue was delivered from behind the women out of their line of sight. Anonymity was impossible; the low leonine roar of Jonathan’s voice was distinct and commanding; its mesmerising effect unmistakable. Since he spoke unseen, the girls listened quietly and in strict attention to his instructions and admonitions. What he asked of them was impossible. Meredith knew she couldn’t possibly do what was demanded of her. Her severe bondage, as with all the girls in their leather-linked line, would prevent them from complying. It surprised her how the whip could make the impossible possible. To be sure, the first few yards of their forced march in the intimate coffle were chaotic. But with the judicious application of dog whips and the booming voice of Jonathan coaching and guiding their efforts, they finally achieved the coordination necessary to move ahead together. Like a fleshy centipede, the women struggled forward in step and in cadence. Meredith was incredulous at the effort it took and that she was actually coffled like a slave along with the other women. Jonathan had told them to key off each other for rhythm and to stay in step. The only way she could do that was to press close, not only with her breasts but with the rest of her body as well. Keeping her mid-section pushed up against the jutting elbows in front, feeling Darlene’s midriff against her own tightly strapped elbows, her breasts cradled between the bound arms ahead with Darlene’s softness pressing insistently between her upper arm with her nipples caressing her bare back, were but static preliminaries to the closeness it required to move together. She had to move up to feel the movement of the girl ahead. Darlene had to move up to feel her movement. Consequently, Meredith was sandwiched between the nude warmth of both girls and the movement of their bodies was coordinated in this way.

  “Keep it closed up. In step, in rhythm, one-two, one-two. Listen to each other, feel each other, keep it up or feel the whip.”

  Jonathan’s sonorities reigned as the naked line of women struggled forward, their leg-irons swirling and clinking between their quickly moving feet. The jangle of chains and the sound of their feet drumming rhythmically on the stony drive were randomly shattered by the sharp crack of a whip lending encouragement and eliciting stifled shrieks of agony and fiery crimson steaks on bare legs as they continued to quick march in their debilitating coffled line. Pushing herself into the undulating buttocks, feeling the rise and fall of the girl’s thighs, Meredith strained to keep pace and stay close to the girl ahea
d straining as she did to keep moving and avoid the whip. Darlene’s pubic hair pressed into Meredith’s strap cleft buttocks and her thighs rose and fell in cadence with her own, brushing the back of Meredith’s churning thighs with their rise and fall at each step. They moved as if glued together, feeling each other’s effort while exerting their own. Darlene jerked and pressed even harder into Meredith when the whip slashed across the back of her thighs. Meredith heard her gurgling scream of agony at the back of her head, concentrating desperately to stay in step and not feel the whip herself; Meredith too sobbed her fear and exertion. Eyes wide with the effort to continue, fright darting from side to side to see if a whip was about to crack across her bared flesh, she lost herself in the sheer effort to keep up. She didn’t have time to think about her sorry state; she was too busy living it.

  Anaesthetised by the effort of her activity, Meredith concentrated on keeping step and place in the coffled line. Unable to see where she was going, unaware of anything but her continuing degradation and diminished status, she felt only the soft warm proximity of straining and naked bodies pressed to her own. She heard the changing sound of their heels and ankle chains, barely noticing the diminished light as they entered a building. Her awareness extended no further than the clean scent of the hair before her face and the pulsing rhythm of her distressfully bound nudity in concert with Darlene behind her and the girl struggling before her. Strangely, she felt as if she had become only part of a whole. The efforts of the first young woman in the coffle seemed to be transmitted directly to Meredith through the chain of warm feminine flesh pressed together in effort and sensual closeness. Her breasts rested between the bound arms of each of the struggling women ahead of her as Darlene’s warm full fleshiness fit between hers, moving and caressing her bare back in universal singularity. Meredith wondered briefly if the other women felt the same sensualisation. Her sheer helplessness, the severity of her inflexible leather and steel restraints and the churning nudity of which she was a part, evoked a breathless excitement not only due to her fear driven efforts, but also because of her part in a bizarre sisterhood of bound suffering and gagged silence. The cruelly cutting strap between her legs that had caused nothing but pain up to now began to stimulate unheralded sensations as she lubricated it with her involuntary but copious vaginal seepage. It hurt so good in its soaked condition she couldn’t help but writhe under its insidious influence. She felt as if the whole file of naked and coffled women were responding as she was. She sensed a soft and persistent sensuality to their movement and their gagged groans of distress became tinged with stifled whimpers of strangely felt arousal. Still, Meredith felt as if she stood out somehow. Her patrician demeanour and strikingly handsome features, her maturity among youth, her arrogant dignity reduced to slobbering incapacity labelled her as a woman among girls; a queen among subjects and her humiliation was the greater for being coupled with them. The excitement she felt was all the more degrading in prompting her response, unwilling and unwanted, yet just as intensely as those younger girls whose slicked thighs matched her own under the peculiar stimulation of hurt and hopelessness and pleasant satisfaction provided apparently by not only the intercrural strap, but the whole experience of their bondage and captivity. The difference between Meredith’s sobs of anguish and her whining arousal blended like the warmly moving nakedness of their coffle. Nearly half the women reached orgasm before they reached the clinic. Meredith was not one of them and her frustration stood out rampantly, poking as hard as acorns into the bare back of her coffle mate. Her thighs were slick with the glistening evidence of her arousal; she had never felt so wet between her legs. Every tactile sensation eroticized her from the steel shackles around her ankles and the straps buckled to her arms to the stiffness of her collar and the fullness of her mouth. The total incapacitation of her hands held in the smooth leather mitts linked irremovably and motionless to her secure waistband prevented her from doing what she most embarrassingly wanted to-masturbate to her denied climax. She rubbed her wet slippery thighs together in a futile attempt at gratification. She felt the same motion behind her as Darlene moaned her frustration as well. The warm softness of Darlene’s breasts cradled between her arms and against her back, the turgid nipples as stiff and tumescent as her own made Meredith whimper in both humiliation and frustration as she stood helplessly grinding her hips in lewd and uncontrollable abandon. She felt ill; repulsed at her own actions as she tried to apply additional pressure to her vulva against the soaked leather strap between her legs. The steamy line of women flushed and breathless from the physical and emotional exertion of their closely coffled march were attended to quickly.

  By the time they reached Meredith and Darlene at the back of the line, half a dozen of the girls were either perched on examining tables or standing beside them. Utterly nude, divested of the cruel paraphernalia of their bondage, their fetters were strewn over chairs between the six narrow tables. The deep impressions made by the straps around their arms remained as striking evidence of how tightly they had been bound. Briefly noted, before being led to the side of the long room, Meredith saw blood-pressure cuffs, thermometers and the usual medical apparatus one might see in a surgery. She had been told they would have to determine her physical fitness before she was put into training and service; this austere clinic was suited, in assembly line fashion, for that determination. Meredith, Darlene, and six of the remaining girls from the bus had to wait their turn.

  The waiting room consisted of a long iron pipe mounted high on the wall opposite the examination tables. Meredith and Darlene were the last to be installed.

  “Toes right against the wall, chain tight.”

  Since the uniformed guard carried one of the dreadful dog whips and Meredith had seen how the other girls were standing, she opened her legs to the extent permitted by her leg-irons and touched the base of the wall with the toes of her smart, fashionable Gucci court shoes. She felt unsteady; about to tumble over backwards until the short lead at her collar ring was wrapped over the pipe at eye level and doubled back to click with authority under her raised chin. The shortness of the leather lead forced her to strain up on her toes slightly, thereby forming tautly attractive muscular contours in her spread legs. She essentially hung from the pipe by her neck. The wide stiff collar bore her up by the back of her neck without choking, but the strain on her legs was obvious as she kept her heels about an inch above the floor to ease the strain on her neck and shoulders. Had she been permitted, she could have reduced the tension by bringing her legs together, but knowing she would feel the whip if she did, she kept the chain tight between her ankles and suffered her self-inflicted distress in gagged silence. The upward pull of her leash forced the upper edge of the collar up sharply under her jaw. With her head tilted back she sensed rather than saw Darlene being positioned beside her. She heard her stifled protests as she was leashed to the horizontal pipe. Her soft moans and whimpering told Meredith that her former secretary was hauled up on her toes as she was and they were together again in their mutual sisterhood of suffering. They stared up at the blank wall rising toward the ceiling above them. By the time they were released, both stood on legs trembling with fatigue.

  Meredith expected relief as her restraints were removed. Instead, she felt near paralysis in her arms and legs due to the length and severity of her bondage. She couldn’t move her arms, she couldn’t close her mouth and both she and Darlene, in thrall to the aftermath of being so severely bound, were led on wobbly legs to adjacent examination tables. Meredith’s thighs and calves ached and burned from the exhausting tiptoe stance she had been forced to hold for so long. Darlene nearly fell, weak kneed from the strenuous exertion of her legs that had bulged visually hard and firm even in her boots as she had strained up with her heels off the floor next to Meredith. Their arms felt numb and tingly, as useless as if they were still strapped together behind them and the impression of the wrist straps that had held their leather-mittened hands to their waist girths remained deeply et
ched above their still impaired hands, fingers and thumbs remaining in the tapered and powerless position in which the tight leather mitts had held them.

  With only six examination tables and fourteen women to process for admission to the training programme, Darlene and Meredith were both denied the anonymity of being part of the group and were examined only with each other for company. They sat at the end of their respective high narrow benches while routine medical examinations proceeded without protest or resistance from the two weary women. Six of the uniformed guards remained, to their embarrassment, insuring their ongoing humiliation and strict compliance to the dictates of the white smocked medical examiners, also men. Completely nude, even their shoes and boots had to come off, they suffered the appraising glares of the guards as stethoscopes coldly monitored vital signs, blood pressure was taken and all the usual procedures of a thoroughgoing medical exam were applied. Meredith, denied the modesty of a gown, covered herself with her hands as best she could, concealing her breasts and pubes from the view of the guards, but revealing her embarrassment and humiliation all the more by doing so. Her former secretary seemed less aware of her nudity or the guards’ frankly admiring gazing at her voluptuous nakedness, whatever the case she did not attempt to cover herself. Darlene was a little squeamish when they drew blood, turning her head so as not to look at the syringe as it filled with red darkness from her vein. But even that unpleasantness passed without fuss.