Amara vs Slavers 2 | crotch chains | free bondage stories

Two days had passed since Amara faced against those three slavers. They were capturing and bullying a poor farmer girl. Now, a wagon pulled by two horses moved on, conducted by a large bulky man and his two partners. They were eager to stay away from the main roads, avoiding guards and other adventures that might get in their way. But that also meant that it would take much longer to reach the next city.

Lagrandier, the nearest big city. Each street would be packed with life. People from every region coming and going. One of the biggest economic metropolises in the kingdom. Anyone that visited it met businessmen, merchants, nobles, politicians, sailors and, of course, adventurers. However, all big cities also had their share of crime and opportunism. An ideal place for any newcomer. But also, sadly, for shade business like slavery. And these three slavers knew well how they could profit there. As the proceeded, two of those slavers were starting to get frustrated with how long they were taking to cross the plains.

“Man, this is taking too fucking long! How far now?”

The rogue asked, much to his mage comrade annoyance.

“I told you already! Two, maybe three days! We need to do So we have a better chance at arriving at Lagrandier without any more... issues!”

“Better move fast. Storm coming! And as soon as we get there, sooner we eat some good grub at the tavern and sell our stock”

The largest man of the trio spoked last, looking at the clouds forming on the horizon and also feeling the change of the wind's speed. By stock, the brute definitely was calling the farmer girl and Amara. The girl, which there was no time or way to know her name, had her arms tied up, rope circling her wrists and a loop between them to keep it tucked and unescapable, as the knot completely away from prying fingers, elbows painfully touching themselves tied with rope, practically the same method as with the wrists. The gag was replaced by something a little different but still keeping the cloth from her ripped dress inside her mouth. A leather material covering her entire mouth and tied behind her head, inside with something like a soft ball fixed pushing the cloth deeper and also filling completely inside her mouth. Even muffled whimpers and cries were difficult to hear. She still had a crotch rope they put on her but also to it there was a rope leash tied to the wagon. Not mattering how exhausted she was, if she failed to follow, the leash's extension would pull painfully the rope between her legs. Her state was of sorrow as her eyes were now devoid of any fighting spirit and with dried tears.

Amara cursed in her mind, angry at those cruel men but mostly furious at herself for letting her guard down. She watched and wanted to help desperately the girl near her but her situation wasn’t much different from her fellow captive. She was stripped from her armor and weapons. They were now laying on the wagon's floor. She was wearing only her white dress. The magic chains, used to capture her, disappeared after a while. But before they could completely disappear, her restraints were changed to something more concrete, like real metal chains and shackles. Her arms and wrists were locked in a very strict reverse prayer and connected to a heavy metal collar on her neck, making her unable to reach any restraint. She also had strapped to her mouth a similar gag and a crotch rope tied in the same way than the farmer girl. Although, the slavers made sure they were extra tight on Amara, also putting the front part of her dress tied to the rope circling her waist, showing her panties for their amusement and the crotch rope digging deeper in her. Every pull of the leash and every movement of her legs sending waves of humiliation to her. The slavers have been laughing on how her face was flushing red for the entire trip.

"Such a slut! Must be enjoying every second!"

The smallest men, the rogue, turned his head to watch their prisoners and grinned seeing their predicament. Probably content with their work. He seemed to be enjoying humiliating the girls each time he had a chance.

The girls were forced to follow the wagon for two days now, unable to rest properly nor eat decent food. The slavers would stop for their meals and just tease the girls, eat and drinking right in front of them, showing how they controlled their fate. After they were finished, they would put in a dirty bowl with just scraps of food and water for the farmer girl. They never removed Amara’s gag. The slavers weren’t caring how thirsty or hungry she was. That was her punishment for defying them.

Not that she would had accepted that kind of humiliation. Amara wouldn’t put any of their food in her mouth. Her pride wouldn’t allow it. The farmer girl would eat whenever it was possible. Amara was really worried on how the girl had been accepting her situation. Her eyes were almost similar of a zombie.

After riding for some time, even the slavers were feeling some fatigue. They decided to discuss their next movement.

“We should find an open area and rest. Maybe we should cross the mountain tomorrow.”

The mage told the other two.

“What’s the point? It will rain soon and we be out here all damp and cold like wet chickens. We should pick up the pace and rest at the other side.”

The brute man spoke and the smallest one also agreed to him. The mage sighed as it was two against one and decided to comply for now.

Both girls knew well that the men weren't interested in their well-being nor if they could manage to walk all the way across the mountain the way they were. Just that they must follow or be punished by harsh pulls on their crotch ropes.

The road was dangerous. On their right was a huge fall and on their left the rocky mountain. The slavers needed to ride slowly the rest of the climbing or suffer a possible accident at the cliff. The girls, forced to follow behind, looked down and cold sweat covered their face. As she looks back, Amara feels another cold feeling, but in the form of water drops. The storm finally reached them, she thought. Besides all her predicament she would be completely wet from the heavy rain. She kept cursing herself as it was her fault that their situation was like that.

About two hours of riding, the rain showed no sign of stopping. The slavers covered themselves with clothes and blankets to protect as much as possible from the harsh weather but it's useless. The girls were in a worse situation though. Their hair almost completely on their faces because of the water and rain. They had to shake their heads constantly so their hair could move away and that they could see ahead. It was no easy feature. Amara tried to scream to her captors for them to stop this madness but her gag was so tight, not even the farmer could hear her because of the rain and wind howling, and she was right next to her.

Stone and mud now covered their passage, making a hard ride much more difficult. The slavers begun to fight and curse each other as how it was a stupid idea to climb the mountain with a storm so close by and that they should had waited at the foot of the mountain and climb on the next day. Amara couldn't believe that she was captured by those stupid men and sighs, watching that ridiculous discussion, as they all agreed to do this dangerous path regardless of the consequences. Although, in the middle of all this, she caught with the corner of her eyes that the water was coming way faster through the mountain and small rocks started to hit them and the wagon. Looking up she saw it... giant boulders falling because of the water coming at their direction. The slavers noticed a tad too late. They were hitting the horses more viciously, forcing them to run under this storm. They were, actually, succedding in scaring them. The wagon begun to destabilize. Larger rocks were hitting the wagon and the animals as well. The horses were jumping and kicking in all directions, all scared, and were trying to run. The slavers tried to control the scared animals with all their might but even more rocks were now falling from the cliff and were hitting the wagon head on. Finally, a large boulder came rolling on the and got the wagon in a direct hit.

The slavers had enough time only to jump away from certain death, as the girls... by the Gods’ luck, (not that anyone could say that they are in a lucky position) they weren't struck by any falling rocks and the hook that had their leashes tied up broke with the impact. They were on the dirty floor but still completely tied up. Amara saw that opportunity, the only one possible after two and a half days as a captive, she struggled to stand up and move toward the farmer girl.

Please, be alive!

Amara could only think that as she was looking for the farmer girl. She got near her and saw that the girl had only a few bruises, like herself, but in all, they weren't hurt bad. She tried to nudge the girl with her body and indicate for them to escape. The girl took a few second to understand but finally did. She saw that that was the only opportunty for the both of them to finally escape, their only chance of freedom. They would worry about their restraint at a later time. Right now, they needed to put some distance between them and the slavers.

As they ran toward their freedom, the farmer girl suddenly fell on her face on the mud floor. Amara got worried as she saw the girl behind her falling but she saw that there was a reason for that to happen. The girl's leash had been grabbed, ... by the huge brute man.

“Think you can escape? Think again, bitch!”

Amara saw no other option. She had to take a chance. She took her distance, managed her momentum and ran... she ran toward the large man. She would never leave someone behind. Maybe with all the commotion she could attack him hard enough so he would release the rope from his grip. Her arms were useless, the rope between her legs were a constant humiliation reminder of how helpless she was but there was nothing she could do besides struggling as hard as she could and save the girl.

The man was holding the rope with one hand with all his strength. He wouldn't let his slave escape. And he could handle a chained woman easily. Those were his thought. But Amara's speed and the weather were against him. He couldn't see well with all the water and dirt over his eyes and because of that he couldn’t see properly as a high kick lands on his chin.

Amara's leg hit the spot. If she had her full mobility she was sure she could have broken that man's chin. But without her arms, the kick wasn't strong enough. The man, now furious, was still holding the leash. A second surprise attack was impossible now. Although, maybe, just maybe, she could do it. Maybe she could win against the odds. She prepared another kick. But this time the man was prepared. He lifted his left arm to guard the incoming attack.

Amara was actually counting on that movement on his part. The kick would hit his arm, she would then use the momentum to lift herself and do another kick. That's the plan, the only plan she thought it would work. A desperate one. She would lose her balance after the second kick but if it connected it would be her victory. That’s the only resolve she had. She had to knock out this enemy before his friends could help him. They seemed to be worried about their supplies and the horses. It was now or never. Her leg followed its desired direction. It was a perfect shot. She would hit the man's arm, use the speed to keep herself in a momentum, spin and do another kick but now on his head. But something was weird. The man, suddenly, seemed to be farther away than she predicted. Worse than that, he seemed to have moved backward. Which was even stranger, as the man was frozen in place, standing his ground. No, it was Amara who fell backward, and she didn’t notice until it was too late. A huge chunk of the ground gave away under her and crumbled toward the cliff. Her eyes were staring at the man's face as he was getting smaller by the second. A scream escaped her throat but no sound could come out of that tight gag on her mouth. She couldn’t use her arms to protect herself from a dangerous, most likely fatal, fall like this. The only sounds that could be heard were the wind, rain, thunders and rocks crumbling down the cliff.

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