Amara vs Slavers 3 | gag, chains, leather | free bondage stories

With a worried expression on her face and sweat on her forehead, Amara opened the big wood door in front of her. This door led to the manor’s library. For anyone entering, they would see a two-floor room completely filled with books and documents. The room had a strong scent of wood. Each wall was fully covered by bookshelves made of deep-red-tint hardwood on each floor. Desks and chairs were placed so anyone could leisurely read in the library.

At the end of the room, on the second floor, under the room's only window, a sole desk and chair properly placed for a day’s work. The room's furniture was crafted with the finest wood and details of gold. But those at the end of the library were different. Made of cherry wood, silver and gold adorning the legs and the sides of the furniture. No expenses were spared for this room. The same could be said for the whole mansion.

No other home in the land could be compared to this one. This family had great prestige and a high status as nobles. Owners of one of the biggest trading companies of the kingdom, the Berthold. It could be said that living in such luxurious place was to be expected.

A person visiting would normally be astonished by this sumptuous atmosphere. Although, Amara was used to it. Her entire life she has been inside these walls. Walked every corridor and saw all the rooms. After all, it's her house. The place where she was born and lived her entire life.

What made her be so worried couldn't be the wealth of the place. Nothing so mundane or trivial as that. What was making her sweat was a person. A middle-aged man wearing an elegant and expensive suit behind the desk, sitting on the chair, making use of his work-place for its intended purpose. One could say his clothes were suited to the glamour of this working place. Or maybe it was the other way around.

He was reading several documents, making corrections, calculations and taking notes as they were needed. Each document probably had a huge weight in gold. Those were contracts, letters and documents specifying trades and prices for each product commercialized by the Berthold's Company. Just a quick look on those papers and anyone could see a few had the King’s seal, the kingdom’s most important mark in any document and most likely his signature at the bottom of the page.

Amara walked the wood stairs and presented in front of the man's desk. She saw him working diligently and so, she waited. It’s the only thing she was allowed to do at this occasion. She knew her presence was noticed but not acknowledged. The man deemed his work with much more importance than her simple presence in the room. After a while, he finished what business he had at the moment and casually discards the kingdom’s documents to the side of his desk and then lifts his head, looking at the girl in front of him. With that she finally sees the opportunity to speak.

"You called for me, father?"

"Yes, Amara. I need to speak with you about a few important matters."

As usual his voice is stern no matter with whom he speaks with. Amara awaits to know what it is about.

"First of all, you’ve been, once more, seen with the guards. That’s unacceptable for a woman. And one of your status, none less. You're not the daughter of some commoner who needs attention from every man in our lands."

Amara’s face went to worried into a staggered blush almost immediately with what her father just said. Then anger. His voice was cold and distant. But that's how it has been. And those words were filled with prejudice and malice. It hurt that her father would think of her like that. And badmouth women from our lands in such a staggering manner.

What was he implying by that remark?

She immediately thought. She would never do something indecent. Her face completely red with those word, or at least the way he put it. She wouldn't disgrace herself nor her family. But also, she didn't care for status. She considered a lot of the guards' dear companions.

When she first visited the guards on her own, they were worried for having the Berthold's daughter around. But they were taken by surprise when she asked to learn how to fight. Most of them were against it. The only one that agreed with her weird request was the highest rank officer. Since then, she had been training and practice swordsmanship with them. Regardless of what anyone would say. But she tried to be discreet about it. So were the guards.

As her father said, she was seen with the guards. But her usual routine was to train and practice with her sword and shield. She also enjoyed chatting with them. Most of them were very brave and courage people. She enjoyed hearing their stories. Stories of their family, their wishes, battles and companions lost. Heartbroken and happy tales. She enjoyed those tales so much and never hid it from anyone. To make her stop doing that was unthinkable for her.

"F... father! I would never do something shameful! Do you really think that of your own daughter?"

She was angry. But her father's cold stare at her was the only thing that made her afraid. Eyes that didn't showed love for his own daughter. He didn't reply her. It wasn't as if he didn't have what to say. He clearly didn't want to say anything. As if the question was just too ridiculous and didn't deserve one. Maybe because it's his daughter, he sighed, annoyed, as if it was a burden to answer her.

"Listen, Amara! You, better than anyone, should know that what matters is our family. And we, the Bertholds, must be an example to our peers and the masses."

'The family’s image'. That's what this conversation was about. It wasn't about a father and a daughter's issue, concern for her acts that might be misinterpreted, nor what she had been doing on her free time. It was all about what the public, the nobles and the royalty would think of them. Any damage that could bring shame to the family’s name.

"… so... this is all about the company?"

"What else could it be? You're a smart woman, Amara. So, refrain from making stupid questions."

Amara clenched her fists. She wanted to punch that desk with all her strength. But no brute force could bring a solution to this conversation. Even though it was difficult, she tried to keep her head in place. But it wasn’t easy.

“… yes, father. If that’s all, I’ll return to my room. I still have studies to finish.”

“I did not finish. The person that shared gossips about you, I had to pay a considerable amount of money and send them away. They WON’T speak about this again, that I assure you. Also, I dismissed the guards you were seen with. Because of your actions I lost a considerable amount of resources.”

Amara heard what her father said but she couldn’t believe it. Not at first. What he just said right now was too absurd for her to comprehend.

“Father! You fired the guards? That’ outrageous. They didn’t do anything wrong! How could you do this?”

Her father kept his usual tone when he was speaking to her. But his face was clearly showing signs of irritation as his daughter talked back to him.”

“You should be thankful that I took this matters into my own hands. And YOU should understand what it means to be in this family. Act like the lady that you’re supposed to be.”

“Those guards were my friends! They were also my teachers! I’ve been learning how to use a sword. How to defend myself and how to protect people.”

Amara’s father stood up. He was angry. His calm and composed face disappeared after his daughter spoke.

“NONSENSE! Why would my daughter need something so useless? You should be learning proper etiquette. You are a noble! Not some tomboyish commoner.”

As her father yelled at her, Amara also raised her voice. She felt as if her father was denied everything she had been doing up until now. As if he was denying who she was.

“Father, I have my own dreams! I’m not going to be cooped in this house, forever! I won’t shame our family’s name but for me, that’s not everything that matters! You can’t expect…”

“Be quiet! I’m not done speaking”

He cuts her in middle sentence. Amara’s father stood up from his chair, banged both his hands on the desk, making several papers and documents fly because of the impact, and yelled loud enough that his voice echoed in the library. If anyone were to be listening outside they certainly heard his voice. Amara stopped speaking for the moment. She had never seen her father so angry.

“If you won’t listen to reason, then you give me no choice.”

Her father seemed to be calmer now but he was still showing signs of irritation. He sat down and opened one of his desk’s drawers.

“…What do you mean?”

She wasn’t if she understood, or if she wanted to understand, what her father meant with those words. But Amara asked anyway. He simply pulled a letter from his desk and handed them to Amara. She took it and gave it a quick look.

It was a letter from a noble family, owners of a merchant company and the Berthold’s competitor. In that letter, they described their first son in astounding detail. Praising him for his several feats, qualities and accomplishments. If those letters were describing the absolute truth, that would be the description of perfection. Just another example of the noble’s conceit. She recognized the surname and remembered meeting their son a few times, at noble parties she had to attend with her father. He was anything but what that letter said. If anything, that man disgusted her. Extremely sexist and arrogant. She couldn’t manage an intelligent conversation with the man for two minutes without wanting to punch him in the face. Which she almost did at one time.

Amara just red enough and understood what that letter meant.

“This is…”

“Indeed. It’s your fiancee. I choose him after careful examination. I wanted to speak with you calm and rationally, at a later date, to discuss about it. Now, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’ll contact them as soon as possible.”

Amara crumpled the letter with her fist. She reached her anger’s limit. Amara was very emotional, although she wished she could suppress them more. But she just wasn’t like that.

“You can’t decide with whom I’m marrying! Father, you can’t be serious!”

Staring at his daughter, the man’s expression was unfaltering. That look on his eyes only meant something that Amara didn’t want to realize. Or perhaps, she realized long ago, but she would never wish for confirmation. To her father, she wasn’t any different from any other product that he must use to bargain. When was it that her father thought that ‘family’ meant ‘company’? She thought about it and couldn’t answer. When was it that she didn’t call her father by ‘dad’?

“… Mom would be ashamed.”

Amara’s father stood up and slowly walked toward his daughter. He didn’t say anything. His eyes had that cold, unaltered stare from before. Amara stared at him. The man seemed to tower over her.

She felt a painful sting on her left cheek. Her father had just slapped her face. Mentioning her mother was something her father did not tolerate.

“There is no place for juvenile illusions here. You will remain in your bedroom, locked, until your fiancee arrives. I WILL protect this family.”

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It seemed like the rain wouldn't stop soon. Amara was soaked. She woke up with water hitting on her face. She also felt her whole body hurting. Her mind was a mess as she tried to remember what just happened. She blinked a few times and shook her head as water was hitting on her eyes.

Was I... dreaming?

First thing she remembered was about her father and the day she decided to leave her homeland. She closed her eyes, as if trying to forget. But it was impossible. She then tried to focus on her situation at the moment.

She tried to move slowly. She was remembering that she fell from a cliff and was worried that she might be hurt. As she moved, she felt a soft sensation under her and the sound of wet leaves. She fell over some bushes. And as she looked up, she saw that the huge tree above her had several broken twigs.

That... softened my fall. I... I... was lucky.

She breathed relieved. Seemed like she wasn't badly hurt. Just some bruises and the shock from the fall. As she decided it was safe to stand up, as a natural reaction, she tried to use her arms to help her up. But what she felt was a tug on her neck. Moving her arms was choking her. She gasped. Or at least, she made a gasping sound but no sound came out of her mouth.

W... what's going on? Ah! That's right. I'm still...

It came back to her. Her arms were cuffed behind her back. Her wrists were connected to a metal collar on her neck by a very short chain, making each movement quite painful on her limbs and neck. She was forced into a very uncomfortable position.

Her mouth had that rough leather material that the slavers used to gag her. With her tongue, she felt the piece of cloth inside her mouth and the leather ball that kept her mouth open and filled. She couldn't speak at all. Not even utter a simple sound.

... I'm still helpless. But I'm alive.

Amara felt somewhat relieved that she wasn't injured. She could move, even without the help of her arms. Her legs, as she tried to move her feet and ankles, seemed fine as well.

I hope I can walk.

She tried to stand up. Without her arms it wasn't easy, but she managed to move with only her legs and putting her back on the tree. As she did that, she felt something rubbing on her. It came as a surprise and she blushed because of it. Not because it rubbed on her most sensitive part. But because she moaned. The gag muffled it completely but she knew that she moaned. She immediately looked and saw what caused it. She still had that crotch rope tied on her.

Ah! It's that... damn it.

She was angry. Those slavers put that crotch rope on her because she fought them. It was a weird but very efficient means of humiliating her. They used that to leash her and the other girl to their wagon. The most embarrassing thing was the rope between her legs. It was tied tightly, digging deep in her.

A... annoying... But I can't do anything about it. I need to free my hands first.

Amara's thoughts were on the girl those slavers had to free herself no matter what. But she had to do it fast. She didn't know if they would come to look for her. Or if they thought that she wouldn't be able to survive a fall like that. Either way, she didn't have much time. With that in mind, she struggled her arms as much as she could. But she knew already that she couldn't remove those cuffs on her own. They were locked on her for more than two days. The only thing she managed to do was tire herself out.

Uuh.. No good. I need help. But maybe... I can remove this gag.

Amara looked for something that might help her. She walked through the forest, searching for something she could use to cut the leather gag strapped on her face.

What could I use? Maybe rubbing it off on a tree.

First, she tried to rub the gag against a tree trunk. The leather was rough and strong. It wasn't cutting easily. But she felt it moving as it got caught on some pieces of wood, until it snapped back on her face. Amara then went to look for some strong branches that weren't too high and she could reach with some ease with her face.

Amara found a few that seemed suitable for what she wanted. It was an awkward position but she managed to force the tip of a twig between the leather material and her skin. As she felt it wouldn't go any longer, she began to pull. But, frustrating enough, the twig broke before the gag could be stretched far enough.

It's useless... Damn it. Why do I have to be so vulnerable? … Why am I so weak?

She was very frustrated. It was affecting her and turning into panic. Her thoughts now were on when she was defeated by those thugs from before. Because of that, she was left in such a condition. She couldn't help herself. Nor anyone else.

She rested over a tree for a few minutes. She tried to calm herself with a breathing technique she learned from the guards she trained with. She inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled.

It soon had the desired effect on her. That brought to her some good memories from her trainings. She didn't understand why it helped them relax, so she looked for a book that might explain it to her. She soon learned that a breathing exercise similar to the one she did helps against stressful situations. It had a regulating effect on one's body.

They knew so much. I could read all the books in the royal library and they would still be smarter than me.

The memories of the guards and officers she trained with were very dear to Amara. She missed them. She left her homeland in haste and didn't say anything to any of them. Her father dismissed most of the ones she knew just because she was seen with them. She felt so ashamed but she didn't know how to meet or greet them. If they were still there...

Get a grip of yourself, Amara! They would certainly say that. If I don't do anything... Nothing will change! I can't give up!

Remembering her friends filled her with renewed strength. Amara decided to repeat that process with any twig she could find. She did it over and over. But every single one broke. And it was starting to hurt her cheek. She tried one more time. She managed again to fit in the tree twig under her gag. She slowly pulled it, stretching the leather.

Uuugh.... Please... don't break!!

This time, the twig didn't break as she felt the leather ball almost out of her mouth. She gave it one last pull. It was out. The gag finally was loose enough for her to remove the leather ball and spit the piece of cloth. The leather gag was still strapped behind her head so now it was hanging on her neck.

"Finally!! Thank the Gods! I couldn’t stand this awful gag any longer!"

Amara was so happy to be ridden of the gag that she was almost in tears. She tugged the chains linking her limbs, examining them one more time. The same process wouldn't help with metal cuffs, chains and padlocks.

"Maybe the rope... if I can take this off too, I wouldn't have to worry about having this rubbing on me when walking."

Amara looked now for any lower piece of wood, a sturdy bush or any branch that she could use for the crotch rope. She found a few and tried the same procedure she did with the gag. But she had to do some very awkward, and lewd, poses to make it happen. She had to bend over and slowly walk backward. Fitting a twig or stronger branch between her dress and the rope was difficult as she couldn't see properly and without the use of her hands. She had to be careful not to bend too much and fall forward.

"

Uuh... this... is... this is too much"

Her face was red. Bending over made the crotch rope, which was already digging into her, tightening even more. It was rubbing harshly between her legs. She was breathing heavier and feeling her body becoming hot with all that movement.

"Aaah!"

For the second time, a moan escaped her mouth. This time she heard it clearly. A very lustful moan. Her face burned from embarrassment. She wanted to bury her face into the ground for letting such a lewd sound escape from her.

"N... No... No! I better stop. I… I can manage! I can walk with... this.

Amara looked down, seeing that rope that wouldn't come off no matter what.

"It's... just some rubbing. I... I will be fine! I just have to look for some help!"

She didn't have any other choice besides depending on the kindness of any stranger. She was helpless. She had no weapons. Only a locksmith could open the padlocks on her cuffs. She would have to endure it until she found one.

Amara began her walk into the forest. It stopped raining but the sky was clouded. She couldn't see the sun. She didn't have any directions. She just walked, and ignored, as much as possible, the rubbing between her legs.

I have to find the road. Any road! But, right now, I need to get out of this forest.

Amara had to hurry. As the rain subsided, she thought that the slavers might come to look for her any moment. Or resume their path and take the other girl to be sold at the city. She couldn't let any of those options happen.

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Hours have passed since Amara started looking for any signs of civilization. She was deep in the forest now and couldn't find an exit.

"Am I... lost?"

Amara had never walked this region. And having her hands cuffed behind her back was making the journey a hundred times more difficult. And the continuous rubbing between her legs because of the crotch rope was making it unbearable. Also, there was a long-stranded rope knotted to it and she had to drag it. That was used as her leash by the slavers and now was in her way.

Because of the rope's length, it would tangle between rocks, bushes and tree roots. It caught her by surprise every single time it did. Because she wouldn't expect it and, when it got stuck and tugged, it sent a jolt of pressure on her crotch. She had just walked a few meters since it got stuck and the rope got stuck once again.

"Aaaah! N... not again!

Once more, that shameful moan. It was humiliating.

"If I knew this would happen... I would had stayed with that damn gag!"

Amara groaned. She knew it was absurd to prefer to be gagged than being able to speak. But Amara thought it would be better than listening to her voice when making such a sound. She was embarrassed, tired and feeling humiliated.

"This couldn't get any worse."

As soon as she said that, she heard a loud grumbling noise. It wasn't an animal nor any environmental hazard. It was Amara. More specifically, her stomach. Her face turned pale as she heard that.

"Am I... being punished for something?!"

Amara was hungry. She didn't have anything to eat nor drink in a long time. Since her capture. And that was her body reminding her how hungry and thirsty she was. She was feeling weak. Her clothes were wet and, because of that, she also felt cold. The forest had a chilly temperature because of how dense it was. And the cold breeze after the rain wasn't helping. And as time passed by it was getting worse. It was also getting dark quickly.

"Maybe I can find shelter. And water…"

She looked at one of the many water puddles on the ground. Water and mud mixed on the dirt. She didn't want to, but if it became too much for her to handle, she would have to do it. Drink from a puddle without her hands.

“G... gross. . . I'll hold a bit longer. Just a little more.”

Helpless, Amara didn’t have means to hunt for food. She couldn't even pick a fruit if it fell on the floor. She walked a long distance and didn't heard or saw any source of water. Her vision was becoming blurry for a moment and she stopped. She was also feeling dizzy.

“I… I can't continue like this. Please, someone... anyone… I need help.”

Amara whispered to herself. She couldn’t find strength to scream. That was long gone. Her eyes started to return to normal and she decided to keep on walking. But she was losing hope. If the slavers were to find her, she wouldn't be able to resist.

She walked and walked some more. Amara was almost dragging herself one step forward. She wasn't even caring for the running between her legs anymore. It turned from annoying to painful some time ago. She wished the rope on the floor wouldn't get stuck anymore. She had been lucky so far. Because she knew if it tugged she might fall and wouldn't get up.

She was ready to stop, kneel on the floor and drink some water from a dirty puddle. When she saw one suitable. When she was about to, she smelled something. A different smell came from the forest. A delicious one.

“Hmm… this smell. Food?!”

She thought for a moment that she might be hallucinating. The lack of food and water was affecting her. Amara looked around and a few meters away she saw some light. Something that looked like fire.

“I'm not dreaming! There might be people here!”

Amara gained new strength with the possibility of finding someone in the forest. She walked faster toward the source of light.

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