Trigger warning: talk of drugging, mild manipulation, identity loss, mild brainwashing, talk of abuse, torture, human trafficing and murder.
Hanna Gets Herself Happily Kidnapped.
(Spoilers she doesn't resist much, or at all.)
Hanna sat on the grass of the local library. The day was peaceful, super sunny, and a bit on the warmer side. She took a deep breath and took in the scene around her. Temporary stalls, and tables line the street selling all sorts of trinkets and food it was a clash of vibrant colors as rainbows and other flags hung from various posts and the aforementioned stalls, people adorning all sorts of dress from fairly plain street clothes to those who were currently regretting dressing up in the heat. Costumes and flag capes. In the corner of the event a small group of people held signs with fire, and vague promises of eternal damnation. It wouldn't be a pride festival without them after all, but they were overshadowed by those standing in front of them with ‘love is love’ signs.
Our lovely her-oh..uhh victim sat legs side saddle, her grey skirt smoothed down onto black leggings, the strap of this skirt crossed on her back and came over her shoulders and straight down in front connecting with two large black buttons on the front of the skirt. The top she chose was a tight long sleeve bodysuit, her absolute favorite. She finished off the look with a floppy witchy sunhat and a collar that had a cute heart buckle and a chain that slightly dangled. It all was paired with a black lip-gloss and a touch of makeup that seemed to be applied in an inexperienced manner, all except the eye shadow which had been practiced countless times that revealed a blue pink and white flag every time she blinked.
She sat and just breathed and took it all in. Furries, witchy lesbians, even a little of the bdsm community could be seen poking out. That last one was obviously a part of Hanna's interests.
Hanna was torn from her quiet respite by the wind of all things, blowing her floppy sun hat clean off her head and rolling into the crowd.
“Fuckin, shit. Get back here.” She muttered to herself as the hat tumbled and rolled to rest at the feet of a fairly tall woman. Well taller woman, it didn't take much to intimidate Hanna.
“Lose something sweetie?” The woman picked up the hat and addressed Hana.
“Y-yeah, sorry about that. May I have my hat back?” Hanna stammered.
“Oh aren't you just the sweetest thing. Mmm no I think this hat made its choice. It would look wonderful on me after all.” The stunning woman emphasized this by putting the hat on with an elegant flourish. “You however are oh so adorable with your little collar on. What's your name?”
“I'm Hanna.” That line wasn't as simple out loud being a stammered hot mess that could only really be understood by a person listening for a name. Hanna might as well have been an engine overheating and breaking down. Her face was a solid crimson under her makeup.
“God you trans girls are so easy. How about this, you can have this hat back if you attend the after-party with me. What do you say?” The goddess used her index finger to lift Hanna's chin and snaked that same hand behind her head to pull Hanna just a little closer.
“O…k…” the word was barely audible.
The beautiful, magical goddess pulled her prey in close and whispered into poor Hanna's melting brain. “Good girl.”
There was nothing left in Hanna's head. She overloaded, her eyes tv static her body not receiving any orders besides stand. Hanna would be drooling if not for the mistress closing her mouth for her.
“Ok, to the party we go.” The mistress said chipper as ever turning on a dime and started walking. It was a few steps before she realized her new play thing wasn't following.
“Hello, is anyone home?” the mistress snapped her fingers in front of the girl and waved her hand across her vision. “Well shit I broke it ..”
Scanning her surroundings she saw a stall selling bondage gear. Well it was actually dog and pet accessories but tomato potato. She quickly bought a leash sporting trans colors and hooked it to her new pets collar.
“Come,” she commanded, giving a tug. The girl moved with the leash still in her trance. “Perfect, to the party we go!”
* * *
Hanna, came too sitting in a room with loud lights and bright music. Her head was spinning, she had no idea where she was, how she got there or what time it was. All she could remember was someone absolutely entrancing her by being super dominant and intimidating. Or like mildly playful in a somewhat dominant way, it was hard to think.
“Hey cutie. Finally alive? Want a drink?” The goddess had returned, 2 drinks in hand. “They have better stuff but I think you wouldn't mind me being cheap with you.”
The drink say in front of Hanna, she hesitated to drink something from this person what if it was-
“Are you thinking I drugged your drink?” The mistress seemed to read minds now.
“That's thinking oh so little of me, I would never do such a thing, especially not to a cutie like you.” She sat back and gave a look of mock anguish, pretending to be hurt by the distrust, then a smirk came across her face. “Or, maybe you're worried I didn't? Maybe you're hoping I drugged your drink? I think you want to be taken advantage of, I think you want to be taken.”
Hanna was boiling in her head. Did she want that?
“How about this?” The beautiful, magical, mind reading goddess held her hand above Hanna's drink as a white powder fell into the brew then stirred it with her finger.
“You now know for a fact I added something to your drink. It's no longer a question of if I did or didn't, it's a question of how willing you are, a question of what you want. Do you want to be drugged? I could do anything to you. I could lock you in my basement, I could torture and kill you. I could use you for sex and leave you at the side of the road, hell I could find a place to sell you as property or even in pieces to sick mother fuckers with fetishes for parts or the organ black market. If you drink that you're essentially guaranteeing that you no longer get a say in what your life is anymore. You don't get a say in how you're treated, what you eat, where you sleep, your autonomy is gone and you can essentially count yourself as property. So the question is, will you drink or will you just go live your life how you want?” The mistress shoved her finger that had been stirring the drink into Hanna's mouth then pulled it out at the end of her speech. Hanna eyed the cup.
“Go on.” The mistress sat back in her seat.
Hanna thought of everything the mistress said eyed the door and then her drink or rather she eyed the door through her drink, she was too busy chugging the cheap beer as fast as she could. The mistress was taken back by how quickly she reached for the drink, she thought there would be a little more hesitation. The drink itself was awful tasting like bar floor and skunked beer and .. sweet?
“Oh my. That was impressive and to be honest, fully expected of you pet. Good job you made a big choice there.” The sugar packet on the table told Hanna that she had been duped. There was a little relief but more so a lot of-
“Disappointed are we? Aww well you don't have to be. Sure you're not drugged but you still made your choice and someone as special as you doesn't need to be drugged. It’d be a waste of drugs honestly. The look on your face is so cute and pathetic. Don't worry I still plan to do anything I want with you. I'll find a nice corner of my cold basement to chain you up in, maybe a cage if I think it would be cuter. I have some friends that might even pay to have a sub like you, so they might get you if they give a good enough offer. But don't worry your empty little head, I know what you truly want is to stop all that silly thinking. All of it. You will, it will take a little time to break you out of those consciousness spells but it should be no problem for you. You will be property, you will be empty, and Hanna will cease to exist.” The goddess had been slowly leaning in and scooching forward now to the point where the mistress was whispering directly into Hannas ear. “How good does that sound, pet? To be an empty toy, to be what others dictate, to pleasure women and men as little more than a sex toy? I'll erase you so you're nice and blank. Nod for me if you want that.
Hanna, the toy, was on the edge of that static that filled her head. Everything was so cozy. Everything was so fuzzy. All she could know were the words that the goddess shoved into her.
Nod. Yes. Want.
Hanna nodded her head.
“Good girl, good doll.”
The world was static. Hanna was gone. The doll was so happy.