Let me explain. There are tattoos, and then there are markings. Markings may look like tattoos, and for most purposes they are tattoos, but have a certain power embedded in them that allows the marked person to pull a physical version of the object off of their body. For example, someone could get a marking of a coffee cup and could manifest a coffee cup out of their body whenever they wanted. It was convenient, originally for laughs and now people realized it could be useful for certain jobs.

While security measures had to go in place, such as rules against weapon markings, not everyone is a law abiding citizen and some found some more sinister methods for markings. Tristan was one of those men, currently wrapped up in a black coat watching clubgoers go to and from the busy nightlife street. There were plenty of girls that caught his eye, but most were in groups and he was waiting on a loner, they were much easier to snatch and made far less noise.

Finally one of his potential marks split up from her group and stumbled down the road towards the less busy areas and he decided that this one showed promise and began to tail her. Her clubbing outfit consisted of a black top, denim shorts, high heeled over the knee boots, and a long coat to protect her skin from the chilling winds once outside. Black leather gloves on her hands also protected what was likely a delicate manicure done recently. Tristan grinned as she turned onto one of the nearby quiet streets. Probably the last manicure she ever gets.

He closed the gap, making sure no one was around before he pounced with a chloroform cloth in hand to smother her mouth and nose. Caught off guard and already unstable from alcohol, she stood absolutely no chance as she was taken from behind and pushed up against the wall. Pinned in place, the chloroform went to work and she quickly slipped into unconsciousness. Holding the cloth over her face a little longer, he admired her dark hair and licked his lips before removing the cloth and stuffing it back into his pocket. Pulling out his phone, he made a quick call. “I’ve got her, bring the van up to me.”

Now was the part that he was uniquely suited for. From his markings he withdrew a ballgag, three coils of rope, and a set of handcuffs. As a slaver, his markings ensured that he had an unlimited amount of binding material, very handy that he didn’t need to haul around a bag of restraints especially when doing large group captures. But for one girl, it was more than enough. Stroking a hand along her the leather of her boots, he admired how long they made her legs look. She was quite fit under that coat as well, shame to hide it but soon enough it would be exposed for all to see. Soft hair black as ink pooled around her head and he knew he had selected a good target. A low rumble announced the arrival of his partner and soon enough they had the unconscious woman bundled into the back of the van.

The van rumbled off down the street and Tristan got to work stripping the dark haired girl. Her coat was yanked off and set aside, revealing a sleeveless black top and a pair of half sleeve tattoos ending just before her elbows. He whistled seeing the ink, which must’ve cost a pretty penny. Probably would be worth quite a ransom, but they’d get even more selling her when the time comes with the body she had. He continued removing her clothes, unzipping her boots and tossing them aside, followed by her shorts and undergarments. The gloves came off as well, revealing an expensive manicure that he had suspected was hiding underneath. Very nice. He thought to himself. But business first.

A quick scan of markings came up with nothing as he looked around her body. She was young, and most got markings related to jobs or hobbies so it wasn’t a surprise she hadn’t gotten one yet. He took a moment to admire his naked body before he got to work, cuffing her hands behind her, then adding a set at her ankles. Rope was added at the knees, thighs, waist, and above and below her breasts. He popped a ballgag between her perfect white teeth, then pulled a collar off the shelf of the van and buckled it around her neck. Perfect. Satisfied, he sat her up against the side of the van and chained her collar to a bolt attached to the side and waited out the rest of the journey back to the safe house.

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An hour later Nadia came too with a splitting headache, made even sharper by the fact that she appeared to be upside down. Groaning into what seemed to be a rubber sphere in her mouth, she realized she was swaying side to side because she was being carried over someone’s shoulder. And that she was naked. And cuffed and bound. Uhoh.

“Here we go, love.” Said the person carrying her as a door was opened and her eyes widened at the cages filled with captive girls who were also cuffed, bound, gagged, and collared just like her.

Sad moans sounded from around her as she was dropped down in front of a cage and then forced inside, her body contorting to fit into the small space before the door was slammed shut and padlocked. Whistling, the man turned to inspect some of the other prisoners before exiting and closing the door behind him.

That was the go signal for Nadia. She didn’t hear the door lock when he left so that made her task much easier. She did indeed have markings, the man who had kidnapped her just overlooked them as she created a pair of lockpicks from thin markings on the inside of her middle finger and immediately got to work on the handcuffs. In the darkness, it was slow going but soon enough the cuffs sprang open. Stupid markings cuffs. She thought to herself, which were easier to pick than standard cuffs because it was harder to create complicated machinery as markings.

With her wrists free, she got to work shrugging out of the waist and upper body ropes, then got to work picking on the cuffs on her ankles. A few minutes was all she needed before she was fully free and was able to remove the collar and ballgag from her mouth. With the gag removed, she was able to bite down and destroy the little device hidden behind her molar which would send a signal to her team that she was ready and they were a go. She estimated she had about ten minutes before they arrived and that gave her ten minutes for some revenge. Once she was out of here of course.

Several of those minutes were spent picking the padlock on her cage, which unfortunately was a real padlock and was complicated enough to confuse her for a bit before it popped open. By now, many of the girls had begun to notice someone had escaped and hopefully murmurs were beginning to rise. “Shhh, rescue is coming but keep it quiet. They can’t know.” Nadia hissed to them as she crept towards the door.

Thankfully the girls listened and quieted down. Nadia slowly opened the door and peeked out, completely empty. She had no idea how many members of the slavery gang there were in the building, but with the cavalry on the way she knew they would all be caught eventually. Two doors down the hall opened up into a break room connected to a garage where several white vans were parked. She didn’t doubt for a moment she had arrived here inside one of those vans. Sitting in one of the chairs with his back to her was the man she recognized as the one who had carried her to her cell, happily sipping a coffee. Sneaking up behind him, she twisted his free hand up behind his back and used her other hand to slam his face into the table, spilling coffee everywhere and hearing at least his nose break on impact. “Whadda Fyuck!” He shouted as she pinned him down.

“Shut up.” Nadia snapped. “I don’t want to hear anything from you.”

“Byith! I’ll fuck yew untyil yew cunt think!”

“Nice offer but no thanks.” She growled as the door was broken down and police swarmed into the building. “Now where the hell are my boots!?”