Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/f, lesdom, consensual, non-consensual, bondage, kidnapping, strap-on sex, sex slavery

“You know,” Alexa whispered to her prey. “If I wanted to, I could make this permanent.”

“Really?” The younger woman said back, louder. She giggled and shook the handcuffs binding her wrists to the headboard. The music of little chains jangling was sweet on Alexa’s ears. “Are you going to kidnap me? Keep me all tied up and gagged? Take me away to never be seen again?”

“Exactly,” Alexa chuckled. “And there’s nothing you could do to stop me.”

Now Laurie’s whole body shivered with excitement and anticipation and Alexa, draped over her naïve plaything on the bed, could feel every minute shift and shake. The younger woman nuzzled up against her bedmate with closed eyes and a wide smile, far too trusting. She was such an adorable, intoxicating, and above all stupid little bimbo.  

The two of them had met only a few hours ago at one of the more well known, crowded lesbian clubs in the city. It was a place with plenty of customers every night. Easy hunting grounds for the gorgeous forty-something black woman. Alexa had prowled in hoping to find some easy prey. She hadn’t been disappointed. Laurie, a cute white girl with short black hair and a tight little blue dress that brought out the color in her eyes, had taken a little while to show up. But once Alexa caught sight of her looking forlorn and nervous, she knew she found her target. And once Laurie caught sight of Alexa marching toward her in knee-high red PVC boots, a matching red jacket, and her tight black leather skirt; the predatory older woman knew it was as close to a sure thing as she got.  

“Let’s not complicate things,” Alexa declared when Laurie introduced herself and tried to get into regular small talk. Where are you from? What do you do? All that tripe. “Let’s just let this play out and see where it takes us.” She got a nod and a nervous, guileless smile in return. Alexa didn’t need the younger woman to tell her life story anyway, she got the gist of it well enough on her own. Laurie was obviously sheltered. She was so inexperienced with drinking that she let Alexa order for her with no protest. No sign of any friends, either. If Alexa had to guess, her prey wasn’t exactly out of the closet yet. Probably had disapproving relatives. Little Laurie was here alone, ripe for the picking and practically asking to get whisked away. It was too easy.

“Um,” Laurie had started to whisper when they made it to the motel room. She had let her cute blue dress fall to the floor, exposing her matching lingerie that contained her perky C-cups for Alexa to see as she was pulling off her own shirt. “This might sound weird, but do you think you could, uh, leave your boots on?”

Alexa let the words hang, had simply looked back at her nervous prey’s eyes in silence, both of them half naked. Then she pounced. Laurie’s surprised little yelp as Alexa shoved her by the shoulders onto the bed and straddled her into a fierce kiss was a delight. The younger and clearly inexperienced woman melted into her huntress’s kiss and arms. Alexa had her. Hook, line and sinker. Trapped in the web. Whatever simile one felt like using. Little Laurie let her take the lead, and before too long her hands were locked in a pair of cuffs that bound her arms to the headboard.  

“So how are you going to kidnap me?” Laurie asked, eyes fluttering.

The black woman smiled down at her prey. She used one arm to cradle her own head, and with the other hand traced gentle shapes on Laurie’s chest. “First I would gag you. I’d take some cloth, or the bandana I keep in my purse, or maybe your wet panties and stuff them in your mouth. Then I would cover up your mouth so you couldn’t spit it out, couldn’t call for help, and couldn’t annoy me.”

Laurie squirmed with delight. Even in the low light of a motel room lit by a couple of lamps, her bright red blush was clearly visible. “That sounds like fun.”

“Oh, it would be. Especially for me,” Alexa answered. “But it would have to wait a few minutes, you know?” Laurie looked confused. Her brow scrunched up and her lips turned downward in an adorable little frown as Alexa shifted from her side to straddle the younger woman. Her booted knees rested against Laurie’s sides as she inched herself forward. “First you have to take care of me. Nothing happens until I come, honey.”

That got the message across. Laurie gave a dutiful nod just as Alexa reached her mouth. Once again, the younger woman’s lack of experience was obvious. Alexa guessed this was the first time she ever ate another woman out. But what Laurie lacked in skill, she almost made up for with enthusiasm. Her clumsy efforts were ferocious, and Alexa laughed as she was driven closer to climax.

“After I gag you, I’d have to get you all set for transport,” Alexa said between hitched breaths. “I’d tie you up with something much more secure than one pair of handcuffs. I’d need you helpless. Get your whole arms bound up nice and tight. Hobble you at the knees so you can’t run off. Then I’ll put a collar around your neck and lead you out of this dump on a fucking leash. Oh, fuck yes!” Alexa cried out as her slut toy’s tongue brought her over the edge.

Panting, sweating, and grinning; Alexa let herself fall off the younger woman. Her still booted legs were draped over Laurie’s chest as she regained herself.

“What then?” Laurie asked, breathless. “What are you going to do when I’m all tied up, collared, and being led away?”

Alexa smiled, but didn’t answer right away. She let herself breath for another few heartbeats, and then she got up.

“Would you take me home with you?” Laurie kept going. “Keep me locked up in your basement to use and abuse whenever you want?”

“Not exactly.” Alexa felt around for her purse. It was a big one, holding everything she needed when she was out hunting for merchandise. She fished around inside until she found what she was looking for.

“Then what would you do?” Laurie was starting to look a little desperate. She was breathing a little hard with no stimulation, and her hips were moving up and down as if begging for attention. Not a big surprise, she wanted more. She wanted to hear more, and she wanted her turn to climax. Alexa was happy to provide both. The older woman stood at the foot of the bed and began putting on her strap-on in full view of her potential victim.

“It wouldn’t be all fun and games,” she said when Laurie’s eyes widened. “Well, it would be fun for me, but not so much games. It would be work. I would train you.”

“Train me?” Laurie’s voice was more devoid of breath than ever before. It came in hitched gasps that set Alexa’s heart pounding. “Train me to do what?”

“What you’re told,” Alexa answered. Her strap-on was fully attached now. She tested it, made sure it was on tightly, then crawled back onto the bed still wearing her bright red PVC boots. “You see honey, I wouldn’t just take you for me. I would sell you.”

Laurie didn’t talk this time. She stared wide-eyed at the strap-on as Alexa crawled forward, drawing closer and closer to Laurie’s snatch. Alexa took her time, letting the anticipation build and build until she was close enough to brush the tip against her prey’s folds.

“You wouldn’t be a free woman anymore, Laurie. I’d turn you into a sex slave and sell you to the highest bidder. How does that sound?”

She thrust forward when Laurie’s mouth opened to reply. Whatever the younger woman was about to say vanished under a full-throated yell. Alexa stifled it before she could get going, shutting the younger woman’s mouth with one hand held tightly over her lips. “Mmmmmph!” Laurie cried out in obvious pleasure.

“It wouldn’t be hard,” Alexa declared over the muffled cries as she thrust into Laurie over and over. “You’re already such a little slut, honey, letting me tie you up and fuck you so fast. I’d have you begging to serve your owner within a day. You would love it!”

Alexa felt Laurie nod under her hand as she let herself fall deeper into what she thought was a fantasy. The black woman drew the process out as much as possible, slowing her pace every time she sensed the bimbo grow too close to release. And all the while she described how she would train her slaves, how she would discipline her if she misbehaved and keep her chaste to control her. How she would be bound and gagged for long hours, made to exercise to grow more fit and flexible. And how she would finally be brought before cameras to be auctioned live to whatever Master or Mistress would bid the highest amount of money.

“MMMMMMMPPPPHHHH!”

Both hands were needed to muffle Laurie’s climactic scream. Alexa had no doubt anyone in the nearby motel rooms heard everything, and she didn’t care. Her toy was happy, and that was the important part. The black woman peppered the little slut with soft kisses on her neck, then traveled up to nibble ever so gently on her ear. Drawing happy little whimpers out of Laurie was a fun way to pass the time as she recovered.

“There’s a good girl,” Alexa whispered. “Good, good girl.”

As the two lay there, Alexa thought about how things would shift if she made her move right now. She would do it exactly as she described. It would start with a gag, panties and the ballgag waiting in her purse. Laurie wouldn’t realize it was real at first. She would think it was all part of their kinky fun. Maybe she wouldn’t realize it was real until they made it to Alexa’s training facility and she saw the rest of the merchandise all bound up, waiting to be trained and sold off.

Whenever it happened, Alexa knew the look she would get. The steadily growing gleam of horror in the slut’s eyes as the truth dawned on them. The little edge of fear that would creep into her cries and whimpers. Then the moment of truth, when Laurie broke out into panic. Maybe she would stare blankly, or perhaps she would start struggling and bucking like a wildcat. Alexa loved it when her prey went wild like that. Getting them under control was such a blast. Making them realize that they had no choice but to obey, that their lives and bodies didn’t belong to them anymore. That was the good stuff. That was what Alexa lived for.

And hot damn would a cute little bitch like Laurie sell. Alexa would bring in some serious cash if she sold this mewling slut. Hell, she could probably forgo and auction and sell directly to a customer. That would let Alexa pick and choose her fate even more. The huntress pictured her prey as a pampered sexpet in some aristocratic estate in Europe. Or perhaps as some Sheik’s newest ‘wife,’ (Alexa always had a soft spot for veils). But maybe that would be too cruel. Alexa was pretty sure this particular slut was a total lesbian, and she had enough female clients to give the bimbo that much consideration.  

But Laurie wasn’t going to become a slave. Alexa had decided that hours ago, when she saw how easy it would be to take the dumb bitch. She was going to let her go. Laurie would stay a free woman tonight, blissfully unaware of the fate she narrowly escaped. She might never know how close she came to a life of slavery, or that she only got to walk away because the woman who would have been her first mistress decided to let her go on little more than a whim. Maybe Alexa would change her mind if their paths crossed again, but here and now she would let the bimbo slut get away.

The oblivious smile Laurie wore was getting Alexa all revved up again as she re-positioned herself over her toy’s face. “Get back to work, honey,” she commanded. “It’s my turn again.”
They went on for hours, again and again, taking turns as Alexa dominated Laurie and rewarded her in turn. Partway through she got out the collar. “So you know your place until we’re done.” Laurie almost squealed when it was locked around her neck. It was almost enough to make Alexa reconsider her decision. Laurie was such a natural submissive, she probably belonged in that collar. But that was half the fun. The dumb slut would remember this night for the rest of her life. In some ways she would always be Alexa’s property.

The sun was high in the air when they awoke in a pile of limbs the next morning. Laurie, down from the kinky high and free of her alcohol induced buzz, was a little awkward about everything. Nervous, and somewhat shocked at her own actions the night before. It was another addition to the list of cute things about her. Alexa was gentle about things as she got dressed and ready to leave. She didn’t want to spook the younger woman. Playing the fun one-night stand was a fun role on occasion. A little light teasing of the younger woman was the perfect cap off to their encounter. And she caught a hidden smile as Laurie was finally dressed and on her way out of the room.

“Wait,” Alexa demanded just before Laurie left. The younger woman’s eyes were deer-like as she turned around to face the black domme. Alexa stood. Even with Laurie back in her heels, Alexa was still a few inches taller. She made full use of that height to project authority. “Don’t let anyone tie you up on the first night again. Got it?”

Laurie practically wilted with embarrassment and gratitude. She nodded, gave a quick thanks, and then was gone.

… almost hitting one of the motel’s maids on her way out.

“Sorry!” Laurie cried out. She barely gave the maid a second glance, just huddled her head and hurried away. For the first time, Alexa wondered if little Laurie was going to face up to anyone when she got home. A roommate? Family? But that thought was forgotten as she got a good look at the maid.

She was a brunette and little on the tall side, though not as tall as Alexa. There was a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. A real girl next door type, at least from the neck up. Her body was a little harder to judge, covered as it was by the frumpy motel maid uniform. But it wasn’t too hard to see that she was absolutely stacked at the chest. And one glimpse at those leg muscles and how her nails worked was enough to make Alexa guess that being a maid was a side gig for this girl. It seemed safe to bet this woman did something else at the same time. Maybe a stripper? She was pretty young, too.

When the maid turned from the woman in the blue dress rushing away, she gasped. Whatever she had been expecting to see in the open door Laurie left behind, a curvaceous black woman in knee-high boots and a strap-on wasn’t it. She stared, red coloring coming to her cheeks. And that wasn’t embarrassment, or disgust in her gaze. That was interest.

Alexa gave her a sly grin. Her good fortune was a little hard to swallow, but the forty-something woman had long since learned not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Hi there,” she said with all the charm and authority she had given Laurie. In
the fingers of one hand twirled the handcuffs that had bound Laurie only a few hours before.

“When does your shift end?”

The maid’s breath hitched, and Alexa knew she had her.

Two Months Later

“Tonight’s slut is a twenty-year-old brunette, a real girl next door. Just look at these freckles,” Alexa grabbed the maid she had taken months before by the chin and forced her to look at one of the cameras. The operators—a pair of slaves Alexa kept on hand specifically to shoot these auctions—got their assigned shots as ordered. One was surely getting a nice close-up shot of the bitch’s face.

She had been a bit of a tough nut to crack, even know she was scowling more the average slave Alexa trained, but she was finally ready for sale. The maid’s dress she now was much sexier than the one Alexa first saw her in. Instead of a frumpy gray smock she wore formfitting, lacy black lingerie with a nice apron and white collar. Opaque black tights and six-inch heels. She was bound with a white leather armbinder.

“She was first captured two months ago,” Alexa continued, “while working as a maid and exotic dancer, so you know she knew how to behave even before we got her all trained up. Now she’s a quality piece of merchandise. A little stubborn, but that’s half the fun, right?”

Alexa herself was dressed in a full red PVC domme getup, as much a part of the show as the slut up for auction. It was the outfit she probably would have worn to sell that other bitch, the one she had let go the night she took the maid. What was her name? Linda? Lauren? Eh, it didn’t matter. Right now Alexa needed to focus on the sale.

“Step forward, slut,” Alexa commanded. The maid hesitated for only a second before taking two steps forward, her heels clicking on the floor. Alexa picked up a crop from the wall.

“Let’s get those bids rolling in, people,” she said to the cameras. “And in the meantime, I’ll show you just some of the fun you can have with this bitch.”