Kinktober 2020 #27

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/fff, lesdom, bondage, sex slavery, harem kidnapping, Bianca Lanese 

Sometimes Chestnut had to take a step back and marvel at how surreal it all was.

When was first kidnapped she’d expected to end up in some dingy basement, handcuffed to a ratty old mattress, or stuffed into a damp closet. It was the only conscious thought her panic-stricken had been able to come up with when they pulled her into that van.

Instead they brought her to a high-rise penthouse. And now, just a month or two later, she was stepping out of a car with tinted windows just a few dozen feet away from a private plane waiting to fly her away from the isolated Pacific island she had just spent a week on.

Around her walked four other women. Her fellow captives. Or no… that wasn’t really the right word, was it? There was no dancing around it anymore. The women currently known as Chestnut, her four companions, and the unfortunate Copper who had been left behind… they were sex slaves. The property of an obscenely wealthy and powerful woman named Bianca.

Who had just taken them on a luxury vacation. A real one, occasional demands to service Miss Bianca and the entire day (and night!) they spent together notwithstanding, Chestnut had largely been left alone in an actual resort. She’d spent time at the beach, been hiking through the island forest, and had been able to relax in a full-service spa. It wasn’t a legal resort. The multitudes of naked or half-naked, collar-wearing staff made that clear. But it was real enough.

Chestnut felt for the still unfamiliar weight around her neck. Her own diamond encrusted collar was impossible to ignore, but something about touching it grounded her. It made everything seem less like a surreal dream and reminded Chestnut that it was real. All of it. The long hours of bondage, the insane luxury she was surrounded with at all times, the threats to her loved ones or even random people on the street if she wasn’t obedient, the humiliating pet names Bianca saddled her property with…

And now the way she and the others were being herded like cattle onto a private plane.

There were guards, of course. Always, even if they were usually hidden. A wide perimeter of black-shirted thugs surrounded the cordoned off section of the airport, and two burly men in server’s outfits waited at the top and bottom of the stairs up to the plane. Their faces were stone, and Chestnut knew from experience that they were ready to snap into action at a moment’s notice.

The five of them trudged up the stairs in silence. Starlight and Sky first, Chestnut and Flora behind them, Penny lingering at the back for a moment as she checked to see if Miss Bianca was done with her phone call.

When they were inside the plane, Flora nudged her. “What do you think?”

“Huh?” Chestnut looked at her in surprise. The tall, dark-skinned woman was wearing (what else?) a floral-patterned dress. A pretty sharp contrast to Chestnut’s bikini and cropped jeans. And the collar, of course. They all had the same glittering collar. “I’m sorry, I kinda spaced out. What do I think of what?”

Flora gave her a comforting look, which Chestnut appreciated. The other woman had taken the brunette under her wing soon after her abduction, when she’d been allowed to walk around. What would she ever do without her?

“Starlight and Sky were talking about Miss might have picked up a new girl this week.”

“Not ‘might have,’ she totally did,” interjected the blonde woman in question. Starlight was still wearing a swimsuit, a bright yellow single piece designed with a particularly low neckline, and athletic shoes. She had unsurprisingly made a beeline straight to the fully stocked bar. The redheaded Sky, wearing a long-sleeved shirt she’d tied up at the chest to expose her cleavage along with tight high-navel shorts, was fixing her a drink. Each of them was allowed two a day.

“I heard her talking about having the cage brought in here before we got on the boat,” said Starlight. “A cage and cargo. I’m telling you, someone new is going to be in it.”

“That could easily be for one of us,” Flora shot back. Chestnut shivered at the thought of spending the entire plane ride in a cage. “Maybe even you. I hear you embarrassed her in front of some business associate.”

Starlight gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “Nah, I only embarrassed him. She thought it was hilarious. Gave me a reward and everything.”

“Uh huh,” Flora clearly had her doubts. Rather than continue that argument, she turned back to Chestnut. “So, what do you think? Did you hear anything about it?”

Chestnut shook her head. “Nothing. I have no idea if it’s true or not.”

“It is true,” came a faintly accented voice from the doorway. All eyes turned to look at Penny standing there in her simple blue top and white skirt. She wilted a little under all the sudden attention, but kept going. “I was with Miss Bianca this morning, in bed. Apparently, she asked her men to set up a camera so she could watch the kidnapping as it happened. They obliged, and… I saw it too.”

“She wanted to watch?” The words slipped out of Chestnut’s lips before she could stop herself.

“What, are you actually surprised?” asked Starlight. A glass of some kind of martini was now in her hand, a sip or two from being full. Sky, always the quiet one, was leaning against the counter beside her.

“No! I just… I don’t know, I just…”

“Miss Bianca enjoyed watching very much.” Penny looked down, a faint blush spreading to her cheeks. “It was some time before I was allowed to leave the bed.”

As Flora and Sky said words of comfort to the younger woman, a sudden memory flashed through Chestnut’s mind, from the beginning of the trip, just after they got off the plane but before they made their way from the populated island the airport was built on to the boat that took them to the resort. She had seen Bianca looking at someone. Staring at them.

“What do you think you’re doing lingering in the doorway, Penny? Move.”

A familiar squeak slipped out of the petite, short-haired Japanese woman stepped out of Bianca’s way.

Their owner was a lean, severe looking woman with long, luxurious black hair. Chestnut couldn’t keep herself from taking a step back and lowering her gaze as she entered the cabin. Even wearing a straightforward sleeveless black top and simple gray leggings, Bianca simply radiated power and authority.

She strolled in at a casual pace, pausing only briefly to give Penny a quick spank and an order not to dawdle again. Then she came to stand right next to Chestnut and Flora, and it took everything Chestnut had not to take another step or five back. “I trust everyone enjoyed themselves this week?”

It was spoken like a question, but everyone knew better. And Chestnut didn’t miss the way Starlight and Flora puffed out their chests when she stepped into room. When the chorus of ‘yes ma’ams” and “thank yous” ended, Bianca continued.

“We’ll be taking off relatively soon, we’re just waiting for a delivery that ran into some unexpected delays.”

“So it’s true,” Flora replied. Chestnut was still surprised to hear her speak like that to Bianca, in a normal tone of voice. Starlight could do it too. “You took someone.”

“I did,” Bianca answered with a faint smirk. Then, casually, she reached out and moved a loose strand of Flora’s hair behind her back. Flora did nothing to stop her. Nor did she react as Bianca’s leering gaze traveled up and down her body. “And I know I can trust all my girls to show her the basics of her new position in life. Can’t I, Flora? After all, you’ve been doing such a good job with Chestnut.”

Now Flora looked away, shame glinting in her eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good girl.” Bianca then turned directly to Chestnut. “Speaking of which, it’s been a couple of days since we’ve spent time together, hasn’t it Chestnut?”

Chestnut nodded, her gaze firmly on the floor. “Yes, Miss Bianca.”

“Look at me, slut.”

A few seconds passed before Chestnut could bring herself to obey. When she did, she found herself staring back at the now familiar look of hunger in the eyes of her Mistress. She held it there for a seemingly endless moment and did nothing as Bianca came in close and caressed her cheek. The back of her owner’s hand made a slow journey down to her shoulder, and it was all Chestnut could do not to squeeze her eyes shut.

“You’re not to leave my side for the rest of the day, understand? Good. Now, who’s up for a game of chess?”

Chestnut’s whiplash at the abrupt change of subject faded quickly, when she found herself sitting next to Miss Bianca. Her owner’s hand resting possessively on the brunette woman’s thigh before moving in to play with Chestnut while she played her games. First with Flora, then Sky, then Penny. Surprisingly, because even though she had seen her lose before Chestnut still worried Bianca was the type to take that kind of thing personally, she lost as often as she won.

The new girl arrived when Flora played her second game. Chestnut heard her before she saw her, a loud burst of muffled curses and struggling accompanied by the sound of wheels rolling on the carpet. She saw Starlight giving an appraising look to the newly kidnapped captive.

By then Chestnut was squirming in her seat, gripping the armrests tightly and shifting her legs all over the place as Bianca played with her sex. She panted and let out little gasps when the fingers buried in her shorts found a sensitive spot. But when the cage was passing by, pushed by one of the guard-servers, she made herself open her eyes and look.

Sure enough, it was her. The woman Chestnut saw Bianca staring at the week before, looking much as Chestnut remembered. Polynesian, with a deep tan and long hair that was dark with brown highlights. She was curvaceous, maybe even a little bit chubby.

Of course, a week ago she had been fully clothed and minding her own business. Now she was hunched over on her knees in a cage that only her head could stick out of. Her long hair was wild and messy enough that it was impossible to find the straps holding that bit gag in her mouth inside. She was naked too, save for the armbinder that held her arms tightly together and was itself bound to the back end of the cage. She was struggling furiously, screaming into her gag even though the visible sweat on her body must have meant she was tired, that she had been doing this for a while.

Chestnut was distracted by a sudden burst of activity between her legs as Bianca’s efforts intensified. The brunette woman looked to her left as the cage was wheeled past, out of her sight be hind Starlight’s seat in front of her. Outwardly, Bianca was still focused on the game. But by now Chestnut could see the little signs of arousal—the way her mouth tightened and her eyes narrowed—even before she looked down and saw the wet spot on her gray leggings.

She let herself slump back into her seat. With five experience slaves and a new girl in her collection, Bianca was going to be having a lot of fun on this flight.

It was going to be a long trip.