Kinktober 2020 #30

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, F/m, M/f, femdom, sex slavery, bondage, kidnapping

There were two of them. Newlyweds in their twenties. Tammy was a little taller than her new husband with light brown hair that bordered on blonde, bright blue eyes and a fine rack. David, shorter than his wife and shorter than average but not actually short, really was blonde. He also had green eyes, and Carson caught his own wife sneaking a peak or three at his package.

They could have used some baggier clothes. Not just because it probably would have been better for the cold October air, but because hiding their figures might have saved them.

But probably not.

The newlyweds thought it was good luck that the first car to stop for them on the road was another married couple. Older than them, obviously. Carson and Linda were getting close to the big four-oh. Tammy and David thought getting picked up by another married couple was perfect. Safe. You heard all kinds of stories about what happened to hitch-hikers.

They were forced to revise that opinion an hour later, when they found themselves in their saviors’ basement. Hogtied with tape and rope. Thick, multi-layered gags keeping them from screaming too loudly. Carson had even been nice enough to chain their leashes together, so they could stay in each other’s presence.

And upstairs, he and his own wife celebrated their capture with a little bit of that old bottle of scotch they’d picked up from that up and coming lawyer they’d kidnapped a few years ago.

X*X*X

“I think I want to keep them,” said Linda weeks later as David served her breakfast plate. His limbs were riddled with leather cuffs. Two pairs on his legs and his arms. The chain binding his elbows ran behind his back while his wrists were bound before him. At this point the heavy ballgag in his mouth was unnecessary but, like the posture collar, was useful in reminding the boy of his place. His most recent task completed, David knelt at his Mistress’s side, eyes pointed down at the floor.

Tammy then stepped into the room, her own tasks momentarily completed, as she moved to do the same as her husband. She stepped over to kneel next to Carson, the two sets of spouses a mirror image of each other. Even her bonds were similar. The same cuffs, positioned in the same places, with the same gag and the same collar. And of course, they were both naked.

“Are you sure?” Carson asked as he pet his own slave girl. He felt her shiver at his touch. “You know how high couples can sell for.”

David whimpered at Linda’s side answered. “Of course, but they go so high for a reason. Don’t tell me you haven’t been having fun with the thought yourself. Our own pair of married sluts to play with for years to come.”

A smile. “Of course, honey.”

After breakfast, they took their trained hitch-hikers downstairs for some fun.