Kinktober 2020 #8

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/m, femdom, kidnapping, sex slavery, bondage

Alexa was a beautiful woman. That was no boast. She worked to maintain her appearance. It was part of her image, her brand, what helped her rake in money. She was in her early forties and curvaceous. Her skin was a deep, rich brown, and she usually kept her long hair straight. Alexa’s confidence was evident in her every move and action. She simply commanded attention, respect, and obedience.

Her business was… unorthodox. As well as highly illegal. Alexa’s own little organization was built up from nothing. It kidnapped people, trained them to service their captors and think of them as owners, and then sold them.

In short, Alexa was a beautiful woman who made a living selling beautiful women.

As you might imagine, this could sometimes pose a problem.

She sold men too. Not as many, but enough. Some of them were beautiful too, some were handsome, and so on and so forth. But generally speaking, the customers that wanted to buy men weren’t interested in Alexa.

Every so often, one of Alexa’s customers would try and take her. These attempts were easy enough to dodge and avoid. But her ability to retaliate was unfortunately limited. Her customers were rich and often powerful. And honestly, she couldn’t hold it against all of them. It wasn’t like she was unaware of the risks of the business.

But once in a while, she found a way to create the opportunity for… more.

Her new slut wouldn’t sell for much, all things considered. He was pudgy, and middle aged. Unless Alexa could find someone with a personal grudge to sell him to, he wouldn’t make her much money. But it was oh-so-satisfying to see one of her most disrespectful customers kneeling on the ground, head and limbs encased with leather, bound in a strappado while his frogtied knees rested on the ground and a massive ballgag was wedged in his mouth; while the rest of him was left to the coolly conditioned air.

Alexa enjoyed watching her employees handle the man. The idiot who tried to bribe them into taking her openly and right in front of her.

He was never going to see her. Alexa decided immediately he wouldn’t get that satisfaction. He would never be in her presence, never get any hint of the woman he’d tried to take for himself, even as he was trained like just another slut for sale.

It was a constant balancing act, running a slaver operation. But trying to steal from one, to steal from Alexa, was even more perilous.