Kinktober 2022 #6 - Unbroken/Play

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, M/f, maledom, handcuffs, ball gag, kidnapped, legal slavery, bondage slavery

When stability returned it rapidly became clear that in some ways society had not only stagnated, but regressed. 

Three months. It had been three months to the day since Bonnie was abducted, taken by force from her hometown.

They still hadn’t broken her.

She’d known it was possible to be kidnapped. Everyone did. People from the cities did that sometimes. They traveled out into the boonies that were still recovering from all the disasters that battered the world for most of the last century, places where there was still no internet and where the lights didn’t always stay on.

In the cities people had things like fancy government issued birth certificates and serial numbers that proved who they were. City folk could only be enslaved if they ran up too much debt, or committed a crime, or were stupid enough to sell themselves into it. Rural folk like Bonnie didn’t have the kind of documentation these assholes did, so if they wanted to sneak into town and grab her by force, they could do it with no real consequences.

All they had to do was pay for some new documents that said it was all legal, and if Bonnie or anyone else protested they were called liars. She'd heard the fuckers go into detail sometimes. They were pretending to be part of some "Slavery for Shelter" program. Or no, the program was real. Some people really did sign up for it in the hopes of getting more comfort out out of life. But they kidnapped people too, and then told anyone who asked that they got cold feet and tried to back out afterwards.

So Bonnie was stuck as a slave.

But they still hadn’t broken her.

They’d broken the others. Sid, a big guy who had been a couple years below Bonnie back in school was kidnapped too. They were the only people taken from their hometown, so a good chunk of people would assume they just ran away together. Plenty of people would guess at the truth though.

There were people from other towns, too. Minnie, who had only just graduated last spring. And Nikky, who had been a young teacher from the same town as Mrs. Turner. Nikky told Bonnie all about the middle-aged woman's reputation as the town bike, and how rumor had it that her husband liked to watch from the closet, but he hadn’t been kidnapped with her. There was also Chet, an athletic guy who didn't say anything about where he came from. It was just the six of them in that fucking truck, and Bonnie was the only one still fighting. Hell, she was the only one that was still there. The rest had been sold on.

Bonnie kept hearing glimpses of conversation from the trainers, the guards, and even the customers once or twice. That’s how she knew it had been three months, apparently that was the max time before management declared a slave was a lost cause. Bonnie was pretty sure they’d let her hear that part to scare her. It didn’t work.

If there were any doubts, confirmation came a few hours after Bonnie woke up. Some of the goons marched into the tiny room she used to share with Nikky and Mrs. Turner. They cuffed Bonnie’s hands behind her back, slapped a basic yellow bikini top and bottom on her, and stuck a ball gag in her mouth.

It was a couple minutes before Bonnie could get a look at herself in the cell's dinky little mirror. She still looked like her, still had her freckles and the long brown hair that traveled to he shoulder blades. Bonnie had always been reasonably gifted in the chest area too, and that bikini looked annoyingly great on her. But what was the point? More training?

The goons marched her to a part of the building she hadn’t been to before. The office part, where the floors were carpeted and the people working wore business clothes. Bonnie caught a few glances her way as she was marched to the private office she could only assume belonged to the guy in charge.

Or wait, to the woman in charge. She was seated behind an ordinary looking desk in an ordinary looking office, wearing a dark gray suit with fake looking pearls around her neck and clearly dyed black hair falling to her shoulders.

“This is the one?” She barely looked up from her computer as she asked.

“Yes ma’am, this is her.”

The older woman gave Bonnie a once over, then nodded. It barely took more than a second. “Good. Get her to processing and in some nicer lingerie. I have some buyers lined up. The auction stream starts in two hours.”

“Hmmph!?” Bonnie’s face scrunched up in confusion. She tried to demand an explanation through her gag, but the woman in the suit just waved the two goons off, and they were dragging her back into the main office before she knew what was happening.

“MMhnph phhm hmmm nph gnnng nn? MMhmrm nrm mnn phnmhnng mm? MMhnph nnmph phhm mmnn 'nncphnnn'?”

“Quiet down,” commanded one of the guards, who then gave Bonnie a sharp pinch to emphasize the point. “Today’s the deadline. Three months and you’re still not obedient, so we’re auctioning you to the type of people who like that kind of thing.”

“MMHNPH?”

The man actually looked at her. “What did you think we were going to do if you didn’t give in? Let you go? Kill you? Nah, there’s plenty of people willing to pay for unbroken slaves. They like the challenge, you know? It really gives them a chance to play.”

Bonnie blinked, too stunned to speak again. She wasn’t sure what she thought was going to happen when this day came, but it wasn’t this.