Kinktober 2022 #17 - Digital/Abduction 

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, F/fff, lesdom, bondage, kidnapping, bondage slavery, sex slaves, slave harem

Every so often, Bianca Lanese would use one of her tablets, phones, or computers to access her most private and heavily encrypted digital vault. The mood struck her one chilly October morning when she was alone in bed. In seconds she was watching grainy, silent, black-and-white security footage from a gas station in Ohio.

Sunflower didn’t look like much in the footage. She wasn’t wearing the lovely yellow dress she had worn for the college violin recital where Bianca first saw her, she was wearing a typical pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. The low-quality footage couldn’t even show Bianca the dark smattering of freckles across Sunflower’s face that, combined with her naturally bright blonde hair, led to her new name.

Not that it was a new name anymore. It had been years since Bianca sold Sunflower on. This footage was from two years before that. It showed the moment when Bianca’s people struck, when that dark shadow of a man walking on the other side of Sunflower bumped her toward the waiting arms and open door of the van on her other side. From this perspective, with this quality of footage, it looked like a real accident. The next set of footage did not.

Now the video was shot from a camera set up inside the van. It was of much better quality than the last. Even dark as it was, with the camera’s night vision mode active. Bianca knew she would easily be able to see Sunflower’s freckles if her face was not obstructed by the hand of her employee over the blonde’s mouth as he used the weight of his body to trap her against the floor while another employee, this one a woman, dug into her pockets to collect her car keys. Once that employee was out and the door was shut, the telltale little shaking of the van coming to life and driving away meant that Sunflower was already being taken away from her last known location.

For the next several minutes, Bianca Lanese watched as Sunflower was wrestled into submission, held still and prevented from making useless cries for help. She struggled and fought, but had no leverage or strength to free herself. After a time, the van stopped and the driver went to the back to help tie her up. By the end of the video, Sunflower was captured in a tight hogtie, her ankles and wrists nearly touching, her knees and elbows bound together, and her head contained in a tight leather hood that concealed a mouth filling gag.

Her own car was being handled by Bianca’s people, by the woman who stole Sunflower’s car keys and the man who was in the gas station distracting the employees from looking at the camera footage. Within twenty-four hours Sunflower would be tied to Bianca’s bed in her penthouse, waiting for her new Mistress to enjoy her for the first time.

Sunflower went on to spend several years as Bianca’s slave. And while Bianca eventually sold her on as she inevitably did with all of her pets, there was still this footage of the original kidnapping.

Bianca’s acquisition team had standing orders to record the abductions of their employer’s pets whenever it was feasible. Obviously, this was not always feasible. Sometimes the authorities were too close at hand to risk taking the time and effort to collect evidence of their actions, or there simply was not enough time to set up a camera. Bianca understood these things. She even understood the occasional mistake. One time a man had forgotten to take the lens cap off a camera. Bianca took it in stride, though she also made it clear that there would be severe consequences if it happened a second time.

To date, it had not happened a second time. Bianca did not hire amateurs. Especially not where her pets were concerned. It was for this reason that the team had successfully recorded more of their assigned abductions than not.

On another whim, Bianca selected another video. This one was footage of Bunny’s abduction. Apparently Bianca was in the mood for blondes this morning. She idly thumbed the penthouse intercom to call for Starlight to come to her bedroom, then settled in to watch the footage.

Bianca remembered the night vividly. She had been at an exclusive club in the city, watching the dancing from above in the VIP area with some of her colleagues when she spotted Bunny. She had been wearing a tight pink dress, dark nylons, and heels that were just the right height to let her dance. Her bleach blonde hair reminded Bianca of a playboy bunny, though it would be several weeks before Bianca dressed her as such.

The footage did not start until after one of Bianca’s people was sent to invite her to the VIP area. It started when she entered a private room, where Bianca’s personal bodyguard played the role of the interested VIP. Bianca watched, live back then and in bed now, as Bunny was tricked rather than forced into bondage. How she giggled and flirted with the bodyguard to the point where she thrust out her wrists behind her to be tied. A coat was draped over her shoulders to hide it, and she was led out of the room to Bianca’s limousine and her new life, still smiling as she went.

Bianca didn’t watch this footage to the end. Her door opened. Starlight had arrived, dressed in an electric blue sports bra and black compression shorts. She was still sweating from the workout Bianca had interrupted to call her into the room. Her own long blonde hair was trapped in a pony tail and her glaring eyes were narrow and annoyed as ever.

Bianca didn’t say a word. She set aside her tablet, snapped her fingers, and pointed to herself. Starlight huffed, and crawled onto the bed to get to work.