Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, bondage, non-consensual, F/f, lesdom, bondage slavery, spanking

This is a scene introducing another member of the Kraken Club

Miranda did not look like a Kraken, much less a branch leader. She looked more like a normal, over-entitled suburban housewife who would be more at home demanding to see a manager than training and selling kidnapped bondage slaves. Her metallic red hair was in a bob, one curtain of it hanging neatly over her left eye. She was slighter taller than average at 5’7” and in reasonably good shape, maybe a little overweight, for a woman in her late forties, and her skin had a healthy tan that suggested she spent time outdoors. She was wearing a sleeveless gold blouse and black pants.

But for Erin, the fact that she recognized Miranda was the most unexpected detail about her new owner.

The enslaved ex-Kraken Club employee had been expecting to be shipped somewhere halfway around the world after that bitch Margaret fired her. Europe seemed like a safe bet. The Kraken Club was bigger and had less competition there. There was also the possibility that Margaret would send her to some friend of hers, or claim Erin for herself.

Instead Erin discovered, after being marched into this luxurious office where her blindfold was ripped off, that she had been bought by the woman who ran the Kraken Club branch in Wisconsin. Erin could hardly believe her good luck. She was only what, three hours away from home? Four? She had family in Wisconsin. People who would shelter her if she got away. And she would get away. ‘They’ liked to say no one had ever escaped the Kraken, but that couldn’t be true.

Right?

“I can see your status hasn’t completely sunk in.” Miranda’s voice was sharp. Erin lowered her gaze, responding without wanting to. She wanted to fidget in place and pull at the armbinder and the chained leather cuffs containing her limbs. Instead she held still, shivering a little but remaining silent. The panel gag muzzling her wasn’t even necessary.

Erin was going to escape. She was! But until she saw a real chance…

I will simply show you over and over again, as clearly as possible, that this body no longer belongs to you. It is the property of whoever happens to own you.

Erin’s eyes squeezed shut. She took a deep, silent breath. The situation hadn’t changed. She wasn’t dreaming. This was real. Erin was standing in the enormous office of a Kraken Club Team Lead. The Lead in question, Miranda, was circling her with a cold, satisfied expression. Erin wondered if she bought her for herself or for her branch as a whole.

Miranda was suddenly there, standing directly in front of Erin, looking over her. The woman was several inches taller than her new slave and seemed to revel in reminding her of it. Before, when she was free, Erin might have taken an unconscious step back. That instinct had now been trained out of her.

“It’s written all over your face,” said Miranda. She reached one hand to Erin’s breast, lifting it just high enough to fully reveal the Kraken and barcode tattoo that now branded the blonde. “Part of you still thinks this is temporary. Don’t you?”

Erin did not nod. She made no noise. What she did was look up. It was for less than an instant, but Erin’s chin came up and she couldn’t keep the fire out of her eyes before she made herself look back down.

Miranda chuckled. “Silly bitch.”

Then she stabbed the sharp nails of her thumb and pointer finger into Erin’s sensitive nipple into a hard pinch, following up instantly with a vicious twist. Erin didn’t cry out, she was too well-trained and too used to pain for that, but the flash of pain was intense enough for Erin to wonder if Miranda had drawn blood.

The slap Miranda then gave Erin was far less painful, since the thick panel gag shielded her from the worst of it. But the force and surprise of it was enough to knock Erin off balance and stumble a step or two before Miranda’s hand snaked out and grabbed her slave by the collar.

“I remember you, you know.” Miranda was laughing now. Erin did not like the sound of it. Especially since she had a pretty good idea of where Miranda remembered her from. “You were the snotty little bitch from the Cubs game Thomas just had to use as his mixer. Always sucking up to him and his lieutenants while mocking everyone else? I know my little ‘backwater branch’ isn’t respected, but you pissed off just enough people that I had to bid high to get you. Higher than I wanted to.”

She pulled Erin in close, her breath hot on the blonde slave’s skin.

“You’re going to make a wonderful stress ball.”

Erin whimpered. She couldn’t stop herself. Some owners preferred punishing their slaves with humiliation or discomfort over pain. Erin did. Margaret did. Apparently Miranda did not.

Miranda laughed again, then took a step back and snapped her fingers downward. “Face on the floor. Now. I want a better look at your ass.”

Erin felt her eyes start to water as she obeyed. She went straight to her knees, then carefully started to—

“Faster!” Miranda barked while aiming a smack at the ass she wanted to see. Erin grunted, but shoved her face to the ground, her hair splaying out all around her face. She was reminded of the day Margaret fired her and tied her down to the floor as she rested one cheek on this floor. At least this time the carpet was too soft for her to get any rugburn.

“You’re too flat back there, aren’t you? Nothing like those perky tits of yours. But don’t worry. You’ll be working on that.”

The Kraken Club did not employ nice people. Erin had never once expected a ‘nice’ Master or Mistress. But there were levels of cruelty and sadism, and she had been able to hope for an owner who wouldn’t be too harsh.

That hope was now gone.

Erin’s thoughts were interrupted by a sudden kick to her presented ass. This time she let out a yelp.

“Get over to my desk. I want to see how good you are with your tongue. No! Not on your feet! My slaves stay on their knees unless I say otherwise!”

She kicked Erin’s ass again, sending her tumbling forward. Erin could only push onward. In a few moments she would be pleasuring her owner. She thought back to the times she sat with her own slave between her legs and wondered if what he might be thinking. Now she would get a pretty good idea.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.

“Come in!”

Erin didn’t freeze or turn to look. Not right away. She kept on following her orders, scooting herself on her knees to her owner’s desk. She hated herself for it, but she knew better than to give Miranda any chance to poke holes in her ability to follow orders. Miranda would make her own chances just fine, she didn’t need Erin’s help.

It wasn’t until Erin was comfortably at a spot next to her owner’s chair that she stopped and rested on her knees, head above the desk so she could at least see what was going on.

There was a young man with brown hair—long enough to be styled on top, buzzed on the sides and back—poking his head in through the heavy door.

“Uh, do you have a minute?”

Miranda hadn’t moved from her spot in the office. She was looking at the door, her back to Erin.

“Ken! What can I do for you?”

Erin was shocked at the difference in her owner’s voice. The instant totality of the change was impossible to miss even in such a short greeting. There was no trace of the sadistic glee Erin was rapidly becoming familiar with. It was completely replaced by friendly warmth as Miranda greeted her employee.

As he stepped into the room, Erin saw that Ken was a man who was probably at least four or five years younger than she was, solidity in his mid-twenties. He looked to be almost six feet tall, and beneath his business casual khakis and long sleeved shirt was a skinny frame.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

Miranda waved him off. “Oh, nothing important, just breaking in a new slave.” She gestured to Erin. “She’ll be available to the next employee of the month, if you’re interested.”

Erin’s eyes widened.

Miranda’s words seemed to stop Ken short. He gave Miranda a sheepish smile. “Yeah, about that.”

“Uh oh. I know that look. And that tone, and those words. I think I’m going to need to sit down for this. Give me a minute.” She said it like she was making an inside joke with a close friend.

Erin’s heartbeat rose as her owner drew closer to her. Miranda had enough time to cast a critical eye over the blonde slave’s position and posture. Fortunately, she didn’t seem to find anything wanting, because she sat at her desk without saying or doing anything to Erin. The red-haired woman only leaned back in her seat, crossed her legs, and sighed theatrically.

“So. Where are you going?”

Erin was again caught off guard by Miranda’s new demeanor. By now she was downright relaxed. Erin was abruptly reminded of Thomas, the head of what had been her branch before Margaret fired and enslaved her. He was everyone’s friend. Or at least every free person’s friend. Always jovial and able to put someone at ease. It looked like Miranda’s management style was similar.

Though Thomas never offered his own slaves to whoever the employee of the month was.

The blunt question seemed to catch the man off guard. He took a second to find the right words. “Well, I haven’t actually said yes yet—“

Miranda held up a hand. “Stop. Ken, you’re not the first person to come in and tell me you’re leaving. You won’t be the last, either. It’s fine. I’m not angry at you. Just tell me where you’re going. Okay? Who’s stealing you from me?”

Ken’s shoulders shifted into a more relaxed posture. Erin could see the tension bleeding out of his body language.

“Los Angeles,” he said.

“Gabriella, huh?”

“Yeah. She contacted me about the possibility of transferring last week. I would have told you, but I didn’t think she’d give me a real offer so soon.”

“No chance I could make you a better offer?”

“Maybe. And even if you can’t the cost of living here would probably offset the difference. But… it’s not really about the money.”

“I understand. You want to live in a bigger city that has more going on. And you’re a movie buff, aren’t you? I can’t match a chance for you to move out to Hollywood.” Miranda leaned forward, resting her elbows on her desk. “When did you get this offer?”

“It was in my inbox this morning. I’ve been looking it over. I haven’t said yes yet, but I’m going to. I uh, I wanted to tell you first.”

To Erin, the scariest thing about the way Miranda smiled at the young man was that she could tell it was completely genuine. She wasn’t acting or playing it up at all.

“I appreciate that. I probably would have appreciated it a little more if you told me when she first contacted you—“

Ken looked away.

“—but I forgive you. Just know that you can always come back. I’m sure there’ll still be room.” She chuckled.

“Thank you.”

“Let me know when your last day is so we can have a little going away party for you. And Ken? Watch out for Gabriella. She’s a good boss, but I hear she can be a little more friendly to her male employees than they expect."

His eyebrows shot. “Ah, I see. Thanks.”

It was only when Ken left the room and the heavy door shut that Miranda’s demeanor shifted again.

She took a deep breath and let it out in a long, very real sigh.

“Damn it,” the redhead muttered under her breath. Erin barely heard it. “Gabriella, you bitch.”

Erin remained very, very still. She was uncomfortably aware that she was seeing her new owner in a moment that Miranda would probably choose to keep to herself. She wasn’t happy about this, no matter what she said to Ken. And if an unhappy Mistress had a slave within reach—

Sure enough, Miranda turned to look at the bound, gagged, and collared blonde woman kneeling at her side. Erin watched in horror as the tired look in her owner’s eye faded into anger. Not the playful sadism of before, but real anger.

And it was aimed directly at Erin.

Miranda stood and grabbed Erin by the hair in one motion. The blonde slave was roughly hauled up to her feet before she knew what was happening.

“Mmmph!” She grunted as her Mistress dragged her away from the desk.

“Oh shut up. I told you before, didn’t I? You’re one of my stress balls now, and I have a lot of stress to work out. This is what you’re here for.”

There was a large bondage table at the side of the office. The room was large enough that there was plenty of space for it away from the chairs she had set up to speak with visitors in. Opposite it was a comfortable looking couch, but it was the table Miranda pulled Erin to. Once there, the older woman shoved her slave’s face directly into the padded leather.

“Do you have any idea how often this happens? How often some asshole from halfway across the country or on the other side of the fucking planet steals one of my employees out from under me?”

She gave Erin a hard spank. Very hard. The sharp pain spreading out from the blonde woman’s was probably the most she ever got from a single spank at least until the second one landed. Erin was no stranger to pain since her firing and enslavement. But it wasn’t something she thought she would ever get used to.

“Mmmph! Mmm! Mmmmmmph!”

Miranda kept on going, smacking Erin in a frenzy for what seemed like forever, but was probably only a minute or two.

Each strike brought a new flash of pain to the bent over blonde. She waited for the moment when it would start to blur together into one deep pain, but that never happened. Miranda was good and spreading her strikes out just enough that there was always a space where the pain was starting to fade a little. Until Miranda hit it again, that is.

Eventually the spanking slowed until it stopped. Erin lay there, panting. She was sure that her face was almost as red from humiliation as her ass was from pain. Above her, she could hear her owner collecting her own breath. Then Miranda stood, her hand leaving the part of Erin’s head she was holding.

“Don’t move,” she ordered. “I’m going to get something to plug up your holes with.” She patted a tender spot on Erin’s ass. “After that we can get you fitted for your uniform.”

Erin slumped into the table unable to dredge up any fear or trepidation at her owner’s words. She knew she’d be plugged at some point. And while she wasn’t looking forward to whatever humiliating outfit Miranda chose as a uniform, she already knew she would prefer it to being naked.

Of course, there were a lot of things Erin would prefer to her new situation. If this first meeting with her new owner was any indication, she was not going to enjoy being Miranda's slave.

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