Kinktober 2023 #7 - Mask/Cult

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, bondage, kidnapping, bondage slavery

Trevor’s acquisitions firm mostly did contract work. Someone would come in to hire him and his people to find someone, anyone, and kidnap them. Usually it was a specific individual, but sometimes they were given a checklist of features and details and told to acquire anyone who fit the bills.

But the firm still did operations on their own initiative, from time to time. They kept their ears to the ground, and when they had a chance to someone or someones they thought might make them some extra spending money, they did.

Case in point: the Blood of Heaven’s Dawn, a cult that had been recruiting people in the same city as the firm’s main base of operations.

It was a pretty standard setup. A charismatic douchebag wanted all the pretty girls for himself, so he set himself up as a prophet figure. He would prey on some vulnerable people, teach them to prey on more vulnerable people, and boom. A compound out in the sticks staffed by desperate young people who wanted to feel special.

Trevor almost felt bad about what he was planning to do.

There were between one and two dozen cult members when Trevor and his team struck. Including himself, there were exactly one dozen people on Trevor’s team, all of whom were some variety of ex-military. Five of them were ex-special forces on top of that.

Some kind of celebration was supposed to take place that night. Everyone was wearing these blood red, blank masks. Trevor was almost said he wouldn’t see the looks on their faces when they saw his teams’ balaclavas.

The attack was surgical, quiet, and fast. They moved in the dead of night, and were finished within two hours.

Nineteen moaning people, fourteen women and five men, were tied and gagged in the back of a truck by the time the sun rose. Zip ties around their ankles and knees, and the specialized ziptie plastic cuffs for their wrists. The cult leader himself was prominently bound hanging by his wrists where everyone could see just how much of a powerless weasel he was.

The other four men were twenty-somethings. They’d likely end up as laborers, but Trevor bet one or two were going to become someone’s boy toy in the near future.

The women were the real prize. Fourteen of them, ranging from age nineteen to thirty-six, most of which were under twenty-seven. All types. Blondes, brunettes, a redhead, and two pairs of Latina and Asian women. Some were slim, some curvy, and their measurements were all over the place.

The local authorities would notice the disappearance of the Blood of Heaven’s Dawn cult a few days later. There were news reports, first local and soon national. What the hell happened to these nuts?

By then a bunch of the girls and three of the guys were already sold. Mostly in bulk. The girls went in two sets of fives, one to the Narcine Corporation and the other to the Kraken Club. The three guys, including the cult leader, went to Narcine too.

The remaining seven captives all went individually to private buyers.

The first of them to go was a twenty-one year old blonde woman, she’d been one of the cult’s main recruiters. A grifter who hadn’t ever bought into what the leader was selling, but wanted a place to stay. Well she got a place to stay now, over in Scotland of all places. She lives in an honest to goodness castle now, does a lot of maid work when she’s not serving her master more directly.

The thirty-six year old was one of the top lieutenants, a disciplinarian who didn’t hesitate to smack the younger girls around. From what Trevor could tell, that’s pretty much what she ended up doing in her new home too. She got bought by a guy who had this whole teacher fantasy he wanted to play out, and rumor has it she took to it very well.

One of the Asian women, a curvy thing with a rack you could mount a rifle on, went on to a rich woman whose husband retained the firm’s services before Easter every year. Like the blonde, became a maid.

Lydia Greenwood bought one of the men too, for her own personal use rather than to be house staff. As Trevor predicted, at least one of them ended up a boy toy.

The other men ended up doing yard work rather than becoming a sex slave. .

The Latina girl who wasn’t sold in the first group became a pony girl. She was a tough young woman and was in great shape. That often translates to the physical intensity life requires as a pony demanded..

The firm almost kept the redhead to themselves for a while. But she was stubborn. Fierce and hard to break. In the end the firm was paid top dollar for her by a repeat customer who used them to disappear people. It was the first time they ever transported a package directly to him. He usually just has them sold off.

All in all, it was a successful operation. And, given how many copycats sprung up after the “mysterious disappearance” of the Blood of Heaven’s Dawn, Trevor suspected it wouldn’t be the last…