Kinktober 2023 #13 - Prisoner/Search

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, bondage, non-consensual, M/f, maledom, F/f, lesdom, kidnapping, bondage slavery 

The search was taking too long.

Talia tried to keep her parents’ organization running when they were arrested and imprisoned. She failed.

Most of her father’s remaining lieutenants were nice about it, believe it or not. A group of ruthless crooks probably should have been a lot more annoyed at the twenty-two year old who tried to take charge. Some of them were. One, daddy’s accountant Mrs. Sumter, had reacted very badly and tried to put a collar around Talia’s neck. But most just said “sorry kid, you’re not up for this,” and went on their way.

It infuriated Talia. They should have asked Mrs. Sumter how well she could handle herself. Wherever that skinny bitch ended up after Talia sold her, at least one of them could probably track her down.

Talia savored that memory. She’d asked the slavers to hogtie Mrs. Sumpter, to pull her arms back as far as they would go while pulling her ankles as close to her head as could be managed. Seeing that haughty blonde asshole all roped up with that big fat red ball shoved into her mouth and clamps biting into her bare nipples had brought Talia more happiness than anything since her parents’ arrest.

She should have taken pictures. Not just for herself, but to show the lieutenants who refused to listen.

But those pricks didn’t want to hear it. Talia’s parents were prisoners now, trapped in a federal penitentiary for at least a few decades. Conspiracy to commit murder, murder, fraud, blackmail, kidnapping, extortion, and everything else the feds managed to throw at them.

So with nothing else to do, unable to assume control or even live her life without her parents' money, Talia took what little inheritance she had from her grandparents and decided to search for the backstabbing rat bitch who made it all possible: Her mother’s own personal assistant, Arianna.

Or was she daddy’s assistant? Talia could never remember. She was pretty sure her parents used to pass the busty brunette bitch between the two of them. Daddy even offered to let Talia borrow her for a few weeks once. Talia hadn’t been interested. She didn’t share her parents’ thing for glasses girls.

To hunt Arianna down, Talia hired the slaver organization sold Mrs. Sumter to. She got promises and promises that they would eventually find their woman, but also excuses about how it would take a long time. The US Government wasn’t the best at hiding their star witnesses, but they weren’t as totally incompetent as some people liked to say they were. Especially not this soon after the trial she’d made possible.

Talia lived her life. It wasn’t easy, she had to stretch out the money she had if she wanted to live anywhere nearly as nicely as she was used to. Talia made some investments, lived in her dead grandpa’s house that was reasonably nice, but still pretty small. None of it mattered. She was losing money. Most of the investments were bad, and Talia was losing money fast.

Then, on one sunny fall afternoon, Talia got the call. The search was successful, and Arianna had been found. Did she want to come in and see to the bitch herself?

Of course Talia did!

The slavers let Arianna keep her glasses. Other than that, they hadn’t changed her clothes. Apparently the bitch had been set up to work at a library. She was in a sweater, loose skirt, and professional nude colored pantyhose. All of it was disheveled, since she had been wearing it for over a day.

And on top of all that was the tape, the stuff was wrapped all around her. Over and under her breasts, around her wrists and elbows, tying her arms down to her torso, flattening the too-loose skirt to her legs, keeping her legs tight together with one ankle over the ankle, and of course gagging her. Oh, did Talia like to see that gag. Tight tape wrapped around and around the bitch’s face, puffing out her cheeks beneath the glasses they allowed her to wear.

“Why bother? It’s not like she needs to see anything.”

“Some buyers will like it. If whoever owns her wants to get rid of them, they can.”

Arianna glared at Talia when she saw her. Talia glared right back, but with a smile. She wasn’t going to own Arianna, but she was going to have fun with her before they sold her.

At least, that was her plan.

But then the slavers started talking. Said the search had taken longer and more money than they’d expected. Said that they were going to need to be compensated for that extra expense, and that Talia couldn't afford it. Then they said that they didn’t need the obvious loose end that was Talia and how much she knew if the feds decided to ask her what happened to the woman they had in witness protection.

They grabbed Talia by the shoulders and shoved her to the ground.

Talia fought like a wildcat, but they weren’t amateurs. She was as taped up as Arianna in minutes, and then set up next to her in the transport van.

Both women were sold a few days later. Arianna had gone to a wealthy businessman in Spain with a bit of a librarian fetish, and Arianna had been a real librarian for a few months. It was perfect.

Talia went to Canada. She was going to be a sexy bunny girl for some remote mountain lodge that liked to arrange “bunny hunts.” In the summer that meant being turned out in the woods to be hunted down with paintballs, and in the winter that meant being chased down and tied up in the expansive lodge itself.

As time went by, and Talia lived more of her life as a bunny slave, she could at least take solace in knowing that the backstabber responsible for all of it was just as much of a slave as she was.

At least until the day when the Spanish businessman that bought Arianna visited the lodge with her in tow. She was still his slave, but after paying for some private time with one particular bunny in his room, Talia learned that Arianna had a lot more freedom than she did.

Bound and gagged to a bench, her bare ass bright red from the flogger in Arianna’s hands, Talia could only fume.

There was just no justice in the world.