Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, F/f, lesdom, kidnapping, bondage slavery, puppy play, slave harem, Bianca’s Penthouse
There was something Penny wanted to ask. A request she wanted to make to her Mistress.
It had been on her mind since the vacation. When she saw the footage of Ruby—Miss Bianca’s newest slave—being abducted. Perhaps it had been even longer than that. The thought had occurred to Penny before then, but it was something she never seriously considered until that morning in bed when Mistress received a phone call and excitedly turned on the room’s TV.
“Watch,” Miss Bianca had ordered, never taking her eyes off the screen even as she held Penny close to feel her up. So Penny watched. What choice did she have? Her arms were bound above her head to the heavy oaken headboard. She wasn’t going anywhere. And closing her eyes or making enough noise to drown out the audio would have resulted in harsh punishment.
Mistress and slave saw the woman who would soon be renamed Ruby walk into her own home. Miss Bianca’s agents had set up the camera in advance for their employer’s viewing pleasure. It was positioned to encompass the door and most of the space near it. One of the darkly dressed men waiting to strike was visible from that angle, but not from the door. When the voluptuous Polynesian woman entered, disheveled from a day of waitressing at one of the tourists spots, she did not see him.
What followed naturally reminded Penny of her own abduction, despite the many different details. Penny had been taken from a hotel room in Paris rather than her own home in Hokkaido. And she had not struggled half as much as Ruby. Penny was short and had been only nineteen years old. She was barely over five feet tall and never very athletic. The sudden attack by men intent on her kidnapping had instantly overwhelmed her with blind terror.
The new girl was a fighter. She proved it when the three men waiting to whisk her away to her new life as property struck. Penny had frozen when she first felt powerful arms wrap around her and hold her mouth shut. The new girl instantly fought back, quickly escaping the man who came up behind her and aiming a vicious nose-breaking elbow at her second attacker.
Miss Bianca had laughed. Penny remembered it vividly. She was convinced this was the moment that earned Ruby her new name, for the shockingly bright red blood pouring from her attacker’s broken nose. Mistress laughed out loud at the sight of her newest pet fighting her inescapable fate.
And it truly was inescapable. Ruby did not last long. The men were professionals. They outnumbered her. Even the man with the bleeding nose collected himself rather quickly to help subdue her. She fought and struggled, but they overpowered her. They wrestled her to the floor and got her limbs under control. Within minutes Ruby was bound with handcuffs and tape, a spongy wad sealed behind her lips by a sturdy ball gag. The man whose nose she broke took a moment to deliver several harsh smacks to her behind and her face.
There was more to the video. Several minutes of men bundling up their target and preparing her for transport. But Penny only caught glimpses of that part. Miss Bianca’s interest in watching gave way to playing with the Japanese slave she had next to her. Penny wasn’t taken off guard, her owner’s appetite for her collection of women half her age was bottomless. If anything, Penny was surprised by how much of the video she was able to watch before Mistress was upon her.
It was some time before Penny was allowed to get out of bed.
Penny met Ruby in person hours later. Her handcuffs had been exchanged for an armbinder and her ball gag replaced with a thick rubber bit gag as her cage was wheeled into the cabin of Bianca’s private plane. It was then, the sight of such a fierce and spirited woman so thoroughly reduced to cargo, that Penny realized the request she wanted to ask of Miss Bianca.
It had been on her mind ever since. A constant, nagging thought that refused to leave Penny’s mind. But she had not been able to work up the nerve to ask. The question Penny wanted to ask was…
Once voiced aloud, Penny would never be able to take it back.
Penny sighed, her breath the only noise in the room.
More than a month had passed since that day. Penny was in bed again. This time it was her own, and no one else was in the room with her. She shifted her position, curling up under the luxurious covers that were atop an even more luxurious mattress. The sun was only part of the way through its early morning crawl up the horizon. The room was filled with its soft light.
Penny sat up. She still hadn’t made her request to Miss Bianca in the weeks since that vacation. But she was going to.
Today.
If she could work up the nerve…
*
When the sun was higher, Penny left her supremely comfortable bed. She showered and touched up her appearance in a bathroom that was larger than her university dorm had been. Once again Penny was surprised by how quickly that part went by. She had recently been allowed to grow her hair out and it now nearly reached her shoulders rather than stopping at her chin. Penny kept expecting it to take longer to dry and brush than it did.
Breakfast was waiting for Penny when she stepped into the dining room. She had called for it before preparing herself for the day, then timed herself to arrive just as it was ready. The morning meal was served to her within a minute of her sitting down by Starlight, a fellow captive and one of the two maids on duty for the week.
“Arigatou,” she said quietly to the blonde slave, whose only response was a glare. Penny flinched, and Starlight seemed to smirk beneath her veil as she stepped away.
Starlight hated being a maid. Penny could sympathize. She hated it too. Most of the women owned by Miss Bianca hated the job, but Starlight more so than the rest. She spent the weeks she was required to be a servant making sullen faces and glaring above the white cloth that veiled the lower half of her face, as if it was the other slaves’ fault it was happening to her. Then, when she was not a maid, Starlight did not hesitate to order around those who were.
Penny shivered and felt a twinge of guilt turn her stomach. She could sympathize with that as well.
A familiar thrill jolted up Penny’s body as the blonde woman brought her a glass of juice to go with her breakfast. She made discrete glances at Starlight’s body when no one would notice. Her prominent cleavage, her midriff wrapped up so nicely in her bustier and—as Starlight was walking away—her tight white skirt and dark nylon-covered legs.
There was one other woman in the room. Sky had beaten Penny to breakfast. She was dressed in nothing more than a set of onyx black lingerie, complete with a lacy underbust corset and garter belt to hold up her stockings. The only thing she wore that was not black was her collar. A pair of luxurious, shimmering opera gloves rested next to her place at the table. No shoes today. Sky looked like she was ready to crawl onto a bed at a moment’s notice. The quiet redheaded woman offered a friendly greeting to Penny as she began eating, which Penny returned with a polite nod.
For her part, Penny had chosen a more covering outfit for the day. She wore a lightly figure-hugging white shirt dress with dark blue trimming and tight sleeves that stopped short above her elbows. On her legs were a pair of stockings. They were an opaque navy-blue color, dark enough to seem black from a distance. They came up to a point a partway up her thighs, stopping just short of the hem of her skirt to leave a few visible inches of skin. They were complemented with bright white high heels that had straps running across her ankles.
And her collar, of course. All the captives wore one, studded with numerous small diamonds. They were as much a display of Miss Bianca’s wealth as they were a declaration of ownership over those who wore them.
“Where is Chestnut?” Penny asked Sky. The absence of a second maid was unusual. Starlight almost never served food when she could bully another maid into doing it for her. But her brunette partner for the week was nowhere to be seen.
“Feeding Ruby,” Sky replied. “I think the boss lady’s there too, watching.”
Of course. So far Ruby had not adjusted well to life in the penthouse. It had been weeks since her arrival and she remained every bit the fighter Penny glimpsed in the footage of her capture.
Most new slaves were defiant and disobedient at first, but in Penny’s experience it did not take too long before the reality of the situation sunk in. The sheer social force of seeing so many other captive women behaving so obediently did most of the training on its own. The threat of bondage and pain, along with the impossibility of escape, did the rest of the work.
It really was a simple choice. Obey and be pampered or fight and be punished. Ruby fought more than anyone Penny knew and consequently was punished more often than any other new captive until, suddenly, she wasn’t.
One day Ruby calmed down and began to obey. She still grumbled and glared, which was fine. Bianca never demanded her slaves pretend to enjoy their new lives as her captives. But Ruby tried. She pretended to come around and wholly submit, which made it very obvious to everyone that she was preparing for an escape attempt.
That attempt finally came the previous night. Ruby had stolen a carving knife and made a break for it, trying to slip out through the only door leading out of the penthouse. Predictably, once Ruby was unable to make it through the locked door. It was only ever unlocked when Bianca came or left. Even if Ruby had been able to open it, she would have met with the guards stationed outside the exit.
Ruby had been warned about the guards. Everyone told her what she could expect beyond their penthouse prison’s single doorway. Escape by force was not an option. But Ruby refused to listen. Penny wondered if she was incapable of believing it until she saw it for herself.
On that night she did see it for herself. She could not get through the door. When she finally understood that Ruby had run back to the dining room and charged straight at Miss Bianca with her knife. And Bianca—a woman in excellent physical condition and with decades of self-defense and martial arts training to fall back on—protected herself. The two guards that followed Ruby into the room with tasers minutes later were hardly needed.
If enough of the women Miss Bianca held prisoner worked together, they could overcome her. Penny did not think it would even require all of them. Half could manage. They all knew it, and Miss Bianca knew it too. But even if they could open the one and only door, there was no overcoming the guards. Furthermore, most of their food was delivered to them from outside. There were only enough snacks and drinks in the refrigerator to last a few days. If Bianca was ever hurt or worse by a violent kind of rebellion… well…
There was no escape. And it had been made abundantly clear that if any lasting harm were to come to Miss Bianca, her slaves could only expect to be sold to owners that would be far less kind than she was.
Still, Bianca made a point of punishing any attempts to escape her. Penny had witnessed such punishments and had a good idea of what she might state she might see Ruby in when she found their owner.
Sky finished breakfast first. She said something about finding something to read when she left Penny to finish her own meal and Starlight to clean up after her.
Penny savored breakfast. It was delicious, if not her favorite meal. None of the slaves got to choose their own food. Bianca paid a nutritionist to select their meals for them. Nothing but the best of care for her pets.
When she was done Penny left the room, feeling another little thrill as she heard Starlight pick up her dirty dishes behind her, and searched for her owner. She was intent on asking her question as soon as possible. The longer she waited, the more likely her nerves would fail her.
As Sky predicted, Penny found Bianca with Chestnut and Ruby. Penny’s heart sank a little. She needed to be alone. Her terrible thoughts and the desire that had been building up within for so long were things she wanted as few people to hear as possible. Once Penny voiced her request and the others found out… none of them would ever look at her the same way again. Her best chance to prevent that was to get Miss Bianca alone.
There was every chance Bianca would see fit to inform the rest of the slaves about it. But there was nothing Penny could do about that.
There was no meal being fed to Ruby, that part was probably done with. The three women were inside the penthouse theater. Chestnut stood at attention above Ruby, who was hobbled on the ground.
Ruby’s escape attempt had lost her a number of privileges as part of her punishment. First among those privileges was the ability to walk freely. The Polynesian woman was on her knees and elbows, her limbs fed into four thick leather sleeves that kept them folded in on themselves. There were pads on their ends to give their wearer’s extremities some minor comfort as she was forced to stand on her elbows and knees, but Penny did not doubt for a second that they were absolutely hellish to wear.
She did not know for sure. Penny had never attempted escape.
The other privileges Ruby had lost included clothing, which was why she was totally naked save for the leather sleeves and her own diamond-studded collar; and speech, which was why a thick plug gag covered the lower half of her face. Penny thought she saw the remains of some mushy food caught on the inside of that gag from when Ruby was fed.
Finally, a leash attached to Ruby’s collar was in Chestnut’s hand. The maid stood above the bound Ruby, eyes darting down to the woman she was supposed to keep in place. Penny looked down and was reminded of a misbehaving dog. And not just because of the leash. When Ruby turned to see who was coming in, Penny saw a face still fierce with anger. Ruby’s skin had lost much of its tan since coming to the city. At first glance one could mistakenly think the curvaceous woman was Caucasian instead of Polynesian. But that only made the bright red of her angry flush and the markings of her punishment on her rump and breasts more prominent.
“Ah, Penny,” said Bianca when she saw who was at the doorway. She wore a simple silk robe, loosely open just enough to glimpse her otherwise bare breasts and straightforward black panties as she set something she was holding to her side. “You just missed the show. Do you remember that lovely video you got to watch on the day I first had Ruby here taken?”
“Yes, Miss Bianca.” How could she ever forget? It had given Penny a thirst she was increasingly unable to ignore.
“You just missed seeing it again. I thought it would be a good way to remind Ruby of certain things.” She paused, taking a moment to look over Penny and her outfit. Penny found herself standing straighter when Bianca smiled and patted the space next to her on the leather couch. “Come here.”
Penny obeyed. She quickly stepped over to her Mistress and took her seat as ordered. Bianca immediately pulled her in close, snaking her free arm around Penny’s side and under her arm to begin groping her. Penny felt her owner’s familiar grip squeeze one breast before traveling downward to feel her stockings.
“You’ve picked a lovely outfit today, Penny. Very fetching.”
Penny lowered her gaze and pulled herself closer to her owner as she was expected to. As she wanted to. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Bianca smirked, then reached into the discarded folder at her side and pulled out a document. “Now,” she said to herself, loudly enough to make it clear everyone was to listen, “where was I?”
She did not speak to or further acknowledge Penny as she searched for her place on the piece of paper in her hand, though her other hand continued its explorations of Penny’s body. Penny was now a simple toy for her Mistress to enjoy playing with as she did more important work.
“Here we are,” said Bianca. “Age nineteen. Date of birth: August nineteenth—a golden birthday. Lovely. Subject is five foot eleven, weighs one hundred and seventy pounds. Occupation: student at the local community college, but works at a convenience store on the side. Hobbies include surfing and biking.”
She went on like that, listing various points of information about an unnamed figure. Where this person lived. Details about how they spent their time and their usual routines. Penny had a pretty good idea of what was going on. She looked at the woman bound and gagged on the floor.
Ruby was growing more and more agitated. She quivered in either rage or fear, Penny couldn’t tell. What little the Japanese slave could see of her expression suggested both. Hateful eyes, but too scared to look directly at the object of that hate. Full body shivers. A glimmer of budding tears at the edges of her eyes.
This lasted until Bianca abruptly stopped reading and returned her direct attention to the slave at her side.
“Tell me Penny, do you know what I am reading right now?”
Penny nodded. “I think so, mistress.”
“Tell me.”
“It… sounds like you are reading information on… about Ruby’s sister.”
“Close,” Bianca held the file back up to read. “That one was her younger brother. I finished reading about her two older sisters before you came in. Those are the only three siblings she has, but my people have compiled similar reports about a number of other individuals. Cousins, friends, a suitable aunt. You understand why I had them do this, don’t you Penny?”
Penny gave her owner a nod, her voice on the verge of trembling. “Yes, Miss Bianca. I understand.”
Bianca’s eyes were mirthfully sadistic. “And would you care to explain what you understand to Ruby?”
Ruby needed no explanation. Her furious expression made it clear to everyone that she understood the threat just fine on her own. If she was afraid, she wasn’t showing it anymore.
Still, a command was a command. Penny looked directly at her fellow captive.
“As punishment for attacking her and trying to escape, Miss Bianca will have somebody close to you abducted and… and sold.”
Penny’s heart was beating fast and hard.
Ruby snarled at the woman holding Penny to her side. Above her, hands tightly gripping the leash as befit an obedient and well-behaved maid, Chestnut grimaced. Bianca had made this threat to her at least once before. Penny remembered it clearly. She had been present, heavily bound and gagged on the floor of a limousine, being struck by their owner with a crop.
“I’m not sure I’ll go that far just yet,” said Bianca. Her tone was casual, her satisfied smile betraying no worry over her newest pet’s vicious hatred. “After all, it’s not as though Ruby’s temper tantrum last night did me any harm.”
The older woman stood and moved to kneel down over her curvaceous captive’s head. She ran her hand through Ruby’s long, dark air, petting the bound and gagged woman like a dog. Gently at first, then harder. Harsher. Until she stopped petting and forcefully grabbed Ruby’s hair in her fist. Her smirk disappeared then, all traces of mirth vanishing as her expression turned cold and cruel.
“But make absolutely no mistake, slave. If you ever raise your hand against me against me again, in any way, somebody you care about will be a collared slave within days. Do you understand me?” With her other hand, Bianca grabbed hold of Ruby’s chin and made her look directly into her eyes.
“And they won’t join you here. They will be auctioned. Sold to the highest bidder and far more likely to end up chained to a bed in a brothel than with an owner who allows them the luxuries I am kind enough to grant you. Maybe they’ll become an animal, like how you’re a dog right now, but permanently. I know the owner of a pony ranch that works his ponies hard and always needs fresh stock. Or maybe they’ll end up in a place that will suit them up from head to toe in rubber and turn them into faceless, mindless little toys.”
Penny thought of her supremely comfortable bed. Of the delicious, healthy food she ate every day, served to her by a beautiful maid. The libraries of books, films, and video games available to her. The countless hours of baseball games she had watched in this very room.
Bianca leaned in closer to her captive, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
“And you, Ruby, will see as much of it as possible. You will see them being abducted, the same way as you saw yourself being abducted just now. You will see them being trained. And you will see them being sold. You will witness every minute of their new lives that I can get my hands on.”
Penny saw her Mistress’s grip on Ruby’s face and hair tighten. She was angry. Bianca never raised her voice, but her words were tight with anger.
“Do you understand?”
Ruby was shaking in fear and rage. Penny stared, transfixed and shivering herself. It was rare to see Miss Bianca angry. She rarely lost her composure. The sight of her so furious now was… was…
Penny squirmed in her seat.
Very slowly, with obvious reluctance, Ruby forced herself to nod.
Bianca did not immediately release her grip. Her unwavering glare remained until Ruby started squirming again.
“Good.” Bianca let go of Ruby’s hair and stood, returning to her typically business-like demeanor. “You have the day to yourself, then. Chestnut, let her off the leash before you return to your duties.”
Chestnut bowed. She did not speak. Maids were only supposed to speak when directly asked a question.
“Very good. And Penny—” Penny’s heart soared. This was perfect. She was about to order her to come with her for some private time. After that episode? She must be riled up. They would be alone, and Penny would be able to ask the question she wanted to without fear of anyone overhearing, and “—enjoy whatever you came in here to watch. I ate a light breakfast before and I’m still hungry. I’ll see all of you later.”
Bianca left, sweeping out of the room without another word or glance. Penny tried to speak, tried to say something to get her to stay long enough for her to ask her question, but found the words dying in her throat. She was still shaking, feeling too many roiling, conflicting things to speak or think clearly.
Bianca was gone. Chestnut unclipped the leash from Ruby’s collar, gave her fellow slaves sympathetic looks, and left the room.
Ruby didn’t look at anyone. She was staring wide-eyed at the floor, stunned and confused by the abrupt way Bianca had finished making horrible threats to her family and friends. It was some time before she managed to unroot her gaze from the ground and slowly crawl out of the room on her bound limbs, still unwilling to look at Penny.
Penny watched her leave, thinking she should probably say something to comfort her but unable to come up with anything that might actually help. In the end she said nothing before Ruby left the room in the opposite direction Bianca had. She simply sat there, alone with her thoughts.
There had not been a chance to ask. Not in front of Chestnut and Ruby. It had to be when Penny was alone with her Mistress. That was the only time she would be able to ask.
But she hadn’t asked yet, had she? Penny had been alone with Bianca numerous times since seeing Ruby’s abduction, usually at least once or twice a week. She still hadn’t asked. Penny didn’t have the nerve. Even now she could feel her courage slipping away. It would fail her today, the same way it had every day she’d tried to ask.
No.
Penny stood. She took a deep, calming breath. Then she marched off in the direction of the dining room. No more waiting. Penny was going to find Miss Bianca at breakfast and ask the question.
Her Mistress was in her seat at the head of the table with a plate of cinnamon rolls. No one else was ever allowed to sit there. Starlight stood at attention next to her, eyes mad and blank while she waited on her captor.
“Penny,” Bianca raised one elegant eyebrow at the petite Japanese slave’s approach. “Don’t tell me Ruby is already causing more trouble.”
“No, Mistress,” replied Penny. Her march slowed and she found something in her throat when she tried to speak. She shook her head and took another breath. No stopping now. Today was the day.
“I am here because—“her voice nearly fell, but she made herself continue, “—I have something to ask you. A request.”
Bianca took a bite of her food. “Oh?”
“Yes.” Penny came to a stop at Bianca’s side. Her gaze flashed up to meet Starlight’s. The blonde looked suspicious. “I—um, may I please ask you in private?”
“No.”
Penny faltered. Why had she done this? If she was capable of getting this far with Starlight looking on, surely she could work up the nerve to ask in private! Damn! It seemed her burst of courage had come with an equal measure of stupidity.
But there was no turning back now.
“Out with it Penny,” said Bianca, unaware that Penny’s resolve made her order unnecessary. “Unless you want to spend the rest of the day like Ruby.”
“I… there is a person I know. Knew! In my former life. A classmate.”
“Your classmate?” Bianca had been about to take another bite. She set the roll down and turned just enough to look at Penny from the side of her eye. “What classmate? What do you want, Penny? Medical bills paid? Debts settled? A scholarship?”
“Well, Mistress, I—“ Penny looked around, suddenly terrified that another person would walk in the room. There was no one. She turned back to her owner.
“I am asking you to have her taken and… and sold.
“I want you to make her a slave.”