Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, F/f, lesdom, kidnapping, bondage slavery, cunnilingus, slave harem, Bianca’s Penthouse
“Excuse me?”
It was rare to see Miss Bianca look surprised. Apparently none of her captives had ever asked her to enslave someone on their behalf before. But now Penny had, and there was no going back.
“I am… requesting that you have somebody I used to know k–kidnapped.” Damn it. Penny was still stuttering the word like she had when she practiced. “And then I want her to be… sold at auction like, like you told Ruby you would do to her siblings if she misbehaved.”
There it was. Now Penny had not only made her request, but repeated it. Her words hung in the air. There was a long moment where her Mistress simply looked at her pet as though she was seeing the young Japanese woman for the first time. Penny felt her heart flutter and beat faster in her chest.
It was a struggle for Penny to not look around the room again. There was still a terrible possibility that someone other than Starlight would enter, or had been close enough to the dining room to overhear. Penny wasn’t sure she could handle the shocked, horrified expressions on the faces of her fellow captives if they heard what she wanted to ask. Or no, if they heard what she had asked. She couldn’t even look at Starlight, who she disliked. The blonde maid was still there, next to Bianca and in the corner of Penny’s eye. Penny could tell she was staring, but she didn’t dare look directly at the blonde’s face.
Eventually, Bianca leaned back in her seat. She looked down at her half-eaten meal.
“Go to my room,” she ordered. “Both of you. Wait for me there. Starlight, you will not repeat a single word you heard here to anyone. If I catch so much as a hint that you’re even thinking about it, you will be harshly punished. Is that understood?”
Penny still couldn't look at Starlight directly, but in her peripheral vision she saw the blonde maid lower her head in acknowledgement.
“Good. Now go.”
Penny couldn't leave the room fast enough. She sped out, eyes on the floor and moving as fast as her high heels allowed her. Embarrassment, excitement, shock, satisfaction, and a sense of disgust with herself Penny thought she was done with were all raging inside of her. Starlight was right behind her, moving at a slower pace but never far enough behind her that Penny could forget she was there.
They didn’t encounter anyone else. Penny was grateful for that much.
As they reached Bianca’s Master Bedroom, the woman’s voice came over the intercom system. “Chestnut, report to the dining room. I don’t care what you’re in the middle of, you need to clean the table.”
There was a quick little snort behind Penny. Starlight never liked doing maid work. It seemed her relief at not having to clean momentarily outweighed whatever else she was feeling.
Penny entered the Master Bedroom. It was just as richly furnished as the rest of the penthouse. Penny usually spent at least one or two nights a week in this room. There were doors to Bianca’s walk-in closet, her bathroom, and to the one room the pets were almost never allowed inside: her office. A massive abstract painting Penny could never decipher took up most of the wall to the left of the entrance. Opposite the bed was a large wall-mounted screen.
The bed itself commanded immediate attention, as it always did. It was a sleekly made modern design, but large enough that Penny suspected every single person living in the penthouse could fit on it. Bianca used to have a four poster bed, much like the four poster beds in every other bedroom, but had switched it out for this the last time she took her pets on vacation. Penny liked the change. Amazingly, the mattress was even more comfortable than its predecessor.
“What the hell was that?!” shrieked Starlight’s voice as soon as the door closed.
Penny spun around, surprised. “Maids are not supposed to talk,” she said. The words slipped out before she could stop them.
Starlight folded her arms and scoffed, looking far more formidable in her maid uniform and with half her face hidden by a white cloth than anyone had a right to. Her eyes blazed with rage, shock, and disgust. Starlight was not going to be intimidated by the consequences of rule-breaking. “So fuckin’ tell on me. I don’t care. I mean–why the hell would you ask for something like that? How did you even think of it? What makes you think she’ll kidnap someone for you?”
Penny twisted away, unable to take the force of that glare. It took her a moment to find the right words. “Mistress is very casual about kidnapping us. Why not someone else? She buys other things for us when we are obedient.”
Bianca had been buying things Penny asked for for some time. Expensive things, sometimes. Baseball memorabilia and merchandise, video game consoles and games to play them on, specific articles of clothing Bianca didn’t think of herself. This was… it really was the same thing, wasn’t it? At least as far as someone who bought and sold people like Bianca Lanese was concerned. To her, people were just another kind of property. So it made sense that Penny’s owner would see the kidnapping of someone as simply another gift to one of her favorite and most well-behaved pets.
Starlight was silent now, just staring at Penny in the same way their owner had. Like she had never met the Japanese woman before. Penny didn’t like it.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said stop looking at me like that! Just–go stand in the corner over there!”
Starlight blinked in clear surprise. Penny couldn't blame her. Her own eyes were wide in surprise at herself. She never gave orders to the others. Penny never even told the enslaved staff what to do at the resorts Bianca sometimes brought them to. At most she politely asked for things.
After a moment, Starlight recovered. “Did you seriously just try to put me in time out? I’m not a goddamn toddler!.”
Penny didn’t know what a “time out” was, but she did know that she wasn’t trying to do anything. Starlight was a maid, and maids were supposed to obey. She never hesitated to give orders when other people were being maids, when Penny was a maid. Now it was her turn to obey another slave.
“No, but you are a maid. So go stand in the corner! Go!”
Starlight kept glaring, but did as she was told. She crossed her arms and huffed as she went where Penny was pointing. Penny was reminded very strongly of Sachiko when her mother told her to do things she did not want to do.
Sachiko. A woman Penny had known all her life. Who Penny had just requested be kidnapped and sold into the same kind of slavery she was trapped in.
Penny sat down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She had done it. After so much time spent trying to work up the nerve, Penny had gone to her Mistress and made her request. Would Miss Bianca do as she asked? Maybe Starlight was right, and this was beyond what her owner would be willing to grant her.
But… why wouldn’t she? Miss Bianca had no problem ordering people kidnapped. That was why Penny and Starlight and everyone else were here in the penthouse to begin with. And she threatened Ruby and Chestnut with selling people they were close to. Bianca had mentioned auctions and brothels and pony farms and…
Penny shivered. Images raced through her mind of Sachiko suffering the fates Bianca had been threatening Ruby’s siblings with less than thirty minutes ago. It was so easy to picture the athletic, stylish woman Penny had grown up with chained to a luxurious bed in gorgeous lingerie, or wearing a full set of leather pony tack that displayed her muscles and figure for all to see.
Maybe in a few months Sachiko would be walking a casino floor in a sexy playboy bunny outfit. Wouldn’t that be a sight? Her fit legs framed by the tights, her taut midsection contained within a perfectly tailored teddy… Penny recalled a time when Sachiko mocked that costume. She would hate to be forced to strut around in it.
Perhaps Sachiko would soon be on all fours as a pet, like Ruby was being right now. Some of Miss Bianca’s friends and associates kept their slaves like that. Puppies and kitten slaves, to be exact. Penny had met some of them, and had even been made to play with a kitten when Bianca took her out several months ago. She would never forget the way the Latina woman had meowed, sounding so similar to a real cat. Nor could she forget the heat she felt while watching the pet slave perform the tricks her owner had trained her to do.
Life as a slave maid was another possibility for Sachiko. It wouldn’t be the same as when the captives in Bianca’s home had to be maids every few weeks, with free limbs and a simplistic, almost minimalist uniform. Sachiko would be encased fully in rubber or latex, her legs and arms bound to limit her motion as she cleaned at a snail’s pace.
Penny could almost hear Sachiko’s gagged voice begging for release, for mercy.
The bedroom door opened.
Mistress Bianca strode into the room, her robe flaring out behind her. Penny jumped to her feet and stood at attention as if she were a maid. Bianca gave her an amused smile, then glanced around the room. Her eyebrow raised when she saw Starlight standing in the corner. She then gave Penny the same considering look she had earlier. Silence reigned, broken only by the sound of the door closing on its own.
“Starlight, come over here. Penny, make yourself comfortable.” Bianca went to sit down in her plush easy chair, off to the side. The bed wasn’t the Master Bedroom’s only furnishing, after all. Bianca was still wearing only her robe, a pair of panties, and comfortable slippers.
Starlight was there a second later, on her knees and gingerly removing those slippers. Once they were gone Bianca crossed one leg over the other. Then, without any hesitation, the haughty blonde maid who had been glaring and yelling at Penny minutes earlier raised her cloth veil and brought her mouth to Miss Bianca’s raised foot. Faint sounds of her licking and sucking her owner’s toes soon were soon audible.
She didn’t look at Penny once as she worked. Didn’t even glance at her. Penny felt relief.
“Honestly Penny, if your idea of being comfortable just means you’re going to keep standing there, you might as well make yourself useful. Tie Starlight’s wrists together for me, will you?”
Penny was moving before she realized it. “Yes Miss Bianca,” she said. Everyone had spent enough time in this room to know where the rope was. Penny went straight for the bedside table and pulled out a length of Bianca’s favorite kind of silk cord. When she made it to Starlight, the blonde’s wrists were already behind her back and held together.
“Good girl,” complimented Bianca as Penny bound the blonde woman’s wrists. She had a lot of practice with rope since her captivity began, and in minutes there were neat coils binding Starlight’s wrists tightly together. At no point in the process did Starlight stop worshiping their owner’s feet, but Penny felt her pulling at the ropes and testing their strength. There was no give. Penny was good with rope.
Bianca spoke, reclaiming Penny’s attention. “Now, and I mean it this time, make yourself comfortable. Then you can tell me about this person you want me to enslave.”
Penny felt her face turn red as she stood back up and, not knowing what else to do, sat back down on the bed. Before she spoke, Bianca changed the position of her legs for Starlight to begin worshiping her other foot.
“Her name is Sachiko,” said Penny. “Honda Sachiko. Or, Sachiko Honda, I suppose. Her family name is Honda and her personal name is Sachiko. In Japan we say the family name first and I am not sure which version I should be–”
“Stop that,” Bianca interrupted. “Don't ramble, Penny. Calm down. There is no rush here. Take as much time as you need.”
Penny nodded rapidly. “Yes Mistress. I am sorry. I just–” she trailed off, her eyes drifting down to her fellow slave. This time Starlight did glance at her, she was at just the right angle to be able to do so.
“Don’t worry about Starlight. She’s not going to say anything to anyone about what she hears here.” Bianca looked down at the woman. “Because she is the only person other than you or I who is going to hear this conversation. That means if I see any sign that anyone else knows what you and I are discussing, then the information could only have come from her. And she will be severely punished for it.”
In her mind, Penny saw what would happen a second before it did. Miss Bianca’s mouth curled into a small and satisfied smile. Bianca pulled her foot away from Starlight’s mouth, spread out her legs, and pulled the part of her panties that covered her sex to the side. There was only a moment’s pause before Starlight reacted. She shuffled forward on her knees, her bound hands shaking back and forth, and leaned forward until her face was right between Bianca’s legs.
A new set of faint sounds gently filled the air.
“I’ll put her in an isolation hood, so she won’t be able to see, hear, or speak. I think that sounds like a fitting punishment for a gossipy bitch, don’t you Penny?”
Squirming in place, Penny nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”
“There will also be an armbinder, and her ankles will be chained to keep her moving slowly. I think I’ll keep her like that for, oh, let’s say two weeks to start with. And whenever anyone else sees her, they’ll be obligated to give her a little spanking. I imagine she’ll have a hard time sitting down by the end of the first day. After that I think she can be your personal maid for a month or two, and go right back in the hood if she whines about it.”
Penny’s breath hitched. She looked down at Starlight in her half-naked state as she pleasured their owner, wearing that tight white miniskirt and black bustier, her toned legs contained in those dark pantyhose, her gloved arms bound firmly behind her back. Penny found she liked the idea of having a personal maid. She really did.
“Do you understand, Starlight? Tell me you understand.”
The sounds of Starlight’s work stopped. “Yes, Miss Bianca. I understand.”
“Good.” The sounds started again. Bianca gripped Starlight’s hair with one hand and pulled the maid a little further into her. “Now Penny, tell me about Honda Sachiko. Who is she?”
Penny started, not expecting to be addressed so quickly again. “She–I have known her for a very long time. We were neighbors, and we went to school together.”
“Was she your bully?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Did she betray you in some way? Steal from you? Get you in serious trouble somehow?”
“No.”
“Did you have a crush on her?”
“No, Miss Bia–or, well, yes. I did. And I know that she must still be very beautiful today.” Penny felt a blush creep across her cheeks. The teenage crush she once had on Sachiko had long since faded into simple–if intense–physical attraction, and Penny couldn’t pretend that she hadn’t spent a great deal of time imagining Sachiko in sexy slave outfits recently. She had been doing it only a few minutes ago! “But that is not why I want her to be kidnapped.”
“Is that so?” Bianca’s eyes were closed, and her breathing had deepened. Starlight’s efforts were starting to affect her. “So she didn’t bully you, stab you in the back, or break your heart. I have to admit, I’m at a loss. Why would you ask me to have her sold off?”
Starlight’s rhythm was audibly slowing down. The sounds of her efforts to pleasure Bianca grew more gentle and quiet. She was obviously listening carefully. Penny expected their owner to scold Starlight and tell her to speed back up. The words didn’t come. Penny didn’t know if her Mistress was too focused on her to pay as much attention to Starlight or if she wanted the blonde to hear everything.
Did it really matter?
Penny closed her eyes and took one more deep breath before beginning to speak.
She told her Mistress about her history with Sachiko and how forceful her lifelong companion was. When they were children Sachiko would dictate every game they played, every show they watched, and everything else they spent time doing. It was hardly a problem then, as they spent plenty of time apart as well.
But as they grew older and went through school together, Sachiko continued to boss Penny around. She would dictate which school clubs the two of them joined, even if Penny had no interest in them. When Penny tried to break off and do something on her own, Sachiko would berate and belittle her, seemingly without even meaning to.
“You really think you can handle that without me there to help you? Let me show you how it’s done.”
“You can’t be serious, there’s no way you’ll be any good at something like that.”
“You’ll make a fool of yourself if I’m not there to help you. I’ll need to come along.”
It hadn’t been all bad, Penny could admit that. There were times when Sachiko would scare off someone who was teasing her, when she helped Penny study for a test on a topic she was struggling with (a favor Penny could return, as her strongest subjects were Sachiko’s weakest). Sachiko was as loyal as she was bossy.
In the long run, however, the good simply was not worth the bad.
Eventually, Sachiko was even deciding who Penny was allowed to date. All in the name of “looking out” for her. She would scare off boys who asked Penny out if she did not approve of them and shove the ones she did approve of right into Penny’s face, complete with instructions on when they would meet, even though Penny never liked any of them. She hadn’t liked the ones Sachiko scared off either, but it was the principle of the thing. Besides, Sachiko never listened when Penny told her she liked girls.
Without realizing it, Penny had allowed her “friend” to control her life.
She was not the only person Sachiko was so forceful with, all of their classmates and other friends experienced it at some point or other. But none had lived under Sachiko’s thumb the same way Penny had. The closest anyone else ever came were Chiaki, who eventually switched schools for unrelated reasons; and Motoko, whose family moved away. Even they had not been neighbors with Sachiko and Penny, and so were spared the worst of it.
“It was not until University that we finally went to different schools and stopped seeing each other so much that I realized how much I depended on her. It was hard at first, deciding things for myself. Harder than it should have been, but I did okay for myself. My studies were going well and I was making a few new friends. I would have led a fine life if you did not find me. But I could always hear her voice telling me how I needed her help. How I could not handle things on my own...”
As she spoke, Penny had been gripping and twisting the sheets at her sides. By now she had mangled them into a messy state. Starlight would probably be ordered to re-make the bed later.
“It occurs to me,” said Bianca, her first words in some time, “that your hostility towards this girl could reflect how you feel about me.”
“What? No!” Penny exclaimed. That thought had never crossed her mind. “No, Miss Bianca, that is completely different!”
“Oh?” Starlight was still between her legs, and had been there the whole time. Bianca had allowed her a couple of breaks here and there so she could hydrate herself, and then shoved the maid’s face right back where she wanted it. “It sounds like this girl was in charge of you. What exactly is the difference between her and me in your mind? Don’t I control your life?”
“Sachiko made me feel small, and weak,” the words burst out of Penny without her needing to think about them. “She made me think I could not do anything on my own, and that I would need her around all the time if I wanted to succeed at anything. And she would say that she helped me while she did it, and she would act like that was a big chore.
“Here with you I feel… special, like a jewel or a treasure. You do not pretend that you are helping me, Miss Bianca. You simply took me because you wanted me. I do not hear her voice telling me that I need her anymore, Mistress. Instead I hear your voice telling me that I am beautiful and sexy and that I please you. And… I like that. I–I like it here, Miss Bianca. I like belonging to you, and pleasing you, and–and everything else.”
A long, low sigh escaped Penny. She had never admitted that out loud, and the act of finally doing so had abruptly made it easier to breathe.
“But…” Penny raised her head to meet her owner’s gaze head on. “I should not like it. You kidnapped me, Mistress. Made me a slave. I should hate you. And even though I do not, even though I like being your pet, I still know that it is not a good thing that has happened to me. I would have been fine if I had stayed free.
“And the thought of her living freely, without care or worry, while I was forcibly taken from what would have been a fine life… I do not like it, Mistress. So I want her to be a slave. Like me. But I do not want her to enjoy it like I do.”
And there it was, all out in the open. Penny’s words stopped as abruptly as they began spilling out of her. She simply stood there, the sounds of her ragged breathing joined by those of Starlight continuing to pleasure their owner at a quickening pace.
Was Starlight glancing at her? Penny thought she saw the blonde’s eyes darting in her direction and realized that all thoughts of the blonde–or any of Bianca’s other captives–had completely fled from her mind.
“I see,” was all Bianca said. The words hung in the air until she spoke again. “And is there anything else you want?”
“Yes, Mistress. There is.” Penny had to take a deep breath. It was almost funny, that this detail was nearly as hard to speak as everything else when it was hardly any worse. “When Sachiko is taken… may I be allowed to watch?”
Bianca laughed.
It was not a slight, amused sound, but a full-throated laugh that Penny didn’t think she had ever heard before. Until, abruptly, it wasn’t a laugh anymore. It became lower, louder, a moaning cry that Penny was much more familiar with. Starlight’s efforts and–the Japanese woman realized–Penny’s own words had brought their owner to a climax.
“Ooooooh, Penny,” Bianca said in a breathless voice as her pleasure faded. It took some time, given how long it had been building up. “I can honestly say that this is not a conversation I ever expected to have. None of my pets have ever asked me for anything like this.”
She finally let go of Starlight’s hair a second later, when she sat up and forcibly threw the blonde maid to the ground. Starlight grunted in discomfort and possibly pain, her bound hands left her unable to brace herself.
“Stay down there,” Bianca ordered. “Penny, hogtie her. Nothing elaborate, I just want her to stay on the floor for a while. Gag her too.”
Penny sprang to her feet. In seconds she found more rope and a ball gag from the dresser to use on her fellow pet. Starlight did nothing to resist as Penny brought her ankles together and began wrapping more rope around them, but she did shoot a strange look at Penny. It was… there was anger in that look, but also… consideration. Appraisal. Like she was wondering how she could use all of this information for herself. Penny wasn’t sure she liked it, and aimed to put a stop to it with a few hard spanks. Starlight got the message and redirected her eyes to the floor.
That little confrontation took only a few seconds, but judging by the way she chuckled Bianca seemed to enjoy the show.
“Do you realize what you’ve done today, Penny? You’ve decided that a person does not deserve to be free. That takes a certain quality. One that, I have to be honest, I would never have guessed you might possess. You’ve always been so timid. I’m impressed.”
Penny was in the process of tightening the coils that would keep Starlight’s ankles bound. She slowed at Bianca’s words, but did not stop. “Thank you, Miss Bianca.”
“And still so polite and obedient! You really are an exemplary slave.”
Penny bowed her head, feeling pride even though she knew that she should be ashamed. Unsure of what else to say, Penny continued her work, finishing up with Starlight’s ankles before using another length of soft rope to bring those ankles as close to her wrists as possible. It would not be an elaborate hogtie, but it would be a tight one. Penny felt some satisfaction at hearing Starlight’s discomforted groans, and it only increased when she was able to shove the white ball gag right into the blonde’s mouth, without even bothering to take off her cloth veil. The white material was scrunched into her mouth with the ball gag.
“Aaaauuggh!” Starlight grunted quietly. Penny ignored her while strapping it tight behind her head. She then stood up and stepped away to allow Miss Bianca to enjoy the sight of the maid bound and gagged on the floor.
“Very nice,” Bianca was smiling as she watched the blonde struggle. “Now here’s what’s going to happen, Penny. I want to see what you’re capable of, so I’m going to give you a little test.”
Penny nodded. “Yes, Mistress. And… if I do well on this test, you will grant my request?”
“No, I’m going to grant your request regardless of how well you do. Later you can tell me everything you know about the bitch and I’ll have her in a collar as soon as possible. But here and now you’ve given me ideas, Penny. And I want to see how capable you are of bringing them to life.”
Penny sputtered. Bianca was going to give her what she wanted! Just like that! All that time finding the courage to speak to her, and all this time today wondering if it was going to happen after she’d finally found that courage… To hear her owner so casually tell her she would do this for her was–Penny didn’t have the words!
Bianca was amused by Penny’s stunned reaction. “Keep your head on straight, pet. I need you to think clearly.”
“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress. I will, Mistress.”
“I certainly hope so, because something tells me you might struggle with this test of mine.
Penny’s confusion must have shown on her face, because it elicited another little laugh from Bianca.
“You see, Penny. I’ve decided that I’m going to stay here in my room until dinner time. Oh, you’ll hear my voice on the intercom giving directions to the maids–or just Chestnut if I decide to keep Starlight with me–but apart from that I won’t be bothering anyone else. Flora, Copper, Sky, and Ruby won’t see me at all until the evening meal. But they will see you.”
Penny was starting to get an inkling of what her owner was getting at, but she couldn’t be sure. “I do not understand, Miss Bianca.”
Bianca smirked. “Then let me make it simple. For the rest of the day, you are going to be in charge of my other pets. You’re going to bind and dominate them as if they belonged to you.
“And I’m expecting to enjoy the show.”