Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/f, lesdom, non-consensual, dubiously consensual, bondage, kidnapped, bondage slavery, slave harem, Bianca’s Penthouse
Penny needed a few minutes to collect herself. She had stepped out of her room and gone in exactly the opposite direction she knew Flora would. Once she rounded the corner she found herself leaning heavily against the wall, doing her best to ignore the sounds of Flora grunting and shuffling her way to her destination.
It was difficult for Penny to order her roiling thoughts. It was much easier for her to see that Flora wasn’t trying to be condescending now that she was out of sight and rapidly fading out of earshot. She was only trying to be kind, even if she was bad at it. And Penny, in turn, had commanded her to drag herself around for anyone to see. Not only would Mistress see Flora make a sweaty, drooling mess of herself on her camera feeds, but anyone else could come across her.
And Penny hadn’t hesitated. Her voice didn’t waver at all as she coldly ordered Flora to humiliate herself. Even now, there was a sense of exhilaration surging in Penny’s heart amidst the guilt and shame. She had enjoyed using Flora as a chair, cutting off her words with that rope gag, and giving her a challenging task.
Shaking her head, Penny shoved these thoughts aside and worked to gather the strength to keep moving. She had to find Sky and Copper. That was what Bianca told her to do, and she would do it. No matter how she felt about it.
Penny knew she wasn’t going to spend as much time dominating them as she did with Flora. She didn’t have it in her to put on as much of a “show” with them. Whatever she had tapped into with Flora, that empowering fury that had Penny so confidently condemning her to squirm her way across the penthouse, was nowhere to be found. When Penny bound and handled her two other targets it would be with smaller fractions of the same power she wielded over Flora.
Sky was easy enough to find. Penny tried the dining room first, since that was the last place she had seen the redhead. But she was only stalling. Sky spent most of her free time in the penthouse’s miniature library, filled as it was with comfortable plush leather chairs, bookshelves, a divan, and a coffee table. Penny knew Miss Bianca would simply direct her there if she took too long to check it. Sure enough, Sky was right there when Penny made it her second stop.
The redheaded former flight attendant had put on the elbow-length gloves she had kept off during breakfast, completing the set of classic black lingerie she chose to wear today. Only her shoes weren’t on her, she had set them to the side of the chair she was lounging on. On Sky’s head was a pair of oversized headphones. Sky herself was bobbing her head to whatever music she was listening to, her eyes closed. She didn’t know anyone was in the room with her until Penny tapped her on the shoulder.
“Whoa!” Sky exclaimed at the unexpected contact. Her eyes flew open and she jerked away in her seat, only to visibly relax herself when she saw that it wasn’t Bianca approaching her. “Penny, sorry. I didn’t mean to flip out like that. You scared me.”
“It is all right. What are you listening to?” More stalling. Penny made herself take a steadying breath and tried not to glance at Sky’s bare belly or her breasts. It was easier said than done, the sight of them contained in the lacy bra Sky wore was delectable.
“Dvorak. I wasn’t the type to listen to symphonies before all this, but I have so much free time here that it’s hard not to branch out.” Sky then blinked. Penny could see the realization that this might not be a simple friendly conversation visibly coming over her face. “What’s up?”
“I… have orders,” Penny repeated the same phrase she had used with Flora. In this place it was all the explanation anyone needed.
Sky groaned and threw her head back into her chair. “Of course you do. Of course you do! Right when I was getting into it.” She paused long enough to sigh. Then she held up her headphones. “Any chance I can keep listening to the music when you’re done?”
Penny almost said no. But as she looked around the room, wondering what she might do to the redhead, another thought occurred to her.
“Yes. But you will have to leave your chair.”
Sky offered no real protest as she stood to follow Penny’s directions. She didn’t fully understand what Penny had to do, but she wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. She gave no resistance as Penny led her over to the library’s coffee table, though she did grimace as she realized what Penny was about to do.
Penny tied Sky on top of the table. She didn’t use a hogtie this time. Miss Bianca wanted a show, after all, and she would be disappointed if Penny re-used the same kind of bondage on another one of her targets. That kind of repetition would bore her, and while Penny knew she would not be able to dominate Sky as effectively as she had Flora, she had no intention of boring her owner.
Instead the Japanese woman had the redhead lay flat on her back across the table. Then she bound Sky’s stocking-clad ankles to the table legs. A moment later she bound Sky’s knees together. The table was low enough to allow such a position. And if the extra time spent tying the knees allowed Penny to feel Sky’s legs and how tautly the stockings were pulled over her calves and thighs, that was only a bonus.
They were new stockings, Penny could tell. The scent of freshly unpackaged clothing was unmistakable, and there was no sign of wear and tear on them. Sky had done a marvelous job of smoothing it out over her pale skin. Penny felt a jolt of excitement as her fingers flew across the material that was pulled so nice and tight across that skin.
But only for a second or two, here and there. Any longer would have been more noticeable. As things stood, Sky had not noticed Penny’s briefly taken liberties. Her breath was even, and her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.
Penny made herself focus on the task and hand. She pulled Sky’s hands and arms to the other corners of the table and made sure ropes were coiled evenly around the wrists. The arms were not stretched all the way out. The table wasn’t long enough for that. Sky’s arms had plenty of slack, but Penny made sure she was tied in such a way that both her elbows were nearly as high as her ears. The position did lovely things with Sky’s chest, pushing them up and raising them from hills to mountains.
Finally, one more length of rope was used to tie Sky down to the table itself. Penny wrapped it around her belly, just above the hips, and then looped both ends across underneath her to then be tied around the table. It was largely unnecessary, but would keep her from wriggling and squirming too much.
The end result was that Sky was spread across the table with enough slack to move, but not enough to pull the ropes loose without serious effort. Her ankles were bound to the table legs and knees together. The position allowed the toes of her shoes to touch the carpet, but not the actual heels. She could move her gloved arms back and forth, but with her wrists tied above her head and to the table there was only so much space she could move.
“How does that feel?” Penny asked, more to fill the air with sound than because she cared. The only thing that really mattered was that the rope was tied in a way that did not endanger Sky’s health. Her comfort was not actually relevant.
“Tight,” Sky answered. “It would take me a while to get out of this if I tried. I’m not supposed to try to get out of it, right?”
“No.”
“Gotcha. Is this everything or do you need to do a little more?”
“I am almost done. I only have one more thing to do.”
“Let me guess now,” Sky interrupted in a bored tone. Her eyes were pointed at the ceiling. “You’re supposed to spend some time feeling me up while she’s watching, right?
A moment passed. Penny blinked. She was only going to gag the redhead, and had been planning to move on to Copper right away when she was done but… her eyes swept over Sky, lingering at the way the lingerie clung to her body, how her midsection and sides were stretched out over the table, her thighs pressed together so tight and taut, her gloves wrapped around so much of her arms, and her… her…
“Yes. Those are my orders.” It wasn’t even a lie. Penny had essentially been commanded to play with the women she tied up as if they belonged to her and not Bianca. After Flora she hadn’t wanted to put on as much of a show with Sky or Copper but… this wouldn’t really be the same thing, would it? Sky only had to lie there, not crawl across the penthouse in humiliating fashion.
Sky sighed. “Alright, let’s ‘get to it’ then.”
“Y-yes. But first…” Penny stood up to go and retrieve Sky’s headphones. The cord was long enough that she didn’t need anything else, she only had to slip it over Sky’s ears and press play.
“Thank you,” Sky said, raising her voice a bit because of the music now flooding her ears. “Don’t be too rough, okay?”
Penny nodded, but Sky was already focusing on the music. Her eyes closed, and didn’t open again in all the time Penny was in the room with her.
And Penny, with a beautiful woman dressed in sexy lingerie tied up and spread out for her like a buffet, simply… felt her, for a time. Her belly and hips, her stocking-clad legs, her bra-covered breasts…
Sky even played along. Penny still hadn’t gagged her, she was too stunned by the chance to do this to think to find a gag, and the redhead moaned and gasped as she felt Penny’s hands roam her body. She was good at making the sounds. Despite herself, Penny found that she reveled in hearing them.
Today was not the first time Penny had been able to enjoy one of her fellow captives’ bodies, but it was perhaps the first time she was doing so on her own, without Bianca or at least one more person physically there with her. Even knowing that Mistress was watching, and that it was only her authority that was allowing it to happen…
Penny lingered on Sky’s legs, feeling every curve of her muscles, the silky-soft material of the stockings so tight over her calves and thighs. Penny now indulged in all the time she had denied herself to do this before. She went down to her knees so her hands could wander down to Sky’s ankles, feel the curve of her heels on her feet, and then back up her legs in one long, sensual motion.
Instead of stepping around the table to enjoy the rest of Sky’s body, Penny crawled on top of her. Taking a moment to revel in the feel of her own stockings rubbing up against Sky’s, Penny was soon kneeling on the table, her legs on either side of Sky’s hips. By now Sky’s eyes had opened in surprise. She had not been expecting Penny to take it so far.
The sight of those questioning eyes brought Penny up short. She abruptly felt intensely self-conscious. There was guilt too, and not enough of the empowering rage Penny felt with Flora to counteract it. Sky simply did not evoke those feelings in Penny the way Flora did.
Now, with her gaze meeting Sky’s, Penny felt herself give the redhead an embarrassed smile. She did not wholly abandon her explorations of her table-bound toy, she was in too deep for that. Penny continued to touch at Sky’s body. She enjoyed the way her sides and hips felt under her hands, and she doubted she could ever grow tired of Sky’s chest.
Penny’s ministrations simply lacked the energy she had at the start. Even when Sky adjusted to the new position, closed her eyes again, and went back to making the proper sounds, Penny could not find that same energy. She could still feel Sky’s eyes on her.
So Penny continued on for several minutes, letting her wandering hands reach all the way up Sky’s arms to feel the material of her gloves, and gently resting her head on Sky’s lovely breasts.
But she finished sooner than she would have liked before hurrying out of the room, leaving Sky bound on the table to enjoy her music.
*
Penny told Copper the same lie.
The Michigan woman of Middle-Eastern descent had taken the longest to find. Copper did not have a regular spot for herself the same way Sky did, and it likely did not help that Penny avoided the area around Flora’s room. The hogtied woman had no doubt made it to her door by now, but Penny wasn’t ready to see her.
She finally found her target leaning the very theater room where Bianca had chastised Ruby earlier in the day. Copper’s outfit for the day consisted of bright red thigh high boots worn over a pair of very tight, dark colored jeans. A matching crimson bra was all she wore above the waist. Her hair was bound in a loose, messy bun
Copper groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose when Penny told her that she had orders, leaving out any detail of what those orders were so she would accept whatever Penny did like Flora and Sky had. But she didn’t resist or speak as Penny led her to the play room. Or, as the other captives often called it, the sex dungeon. It was an expansive space furnished with contraptions designed for bondage and littered with the tools to perform it.
By then Penny lacked the stomach to give Copper strict, stringent bondage. Instead she felt a knot in her insides. It was as if there was a physical mass of all the contradictory emotions tormenting her. A vaguely nauseous feeling accompanied that mass, and Penny knew there was a chance she might throw up before all was said and done.
Copper was as acquiescing as Sky as Penny led her to one of the two metal poles that ran from from the easy-to-clean rubber floor to the ceiling. Stripper poles, Penny had heard people call them. Copper continued to be calm and obedient as she was bound to one of them. Her words lacked even the vague annoyance that Sky’s had, much less that unbearable, condescending compassion that Flora’s had dripped with. Penny got the feeling that Copper was distracted by something, and that was fine with her. Whatever was on her third target’s mind, it made it easier to work in silence and ignore the knot in her stomach.
Penny gave Copper a simple position and tie. The taller woman only had to remain standing as Penny tied her bare wrists behind her back and the pole. Then her upper arms were tied to the metal itself, along with her belly. After that Penny tied Copper’s ankles together at the base of the pole, followed by her thighs. Simple and straightforward, and it did not take long.
And it was only then, when Copper was bound and Penny had a ball gag in her hand, that Penny led her to believe that she had been ordered to touch her. The same lie she told Sky.
“She really ordered you, specifically, to do this? That’s fucked up,” was Copper’s reply.
The words surprised Penny. Copper had been a captive for a long time. Long enough that Penny rarely heard her openly criticize Bianca like this. Starlight or Flora were more likely to say such things when they knew their captor was listening than Copper.
Penny was so surprised, in fact, that she felt almost no irritation at the condescension implied in her words.
“I am sorry, but why is it any more ‘fucked up’ that I am doing this? My grabbing you is not the worst thing she has ordered me to do.”
“No, but come on Penny. We’ve all seen you checking us out. I don’t blame you, I do it too. I’m bi. It’s part of the reason I left my hometown in the first place. It’s hard not to look at everyone around here. But you, like, really look. So… I think she’s making you do this because she thinks you want to. And that’s fucked up.”
Penny gagged her. It was an instinctive, instant response. She was already holding the ballgag—it was the same bright red color as Copper’s boots and bra—and pulled it without thought or hesitation between the taller woman’s teeth.
“Uuugghfff,” Copper didn’t even seem surprised or angry, the grunt was . For a moment Penny even thought she heard Copper apologize around the gag.
Penny cupped Copper’s breasts in her hands, but she did it from behind. Without looking at Copper’s face. The same held true when she ran her hands down the taller woman’s sides, hips, and thighs. When she felt her boots from their thigh high tops down to the feet and heels. All of it was done behind the pole, and behind Copper’s back. Penny simply could not bring herself to face the other woman directly.
She did not spend as much time with Copper as she had with Sky.
*
Penny encountered Ruby on her way to Flora’s room.
It took time for Penny to work up the nerve to go to Flora’s room. And it took even more time for her to work up the nerve to actually turn around the corner to look at the woman she’d so thoroughly hogtied and gagged just a little while ago.
The indignant rage that had overtaken Penny before was well and truly gone. It was impossible to stay angry at Flora’s condescension when all Penny could hear was Flora’s tired breathing as her victim awaited her arrival. She was able to peek around the corner a couple of times to see Flora on the ground, slumped on the ground and resting against her own door to rest. She either had not tried or had not been able to maneuver her feet into opening the door. Or perhaps Bianca had locked it remotely, to further embarrass Flora.
Why was this so difficult? Penny had tied Flora up in the past, and Flora had done the same to her. That’s how life worked when you were one of Bianca Lanese’s playthings. You dressed sexy for her and you did whatever she told you to. That frequently meant binding, gagging, toying with, punishing, or fucking your fellow captives.
Even now, in the midst of her hesitation, Penny could feel her own arousal. Those brief glimpses she gave herself of Flora were breathtaking. The ropes had come somewhat loose, but were still holding overall. Still cutting into her skin tight exercise pants. Flora’s plump rear took up most of Penny’s vision when she could peer around the corner. Not only should Penny be able to do this, she should be excited to have this woman under her control again!
Penny took a brief, if quiet, breath. She was ready. She had to be.
“Mmmmph?” Penny recognized the new voice. One more time, Penny peered around the corner to discover Ruby–still bound like a dog on her hands and knees–was coming down the hallway opposite from the end Penny was hiding. Their eyes briefly met, Ruby shot her a questioning look before her neck drooped down from the stress of keeping it upright while she was in a posture collar and on all fours, and Penny returned to her hiding place.
“Rrrbbbee?” Came Flora’s voice, tired but still strong. A series of muffled noises from both followed, all clearly audible to Penny’s ears. Ruby had recognized her new name and was irritated at hearing it, but also clearly sympathetic to Flora’s plight. Flora was much better at communicating than Ruby. Hardly a surprise, considering how much more time Flora had spent in captivity.
The next time Penny peeked around the corner, she saw Ruby trying to undo the ropes somehow, and Flora trying to tell her not to bother. Ruby’s hands were pouched, her arms were bound folded up, and the gag in her mouth kept her from using her teeth. To an untrained eye it looked like she was trying to nuzzle the dark-skinned woman on the floor.
And just like that, Penny lost her nerve all over again. She’d been spending who even knew how much time trying to find the strength to dominate Flora again. To have to shoo away Ruby too was more than she could take. Especially not after she watched Bianca put her newest captive in her place earlier in the day. The wave of guilt Penny was already feeling over Flora crashed on her anew. It was watching the footage of Ruby’s kidnapping that inspired her request to have Sachiko abducted and enslaved in the first place. The thought of facing her now was… it was just…
Starlight walked up to Penny.
Penny had only remained in place and listened to the grunting and struggling of the two bound and gagged women when she heard and then saw the blonde on maid duty coming from the direction of Bianca’s room, in the same hallway that Penny was hiding in. Penny blinked, surprised to see her. She opened her mouth to respond, but the words disappeared when Starlight stopped and pointed in the direction of their owner’s room.
Miss Bianca wanted to see her, and Penny was too eager to get away from Flora and Ruby to worry over the reason.
*
“You failed,” Bianca flatly informed Penny. Then she held up coils of white rope. “Get on the bed and tie your legs together, as tight and secure as you can make them.”
Wordlessly, and with her eyes on the floor, Penny accepted the rope and went to the bed.
“You lost your nerve. Maybe you would have found it again if I let your test go on for the rest of the day, but I wasn’t willing to wait that long. Besides, one of the rules I gave you was that you could not hide and had to start tying my pets as soon as you laid eyes on them, and I don’t think you managed that. Did you?”
“No, Mistress,” Penny’s voice was small. She was already wrapping rope around her thighs, enjoying the way she could make it press into the very high dark socks she was wearing. The rope matched the shiny white heels strapped around her ankles too.
Bianca sat down on the bed next to her, on Penny’s left side. She had changed, getting rid of her robe in favor of supremely comfortable looking silk hot shorts and a shirt. A fairly typical outfit for Bianca to wear when she was not expecting to go anywhere for the day.
“And how do you think you did?”
Penny waited until she was done with the tie around her thighs to answer. “I think I did well with Flora, but not as well with Sky. And then I did worse with Copper.”
“I agree,” was Bianca’s instant answer. “You set a high standard with your first target, and then were more disappointing each time afterwards. Don’t stop!”
Penny had paused with the next length of rope in her hands. For the first time, she had looked up at the screen Bianca kept in her room and saw that Starlight had let Flora into her room. She was in the process of untying the women even now, with Ruby watching from the edge of the overhead camera shot. But at the sound of her Mistress’s voice, Penny immediately stopped watching in favor of tying herself just below the knees, over her calves.
“I don’t think you understand what you did to me today, Penny. What images you put in my head when you asked me to have your little friend kidnapped.” Bianca’s arm snaked around Penny’s side and pulled her in close. Penny paused in tying herself for half a moment.
“I said not to stop,” Bianca’s lips were right next to Penny’s ear now, her breath hot. In a more consensual relationship, Penny doubted she would have been able to focus on anything other than a partner this close. But Bianca was Penny’s owner, not her partner. Obedience came first, and she was soon done tying herself below the knees.
“I enjoy watching my pets play with each other. I think I’ve made that clear, don’t you? How often have I ordered someone to tie you up, or made you give them a paddling, or had some of you wear strap-ons so I can watch you fuck each other?” Even with a curtain of hair to shield her ear, her Mistress’s voice tickled. Now Penny was tying her ankles, the rope just above the straps of her shoes.
“You enjoyed dominating Flora today, didn’t you Penny? Don’t even think about pretending you didn’t. I saw the way you handled her. Hesitant at first, and then with complete confidence. You weren’t just tying her up at the end, Penny. You made her your bitch.”
Once again, Penny waited until she was finished with the tie to speak. She couldn't take her eyes off her leg. She loved the way the white rope looked as it held her covered legs together, and the way it matched her shiny white heels.
“Yes,” she eventually whispered.
“Hmmm,” Bianca hummed, and then her other hand was on Penny’s belly, rubbing it in gentle circles while the first hand moved up and down her side. “So imagine my disappointment when I was watching you with Sky and Copper… only to see so much less of that confidence, that dominance, in your behavior. And then none at all.”
Penny took a deep breath. Her voice wavered when she spoke. “I’m sorry, Miss Bianca.”
“Good. You should be. But I’m sorry too.”
That stopped Penny short. Her mind went blank with surprise and she turned to stare at her owner. “What?”
“Oh yes. I threw you into the deep end before you were ready to swim. I didn’t want you to fail, and I’m disappointed that you did. But all things considered… you did fairly well.”
“I… I don’t understa–aaaugh!”
Without warning, Bianca’s hands had shifted. Her left hand was suddenly under Penny’s skirt, making contact with her folds. Meanwhile her right hand had snaked up from Penny’s side to claim a firm hold on a breast.
“Aaah, unnnngh!” Penny groaned as her owner began to toy with her.
“Look at the screen.”
She didn’t let up as Penny looked. If anything she intensified her efforts, even penetrating two fingers inside of Penny as the younger woman managed to drag her eyes up to the screen. There she saw Flora, now free, being blocked from her own door by Starlight, who was pointing at the visible loudspeaker installed into the room. Penny understood that Starlight was telling Flora to wait for instructions. Knowing Starlight, she might even be defying the rule against maids speaking to whisper it.
“I’m going to let you pick out everyone’s outfit for the rest of the day. First Flora’s. Then when her clothes satisfy you, Starlight will go to free Sky so you can dress her. And then it will be Copper’s turn.
“I will even,” Bianca’s fingers paused so the woman could lean in a little closer to Penny’s ears, “let you pick out my outfit for the rest of the day. How does that sound?”
She punctuated that question with a firm thrust of her two fingers and drawing another gasp.
“It sounds–uuunngh–amazing, Miss Bianca.” The thought of getting to choose her Mistress’s clothing was intoxicating.
“Good.” Bianca then twisted herself and Penny around, stomach first into the bed. She was half on top of her slave. “Now you aren’t going to have access to them in the outfits you pick. Instead you and I are going to spend the rest of today and tonight together. We’ll see the others at dinner. And in the meantime we can watch them all we want. But you’ve put me in a mood, Penny. And I want you all to myself.”
Her fingers increased in speed. Her right hand began to pinch at Penny’s nipple. Penny was gasping and moaning in earnest now. Bianca then rolled them onto their backs, then back to their stomachs. Penny would brace herself with her free arms, but did nothing more than that. There was no resistance to her owner. Bianca could do whatever she wanted. Penny’s legs failed a little. She reveled in her bondage even as Bianca toyed with her.
“We can figure out how to get a collar on your little friend too.”
The thought of Sachiko—fierce, energetic, domineering Sachiko—collared, bound, and gagged made any thoughts of shame or guilt vanish from Penny’s mind. Almost without warning, and faster than usual, she exploded.
“OooooaaaaAAAAAAAAAAH!” She cried out. And then she slumped into her Mistress’s arms, feeling secure, cozy, and even powerful as her breath came out in panting gasps.
“And tomorrow,” Bianca continued, “I’m going to figure out how to bring out the side of you that handled Flora so well. I want to see you like that again, Penny. I want you to become that whenever I tell you to, and go back to being my mewling little slut just as easily.
“I’m going to turn you into my own little pet dominatrix.”
It took a minute for those words to register. Once they did … Penny found she liked the way they sounded.