Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Slave ❯ Gagged ( Prologue )

It was the Gag that she had grown to hate most.
It had only been in her mouth a few weeks at best, but it muffled her, and when she was muffled, she felt closed off to the world, even though she was currently completely naked, save for a collar around her neck, and the bonds which held her arms behind her, palm to elbow, and which was tied to a small ring in the back of the collar. Her brown hair was tied back in a tail, having grown to just about shoulder length. Her breasts, having begun to develop quite nicely, and somewhat surprisingly for her age, were said to be the greatest aspect of her upper body, with her trim, round ass being a favorite of the lower. He breasts were forcibly thrust out, due to her arms being bound as they were. Her brown eyes focused on the ground. She wasn't allowed to look at her captors. That was one of the rules they had laid out the day she had first felt the Gag....

She had been walking back from school, where she had spent the day helping to set up some of the new decorations for the dance before school let out for the rest of the summer.. She knew the streets were dangerous. She'd heard about one of her classmates, an excitable girl named Jennifer, an exchange student, who had been Taken, and sold on The Market a few months later. The laws did nothing about it. It was a legality that had been in place since before the time the Emperor had been forced to state that he was not a god to his people at the end of World War Two. The Market was worldwide, and only a select few were exempt from being Taken. Usually, that amounted to the rich, or those who had managed to avoid capture. Generally, a male would be spared that fate, since The Market profited most from females, who were in high demand. But the occasional buyer interested in a male could have special arrangements made to have a male be Taken.
She shivered a bit, despite the warm summer day. Being Taken would be bad enough. But her family would be unable to do anything about it. They were simply working-class citizens. They wouldn't be able to go to the police. Not only could they not do anything since it was legal because of the special 'culling the flock' laws passed by corrupt officials some twenty five years ago which allowed for a short 'open season' time when Takings could happen, and an 'off period' where only a small quota would be allowed, they were prohibited by those same laws from trying to buy the freedom of their daughter. What worried her most, however, was that this was the open season. She was a middle class family member, female, and very attractive at only 13 years of age. Being Taken was a very real possibility.
Who in their right mind makes kidnapping LEGAL? Why not simply focus on more legitimate ways of business? It's not like the nation's going broke!
This was very true. Japan had managed to turn around from World War Two and gone on to become a leader in the worlds of electronic media. It was also able to stand on it's own two feet in the worlds of big business, and it's ability to create quality animation and computer generated graphics also brought in a huge amount of revenue. Why they allowed girls around her age to be Taken was beyond her. Her mother had been lucky enough to manage to avoid such a fate, and so she had grown up to become a wife and gave birth to two wonderful children. She smiled, thinking of her elder sibling, who could be a pain in the ass, but was otherwise alright. She herself was considered to be among the nicest people in her class, if not her entire school. Knowing that she had been able to befriend others and help them when she could.
"Hey, miss?"
The voice startled her a bit. But then she turned to see a young boy about a year or two younger, by her guess, peeking out from a corner near an alleyway which she knew wasn't traveled often. He wore his orange-ish hair short and seemed to be a fairly friendly sort to the best of her ability to see.
"Yes? Can I help you?" She felt a bit nervous being out in the open like this, but if she could help out someone in any way, she was always up for doing so. The boy nodded.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm having trouble getting some carts out of the back of my employer's store a little ways down this alley. Can you give me a hand? With two people it shouldn't take much more than a few minutes."
She smiled, and walked over, gesturing for the boy to lead the way. This should delay her more than a minute or two. As she was lead into the store to get the first of the carts, the door swung shut as the lights went out. Then first thing she felt was a hand clasped over her slightly pouty lips, and a matching one around her body, pinning her arms to her sides.
"MPPPPH! Lhhhh mhhh ghhh!" Naturally, the scream was muffled by the hand clasping over her mouth, making even getting her lips to move impossible.
"Shut up, girl. Or we'll cut our losses and your throat right here!"
"Nhhhh! Lhhh mhhh ghhh, plssss!" She knew pleading wasn't going to work, but she had hopes that this man was simply a rapist who had managed to lure her here with the aid of what she now assumed to be an equally perverted boy. She tried to squirm free of her captor, but he simply tightened his grip around her body and on her mouth. He let out a low growl in his throat at the continued attempts to speak. Normally, such sounds would be pleasant, but he was on a schedule, and had a quota to fulfill for the day and he didn't want to get behind on either by too much. While she couldn't see it, she could hear another man coming towards them. Obviously, this was the one who had shut off the lights.
"Feisty little bitch we have here, Jack. We should be able to get a good profit off of her from our employer." The new man spoke, smirking. But the man was, in fact, also a young teen, perhaps her age. Both were wearing nearly full face ski masks, and night vision goggles. The blinds had been specifically pulled closed so that only they could see. He eyed the girl over. He could see her look of pure terror, and began struggling harder, only to be stifled by the large man holding her in place, and muffling her now inarticulate screams for help as she realized that this wasn't a gang out for a quick fuck. This was a Taking, and she was the latest Catch.
"Damn right. Get the lipstick, the blindfold, and the gag." replied the one holding her still and muffled. "And this time be quick about it, Ryo!" The other man moved off. and could be heard talking to the third person, the boy who had lead her in here. Jack squeezed a bit on the girl's mouth, before lowering to speak into her ear.
"Listen up, girl. You're our Catch. You know what that means, I'm sure. Ryo's gonna come back in and blindfold you. You're going to do exactly as we tell you, and you won't be in the obituaries tomorrow, got it?" Voice raw from attempting to scream for help, the girl could only nod. If it was three on one, she knew her chances were between slim and none. A moment later, there was the sound of a body hitting the ground, and then footsteps came back towards the girl and Jack.
"The hell was that sound?"
"Hadda knock that kid out. He got his money, and when he wakes up, we'll be long gone. Besides that, he never saw our faces, so even if the some private investigator, or agents of that idiotic 'Give back the Taken' group wanted to try to find this little slut, they wouldn't have any way to find us." Ryo replied as he smirked. Then he began fitting the blindfold on the girls face, effectively blinding her. Jack then smirked beneath his mask.
"Ever worn lipstick, girl?" A nod.
"Good. Because you're going to wear it now. I'm gonna take my hand off of your mouth. You're not going to scream, and Ryo here is going to put that lipstick on, then you're gonna open your mouth, and he's gonna gag you, and you're gonna bite down on the gag once it's secure, pulling your lips closed over it, understand?!" Jack put a tinge more pressure on her face when she hesitated for a moment, earning a yelp and another nod, even as she began to cry. The hand came away from her mouth, but found it's way to her throat, closing around it semi gently, as a reminder of what would happen if she defied them. She trembled, but waited until the lipstick was applied, then she set it into her lips by pressing them together. Choking back a sob and a desire to scream though she knew it would be futile, she opened her mouth, and felt a cloth being tied in it. It was twisted up, and obviously that was so she could clamp her teeth onto it. As soon as it tightened behind her head, effectively forcing her to bite down on it anyway, she pushed her lips together, as ordered.
"Good girl. You may live to see the end of the week yet!" Jack smirked beneath his mask again. Ryo chuckled. Then Jack smirked, and pushed her down to her knees.
"Ryo? Arm binders." The implement was handed from the boy's belt, and her arms were placed palm to elbow behind her back.
"Hobble." The sound of a short chain reached her ears, then she felt the leather manacles fasten about her ankles. Pulling her back up to her feet, Jack slung her over his shoulder.
"Grab her bag too, Ryo. We may as well know this one's name. Most owners like having their slaves with their original names, after all." With that, Jack started towards what she assumed was the door. Though from which side she couldn't be certain. Without her eyesight, she had become dizzy at being hoisted onto Jack's shoulder. She could hear Ryo grabbing her bag off the floor where she had dropped it. He began rooting through her bag, looking for some Identification......

That was the last time she had heard her name spoken with anything less than a tone which demanded obedience instantly. It was also the last time she would ever see her friends, or her family.

For Hikari Kamiya, life as she'd known it ended that day.