In the barren lands of Utah, a new town has sprung up. It is run by the Family of Joshua, a religious group aspiring to 1950s traditional values in... 2030, sustaining this by mostly criminal means. While traditionally Christian, their main is heavily pragmatic, and their ultimate intentions are to slowly parasitize America until they can impose their traditional norms on the country. Naturally, feminism has rendered this for women an intolerable state of being, at least on first impression. In order to have wives, they kidnap them, and have frequent interactions with human trafficking rings. With an absence of local jobs, they are the main artery of drug distribution over much of Western America. This is the destination of those who have locally served the cult and furthered its goals, whether through criminal, monetary, or religious means. Those who have done enough are allowed to move to "Nevaeh", where 1950s model homes, a middle-class lifestyle, and wives are guaranteed. Those at Nevaeh are the upper management, who operate the drug ring at a logistical level and work upon strategies for expanding it, work remotely and pump their income into the cult, and secure converts via Internet proselytizing - who can then become nodes in their drug network, or otherwise serve the cult. Many embezzle money from massive corporations where creative accounting can disguise it, and retreat to Nevaeh if they get caught. Others just donate their naturally high income and live on a minimal budget, or give their companies to the cult to run, who can utilize the profits how they see fit. It's possible that if they can get a large enough legal income, their criminal methods will become an obsolete liability. Despite their network, drugs don't touch Nevaeh, and anybody who tries is immediately executed. The last thing they need is for the town's hands to get traceably dirty. In addition to random kidnapping, within the space of the cult's distribution drug-addicted women can be kidnapped and given to the cult, if considered attractive, for a handsome payment - a hymen is required. Within Nevaeh, no money passes hands. Grocery stores have cashiers who simply check that the shoppers don't abuse the lack of need to pay, gas stations are complementary, and other goods are delivered by request with the cult - who is usually very responsive. How these goods are procured is generally hush-hush. The criminal methods of the cult are considered pragmatically necessary for being able to achieve their goals, and are ultimately to be abandoned once possible.
The wives of the cult, usually kidnap victims, are trusted slowly and very easily punished for misbehavior. In order to render escape impossible, they are given tracking electric collars, which can be used by the husband, and also trigger them to get "picked up" by cult enforcers if they leave the radius of the town. They have an ornate, flowery appearance, as if they are a laurel wreath, and are referred to as "wedding rings", since they are used in lieu of them. Despite their purpose, the elegant collars give an air of nobility and grace to those who wear them. They are much bigger versions of what their husbands wear on their ring finger and the similarity symbolizes their relationship. Blades able to cut through metal are kept in safes, and the collars themselves are welded on. This makes every alternative to compliance a generally painful one. That said, the men have to maintain their physique, so their wives will have a nice-looking man to fall for. Women may either accept their husband's sexual requests, or be subject to their disciplinary discretion. Despite their verbal objections, most quickly realize that for whatever feminism promised them, being a wife to an attractive, dominating man and being able to give him children in an idyllic suburb brings them happiness. The collar remains, but mostly as a "wedding ring" or used at low settings as a sexual toy.
Hannah, a platinum blonde with a cheerleader's body, is a member of her local college feminist organization, and the debate team. She is a skilled debater, and can usually win whatever argument she sets her mind to. As a former gymnast, her body is tight and well-rounded. She arranges a date with a man named Darren, enjoying the shots and description he provides on the dating app. When she knocks on the door, he invites her in, and once out of earshot covers her mouth. Despite her fighting, he ties her arms and legs together, and gags her. She feels wildly afraid, and angry, at her sudden loss of control. He remarks to her, "I'm sorry. But it's a million a pop, and I bet I'll get a bonus for you. One more thing." He shoves her pants down, as her muffled yelling grows, spreads her vagina, and adds, "Jackpot. Intact hymen." She had never really liked the men she had dated enough to let them fuck her - now, the choice was out of her hands. He called a man, and then carried her into the alley inside a sports bag. "This one's a beaut. Can you dispose of her car?" "Of course. Nobody knows where she went, right?" "I doubt it. She's been dating a lot." "Take her phone and get it reset. Get the heat off me." "Certainly."
He politely unzipped her bag to allow her to breathe, and placed her into the trunk. A speaker began explaining what was happening. "Welcome to the Family Of Josiah, of which you are now an involuntary inductee. Like it or not, it is important to realize that your life is now much different than it was moments ago, and it will never return back to normal. Your choice is whether to adapt. You can either enjoy luxury and pleasure with your loyalty, or suffering and solitude if you cling to your past life. Many formerly involuntary inductees grow to prefer their new life, and fiercely defend it. A collar will be placed and welded around your neck, which will enable electric punishment via remote, and allow for tracking escape attempts. Not only will you be easily caught in the flat, miserably hot plains surrounding our city, but escapees are punished with solitary confinement depending upon repentance. Enjoy your refreshing pool instead, and stay within your fence." The speaker continued droning on and on. She needed to think. She has been kidnapped, and the cult was intending to turn her into some enslaved wife? Fat chance. She was an ardent feminist, who fought every day for equal rights, equal opportunities, and for female voices to be heard. She would show these cultists that a little kidnapping wouldn't stop her from liberating the clearly oppressed women that they kept. If they were stuck in the 1950s, she would make them catch up with the times.
After three days, and only occasional breaks for the bathroom, food, and water (cleverly only in the middle of corn fields), she was desiring a change. Her lack of escape attempts only meant her legs were cuffed together now, but that was because she didn't want to waste her captors' trust. The trunk opened for the last time, and she squinted at the light. "Damn. Are we there yet?" Her last stop had been to get her collared. She found it scary that they were welding it together, but suspected they knew how to do it without harming her. Lintel said to the trafficker, "Thanks for giving her just the minimum restraint to keep her from escaping. I was worried she'd be all bruised from the ride." The trafficker responded, "She was pleasant to work with. She'll probably plan something on you, she seems clever, so I hope you're ready for that." "Of course." Lintel was a man who oozed a sense of management and dominance. He was probably a CEO of something. He escorted her into his house, and beckoned for her to sit down. "Would you like some wine?" She responds, "Sure." He says, "Do you know what your collar is?" "No." "A wedding ring. You've been my wife since you had it attached." He shows her his finger. "Here's my side. They are pretty similar, right?" This annoys her, so she starts off with, "I don't think it's okay what you people are doing to women." He sighs. "A debate over morality? Sure. We should be able to call one of the wives who crossed into the greener fields to do these things. It's kind of annoying." She challenges, "Well, why are you enslaving women?" He continues, "Men are happy dominating, women are happy submitting. Feminism misunderstands humans as androgynous beings, when in fact they have specific, and different roles. Evolution didn't stop below the neck. The enslaving part? Well, that's just a present necessity. The first Romans kidnapped their wives as well." "That's wrong. You shouldn't do it." "Well, again, necessity. The way we wish to live doesn't work otherwise. The Family is transitioning. We aren't going to be playing outside the law forever, and really we shouldn't. The age of drug lords and embezzlers being our main source of income is declining. I don't hate them, though, in fact, I play pool with several. Some day soon, none of this will be necessary, but only through the mud we tread in does that day slowly approach." "The reason women liberated themselves is because they were unhappy in their oppression by the patriarchy and desired equality." "The aberrant desires of a few masculine women are no reason at all to deny the majority the life they would prefer, and certainly not to socially pressure them into a lifestyle they deep down don't want, or else be considered slavish. Let me ask you a question. Have you ever examined your beliefs properly? Did you become a feminist for any better reason than because it was considered a good thing to be?" She was used to debating over fossil fuel subsidies and other trivialities. He was hitting too close to home. She stumbled, and tried to find a response. "Yes, I know you'll challenge me all day. But before you jabber some more, I'd rather enjoy your body." She tries to flee, falling over from her foot cuffs. At least her arms are free. He adds, "Some call it rape. We call it the start of a loving marriage. My penis is a thick 10 inches, so I think it will satisfy."