Comply (for now)

The leash clicks as it connects to your collar. Have you just sealed your fate? Before you could chase that thought big hands wrap around your arms, wrenching them back and forcing you against the wall. A leg finds its way between yours forcing them to spread. The stench of oak permeates the whiskey addled breath of the fat guard. His heavy breathing feels hot on your ear and makes you squirm under his grasp, but he's stronger than he looks. Using his weight he holds you firmly against the wall and carefully puts your arms together, wrapping them gently with the cloth binding his partner had held and then pulling them tight. Something was off about the way he was binding your arms, he wasn't doing it at the wrist. Your arms were crossed behind your back and bound together at the forearm. From wrist to elbow, you were completely restricted and bound quite tightly. You aren't escaping.

Suddenly with great **** the bigger man turns you around and presses your back to the wall, the way he grabs your face reminds you about how helpless you are all bound up like this. His lips meet your cheek and he lets out a sarcastic, "m'lady", a laugh belting out as the word leaves his lips.

He and his twig shaped partner chuckle toward each other clearly proud of themselves. The big man begins to speak, he speaks clearly but the whiskey smell tells you he is well under its effects.

"Soo m'lady. Me and Zig here have orders to carry you down into the dungeons and lock you up fer good. But that would be such a waste of a good beauty such as yerself, so ill tell you what. You drop to yer knees and give me that sweet little mouth of yers and I might have half a mind to let you walk outta here. Otherwise you'll end up down below, you'll be..... repurposed.".

The grin that stretched across his face shows that he doesn't truly care what you decide, he is clearly happy either way this goes.

"Well what do ya say slut?", Zig chimes in excitedly.

This is your new life I suppose. Their eyes are the same as the men who arrested you. A pure predatory gaze that seems to pierce right through you. They don't see you, they only see the pleasures you can provide. They only see the parts of you that a cock could fit. It stirs something deep within your core, is it fear? Anxiety? Lust? Surely not.