Direct Route

You decide that you’re probably just being paranoid about the factories, and you want to get there quick, so you start jogging down towards the run down factories. You pass by a few groups of construction workers working, or watching other people work. As you jog by them, you hear catcalls and whistles, but they sound harmless enough, so you just ignore them. As you go a little further though, you start hearing some of the workers call for you to stop and show them your tits, or blow them. Then, you turn a corner in to a small side street that you need to go down to get to the much larger avenue that leads to the gym. When you get part of the way up, a group of guys that look more like thugs than construction works, step in to the street from an alley.

There are five guys. Two of them are fat guys, one white and one black. One of the guys is a skinny Hispanic guy. The two others are well muscled black guys. All five of them have bandana around their necks and are carrying sacks over their shoulders. You keep running, not wanting to stop or slow down or cross the street, anything that would call attention to you. Unfortunately, the five of them turn towards a van parked on the street, and notice you running up.

“Hey, look at what we have here, Terrence. This has been some kind of day! A job well done, and this incredible piece of ass just strolls up to our van!” The fat black guy at the front of the group hollers back at Terrence, who seems to be one of the two muscled guys.

You pick up the pace to run by them, but the guys immediately start to spread out in front of you. You try to dodge around, but the fat guy on the end reaches out, and before you know it, he’s holding you off your feet. You kick and struggle, but the guys are too strong for you, and in no time two of them have you by the legs and the guys holding you pins your arms behind you. You hear the back doors of the van open and the sound of the bags being tossed in the back. Then, one of the guys pulls your jogging shorts and underwear down around your ankles, using them to bind you. Then your sports bra gets pulled over your head, and they use it to bind your wrists. Finally, the men shove some rags in your mouth and tie them in place. Then you’re summarily thrown in the back of the van, and three of the guys climb in after you.

You manage to sit up in the van and look at the three guys. The two fat guys are back with you, as well as the muscled black guy not named Terrence. They all you intently, and you curl yourself up as much as you can to try to cover up. Looking around the van, you see that the contents of the five bags has spilled out a little bit. Stacks of cash are easily visible from some of the bags. You realize these guys must have just robbed a bank, or something like it.

“My name’s Clarence bitch, here’s the deal. Your dumb ass was in the wrong place at the wrong time; just dumb luck. Now, if you’re just going to be a pain in the ass, we’ll happily pawn your ass off on someone else. Now, trust us, you don’t want that. If, on the other hand, you’d just rather get on with your day, all you’ve got to do is come back to our safehouse and play nice for a few hours. What do you say?”

Clarence takes the rags out of your mouth to let you answer.