During Jack's Match

The screens on the way back to your seats show Dede interviewing the previous winner. You wonder if she is asking him about Jack. “Let’s race. Loser gets a spanking!” Yuruki says. Before you even have a chance to argue she’s taking off. Even if you had a sports bra on, or weren’t in a dress, you doubt you could actually keep up with the athlete. But you’re not complaining too bad as you laugh holding your chest as you watch Yuruki’s tight ass bounding out before you.

She gives you a grin and a wink as she rounds a corner, disappearing out of sight. Your heart thrums with desire, or maybe you’re just out of breath from running while laughing. And then the breath suddenly and violently leaves your lungs. You’re on your back on the ground, gasping for air. Above you is a man his arm outstretched from where he clotheslined you.

You’re still coughing and sputtering on the ground. The man is joined by another and you realize you recognize them. They’re the Rocket goons that caught you after chasing Ashley. And then as if on cue Ashley appears from the shadows.

“Saw your match this morning,” she let out in her raspy voice. “The snatch bandit strikes again, and on my own blood none less. Tsktsk. And still not running away I see.” Her spit strikes your face, dripping down your cheek. The goons take your hands binding them with a zip tie.

“Fuck you,” you manage to gasp as your breathing slowly returns to normal. She’s fast and the sting burns where her slap connected with your cheek. You sneer at her.

“Is that meant to scare me?” she snarls, grasping your cheeks with her hand. Forcing your lips into a pucker. She spits again, you can feel it running down your forehead, tracing its way along your nose.

She holds a hand up, snapping. One of the goons responds, placing a leather strap in her hand. She holds it up, dangling the black leather with a shiny metal circle in its middle. “Got you a present, aren’t you going to say thank you?” She relaxes her grasp on your face just enough to allow you to speak.

Your heart is racing. You don’t know what she has planned. You desperately hope that Yuruki will soon realize you aren’t behind her, that she’ll return and save you. “Fuck you,” you say once again, hoping to delay whatever she has planned. That look in her eyes reminding you of every time Blue had a grand plan in mind, a trap, or other means of torment.

The following slap is much harder than before. Your cheek burns a bright red, your hands bound you stumble to the side, your forearms slapping against the ground. “Stupid fucking whore,” Ashley growls grabbing your hair to pull you back upright.

“Fuck you,” you calmly say once again. You’d take a thousand slaps over what Ashley has planned next. Being bound isn’t a good sign for what’s to come. But this time a slap doesn’t come.

“Open wide,” she says holding the metal ring to your mouth. You clench your jaw. She tugs at your hair still wrapped around her hand, but you tough it out keeping your mouth tight. “Stupid cunt.” Her free hand passes the ring gag back to the goon, before reaching down to your chest. You can’t look down due to her hold on your hair, but you hear the rip as your dress is torn.

You cry out at the sudden shock of your nipple being twisted. The pain shooting across your body. Without a second thought the goon slips the metal into your open mouth. Your mouth is **** open by the ring, the goon tightens the strap behind your head. Ashley keeps the pressure up on your nipple, the pain searing with each passing moment. Yuruki, please, come back.

Ashley releases your nipple and hair. Her hand is on your chin again, forcing you to look up at her. You can feel the tears starting to form in your eyes. Her spit hits the back of your throat this time, causing you to gag at the sudden impact. “See not so hard.”

She slips two fingers through the metal ring, toying with your tongue. They press further into your mouth, until her free knuckles are pressed to your cheek. Her fingertips threatening your gag reflex. “I know you’ve got a taste of snatch today, so I figured I’d help you with your other favorite activity.” She removes her fingers, they drip with your saliva as she traces the lines of your ‘Princess Cock Gobbler’ tattoo. “And I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to reconsider the thought of just leaving town.”

“Take her boys. Tie her up somewhere nice and public so she gets plenty of business.” Ashely waves over her shoulder as she walks back into the shadows.

One of the goons grabs you, his arm wrapped around your midsection as he holds you tight against his body. Your tits bounce free from where Ashley ripped your dress. You kick and struggle, but it doesn’t help at all. You can see the ‘Restricted Access’ door straight ahead, that they seem to be approaching. Once you’re past those doors, your hopes of Yuruki returning to find you will be lost. They’ll find you later tied up on the streets, after who knows how long of being used by every passerby.

“Hey, let her go!” a voice calls out from behind you. Your heart jumps from your chest as the goons turn to face them.