Max is taken to the Steelhead’s den

Max found herself down in an abandoned subway station. She was still naked and now found it oddly comforting to be standing in front of a barrel with a burning fire inside.

There were a half-dozen Steelheads standing around all looking lustfully at her yet none of them touched her; and Max knew why.

It was because of him: The man that stood with his back to her. He was well built with gelled purple hair that was combed back. His back was covered by a tribal face tattoo and he had rings imbedded thru the skin of his shoulders and forearms. He turned to face Max and even trying to be cool, he couldn't hide his reaction to how hot she was.

"Well, well, well buckoes what have we here?" he said in an English accent.

The Steelhead who played leader in the bar spoke up, "this is the chick, Quix, the whore that was shooting pool naked in Al's bar."

"Yeah, why don't you turn around so I can get a look at you sweet-cheeks."

Automatically Max obeyed; turning on the spot her cute bubble butt and round firm tits jiggling with the movement.

"E-hum," Quix cleared his throat. "Well you are something wicked aren't you luv" And so obedient."

Max was starting to panic- not from fear, she dealt with scum like this quite often- no, she was panicking because of the loss of complete control she had over her own will. And it wouldn't take very long for these men to figure out that she would literally obey everything they told her to do?

"I'm thinking if we doll you up and put you on the street you'll pull in a pretty penny my pretty, "Quix smirked, "but for now, why don't we go somewhere more quiet so I can, test the merchandise," he smiled maniacally.

In an "off the rails" broken train cart, Quix laid on the an old mattress watching Max five minutes later. She had so willingly followed him here and now had a smug look on her face as she looked down at his naked body- and his circumcised pierced penis.

Quix couldn't get enough of the look of her, she was so goddamn hot; the most singularly beautiful face he had ever seen topped off by a slender curvaceous body with full, supple, firm round tits and a flat tummy. Her legs were long and lean, and her hairless mound between them was moist and tight with minimal off-brownish lips protruding- she was simply exquisite.

"You are divine luv," he said smacking his lips, "simply stunning."

"So I win a prize or what?" Max snapped, speaking for the first time since the bar.

She had been summing every inch of the place since she had walked in. counted the men, checked their weapons (both those they held and the ones they concealed), calculated the risks of an escape attempt (minimal), and found all the exists; her Manticore trained mind was doing exactly what she had spent her childhood training for.

"Lemme let you in on a little secrete tin-head; you think you got me where you want me huddled down here in the city's underbelly with your cheezy girlfriends, but you don't have a clue. You never had me?"

"See this whole op is a sting," Max lied, making it up as she went along, "I'm working for Eyes Only and I'm here to blow the whistle on your rat hole."

"Oh and now you prolly thinking you got me trapped down here and you gonna cap me; but you should get the 411 on what happened to your guys in the bar?"

"How I whooped their asses then, suddenly, got caught," she smirked as she spoke, "I could'a wiped the floors with them but I needed them to bring me here; hell why do you think I'm naked, best way to betray a guy is thru his dick."

Quix glared at Max and she stood there holding eye contact; she had played her gambit, now it was all about whether or not this asshole would call her bluff.