Gang?

You groan as the woman's stiletto bootheel grinds into the back of your neck. She twists her foot, mashing your face down against the cold tile as if your head were a cigarette butt she had just smoked and tossed beneath her feet. The metaphor hit a little to close to home you think amusedly. No you are not amused, not at all, but you are trying to take your mind off the humiliating position you find yourself in, having been so easily subdued by this mysterious woman.

Her laughter cackles wickedly through the deserted mall, echoing off the distant walls and barreling back in upon you. You struggle against your bonds, but find that you are firmly secured and quite helpless. Soon you will realize just how tight and uncomfortable the biting metal cuffs are on your wrists, but for the moment all you can concentrate on is trying to keep from mashing your lips between your teeth and the hard floor thanks to the pressure on the back of your neck. She won't allow you to turn your face to the side and you try opening your mouth only to realize just how stupid that idea was as you feel the gritty texture of the dirty floor on your tongue.

"Hmmm looks like asswipe likes kissing the dirty floor, don't you boy?" your conqueress laughs at her little joke. Thankfully, however, she removes the heel of her boot from your neck, allowing you the dignity of at least closing your mouth. You start to rise to your knees, but you are quickly foiled when she yanks upward on your cuffed hands, sending your face reeling back downward with a painful thud. "Not so fast asswipe," she exclaims, "Josie's got to get you trussed up nice for the trip first."

Josie, that's her I suppose. Very cute her use of third person. Trip? "What trip?" you manage to vocalize this thought. That was a mistake. She slams her fist into the side of your face, forceful enough that it would have tossed you down onto your side all except for the fact that she tightened her grip on your tethered hands with her free hands. So your body remained upright and your neck and shoulders bore the blunt of the blow. You spit some blood out reflexively. The bitch split your lip!

"I told you asswipe, do NOT speak unless given permission!" she commanded authoritatively. "UNDERSTAND?" You blink still trying to clear the stars from your head, but something inside you manages to nod your head exaggeratively, hoping to avoid further physical **** for the time being. "Good, looks like you learn fast for a fucking male." she taunted. Meanwhile as you were still shaking off the effects of her blow, she had not been idle. Suddenly you realize that she has cuffed your ankles with a chain perhaps 6 inches long and she is currently in the process of tethering the two sets of cuffs together with another light piece of chain. Now you find yourself shackled hand to foot behind your back like some sort of prisoner on **** row.

Before you can test these new bonds she has ahold of the back of your hair and she's dragging you up to your knees viciously. Jeezus Christ this bitch is strong, you think, and then suddenly you are face to face with her as she holds your chin in her hand, squeezing your cheeks together in a most degrading fashion as she glares into your eyes, her face just inches from hers. You can feel her breath hot against your face and she smells of smoke and ... leather. In the dark, you cannot make out much, but you immediately realize that she has pale skin and a very beautiful face. But what chills you are those cold dark eyes which seem to be looking into your soul as she holds you there like jelly in her palm.

"Listen up asswipe, and nod your fucking head if you understand," she spits at you. "We've got a ways to go to get back to the girls and you're going to have to walk yourself because I sure as fuck ain't carrying your ass. Now I'm going to have you on a short leash, so you walk in front and you do just exactly what I say, got it?"

You nod your head vigorously forcing away thoughts that she seems to have trained you to obey her extraordinarily fast. Sure, one punch from a petite little redhead and you turn into some kind of servile little lapdog... Anger starts to boils in your veins, but before you can express it, she slides what looks like a dog's **** chain over your head and fastens a leather tether to one end, dragging down your back and under your cuffs before pulling it taught. With one yanks she drags your feet upward, your hands back and chokes the chain down on your neck. You cough and gasp for air and by the time she allows you to breath once more, all inspiration for immediate insurgence seems to have drained from you.

"Good, now that we both understand who's in charge here, get up on your feet and let's get moving asswipe..."