You are in a dark alley, what do you think would happen?

You start backing away, when you suddenly feel a hand over your mouth and an arm around your chest, as a female voice speaks softly but threateningly in your ear “my my, what do we have here? I would say a girl lost in the wrong area, but dressed like that you must be searching for something... specific.”

You panic and squirm in this mysterious persons grip, not sure how they could have not only snuck up but trapped you in their grip without you even realizing it. All of your struggles are for naught, their grip allowing you the ability to do nothing but whimper pathetically. She chuckles as she bites your ear from behind, followed by a menacing “Well in the end it doesn’t matter why you are here, only how this will go down. If you act like a good little slut, and I suggest you do, things will be much easier for you!”

She forces you forward, yelling “Ladies! Fresh meat! Come and get it!”

The two figure ahead of you break their conversation, watching as you are dumped on the cold hard concrete at their feet. You look up, seeing the two are hard core biker chicks, heavily pierced, tattooed, wearing leather and spikes. One sports a purple Mohawk and a silver chain connecting one of her nose piercings to an ear piercing, while the other has a cleanly shaved head and vampire piercings. The mohawked punk laughs first, squaring down to grab your face. “Ohhh this is a special type of freak to dress like this on our turf. Either way, she looks like a tasty morsel!”

The other one squats next to her, examining you with a disturbing amount of hunger in her eyes. You’ve never felt so small and helpless as you do now. You feel overwhelmed with terror... and yet a part of you finds these women talking to you like this incredibly hot. Your thought is broken when your capturer orders “now now girls. Plenty to go around. First let’s see if our little freak will be a good pet and behave.”

You turn your head to see a surprisingly short woman, who other than a slightly butch haircut seems completely normal. She is wearing a biker jacket, jeans, and combat boots. The other two back off, out of either respect or fear for your capturer. She continues “So, freak, are you going to be good?”