you saved him from a groop of hooligans

It was the weekend after your 18th Birthday, one year ago. You had just left the orphanage where you'd spent the last 18 years of your life. Well, to be honest, it was more like you had been kicked out; because, over the years, you had often argued with the staff and broke the rules constantly. Sometimes, you even bragged that you always misbehaved at least three times a week.

The orphanage staff had paid for one months rent at a small apartment in town and as a going away present. As a birthday present, you had gotten a box of pencils and ticket for an upcoming local soccer game. The apartment was small with only one room, a bath and a kitchen. However, it was not that far from the University you'd be attending, so you were glad to have it. Luckily you had earned a lot of money the last few Summers by working as a personal trainer in a local gym; so you could afford everything.

At the game, a large group of hooligans used the final score as an excuse for **** and mayhem. A few of them focused on destroying storefronts or cars while others attacked groups of fans from both sides because they could. The police were not capable of putting down so many violent idiots and had to call in the Riot Police. A small group of these hooligans had dared to ambush you; their plan being to wrestle you down, take your money and a few of them may have been thinking of **** you.

Big mistake.

Most of them wound up spending the night in hospital. One of them would even had to stay over the entire weekend.

But, as you left them behind and continued on your way home, you ran in to another group of thugs. Specifically, three men and one woman who were standing over a skinny young man lying on the Ground. Two of the men had Baseball bats, and the third one even had a gun while the woman held a short knife in her hands. Your eyes were drawn to the boy on the ground and you recognized him immediately. His name was John and from the same orphanage as you. You had spoken only a few times; mostly because he was a someone you would consider a “weak worm” who fastidiously kept out of trouble. Sometimes he had even been one of your victims. John was never one of 'the guys'; the ones who often tried to sneak into the girls dorm. Roughly half a year ago, he had quietly left the orphanage to start his own life. You'd never really cared for him, but you didn't exactly hate him either, so you stepped in. Not too much later, you'd realize you couldn't remember why it was you did what you did. You were never a hero, and had never been one to stand up for others.

"Hey,John," you greeted playfully, "long time no see. How are you?"

All the thugs turned around upon hearing that. John glanced up and spit out a bit of blood involuntarily. It was clear he had gotten to know the baseball bats quite well before you arrived, along with who knows what else. While the rest snarled at you, the woman actually gave you a smile and licked her lips. She was clearly the youngest member the group and a typical punk. She wore leggings and and a leather jacked while her hair was colored green and had black lipstick on her lips.

"Jenny … what are you doing here?" John asked and pressed his hands to two of his more serious injuries.

"Who the fuck are you, bitch?" shouted one of the hooligans who might have been the leader of this small group. He appeared about forty and had a long, black beard and no hair on his head.

"I don't talk to pin-dicked assholes who are so chicken shit that they need weapons and backup to attack a single man." you answer. "Best get home so you can do your homework before your mommies get upset."

"Big mouth, slut." says the group leader, "Goes well with your fat ass I guess. You'd best bring it over here and put it to good use before we decide we have to hurt you." He slob said while gesturing to his junk.

"I'd ask if your skank over there is tired of taking your pin dick, but that would imply she could feel it." you say, openly mocking them while pointing at the knife wielder. "Or are you all so pathetic that the over-painted bitch could take you all."

"That's your ass, cunt!" shouted the woman as she suddenly rushed you.

She led with the knife as she came at you, telegraphing her attack. She clearly was used to helpless targets as she had no semblance of training or skill. Stronger, faster, and well taught, and experienced, it only took a few seconds to nearly break her wrist, making her immediately drop the knife and drive your elbow into her eye socket. Before she knew what was happening, she was already lying on her back seeing blue sky through one eye and stars through her new black eye.

"Fucking bitch." Growls one of the men with a baseball bat, "You gonna pay for that!"

"Take her, but don't break her." commanded the group leader. "I've got a place in the woods where we can fuck her cunt until she turns inside out."

The two men with the bats ran at you, while the leader aimed at your head with his gun. It was laughably easy to avoid the blind attacks and the gun was useless as long as you kept one thug between you and the shooter. You targeted their throats, eyes and joints with rapid, precise blows to piss them off, until one screwed up and left his legs wide open. Without thinking about it, your leg swung back and imitated a shot on goal you had seen earlier as you kicked him with your shin full **** into his balls. He screamed in incredible pain a few octaves higher than he had sounded a minute ago and fell to the ground clutching at where his junk used to be. The other one thought he had you and grabbed your shoulder from behind. In and instant, you had thrown him over your shoulder and slammed him down atop the first idiot where his head bounced off the concrete with a sick crack. Then it dawned on you that you'd forgotten something and turned to see a gun pointing at you.

"Stay … stay where you are!" the leader screams, fear infecting his voice. "Get on your knees, whore, or I will blow your ugly face out the back of your empty skull!"

Sadly, for him, you knew what his plan was. He obviously had no chance against you, so he clearly wanted to hold you at gunpoint until his friends regained consciousness. Not that it was gonna happen. One quick glance told you he'd left the safety on, and you easily darted towards him and inside his reach just to scare him. Predictably, he tried to fire the gun. When nothing happened he jumped backwards, landing exactly where you wanted. The momentum from your lunge flowed into a spin as your leg came up and you drove your heel into his face with all your weight behind it. His scream of pain almost drowned out the sound of the bone and cartilage in his nose disintegrating. Impotently, he held what was left as blood poured from his nostrils and on to his shirt. Uncaring, you grab the arm still holding the gun and twist it hard to one side, pointing the barrel of the gun away from you and forcing him to look you in the eye. He started to plead as your arm came up then straight down, driving your elbow down in to his and completely reversing the joint. For a moment his eyes bugged out of his head and he made a **** sound like he was trying to scream but couldn't before collapsing to the ground; **** like his 'friends'.

As he fell you slid the gun out of his grip and calmly aimed it at the woman, from before. She had been trying to walk away quietly before you stopped her. Now staring down the barrel of a loaded weapon, she immediately dropped to her knees and began to beg. "No, please don't do this!" she cried with tears making long black streaks of mascara down her face. "I'm sorry for what I called you. I didn't meant it that way. Please, don't kill me!"

"I really like your jacket," you reply with an evil smile. "Give it to me!” Without hesitation, she started to pull off the coat and you decide to see how far you can push her. “No, you know what? I want you to strip completely naked and then run for your fucking life. If you are a lucky bitch, you can maybe find the next police patrol without being caught and **** by some other group of fuck-tard's I haven't dealt with yet.” She started to shake and you couldn't help pushing even further. “Well unless it's the cops that try to **** you. But then, that's not my problem."

Hysterical and ****, she followed your orders before you had even finished speaking, not even daring to speak at all; let alone argue or beg for mercy. Once she was naked, you gave both her boobs a playful and firm smack, then groped her ass a bit and sank your nails in to add some deep and painful scratches to the 'lesson'. Then, you gave her one last wink of your eye to get her moving. She understood easily and immediately ran away.

Once she was out of view, you double checked the safety on the pistol was on, unloaded it for safety sake, and carefully hid it in your backpack. Even if you didn't intend to ever use it, it would be a nice trophy.

"Wow, that was amazing.” John managed to compliment as he rose to his feet, "Thank you Jenny. You saved my life. Can I do anything to pay you back? I will do everything for you." The look in his eyes told you he was completely serious, but hoping it would be something a bit more intimate than helpful.

"Really?" you asked and looked him up and down. "Well, you're a real weakling but you are about my age. I don't know if you are my kind of man but maybe I could give you a try as something else. How about you be my ****?!"

"What?" asked John shocked and confused. "What do you mean by '****'. I thought more along the lines of getting you a coffee or some kind of ..."

"That wasn't an offer." You told him flatly while grabbing him by the throat to drag him close and stare into his eyes. "I am tired of stupid males who only date me just to get me in my pants, so I'm looking for a **** right now. Someone to fulfill my needs, whatever they are, without stupid questioning. Someone to do the work around the house I don't want to do. I think you are the best option I have right now because you are clearly a little sissy that now owes me your ass. Or are you brave enough to stand up to me? Are you, John?"

"No." mumbled John shyly while examining the ground.

"No, WHAT?" you asked while grabbing his ball-sack in your strong fist and squeezing hard enough to feel the flesh strain between your fingers.

"No … Mistress," John squeaked pathetically, and you released him after one last hard squeeze.

"Then it's settled." you said with a devious smile. "Now come with me, ****! I'm going to show you your new place in life."