Obey Him

Emily did as she was told. As soon as her arms were around the tree a man stepped up from behind her and tied some kind of rough cord around her wrists, holding them in place. He then came around the tree and stood close to her, studying her face. ‘Nice make up,’ he said with a smile. His voice was different, this was not the person who had been shouting orders. Two hands reached around her neck to unclip the cape, then Emily felt it whisked off her shoulders. ‘Fucking hell, Tom! Get a load of this!’ Another new voice. She had miscalculated this, she had assumed there was just one person. ‘Shall I search her now?’ This was the person who had removed her cape.

‘No,’ the original voice said, he seemed to be in charge here. ‘On second thoughts, I’ll do it.’

‘Aw, Tom,’ Voice Two sounded disappointed. ‘She doesn’t look like she has any weapons.’

‘You can’t be too careful.’

The first man was still staring at her, smiling menacingly. Emily was racking her brains trying to think of a way out of this. She didn’t have any weapons, of course, because she was supposed to have collected them from Ted. Why hadn’t she just waited for him?

The first voice, presumably Tom, was close behind her now. He spoke softly into her ear. ‘Just stand still, don’t struggle.’ His hands were on her shoulders, then they ran down her back. Emily didn’t see any point in frisking her back, she wasn’t going to have hidden a weapon in the strap of her bikini and now the cape was gone there was nothing else there. His hands moved to her hips then up her sides to her ribs. He was surprisingly gentle despite his gruff attitude just moments earlier.

Emily gasped as Tom slid his hands under her breastplate. First he stroked her tummy, then moved up to her breasts, searching them very thoroughly. He cupped each one, then she felt his thumbs stroking her nipples. He surely didn’t think they were concealed weapons!? Emily could feel him breathing heavily against the back of her neck, then he gave each boob a firm squeeze and withdrew his hands.

Then he moved to the waistband of her leather skirt and down to her boots. Tom used both hands to pat down each boot, then up the inside of each thigh. She felt him lift a few strips of her skirt, exposing her bottom. ‘Oh, god,’ she heard him sigh as he fondled her buttocks then slid his hand to the front and right down to her lady bits.

‘Look, I definitely don’t have anything in there,’ Emily scolded. The man staring at her face laughed. His breath smelled of cheesy snacks.

Tom stood up, whispering into her ear, ‘You could, if you play your cards right.’

‘I don’t have any weapons, okay? I was just going for a walk so let me go.’

‘I don’t think so, I think we’ve just captured one of the Saviours. I think you’ll have to come with us.’

Shit, thought Emily. She was supposed to go and meet Ted, not get captured before the game had even started.

The staring man looked behind Tom, suddenly looking worried. ‘Tom?’ he said as somebody screamed, somewhere close.