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Obedience in the Lesbian Union (Sheena-Tiger & ExotikTwilight)

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Nov 15, 2019
It had been a fruitful week for one Olympiada Olga, nsfw. An agent in the Public Safety Bureau as it was externally and officially called, she belonged to one of the sub sections named Obsidian Order. Their role was dealing with whomever the government considered to be terrorists, subversives, and agitators. There weren't as many as one would initially think in the United Lesbian Union, at least not for an autocratic country that pretended to be a democracy. Part of it was the tight monitoring and lack of privacy protection that would make many shy away from attempting anything, as well as selling prisoners as subs and slaves. The other was that the country was very socially liberal. When people had entertainment and sex, why bother disturbing the order of things?

Some didn't see it that way, of course, like the woman Olympidada was hunting down now. There always seemed to be one insurgent or rebel cell of another, doggedly stealing, sabotaging, or fighting a guerilla war to topple the government and bring back other rights and freedoms. They were pervasive enough that there was always unrest of some kind in one city or province or another. Always split up enough that even catching one whole cell did nothing but quiet things down for a weeks. A perpetual game of whack a mole or cat and mouse.

Not that Olympiada minded it, entirely. If anything, it provided her the not too infrequent toy to play with, to extract information from and break before sending them off to forced labor or someone's fuck toy. And she was indeed looking forward to the one tonight. A known gun for hire, enough evidence had built up against one 'Anabela Ramires'. So she was contacted through a third party to come to a hit on an 'officer', only to have her run into an ambush. Since she was needed alive it meant there would be casualties, as Olympiada restricted the officers under her command to batons, tasers, rubber bullets, and chemical grenades. But they were just chaff and she had no issue using them to wear down the hitwoman.

"This has been a fun game of cat and mouse, hasn't it?" the agent asked, troops flanking her as they cornered their target. Chasing her to an abandoned factory, it had been a long night given all the places one could hide. "But, you seem quite out of it now, mh? I suppose all the little hits add up over time." Hands on her hips, dressed in a short black top and shorts plus utility belt and holster, the red head's powerful body was on display. While she was certain she'd have one in a straight up fight, she rather enjoyed watching her prey slowly get run down. Even now though she regarded Anabela with a cautious predator's eyes. Even out of ammo, and her melee weapons lost of dulled, she was a dangerous prey.
 
Full Name:Anabela Ramires
Height:5'10'' / 177 cm
Hair:black, down to her shoulder blades
Eyes:steel grey
Noteable:officially a "gun for hire" but is suspected to be a dangerous rebell
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The week had been far less fruitful for Anabela Ramires. Not that mercenary work of any kind was an easy job and it was a lot of ups and downs, not only financially. It was additionally difficult for her with her less open line of work, if you could call it work if you were doing your best to sabotage the leading people of your very own country. There were signs all over the place on how people were extorted, suppressed and manipulated into believing all the so called good things being done for them.

Some time ago, the dark haired woman had received some offer for a hit, a double win even as it was not only an offer with a lot of money attached to it but also the target was said to be an officer. While not the most important of people, his demise would put a dent into their system. The best thing had been all the extra information on where he would be at some dates and times, his whole schedule at the rebellions fingertips. Anabela knew people were going missing all the time, it was the kind of thing happening to people who knew to much so she had all the information checked over and over again, waiting her time and observing but everything had been working out according to it.

Almost sure she would not walk into a trap, Anabela had chosen a day and time to finally strike. Everything was working according to her plan. Only right before the moment she would hit the target it became clear that she had been working her way right into the net of the trap. It had been a grenade, thrown a bit to early, which had enabled her to get away just in time. Gas or not, it was no good thing to be close to it when it was going off. What followed had been lots of hits with rubber bullets while her own weapons were shooting to kill, and she as good at it.

More than one of this corrupt police was going down, unlikely to be ever back alive to their family while she herself felt her strength slowly sapping away. Even inside the old factory she had tried to hide inside was not save at all, there had been some close calls but now she was at the end of the line. All that was left in her arsenal was a combat knife, after she had thrown the empty pistol she had left to knock out another pesky officer. The major issue though was now standing right in front of her. Every person inside the rebellion knew the face in front of her, Agent Olympiada, the only person who had only a positive track record when it came to sniffing out and arresting people, whatever their background... and none ever made it back, not that they knew at the very least.

Standing there, dressed in almost casual attire, Anabela looked at her enemy. She knew she was beaten, the wall was in her back, the next door behind the officers, most equipped with activated, buzzing tasers, and not even a window above her. Olga was correct, all these hits had taken the energy out of her and there was simply no other end than her being captured. Frustrated she threw the knife on the ground before raising her hands. "Yeah... fun... for you. How many died for your corrupt dictatorship just today? You got me... I give up..." she said, not able to fight anymore but not planning to actually give up. Yes, they would bring her into some prison but she planned to escape somehow and be the first to actually be the first to do that, destroying that idiots reputation that way.
 
"Mm, they did their job" the agent answered, hips gently swaying side to side as she approached the surrendering rebel. "If they did it better, perhaps they'd be only wounded. Still, acceptable losses for taking down a dangerous rebel. The State will not forget them, just as it did not forget you."

Walking behind Anabela, she grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back. Her wrists and elbows were then tightly cuffed together, though the device used was more like a manacle with a thick chain then the slimmer, 'dainty' handcuffs that were used for more regular targets. "We shan't be taking any chances with you, shall we my dear?" Olympiada asked from behind as she ran her hands down the rebel's now bound arms. "You can strain all you want, these were specifically made with muscle brats in mind..."

Another office stepped up, handing her the metal chain choker collar that would be used to make sure Anabela would follow them. And if she didn't...well, it would be interesting to see how far she could get when she would be struggling to breath, cold smooth metal digging into her neck. "Now, darling..." she continued, leaning in to plant a kiss on the side of the rebel's neck. "Any toy or gag that's your particular favorite? I'm happy to be a tad accommodating for the ride back to the Public Safety station..."
 
Full Name:Anabela Ramires
Height:5'10'' / 177 cm
Hair:black, down to her shoulder blades
Eyes:steel grey
Notable:officially a "gun for hire" but is suspected to be a dangerous rebel
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The tough woman groaned as her arms were pulled down and tightly together. She instantly tried them and unlike normal cuffs, there was no budging. Anabela could hear the slight clinking of the chains but the strength and thickness of the material was putting a good stop to her obvious physical strength. "You have no idea what you are getting yourself into." she replied, not that she herself knew what she was getting into either. A shiver ran down her spine at the touch. "I know of only one brat around here, it's the one spewing her venom in the name of injustice and dictatorship."

While talking, grey eyes followed the movements in front of her, seeing a redhead in uniform stepping through the lines. Going by the insignia on her uniform, she was likely a step or two below Olympiada but that was not what worried Anabela. Actually worrisome was the item in her hands. With her own hands secured on her back, there was nothing she could do to stop Olympiada taking her time in putting that joke of a collar around her victims neck. A few bits where warm to the touch, likely where the other bitch had held it in her hands, the rest was cold, making her shiver involuntarily. For a moment she thought about headbutting the other woman but the answer would be quite painful as none of the people around her had lowered their weapons, thus she tried to endure the kiss as best she could without acting in her own disfavor. "Oh, I would love a large gag... shoved deep behind your teeth so I would no longer have to hear your lies and nonsense." Anabela spat at her captor. It was rather unlikely her wish would be fulfilled and more likely it was what she would receive herself in response to teach her a lesson but a gag was more easy to endure, aching jaws aside, than something rammed between her legs.
 
"Still defiant...I'll have so much fun with you" she giggled, the last three words having a heavy, intentional emphasis as she stepped back and held out a hand to one of her attendants. A large, bright red ball gag was plopped into her hand, and the agent pressed it up against Anabela's lips. Olympiada wouldn't be having any of the hitwoman's snark for now, not until she could adequately cause her pain back to vent her frustration. "Ooppeenn" she sang out, as she tried to force the gag in, either pinching the woman's nose shut to force her mouth open or pinching and twisting one of her nipples through her top.

The final piece of the humiliation was the thick black dildo vibrator that Olympiada pulled out. Thick enough that it'd probably cause discomfort simply resting inside Anabele, and given the sadism her captor was displaying, would probably only put the setting high enough to edge her and no where close to letting her cum for however long it took to haul her into the station for interrogation.
 
Full Name:Anabela Ramires
Height:5'10'' / 177 cm
Hair:black, down to her shoulder blades
Eyes:steel grey
Notable:officially a "gun for hire" but is suspected to be a dangerous rebel
  • special handcuffs securing her hands behind her back
  • a chain choker collar
  • a large red ballgag lodged behind her teeth
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The strong woman let out a growl at that insult of a woman in front of her who kept mocking her. She glared at that attendant as if it would change anything but as expected, Olympiada had her tool in hand and could use it as she saw fit. The woman kept her fight up, keeping her mouth shut for as long as she could but it was only a question of time until she gave in and opened her mouth wide enough. It was one thing, showing she meant no easy win and another having her teeth giving in due to the strength of the other woman and it simply was not worth it. Not being able to breathe was another point she had to consider and not even knowing it, she was taking Olympiada's fun with pinching her nipples this early.

Her grey eyes almost popped out of her skull though when the representative of the oh-so-lawful law was pulling out the second surprise. It was exactly what Anabela did not have wanted. At this point she started to struggle and pull away, despite the collar, and was quickly reminded what kind of collar she had around her neck. Some curses thrown at the redhead in front of her were nicely garbled but with a bit imagination there was at least a 'slut' and maybe some 'killing' among the things hurled at Olympiada. The black haired's skills with speaking when having a large object lodged behind her teeth was abysmal at best. Anabela actually tried to fight so the thing would not be shoved into any of her tight holes but in her situation it was only a matter of time despite all her struggling. Either she would at some point run out of oxygen up until she passed out or unable to use her strength, all the cops around her could simply hold her in place for Olympiada to take all the time she wanted to take.
 
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