Captured Rivals Bitch [Me & Cadrac]

[Forever Unbreakable]

Angel looked as her whole gang of females where getting defeated and put in their place. She didn't know this would happen or she would have backed down, wondering what of to come of her she tried to decide if she should run or stay. A gang leader never left the fight but she was wanting to so damn badly cause they never had become defeated and so badly. Feeling a guy grab her arm she struggled and yanked trying to get her arm out of his grasp "What the fuck??" Biting her lip as she was being dragged to somewhere else somewhere more private and more secluded then the other girls, into a warehouse or something of that sort and she was scared of what was waiting in there for her. Turning the corner with the guy she saw the gang leader and she got a scared look in her eyes as she pulled back hard, trying to get out of the guys grip, trying to think of a way out of this.

Being pulled up to the guy she was forced on her knees, and she looked at the leader then to the side "What do you want with me?? You already have my whole gang in your grasp why the fuck do you even need me to live??" Her eyes went back to him, she had a defiant glare that any man would want to break, she knew he had wanted her a long time, and it looked like today he would finally get her. Growling lowly she felt a slight breeze her black ponytails flowing in the slight breeze and she bit her lip really not even wanting this. She should have backed out, she wouldn't have caused all this chaos that was happening, she wouldn't cause all of the girls that had a pride and will to be put in their place so viciously. Whimpering lowly she yanked her arm out of the guys grip and glared up at him making him back up a little bit, Angel still had one trick up her sleeve since she didn't see any other gang members. They were most likely raping the girls and turning them into their bitches, the very thought of that pissed Angel off more then ever. Never defeated until a fully male gang, with her and her gang making the mistake of thinking they were so much stronger, and had so much more will power. She was wrong and now she had lost her gang, and soon probably her pride as well.

Reaching into her boot she looked up at the leader, and around the place only seeing the one gang member who was just scared of her glare. Smirking slightly she knew it would be this time sooner then later to hurt someone, and she wanted to see just how much she could hurt someone. Her hand came out faster then lighting, and a hand gun automatic was in her hand as she looked towards the gang leader "You really actually take me for a fool and think I will let you and your gang get away with all this!!??" She was pissed off and he could tell it in the tone of her voice, she wondered if he wanted her for her anger, that she could fly off the handle so quickly, and do so much damage, or if he wanted her for something like a play toy. In truth she liked him to but she would never show it, if she did it would just be her jealous if another girl started to flirt with him, she would warn her and tell her to back off and if that didn't work. Well the only other way to get a girl away from your man in a gang would most likely either fight or just a bullet to the head, she really didn't mind either one "You seriously just messed with the wrong gang leader girl". Her eyes showed just how angry she wast but also just how scared she was also, though she didn't tremble when she had the gun in her hand, she didn't make any rash moves, she knew how to handle herself in situations like these, or at least she thought she did.

 

[Cadrac]

Kentaro had waited a long time for this moment. The chance to humble and possess Angel was a dream come true. That she had the nerve to challenge his gang was one of the things he liked about her; she just didn't understand how completely outclassed her girls were when it came to fighting. No matter, they would learn their new places now. Her gang no longer existed as and entity. The Red Devil Gang would absorb their turf and their businesses, and their former members would now be slaves and fucktoys for his boys. Angel was all his. They could do whatever they wanted with the other girls, though he'd make sure everybody got a chance to have a turn with whatever girls were their favorites, solely for gang solidarity and moral, but other than that he didn't give a flying fuck. Why would he care about second rate sluts when he had Angel. He and he alone--he'd break the fucking neck of anyone who tried to move in on her. She was going to be his own personal slave.

He could see her continued defiance as she was brought before him, but he'd beat and fuck that out of her. And it looked like her first lesson in her new life was about to begin. Ken was already in motion as soon as she reached for the gun. As she pulled it up, he had already closed to striking range, and by the time she leveled it, his torso was already dropping out of her line of fire, and his legs coming up lock onto her arm and flip her over him via a leglock grip. Rolling with the sacrifice throw placed him on top of her, one of the legs that had just been gripping it, pinning the gun arm down to the ground. He calmly reached down and applied pressure to the correct nerve bundle to send shooting pains agonizingly up and down her arm and cause he hand to involuntarily spasm and release the gun.

Picking the gun up, he tossed it to the Moko, his dogrobber who was standing nearby in case Ken had any orders to give him. "I knew you probably had stuff on you, bitch, because unlike your girls, you haven't been searched yet, because I gave strict instructions they weren't to touch you. So I'll just take care of that strip search now, myself." He quite casually slammed a spearhand strike into her solar plexus so that she would be too busy trying to remember how to breath for any witty comebacks, or resistance to his search. The strike was particularly potent thanks to the black combat gloves with eight ounces of steel shot sewn into each glove that he had gotten from the same supplier he used to get his gang disposable plastic handcuff restraints. He liked them because they magnified the power of his strikes without getting in the way of his martial arts techniques like a set of brass knuckles or other external hand loading would. He flipped her over and slipped one of the double cuff restraints over her wrists and pulled them tight.

Knowing the blow to the solar plexus would only hold her so long, he established a sleeper hold on her neck, a technique for which cops got in great trouble during the end of the previous century, for the method used in depressing the carotid artery to starve the brain of oxygen, while it could indeed cause a blackout in mere seconds, if incorrectly applied could also cause damage which would continue eliminating or reducing the brain's blood supply, or cause a blood clot that would go straight to the brain, causing a stroke. However, with a target who was already incapacitated momentarily, it was child's play to apply the hold correctly and render her briefly unconscious.

Slipping another double cuff up each leg, he used them to bind her ankles to the backs of her thighs. These restraints weren't as complex or aesthetically pleasing as shibari, but they were a lot faster and more dependably secure. And he could afford to use them freely, even though they were single use disposables. In the bulk hundred packs he got them in for the gang, the three he had just used on her cost him less than five bucks total. Now that she was secured, he proceeded to search her for more hidden weapons, knowing that the very brief application of the sleeper hold he had used would be wearing off and she would be regaining consciousness any moment and slowly coming to her senses during his hands' intimate roaming of her entire body, so he was sure to linger on those portions of her anatomy he found particularly pleasing.