Thread: Captured Rivals Bitch [Me & 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.