It was dark when Anna's mind finally awoke. She wondered how she had gotten into this position. Her arms tied together holding her upright, her feet only just touching the floor and her eyes blindfolded. She could tell she was standing in only her underwear. It was cool wherever she was. Not cold, just cool, and very quiet.
Anna resisted the urge to call out. Her mind reminded her she had asked for an audience with the gangs leader, but had been hoping for a more formal interview. Not this; this was more than she could have ever imagined.
Anna was an up and coming reporter and this story could be her big break. The gang had taken over the whole district and no-one could understand or explain how. Police, politicians and judges had all despaired, and no one seemed to care. Even her own boss had told her to drop the story, as other journalists had also vanished or had changed, but Anna could not let it go. Not with such a big story needing to be told.
Someone brushed against her. There was a buzzing in her mind. An excitement she hadn't expected. Her thoughts shifted to her husband, he never would of thought of anything like this. Hell the most excitement they had in the bedroom was when Anna had suggested a different position, and that had been months ago.
Another touch brought her mind back to the position she was in. Anna turned her head, trying to sense where the person was, but the silence was all around.
A third touch, but this time the hand stayed on Anna's breast. There was a gentle moan from across the room. Someone else was there! Anna turned her head towards where the moan had come from.
“Who there?” She asked.
Stupid, she thought, don't give away your fears, you wanted this remember. Meet the leader of the gang, get the story by any means necessary. It wasn't the first time she had been in trouble. Or the first time she had agreed to have sex for a story, but never like this.
Anna's hart started to race as the strong hands ripped open her bra. She felt the cool air hit her breasts. She knew what was coming, and smile flickered across her face.
A man's hands squeezed her breasts, there were large and slightly rough. Definitely male, Anna thought.
Suddenly Anna knew someone was behind her. She could feel someone tracing a finger down her back, teasing her. The man's hand slid down her body, and he placed his mouth over one of her breasts. She gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he bit down hard, his hand ripping off her panties, the roughness scratching her soft skin.
Suddenly Anna feel a slap on her bare ass, first with a hand, then with some thing harder.
"I think she likes it," a woman said.
There was a hint of pleasure in her voice. She slapped Anna's ass again and again, Tears forming in Anna's eyes but she wasn't going to cry out. She was strong. She wanted this.
The man's rough hands slid down between Anna's legs. He wasn't subtle or slow as he slid two fingers inside of her. She was surprised how wet she was, and how easy the rough fingers entered her. He bit down on her breast again, and the woman slapped her ass one more time. There was the sound of a wooden paddle hitting the floor.
Without warning, the woman scratched her nails down Anna's back and Anna cried out in unexpected pain. She had tried not to, but had been taken by surprise. The man covered her mouth with his free hand, his mouth not moving from her breast.
"To much for you?" The woman asked Anna.
