"It was just a lucky ambush! My martial prowess lets me defeat any foe at all!"
Yumina struggled to free herself from the rope binds that wound around her chest to no avail. No amount of skill in fighting would allow breaking through these heavy bonds. The combatant that had defeated her rest against the wall to her side and simply nodded, nonchalantly replying, "Yeah, lucky me. Listen, you're now property of the organization now, so just sit tight, alright?"
He wore a black, full body suit made out of an odd material. It even covered his face, though with a painted on face, that took the appearance of a crude, wicked smile. This shady underground organization she had stumbled upon really did its most to hide the identity of its muscle, no doubt because they were all criminals.
"What do you mean? Don't tell me I'm supposed to be your slave or something?"
"Well, yes, but the training comes first. And we like to call it getting hired." Having already caught the heroine, he had little more to do than to answer questions and wait for the organization to pick her up.
Yumina didn't like the sound of that. Ignoring his weird terminology, she knew what slave meant- human trafficking, being a sex slave, forced labor... the list went on. But she didn't know what training entailed. "Training...? Like, learning to fight?"
The combatant clapped sarcastically. "Good guess, but no. And actually not much of a good guess. Had I not gotten the drop on you, you'd have wiped out a ton of us I'm sure, including me. If it wasn't for that unfortunate coincidence, we wouldn't even be here right now." Yumina gave him a dubious look while carefully listening. As a heroine she couldn't lose to a grimy criminal organization, so any clues or information could help her escape. "...What you really need is obedience. And from obedience, loyalty. After all, you're going to be working for us."
"Obedience..." Suddenly feeling nauseous at the thought of this dirty criminal organization getting a hold of her mind, Yumina swallowed nervously, only speaking when she felt she needed to. The darkened warehouse she sat in that stood in the outer reaches of the city was truly decrepit, and it didn't help her hold her confidence. Why did she let herself get into this situation?
She had to say something to reinforce the control over her actions and thoughts. She opened her mouth with resolve: "Don't call me 'property,' okay?! You can't tame me. I'm the shining heroine, Yumina Ishida! I don't work under anyone! My only loyalty is to justice, and protecting the weak!"
Her defiant words were quickly shut down with more cold laughter, as the combatant faked wiping a tear from his painted eye. He was done playing nice. In a low voice he muttered, "You think people want to hear some cheesy speech like that? It was funny, but maybe I should give you an idea of how the world really works before you go off yelling about justice."
He pulled away from the aged bricks of the wall, moving towards the front of Yumina's restrained figure, and continued talking. "In reality, we live in a world where you either take advantage of others, or become a victim. There are many forms of power, from brute force to charisma, but it ends with one thing: whoever dominates everything else becomes king, whatever their goals might be. That's why we do things the way we do. Too many people rely on you instead of standing on their own feet. And the ones that can't? It's just natural selection at work."
His tone was different compared to how he spoke earlier, now filled with fiery passion for his philosophy of the world. His finger pointed directly at her. "People like you piss me off because you don't know what it's like to struggle. My orders were to keep you here until a pickup arrived, but I'm sure nobody will mind if demonstrate my position as the one who takes advantage of others."
She panicked as the realization he was done talking came to mind. She tried to dodge him as much as possible, but it did nothing but waste time until he got a good grip on one of her legs. "Stop! Wait!" She called out, but the painted smile of the combatant did not respond further, instead fishing through the air for her other struggling leg. His grip tightened as he lifted both legs up above the ground, letting him get a better look at her tights that sat under her skirt. He commented on her lack of underwear, which resulted in a slight blush forming on her cheeks. "I wonder why you chose such indecent clothing?"
"I-I have tights! They aren't inde- Ah!" She was interrupted by the combatant, who had pressed his leathery boot into her crotch. The forward force of the footwear pressing into her competed with the pulling force of his grip on her legs, caused great force applied right to her privates. She winced in pain. "Hey! Get off! Stop! Argh, stop it!" She cried out, trying to do anything to push him back without success. A burning fire rushed through her pelvis as it tingled in pain, making her feel dizzy and lightheaded.
He began repeatedly pulling back and then pushing forwards, The frightening visage being given to him by his outfit seemed to fuel his depravity. "I really like it when I get to make a girl squeal by grinding my boot into their pussy," he whispered maliciously. "And I love my job. You'll get hired soon enough, loving it as much as I do."
The pain grew worse along with the pleasure mixed in as he jeered at her.