Samiel was lying on her side against the cold, rusted metal of the truck bed. Her wrists were shackled tightly behind her back, numerous lengths of heavy chain wound and cinched against the jackal's frame for additional restraint. Armed guards lined the benches on either side, and she could almost feel the nervous gazes and gun barrels focused upon her. A thick and heavy tarp was stretched tight over the cargo bay's metal supports, blocking out all but a few errant rays of sunlight that shone through ragged holes in the fabric. They had been driving for nearly two hours, leaving the city and eventually straying off the main road to some unknown destination. This road was rough, gouged with tire tracks and potholes, and the jackal's spine ached with every hard jolt of the wheels bouncing against ruts.

The guard were whispering all around, but the thrumming of the truck's engine and crunch of gravel beneath the tires made it difficult to listen in on their conversation. Flicking her ears towards the closer bench, she managed to make out a word or two, one of which she recognized as 'Menston.' Her lips curled upwards in a smile. It seems she had indeed underestimated the young upstart who had seen fit to challenge her empire. A ruthless and opportunistic businessman, Alec Menston was known as a longtime investor of the Soviet Arms Race, providing immeasurable support and funding. Unbeknownst to his clients, however, he was more than willing to play both sides of the field to turn a profit. Despite numerous attempts to encroach on her interests, however, Alec had never once bested her. Until today.

She was even, dare she say it, impressed. The attack on her office in Lille had been completely unexpected, carried out with quick and surgical precision. She was already planning out the changes she would be making to her security's procedures in light of this abduction. In exchange for such a valuable lesson, her ordeal was a small price to pay. She wriggled about in her bindings, looking to adjust the shackles to a more comfortable fit as the truck rolled to a stop. A buzzer sounded outside, followed by the high-pitched shriek of a metal fence being rolled away. As the truck began moving again, she lifted her snout and sniffed at the air. She could smell the acrid exhaust of an industrial chimney, wet steam, the tang of gunpowder and engine oil, and some overbearing chemical sting that set her eyes to watering.

After another few hundred yards they stopped again, the truck's engine cutting off as a loud voice yelled "Bring out the prisoner!"

Samiel's eyes clenched shut as the tarp was yanked aside and afternoon sunlight blinded her vision. Hands grasped under her arms and around her waist as she was hauled to her feet and dragged out of the truck, sharp stones and pebbles digging into her bare feet. Blinking away the glare, she found herself in a wide courtyard, surrounded by brick and concrete buildings on all side. A massive pair of chimneys belched steam from a large building ahead, and further to the east was a singular runway leading to an aircraft hanger. Walls of gray stone encircled the area, with green treetops sloping up to mountains behind.

"Eyes Front," a voice yelled, calloused fingers gripping the jackal's chin and turning her face forwards. A thick-bodied man glared into her eyes, his face thick and ruddy, body seeming to strain against the seams of his nondescript uniform. An enforcer, by his look. Someone who led by intimidation and force. Twisting her chin out of his grasp, Samiel let her eyes trail over his chest and shoulders for any rank or insignia. As she expected, there was none to be found. A private operation then, likely selling its services to whichever country was willing to pay the highest.

Samiel caught a glimpse of movement to her right. Another man was exiting one of the nearby buildings. He looked to be in his early fifties, chestnut brown hair that was just starting to grey was cut back in a neat style usually favored by members of the Eastern Bloc. His blue eyes seemed to take on an almost violet tinge in the light. Seeing that her host had arrived, Samiel gave a short nod and opened her mouth to speak.

"I said EYES FRONT," the heavyset man commanded again, and Samiel felt a hard sting as he struck her across the face hard enough to send a normal person reeling. But Samiel was no normal person, merely letting out a soft grunt and turning the full-force of her glare on the larger man. He flinched as if struck in return, taking a half-step back from the cold fury of those arctic blue eyes and their wordless promise of painful retribution.

A hand came to rest on her shoulder, making the goddess blink and turn her gaze from the petrified guard. Alec Menston smiled at her, his face the very picture of relaxed arrogance.

"Samiel, dear, would you mind not traumatizing my guards," he asked in a patronizing voice. "I had hoped to keep things civil."

She responded with a sneer. "Then you've failed quite spectacularly, considering I was brought here by force!" She gave her shackles a slight shake, the chains jangling loudly. "As for your guard... he would do well to keep his hands to himself. Next time, he may end up missing some fingers."

She gave the man a dark smile, showing all of her teeth and making him back up another step. Laughing heartily, Alec draped an arm over her shoulder. "She's a stubborn one, isn't she? Fancies herself a goddess from what I hear. I think we'll have that cured soon enough."

"Turning her around, he began leading her further into the camp. Besides letting out a disapproving huff, the jackal offered no resistance. Alec was chattering on, his hands moving in exaggerated patterns as he boasted about the facility in the tones of a proud parent. It seemed to be a manufacturing center for chemical defoliants, apparently to supply the Americans' herbicide operation in their war with Vietnam. It was an illicit operation, no doubt, fueled by high demand and the allure of sizeable profit. She had no doubt that divulgence of its location would command a very high price, and resolved to make the most of this otherwise inconvenient abduction.

"But I'm sure you didn't come all this way just to listen to me trumpet my own successes," he said as they came to a stop alongside a marginally more stylish and comfortable office building. "Rather, I'd hoped to discuss your recent successes in obtaining surplus munitions and vehicles from the Vietnamese and Cambodian theaters. I've also heard you're making quite the profit in selling them to the Rhodesian Security Forces. That is why I invited you here, to discuss turning over your suppliers and stockpile to me. I have several contacts in ZANLA who-"

Samiel tuned him out, instead mulling over his knowledge of her arms smuggling. That awareness suggested an informant somewhere in her own ranks, and their discovery and... removal would have to be among her first priorities upon escaping this place.

The snapping of fingers brought her out of her musings, and she found herself staring directly into Alec's face. "I do hope you'll be willing to cooperate with this little business deal. I'd prefer you didn't force me to resort to harsh action, or even remove you from the equation entirely.

She let out a guttural, barking laugh that took the man by surprise. "Enough bullshit," she said in Arabic. "I know you're not going to kill me."

Enjoying his stupefied and uncomprehending expression, she continued in her native tongue. "I was just about to agree to every term you set."

"Wha... what did she say," he asked again, this time looking around to the various guards. "Did anyone understand that?"

Now grinning at him cheekily, the jackal flipped her hair over one shoulder and continued in her native tongue. "Oh, I just said that you suck donkey cocks and whistle through your ass."

Almost as if he knew he was being mocked, Alec turned this way and that, finally jabbing his finger at one older man. "You were stationed in Tobruk back during the war. Can you tell what she's saying?"

The man paled as she repeated herself, obviously less than enthused about repeating the insult. "I... uh... think she said she owns a singing donkey and... and a rooster with a drinking problem?"

Alec's cheeks flushed in annoyance. "Is she trying to be funny? Or just... no. Nevermind. I can see we'll have to do this the hard way." He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and withdrew a brightly colored rubber ball attached to several straps. Before Samiel could react, he reached out and grasped her lower jaw, pulling her mouth open and shoving the ball inside.

"Don't you da-mmrrrph!" Eyes widening in outrage, the jackal tries to pull her head away, only for the first guard to hold her still as Alec set to work buckling the straps and securing the gag in her mouth. Satisfied, he stepped back to admire his work as Samiel twisted and shook her head about, trying to dislodge the gag.

"Much better," he said in approval. "Hopefully when that's removed you'll be in a more agreeable mood."

"Dhhhhnt chhhhnt hhn hhht!" He merely smiled back and turned to enter the building, waving the guard to bring her along.

Sensing his cue, the guard placed a guiding hand on her back and made to march Samiel inside. "Right then, let's go little lady." Perhaps he felt more confident with her securely gagged, or he might not have given any credence to her threat in the first place. Whatever the reason, he also made the astoundingly foolish choice of reaching down to give her a firm swat to the rear. And that was when Samiel decided she'd had quite enough of this nonsense.

With a muffled snarl, she spun on her heel fast as a cobra. The guard had no time to react before her knee shot up in a blur, slamming into his groin with enough force to lift him into the air and send him crashing to the ground several feet back. The other guards stared in shock, but Samiel had already turned back to Alec, walking towards him with slow and methodical steps.

"G-get her," she heard the man wheeze in a raspy falsetto, and then footsteps were pounding towards her. She turned to kick out at the nearest guard, driving the air from his stomach, but another had seized her arm to try and wrestle her to the ground. She shoved him away, but another tackled her around the waist, driving her into the dirt. Struggling to throw her off, another seized her by the shoulder.

"Grab her legs!"

"Get the shackles!"

"Keep the bitch still!"

Samiel thrashed wildly, letting out a shriek of anger and despair when cold steel locked tightly around her ankles. As she was lifted up and carried towards him, Alec tsked in disapproval and reached out to stroke his thumb down her cheek.

"My dear, I afraid you're in for quite the rough visit here..."

---

She'd been brought kicking and fighting to his office, where the guards had forced her down to her knees and locked her wrist and ankles shackles securely together. Fully immobilized, Samiel had been forced to sit and watch as Alec strutted about the place like a peacock. His every action, every phone call, every order to a subordinate seemed overly exaggerated with the goal of flaunting his power over her. For her part, Samiel remained silent and busied herself with trying to bore a hole through his smug face with her eyes.

After what felt like hours, Alec placed the last sheaf of papers aside and came around to lean over her. "Now then, if I remove this will you agree not to spit curses and shrieks into my ears?"

Samiel gave him a distrustful stare, but nodded her head in agreement. Reaching around, he unbuckled the gag and pulled it loose, allowing the jackal to draw in a deep breath and stretch her aching jaw.

"Excellent, perhaps now we can get some business done," he said in approval before sitting himself atop his desk and smirking down at her. Samiel stared back, her mouth set in a thin line.

"Now let's say for the sake of speculation that you're acquiring these items before they leave the US. The cost and risk of transporting them overseas far outweighs any additional gains, so I imagine you must obtain them from the warzones themselves. So then who is your liaison with the Ordinance Corps, and are they based out of America, or overseas?

Samiel allowed herself a small smirk. Good, so the informant wasn't as deeply or closely entrenched within her organization. It did little to pinpoint an identity, but it would at least narrow the field of suspects.

"Who is responsible for smuggling the weapons out of the county," Alec asked. Samiel stared directly ahead, giving no indication she was even listening.

"How do you transport them from Asia to Africa?"

Still no answer.

"Who is your buyer with the INTAF?" No answer. Alec pushed himself off from the desk and leaned close. "Has there been any suspicion with the local quartermasters or troops since you've begun this operation?"

When she still refused to answer the man stepped back with a sigh. "This defiance really is pointless, my dear. You're not going anywhere, and I'll have the information I want one way or another."

"Perhaps, but you'll have no opportunity to use it," Samiel taunted, finally breaking her silence with a sneer. "You'd be much better off in releasing me now, while I still feel inclined to show some mercy.

Reaching across his desk, he plucked up a small hinged case and opened the lid. Unable to see around it, Samiel watched in apprehension, her eyes widening as he lifted a syringe filled with cloudy grey fluid and topped with a long needle.

"What do you plan on doing with that," she demanded, already trying to scoot herself backwards. He only grinned and advanced towards her, grabbing her by the shoulder and holding her still. Unable to push him away, she could only let out a pained hiss when he sank the needle into her abdomen and forced the liquid inside.

"Just a little something to loosen that sharp tongue and dampen your resistance," he explained cheerfully. Withdrawing the needle and setting it aside, he returned to his desk. Pouring himself a glass of wine, the man sat back to watch her curiously as the unknown drug went to work. Samiel's breathing and pulse began to quicken, her eyes dilating and going out of focus. The minutes ticked by and her struggles gradually slowed, movements turning sluggish until her entire body sagged like a puppet with its strings cut.

Satisfied that the drug had done its work, Alec finished off the last bit of wine in his glass and leaned forward.

"Now, let's try this again. Your liaison?"

Samiel looked up at him, her head lolling back. "Lieutenant General Austin Miller," she replied in a flat tone. "Stationed at the Udorn Air Force Base in Thailand..."

Smile stretched wide across his face, Alec noted the information down and moved on to the next question, and then the next. Samiel answered each in turn, the jackal seeming to be completely unaware of her surroundings. After a dozen more questions, he slid the notepad back across the desk and reached for his telephone.

"Henri? It's Alec. Yes... yes the interrogation was a complete success. I have everything we need to continue the operation. Hmm? No... not yet at least. Tell Marilyn to gather up all the evidence against General Miller. I want our position to be ironclad before we move to coerce him into accepting our offer. After that? Just have her wait and observe. I'm certain the organization will begin to crumble soon enough without their leader."

Hanging up, he moved back around the desk to crouch before the incoherent goddess. Her eyes stared listlessly ahead as he cupped her chin with his hand.

"Thank you very much for the assistance, my dear, but I think we're done for now. You've given me a very valuable gift you know?" He smirked to himself and let his thumb rub across her cheek. "A steady supply of equipment, weapons and vehicles coming across the continent and waiting to be sold? A supplier who'll be cowed into his silence by the evidence of his own actions? I couldn't ask for a better arrangement!"

He chuckled darkly and turned her face towards him, her blue eyes starting right through him and into space. "Of course you realize I can't let you go, not as long as this little scheme is in effect. But don't worry, I'll take very good care of you. Who knows? You might even enjoy being my pet."

"Y...re.... bo... ne... th...g..." Samiel murmured, her tongue tangling with the words. Alec raised an eyebrow.

"What's that, Samiel? Something more to say," he taunted. The jackal repeated her words in a tiny whisper, the words lost as soon as they left her lips. Alec leaned in closer.

"You were saying?"

"You're right about one thing," she said, this time in a clear and confident voice. Surprised, Alec drew back, seeing her eyes focused and sparkling like azure fire as she grinned with all her teeth.

"We are done."

Samiel gave a hard wrench of her arm, and the air was split by the crack and shriek of splintering metal. The shackle on her wrist split in two, the chains around her snapping apart as the jackal broke free of her restraints. Lashing out, she caught Alec's throat in her hand and gave a brutal squeeze that crushed his throat and windpipe. His eyes bulged, a strangled whisper escaping his lips, but Samiel was already lifting him into the air before slamming him down onto his back. The floor under her cracked, his spine breaking from the impact. Body going limp from paralysis, he could only lay still and gasp shallowly for breath as Samiel broke free of her remaining bonds.

The jackal kicked the chains away as she sauntered over to his desk and snatched up the phone.

"Hello Jason. What? Yes, I'm fine of course. You think I can't handle myself? Hmmph... and don't forget it. Now then, I need you to do some digging, find the address and name registered to this number. The operator should have provided it. Once you have it, send up my personal guard as well as our surveying team. We have a great deal to document and confiscate before we turn this facility over. Don't worry, I'll have any resistance softened up by the time they arrive. Oh! And Jason... track down Marilyn for me won't you? Make sure she doesn't go anywhere until I return..."

Setting the phone aside, Samiel reached for the paper of notes from which she'd 'confessed.' Giving him a mischievous smile, she incinerated it with a burst of azure fire from her palm.

"Well now! This has been quite the productive day," she purred, hopping down from the desk and approaching the paralyzed Alec. "Eliminating a rival, discovering a traitor in my organization, and let's not forget the chance to raid and then report an illegal chemical research facility for double the reward. Oh I'm certainly glad that I allowed myself to be captured. I'd grown tired of waiting for an opportunity to deal with you myself."

She came to a stop over the fallen smuggler and crime boss. "I hope you don't mind that I indulged you by playing the captive for so long. Acting as though my feeble bonds were inescapable... putting up a token resistance... pretending as though your mortal drug had affected me. I simply wanted to give you a sense of pleasure, of accomplishment in your last moments. And of course, that look of dumbfounded surprise when I broke free was a particularly delicious sight."

Still smirking to herself, the jackal lifted one foot high over his head. "I could allow you to suffocate slowly, but I have always believed in showing mercy to my enemies. Goodbye, Alec. I hope your next incarnation is wise enough to know NOT to cross me."

Drawing back, Samiel slammed her foot down onto his skull, crushing it to bits and cratering the floor beneath.

---

Whew! That was fun, though I think I might've rushed the ending a tad.

Since this was the first picture of Samiel in a bondage situation, I felt like marking the occasion with a little story. Unlike her sister, Samiel was not sealed away but has been active in world politics and events for the last few millennia. In that time she's built a thriving commercial empire of businesses and investments. Some... a bit more illegal than others. Needless to say, she's rather protective of her interests and does not respond well to hostile takeover attempts.

To those who read, hope you enjoyed and thanks very much!

Another awesome picture done by  ryuseihikari ( The original can be found here- http://ryuseihikari.deviantart.com/.....-Con-629161210 )

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