Q-Ball laughed and whooped raucously at her challenge, blithely pulling her over the sideway, down the severely damaged alleyway and into the makeshift warehouse.  The metallic reverberations would give her some indication of the kind of place she'd been brought to.<br/><br/>"Sweetheart, as a man I'd love to get you outta that nasty lookin' thing," he said cheerfully, "but as a<em>business</em>-man I gotta consider everything from a risk-management point'a view, and freein' you seems awful risky."<br/><br/>More than anything he was enjoying how rediculous Kriss looked being dragged backwards by the cumbersome yoke, and he hadn't really thought out exactly what he was going to do with her once he'd got her inside.  All he knew was that he'd lost count of the number of times he'd lost a sale because of some misfortune experienced by his client, and not infrequently this bitch was involved.  Now clearly whatever the Patricks had done to her had made it so that she was unlikely to cause him many more problems here-on-in, but that didn't mean the score was settled.  For that, he'd have to be a little more creative.<br/><br/>He tossed her onto the concrete floor of the warehouse and walked around in front of her, looking her over and letting out an incredulous whistle.<br/><br/>"Hoo dang, those Patricks done tenderised you up nicely." he said, "You one dumb bitch to get yerself in a bind with those nasty fuckers.  After all they done I suppose they let you go on accounts that yer debt's been paid.  Thing is, I don't remember gettin' my cut, so I thinks I'm gonna have to see if we can make things right just now."<br/><br/>He gave her bare foot a prod with his own workboot, and snorted.  "Don't suppose I can really ask you to stand around though.  Maybe we'll see if I can throw you a bone and make it so you can just hang about while I do what's gotta be done."<br/><br/>The corner of his eye had already caught the fork-lift truck, which hadn't functioned for years due to a lack of fuel, but he'd kept it around ever since some travelling merchant had claimed to be able to provide a solar power solution.  Damn merchant was yet to make good on his word, but the forks were in a raise position, and it gave Q-Ball an idea.<br/><br/>"Hold thar jus' a second missy." he chirped, grabbing the yoke once again and dragging her onwards towards the contraption.  With care not to lose hiw own balance, he grunted loudly and heaved the yoke upwards just as he approached the truck, carefully positioning Kriss so that the two forked slid under the yoke between each respective forearm and her neck, with her body facing the cab of the truck.<br/><br/>Q-Ball stepped back, huffing from the exertion.  "That works nice don't you think?  'course you lookin' pretty vulnerable hangin' there.  Just like small businesses like mine in this rather volatile economic environment, know what I'm sayin'?  Perhaps I give you a little taste of how it feels when your activities impact upon my trades."<br/><br/>In contract to his chirpy speech, his face screwed up with aggression and he swung a punch into the side of Kriss's body, drawing back rubbing his knuckles.  Wasting no time, he brought the other arm around and pummelled the small of her back, and then again into her side, and next brought his knee up crashing into the back of her thigh so hard that he felt the clunk of her thigh-bone.  Lastly, he clasped both his hands together, moved around to her side and landed a double-fisted blow straight into her exposed abdomen.<br/><br/>Stopping to take a breath, Q-Ball smiled in satisfaction at her every noise and physical response.  As he caught his breath his eyes ran over her figure from the side, taking in her substantial curved and pursing his lips in a small whistle.  Stepping forward he flatted one hand against her stomach, and slid it up underneath the material of her tank top until he was cupping her sumptuous breasts.  He hummed in approval.<br/><br/>Moving around behind her - close enough so that she would find it difficult to draw either of her feet far away enough to gain momentum for a kick - he brought his other hand around the other side and slipped it up the front of her top also, reaching up and boldly groping at her chest, all the while mumbling and groaning about how good it felt.<br/><br/>"God damn bitch," he murmured, "looks like you done gave me a boner.  What the hell am I supposed to do now."