A cheer rises from the audience as Jordan's bare breasts are exposed, their excitement obvious.  Still, while raucous cheers seem to rise up from time to time, they still seem to be holding back, their anticipation still growing.  Jordan can hear the thug leader laugh as, using her arms to pivot her, he slowly turns Jordan around, openly displaying her breasts to everyone in the audience, cheers growing louder in sections as he does so.  "Submit, do you?"  He whispers in her ear once more, his voice husky with... something.  "We'll see about that."<br/><br/>Grinning, the three other thugs approach, letting their weapons fall to the ground as they do so.  "Such lovely skin..."  She hears one say as he steps to her side, reaching one hand out to stroke her flank.  They form a tight circle around her, the two on her sides holding her arms, the leader first tying her wrists together behind her back, and then securing her wrists to her waist, severely limiting her movement.<br/><br/>Once she is secured, the three lesser thugs step back, the circle around her widening, the leader still holding her arms.  Suddenly his hands slide up her arms, finding her breasts, squeezing them first lightly. then more heavily, kneading them with his fingers.  His fingers find her nipples, tweaking and tugging on them lightly.  Without warning, his hand slides down her side, finding a strap to her leggings, and releasing it.  As he does so, he pushes her roughly with his other hand, sending her stumbling into the arms of the next man.<br/><br/>The next man gives her more of the same treatment.  Lowering his head, he begins to lick along her neck, even as his hands toy with her breasts, hefting them from below, tugging and teasing.  After about half a minute, he too undoes a strap on her leggings and pushes her to the next man.  And so it goes, Jordan is pushed from one man to the next, each toying with her body before loosening her leggings, and sending her along.  The crowd cheers each time a strap comes loose.  Finally, all the straps are removed, the metal leggings just barely hanging on, and she is sent careening into the arms of the leader once more.<br/><br/>He catches her from the front this time, face to face.  Looking down into her eyes, he grins, lust evident in his gaze.  "Having fun yet?"  He growls.  Roughly, he takes each breast in one of his large hands.  Lowering his head, he assaults her nipples with his mouth, licking, sucking, lightly nipping.  Suddenly, his hands drop to her sides, sliding down until he finds a grip on her leggings.  With a mighty pull, the straps release, the metal plates clanging to the floor.  Another cheer goes up amongst the crowd as she is suddenly bare below the waist, except for her panties.