NFS:MW The enslavement of Mia Townsend

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Need For Speed: Most wanted Characters, nor do I ever plan to use them for profitable purposes besides sadistic self-satisfication.

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Mia Townsend leaned back in her office chair and sighed. It’s been hell of some year. He had left Rockport in a bang, leaving behind scores of totaled police vehicles and mayhem throughout the city. Chief Cross had been furious that the finest of the city had been thwarted by a single street racer, and his attitudes extended to all of those around him. While Mia was still in the upper echelons of seniority as she was the major player in the locking up of the fifteen “Blacklist” racers, it didn’t get much heat off of her back. Cross could hardly believe that after the months of hanging out with him, gaining his confidence and trust while getting to know his every action, she was unable to slap the cuffs onto him right after the defeat of “Razor”. In the months that followed the blacklisted drivers trickled one by one out of prison. They had lost their cars, and since every car dealership in town is now being closely monitored by Cross it will be near impossible for them to regain their former glory on the streets. Mia herself had lost interest in the street racers, as the thought of them often evoked other thoughts about him. She won’t deny that that she missed him a great deal, the lone underdog that crawled his way back up to the top of the list from scratch after Razor’s stunt. Indeed he had an overwhelmingly attractive quality about him that was a big reason that she had called him to get him the rout out of Rockport.

Sighing again, Mia pushed back her chair and got up to leave the station. She was dressed in casual clothing, a benefit of working undercover. An orange tube top baring the midriffs accompanied dark blue formfitting jeans and black heels. Mia brushed a strand of brunette hair out of her eye and headed for the door, avoiding the eyes of the few coworkers that were left on duty during the evening hours. More than one of them had expressed interest in Mia both before and after the street racing incident, for good cause. Mia was arguably the hottest cop in Rockport, fresh out of the academy with tops marks at an unbelievably young age of 21. Her slim form and beautiful curvature had captured the interest (and fantasies) of many new recruits and veterans alike. Even after turning down all offers of romantic interest, Mia was still very much a wanted women. She headed out the door to her car. It was half past eleven and she was looking forward to a shower and some sleep before the morning call.

Mia’s car was parked a short way from the station, through the alley and past the park near the safe house where the two dozen cars of his had been stored. She deliberately parks her car, a Lamborghini Murciélago, courtesy of the driver who used it to oust Razor in the final bought of street rampage, away from line of sight of the station because Cross would only give her more hell on how she was setting a bad example for all the city, one of her stature rolling around in such glamorous hardware.

Mia was off in her train of thoughts, and didn’t take notice of a few shadows that appeared behind her as she rounded the corner into the alley half a block from the station. Her mind were once again one the driver who had left town. Fantastical thoughts about what might’ve been had he somehow stayed in Rockport without Cross’s interdiction flashed across Mia’s mind, making herself blush. She was a virgin, as impossible as it seemed for someone with her figure and face. It was something that Mia definitely prided herself in. Mia was pulled out of her reverie by a cool, calculating voice, coming from in front of her

“Well well well, what have we here?” said the voice of Clarence Callahan, AKA Razor. Mia stopped dead in her tracks, doing a double take as she realized that Razor was flanked by his crony Toru Sato and fellow racer Ronnie. Mia’s brow furrowed as she realized that it was much too dark where she was for comfort.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Razor, how’s the rollin’ these days, eh? Not so hot after losing that GTR you cheated to get.” Mia retorted, not wanting to show signs of weakness.

“Well, I must admit that the loss was a major setback. But who knows, we hang around long enough maybe the shops will let up, then Cross will have it coming. Meanwhile, I think you, me and my buddies should have a nice long chat” Razor said, taking a step towards Mia, Toru and Ronnie doing likewise, the three of them taking up the alley, blocking her way to her car. Mia hesitated, her cop training fighting to override the growing sense of dread that suddenly seemed to erupt within her. She started to back off before realizing that there were people behind her too, barricading the entrance to the alley from where she had come from. She stole a glance over her shoulder to see that it was the Kaze chick, alongside the burly Earl, the shorter Sonny and two other blacklist drivers that the dark didn’t allow Mia to distinguish.

“What do you want?” Mia said, trying to keep her voice calm. She realized that the racers must have had this in planning, observed when and how she left the station for her car.

“Well, it’s kinda hard to say. Personally I think we’d all would like to ask you for our cars back…but Cross would be the one to ask for that, so I guess that’s out of the question. Who would’ve thunk it tho, a chick like you in the police, and we were all played the fools for it. Ms. Townsend, I’m gonna cut it to you short and sweet. I think a little payback is in store.” Said the former blacklist #1. With that the racers slowly closed that gap that separated them from Mia.

Mia panicked. The nearest racer was less than seven feet away, and the distance was slowly shrinking. She wished she had her gun with her, but realized that in her undercover work her gun was left in her desk drawer. Sonny made a start towards Mia, and her training took over. She spun around, drew back her foot, and planted a sidekick firmly into Sonny’s groin. He doubled over, clutching his injured jewels. Earl and two other racers immediately dashed forward, trying to take Mia by mob force. Mia knew that with her comparatively smaller frame she wouldn’t be able to incur enough damage to the black man, so she turned around and aimed for Razor, hoping to take him out. Razor, his cool lost, also launched himself at Mia, only to be rewarded with a knee to the face as Mia jumped and brought up her right knee. Before she could land though something caught her leg and she stumbled, landing in a heap on the ground. Trying to rolling out of the way and onto her feet, Mia’s back bumped into another body, who lost no time in encircling her waist with his arms, trying to trap her. Mia dug her elbow forcefully into her assailant’s side, while kicking out at another approaching attacker, and was rewarded with two grunts of pain. The arms loosened and Mia sprang to her feet, and raised her head to meet the full force of a right hook, which sent her sprawling yet again. Before she could recover Earl had closed the gap between them, grabbed Mia from behind and placed her in an ironclad headlock. Toru moved towards Mia, but she brought up a free leg and kicked him the chest, boosting him back into another racer. She tried to get out of the headlock, but Earl’s grip was too strong. Two of the racers grabbed Mia’s legs and held them down. Terror gripped Mia, and she started to scream only to have a hand clamp down on her mouth.

“Someone gag that bitch” came the voice of Razor, now sporting a bloody nose. The hand momentarily let go of Mia’s orifice, but as soon as she opener mouth to scream something round was stuffed into it, subsequently fastened by straps around her head.

A ball gag, they’ve used a ball gag on me! Mia thought. Before she could do anything else, a prick to the side of her neck was felt, and the world started to grow hazy. A few more seconds of futile struggling, and Mia Townshend succumbed to darkness.