Duncan screamed in agony as the brands were applied to his face, but part of him hoped the searing pain meant they weren't going to kill him. They ripped open his shirt and were about to brand his chest when they were interrupted.
"What do you think you're doing?" A female voice asked the men holding down and branding Duncan.
"Teaching this little street rat a lesson." One of the men replied. "We caught trying to steal from us. Once we're done with him, people will know what the Midgar Tongs do to thieves."
"Let him up." The woman commanded them as she approached the table. When Duncan sat up on the table, she stared at the still slightly smoking burn marks next to his eyes, then her eyes roamed all over his body. "How old are you?" she asked him.
"Old enough." Duncan tried to act braver than his fourteen year-old self felt, distracted by the realization that she was standing between his legs as they hung over the side of the table. She seemed older than him, but not by much. And she was pretty, but there was something in her green eyes, or more specifically, not in her eyes that he found disturbing.
"Can we finish now?" One of the men interrupted. "He doesn't need all his fingers, you know."
"We might have use for someone who has the balls to try and steal from us. Leave us." she ordered the men, who stayed where they stood until she turned her head slowly to look at them, and they blanched and left. "By the way, my name is Fiona Campbell, what's yours?" she asked Duncan as she put her hands on his thighs.
"Duncan Sinclair." he admitted after she gave him a look that chilled him.
Fiona smiled. "I knew you had to be Scottish. That's why I called off the dogs, they're only the hired hands, so to speak. Would you mind joining us?" she asked as she lifted up one of her hands to stroke his red hair, then caressed his cheek, moving her hand down to his chest. "We could use a real Scotsman in our midst."
"Do I have a choice?" Duncan asked, confused as to what she was doing. No girl had ever touched him like this before, though Fiona was obviously no girl, if she was in charge of this gang.
"Oh, of course you do, Duncan. It's just a question of how many fingers you think you'll need." Fiona smiled again, but now there something ugly to it.
"Why'd you spare me, then?" Duncan asked.
"It's not just the Tongs who need a real Scotsman in their midst, I do too." Fiona kissed him expertly while she unzipped his ratty jeans, and Duncan froze when he felt his body respond to the unfamiliar stimulation. "You've never done this before." She guessed correctly, pausing as she felt him tense up. "Well, at least I can teach you how to do things right, Mr. Old Enough."
Duncan was conflicted, part of him felt uncomfortable with Fiona, but he also wanted to experience sex. She undressed them both, and Duncan laid back down on the table at her command. Fiona lightly fingered him until he hardened, then she mounted him, and a cross between a sign and a groan escaped Duncan's lips as he found himself inside a woman for the first time. Fiona rode him until they both cried out. Duncan realized he was panting from the overwhelming experience of his first orgasm. Fiona smiled again as she caressed his chest.
"Now you're ready to be one of us, aren't you?" she asked, and Duncan nodded. "I'll have Gavin teach you our ways. But I get to teach you my ways, understand?" Fiona ran her fingers roughly over Duncan's brands, smiling as he flinched from the pressure on his still tender skin.
Duncan had a strong suspicion that he had just gotten in over his head, all because he tried to steal the wrong wallet to buy some food. In the two years he had been on the streets, not wanting to rely on someone again who could leave him like his parents did when they died in a train wreck, he had a few close calls, having found it necessary to steal in his new hand-to-mouth existence, but nothing as bad as this. For all Fiona seemed to act like the Tongs were one big happy family, he had heard enough rumours, supported by his own experience, that his luck had finally run out and he was firmly on his way to damnation as she took his hands and put them on her breasts.