His strength is infuriating, swinging poor Kate around like a rag doll. Her gymnastic body is twisted luridly around him. She's pulled into a near split over his crotch and before she can respond (as if there's much of anything she can do), her wrists are twisted painfully upward, held together, voluptuous tits sent bouncing forward as he lifts her up in the air. His breath fogs the face of her helmet as she's left dangling freely before him. His cock presses against the tight fabric of her suit, leaving her sex poised against the pressure of the tip. "You think I care about their approval?" Behind the mask, she sneers. And then she's tossed away. Her apple of an ass goes skidding across the cement of the rooftop.

For a moment, she's left rubbing her sore wrists, but slowly, she regains her composure. He went inside the warehouse. She knows that much. On her communicator, no response comes through, dead silence, someone playing hookie on the other end of the line or else they've been authorized to leave her stranded in the field. She growls, hops the fire escape, and proceeds into the warehouse.

Dark place it was. Even though it was 'daylight', the rooms inside the building did not have many windows, unlike the main area where most of the stock was in which had a few windows near the high ceiling that illuminated the place to some extent. The boxes almost reached the windows and the machinery was big enough for Rahs to hide behind them.

And so he did. Before the masked sniper entered, Rahs managed to move a large machine probably used in the manufacture of robots beside a stocked pile of metal boxes and hid behind them. With a sigh, the mercenary waited until Kate walked past him, and then he would leap over the machine, and disarm the knife first and then the gun. He almost couldn't wait for it.

She's not sure why she does it. She's outmatched, outgunned, and without backup. The mission is outside her specialization and inspired little interest in her from the start. Maybe it's her pride, maybe her baby ruined on the street outside, but she slips into the warehouse, and she's got blood on her mind. It's dark in here, the warehouse dusty and decrepit. Rain slicks the floor in places through broken windows as she cautiously creeps through the vaulted, open room of the warehouse. Her gun and knife are temporarily holstered and sheathed as she takes off the helmet.

And then, gun and knife back in hand. Broken glass crunches underneath her heavy boots, her voice raised to echo through the enormous warehouse. "Look, I don't want to be here and I'm sure you don't want to be hunted. So why don't you slip out the back door, go back to having a drink, and I can get to work on fixing up my bike." Still, that incessant blinking of the tracer in her holo-visor. She grits her teeth, gun sweeping the premises as she warily continues further into the building. Enormous machinery looms around here, claustrophobic.

She walked slowly through the warehouse. It was a noise that if he didn't know that it came from an agent and he was expecting her from the start, it would have fit the dark building for a horror movie for the mercenary. But he waited patiently, not moving a muscle, crouching behind the large machine hearing how the glass cracked beneath her and the distinguishable sound of her weapons being sheathed. He heard the removal of her helmet and was curious to see her face, but then she took her weapons again and continued.

His breathing was very slow, but almost stopped when Kate talked. She was just behind him, and it wasn't an effect caused by the echo. She was standing right behind him, separated only by the machine. His whole body froze and that included his heart skipping a beat. For a second, the mercenary thought she had found him, but as she kept talking, her voice moved away, and he relaxed, making some water from the rain on his body fall. "So you won't attack if you see me?" Rahs said, his cold voice echoing as well, as he quickly stood up, and slightly jumping backwards, he put his hands on the machine behind him, arching his back and making his tall body go over the machine. As if the circus trick was no sweat, he landed on his feet and looked at his right, the agent clearly visible.

Her senses aren't as honed as him. She's certainly no warrior after all. But eyes tensely comb over the shadowy, bleak surroundings. He's hiding in the machinery. She knows that much. As he starts talking, her body tenses, honing in on his voice, the subtle sounds of his scuttling in the darkness. Christ. What's she doing? He's already proven her weapons aren't any good against him. She's just about ready to call this off and go home, but she's starting to get the disturbing impression she's walked right into the lion's den. "That's exactly what I'm saying. Sure, you're a monster. Hell, I've seen the disturbing shit you did to those poor girls. But, fella, there's a lot of those out there. That doesn't make you my problem, does it? I just want to get home, take a nice, warm shower, and get back to my garage."

He's behind her... He senses that. Her body is poised to turn and fire. But for the moment, she stands stock still, waiting for her opportunity.

"I believe I've become your problem the moment you were assigned to capture or kill me..."

Rahs could feel very well her desperation and thoughts in that kind of situation. He could tell she was not really meant to be a fighter like him, but she had after all engaged him and he couldn't just let her go after all she did... Which was killing an alien he practically didn't know and shooting him. "Doesn't the ADD punish agents that fail their missions?"

Before she had time to make up her mind, the mercenary already sent two tentacles that lashed her pistol and knife away, the one that did so with the energy blade though ended up sliced so it got disposed of by him, cutting it off his skin. Her weapons got lost in the darkness, just like she was, with a tall, muscular and horny alien that wasn't gonna let her leave. As his tendrils did their work disarming her, he used the chance to take off his armor and cloak, and then ran towards her. There was not much she could do as he took one of her arms and put it on her back, the tentacle that still lingered in the air grabbing her other arm and then tied itself around the two, leaving her unable to do anything with them.

She lets out a hiss as the weapons are wrenched from her grip in two quick twists. She doesn't turn to look, she just bolts: heavy-soled boots hitting the dirt-packed floor like she's running a 400M with her, well, her life at stake. Not that it does her much good. Before she even catches her second pace, the tentacles are back on her, twisting her painfully off balance, mid-step, knee twisting painfully beneath her as the tentacle snaps her back by the arm, whole body flailing backward, smooth leather doll. She shifts balance to her right leg as the second is reeling in, snapping wrists together at the curve of her ample rear, palms wound together by thick tentacle. Round tits jut forward deliciously, smooth outline in black leather.

Her voice is raspy but sharply defiant still, her chin glancing furtively over her shoulder as she hears him close in on her. "The ADD punishes for a lot of things..."

Kate seemed ready to run for her life, starting immediately after her weapons were taken away from her. But even if she had nothing but her skintight suit and her boots, she wasn't able to outrun the alien and his tentacles, that quickly wrapped themselves around her wrists and pulled her back forcefully. She certainly felt the pain of the sudden pull, and she had to change her support to her other leg.

In that moment, Rahs grabbed her arm, firmly holding her close and with no chance of running again, his grip probably tightening a bit too hard. "Now now, you can't just try to kill me and expect to get away so easily..." The mercenary said, leaning close to her ear so she could feel the warm breath and the cold metal of his mask. He looked at the agent once more, noticing perfectly the round arse and how her hands were being held just above the curve of it. Since the tentacles held her arms firmly, he could use one of his hands to grope her rear while the other traveled to her stomach and went upwards, cupping one of her voluptuous breasts and squeezing the soft flesh wrapped in the suit. "I'm sure they do... But maybe they can be more lax if they find you here, having failed your mission horribly instead of simply walking back with your tail between your legs," he added, his cock erect enough so it could touch Kate's thigh.

Hot breath tickles soft skin but she refuses to flinch. Her face remains forward, chin tipped up as eyes tightly scan the warehouse in front of her. Rain puddles in drips at her toes, water sluicing off the curve of black boot. The trick is to remain calm, reserve your energy. You're restrained now but be smart, study your surroundings, and wait for him to make an opening. She can feel him flush behind her, hands pulled behind her, palms left flat against the steel hardness of his abdomen. She restrains a gasp and despite that urge to kick or bite she forces herself from turning her head back to him. Slick suit clings molded to sumptuous flesh and she jumps instinctively as his firm hand wanders her rear, sending round globes bouncing even as he reaches, squeezing her breast like testing a melon for ripeness.

"Aren't you a gentleman?" Her voice is a growl punctuated with faint tremor. "I'd be more worried about what's already between my legs." She hisses. She can feel his warm, thick shaft pressing incessantly against the inside of her thigh.

Rahs smiles, the expression hidden by the mask but still there nonetheless. He notices she remains calm, or at least tries to, and keeps her face looking forwards, as if trying to study the warehouse very carefully. The old and damaged ceiling lets some rain drops trickle down through a gap and it falls on her boot, pooling slowly at her feet. She doesn't only feel the hardness of his abdomen but also the one from his massive phallus, pressing against her thigh and pushing forward.

"Haha, I guess that's the least you could do, since they don't give a damn about it," the mercenary replied to the agent in his grasp. His other hand joined the first one and grabbed Kate's other mound, squeezing both of them, enjoying their softness even through her suit's fabric. It will have to be disposed of, naturally. His throbbing member made its way between the agent's legs, right beneath her firm, round ass and through her slightly parted legs, until his abdomen bumped against her back, squeezing her hands in the middle. A cold breeze did not last long as one of his hands traveled to her neck, preparing to rip apart the suit with his immense strength and to leave Kate with nothing to cover her body.

Despite herself, she trembles like a leaf in the wind. He elicits a gasp as he sidles in on her, palms pinched flat against his rock hard abdomen. He's much taller than her and the thrust of her cock forces her to tip-toes, the girth of it spreading her legs slowly wider as she's forced to straddle the rod, bunching smooth leather into a camel toe, the neat line of her sex perfectly sketched in the dark fabric, round ass a tantalizingly hot swell against his hips. Nipples stand at attention as he roughly manhandles them, her body drawing tense as his claws climb upward, every inch of smoothly defined muscle visible in the tight body suit, trembling, terrified, anticipatory.

"I'd run if I were you." Her voice quivers. "You must know the cavalry is coming..."

"Oh please. They've never come here even for a group of slavers. There's no way they'll come to rescue a single agent and to 'talk' with an alien."

Rahs was obviously very confident of his belief in the Directorate's actions, and they were well founded. The ADD wasn't known for meddling in the remote and very dangerous parts of the galaxy, except for very important persons that needed to be reminded they were doing wrong. That's why the skilled mercenary thought that the all-female force would not go to his location, not at least until they were worried for her dear life.

That's why Rahs quickly discards the thought of the ADD coming and quickly enjoys again the moment with the captured agent. He could feel perfectly how her body moved under his grasp, reacting to every motion he made. Every sound coming from her is like music to his ears, further increasing the satisfaction he felt from just preparing to take her. The mercenary liked how she had to straddle his member, bringing herself to the tip of her toes as it pushed forward.

Her thighs and nethers could feel perfectly the girth and pulsing of his cock, of his anticipation to thrust into her until he was completely satisfied. And there was nothing she could do about it. His fingers tease her erect nipples lightly before going to her neck and squeezing his digits between her soft skin and her suit. Slowly, he began to pull to opposite directions, his hands beginning to tear the suit apart like if it were just a piece of paper. The leather makes the weird noise of it being stretched too far and gives in to the pressure. Slowly, her skin is being revealed. First her neck entirely, then her cleavage until her belly button.

But holding the urge to grope her wonderful mounds, he kept the suit like that, her nipples still covered by the leather. What he did next, instead, was to grip the suit with his hands and pull up, not only increasing the camel toe she had due his cock between her legs, but further increasing the pressure in her lower lips, trying to spread them with the damaged suit.

"Please. If my presence here tells you anything, it's that the ADD wants to do a little more than 'talk' with you." Eyes sink narrow. "And if it weren't for your magic tricks, your head would already be a chunk of pulp." Half-truths of course. She knows to never underestimate the resources of her superior officers. Just as important, she knows to never underestimate their sadism. She hasn't quite figured out their agenda, but she's confident they never expected her to actually kill the target. Regardless, she has little time to ponder the thought right now. Her heart pumps in her chest, the warm, thick shaft she's straddling so much like the motors she so eagerly wraps her thighs around.

To her displeasure, a squeal escapes her throat as he tears at the bodysuit, the powerful force of his claws ripping it apart smoothly, like it was tissue paper, until a tantalizing flash of tanned flesh is exposed; elongated V revealing inches of tight belly, the integrity of her breasts tenuous, as the rip exposes her warm, soft mounds, flash of pink areola as she squirms atop him, tits threatening to burst free fom their liberated cage.

Until, unceremoniously, the suit is jerked upward, bunching under breasts as he molds it tightly to her nethers, round ass in perfect silhouette, the leather climbing between her legs, splitting pink lips until they're spread open over his thick cock, sex open and flush with his member as she struggles, forcing lips wider, leather climbing higher, the girth of his shaft sliding along her open slit.

"I'm well aware than when the Directorate wants to 'talk', it usually means more than that. Come on, they were brave enough to send an agent... But to send backup immediately?"

Rahs was still firm in his belief that the ADD was lazy, something that became stronger every time they failed to capture him, always resulting in him taking an agent and leaving them behind like a thank you note for them. However, to get too overconfident never does any good at the end.

The mercenary could feel perfectly her firm thighs around his large cock, and loved every moment of it. Her legs were firm and toned due the strength needed to ride such an incredible ride like hers, making him wish to feel her riding his member like her own bike. But there was no need to hurry, he would take her completely after all.

Her squeal causes a grin on his face, but the mask never reveals a glimpse of his expressions. He looks down at her body, enjoying the perfect view of her tanned skin being revealed slowly and staring at the soft mounds on her chest and the valley between them. Her areolae get a peek of the warehouse as her voluptuous breasts are seeking to break free from their prison. Since it contrasts with the cold air in the warehouse, Rahs can even feel the heat coming from her that escapes thanks to the damaged suit.

The wanted syrictae feels how his pull of the suit forces Kate to struggle to remain tip-toeing until no matter how much she tries, the leather inevitably spreads her nether lips over his thick cock. He enjoys the struggles of her body, and resume the attention to her breasts, his hands press on the pair of soft orbs while still holding the suit. His large hands rub over her chest, making the leather rub her slit as it moves slightly. Her completely open sex, only covered by by bodysuit, is further stimulated by his warm cock. Rahs moved back slightly, staring down to see her perfectly round ass being wrapped by the suit perfectly, making his member move backwards until his tip presses against her exposed sex. But he decides to see if the agent reacts, moving forward again, the large phallus feeling the firm thighs wrap around it and rubbing her nethers. "Come on, moan for me," he says, his face getting closer to her neck, making her skin feel the coldness of the mask but also the warmth of his breath.

She gasps as strong hands mangle her soft mounds, chin tipped up proudly. Knees tremble, forced into pose, like a show horse under inspection, knowing if she slips she'll be impaled on that thick member, even as she feels her legs ging weak. But it's difficult. The bodysuit slips and slides over her erogenous zones like a second skin; brushing roughly over swollen nipples while climbing between her legs in unison, snatch spread wide, slick despite herself, open lips brushing flush leather, his mushroom tip pressing insistently at her opening through the fabric, tenting leather deeper inside of her. Hot breath tickles at her neck, counterpoint to the dismal cold of the warehouse. Her body seems ready to bust out of the tattered suit.

"Eat shit and die..." she growls, in response.