Even when being completely held by the mercenary, and even when her body is clearly reacting to what it is going through, Kate remains with her chin up proudly. He could feel her legs struggling to remain in their position, and her gasps feed the lust inside him, but still looks straight ahead as if ready to deal with what was coming. She even manages to say another provoking comment to Rahs as he leaned close to her neck.

In response to that, the mercenary suddenly pulls the suit with even more intensity, bringing the leather to the limit of its capabilities, and making the already damaged part continue downwards to her pubic area, the pressure of the leather opening her slick sex suddenly becoming stronger. The tip of his pulsing cock was now focused on rubbing her vulnerable slit, threatening to even pierce through the bodysuit.

"You will eventually," he says at last. His strong hands then spread wide the severed part of her suit and let her voluptuous and soft mounds to feel the warehouse's cold air on them. While one kept pulling the suit, one of his large hands quickly covered her right breast and squeezed it, feeling its weight in his palm and her skin against his own soft, yet scaly skin.

It's hard to focus with the attention he's lavishing on her body, head warm with creeping lust as he peels the suit from her body like the skin of a fruit, leather slipped past shoulders, exposing smooth arms, voluptous breasts springing free buoyantly, firm and soft in his grip, nipples at rapt attention, hard enough to cut glass in the cold air, spare, dark landing strip of pubic hair exposed as the torn front climbs lower. The flared tip of her cock massages her lips through the leather, slippery and slick, teasing her, expectant of that thrust she knows is coming. But diligent perception finally pays off as her eyes catch briefly on glimmering gunmetal, her piece, slid under a dusty and rotting pallet.

She moves swift, teasingly trailing the length of her slit against his rigid tip. For a moment, it seems she's going to thrust herself down onto the thick shaft but then she instead shifts backwards, sliding down its length until her perfect ass is perched on the base of his cock, head tilted upward to whisper in his ear. "You first." self-satisfied, strong thighs squeezing like a vise. He's rigid and thick, but there's enough give to plant her injured foot against the floor as she shifts her weight downward, wincing just briefly as she shifts her balance to the ground, strong leg kicking back, heel driving upward to connect between his legs behind her, hoping to use the momentum to propel herself away from him, stall him long enough to bridge that distance of a few feet between her and the gun.

Kate was an agent that Rahs immediately liked since the moment she shifted her body to pretend she was practically impale herself on his large throbbing cock and then shifted the member's position so she could plant her foot firmly, and push herself forward, towards the glittering light of her gun, diving her foot to the mercenary's groin to give herself even more chance to be successful.

Her actions took him by surprise, but his surprise and pain quickly turned to delight, a wider grin forming on his face as the tentacle started to lose its grip on her arms, leaving her capable of moving them again. She took her distance as she kept leaping forward, beauty stripped of her suit so everyone, or at least Rahs, could see. He winced slightly, but when he realized she was near her gun, he decided to laugh. It just felt too right. If she pretended to keep fighting, then he shall comply. He stood up straight after a few seconds, arms at his sides and bright blue eyes filled with lust and warrior instinct. He loved that resistance few agents showed to the very end. He shall break that and take her.

Feeling the steel toe of her boot connect is satisfying. A grin cracks her lips despite her predicament and she lurches forward, the sudden slack from the wrapped tentacle causing her to stumble onto hands and knees. But there's no time to pause. Sure, he's stunned now but that will soon turn to wrath. She scrambles across the floor like a dog, back exposed, round globes swaying beeneath her, bared tight slit exposed to the cold air. It's just a few feet and in a split second she's reaching underneath the pallet, fingers scrambling for metal, no time to look back, he'll be coming ay second. She twists onto her back, chest heaving in panic, firing blind in the direction of her assailant, squeezing shot after shot after shot.

Even in the dark warehouse, the mercenary's abilities allow him to see perfectly the agent's body, even without the need of his ability to detect the heat coming from her. He saw how she fell on the floor, and struggled to crawl forward, her tits rubbing the ground and swaying beneath when she reached beneath the pallet. Her sex exposed to the cold air and her arms still a bit sore from the tentacle's grip. That didn't stop her from rolling on her back and firing.

She shot blindly, not just because she didn't have time to waste aiming at him, but also because it was too dark to see clearly and even less so when someone tries to aim at the monster that will rape her. Rahs didn't even flinch as the bullets flew past him. After the first ones missed, a few others were lucky enough to be going at him. He was agile enough to dodge a bullet if prepared, but against the barrage of projectiles coming from her, he had to place a magnetic field around him to help him with the ones he couldn't dodge. He stomped his foot on the floor, the loud sound echoing around the warehouse, and he leaped forward. The mercenary ran towards her, and she could only see his displacement every time the sparks her gun sent with each shot revealed his position momentarily.

It didn't take long at all for him to get close enough that he had to focus on the field to stop the bullets, and to let a tentacle wrap itself around the weapon and pull away from her with all its strength. The projectiles that hovered around him were sent against the floor with almost the same speed as they were shot. They hit the floor next to Kate's still wet body, but she didn't need to take them as a warning from the mercenary. He was not angry per se for her resistance, quite on the contrary, but his reaction to a battle always made him appear like that. And she would feel only part of his 'wrath' due her valiant struggles. He reached down for her, his large hands gripping her shoulders and lifting her easily, and when he saw that there were some tables next to a wall behind her, he threw the poor agent at them, thinking that that could be enough to calm the sudden adrenaline running through his body. As her body fell on the tables, he retracted the tentacle and took her gun in his hand, and with help of the other, snapped the gun in two with his awesome strength, as he walked towards Kate.

The staccato of flying bullets drowns out the noise of the rain, the warehouse sinking into strobe photo-flashes as the intermittent muzzle flash becomes the only light in the building. Her aim falls in quick, trained marksman, but to her horror, he doesn't go down. She knew he controlled a magnetic field but she hoped... Well, she wished there was a limit to how much impact she could take. As his body approaches on her, she desperately starts to squirm away, but there's nowhere to go, and as she feels the hot lead of her bullets raining hard around her body, she freezes in place instead.

Before she even realizes what's happening, the gun is twisted out of her hand. She growls as he snaps it in half like a twig. Rahs towers over her. It's too dark to see him in detail but she can still make out his silhouette, the horific rigid shape of his eager cock. She lays beneath him, wet and shivering despite herself and when he lifts her by the shoulders, it's like lifting a ragdoll, her tattered suit, ripped by Rahs and scraped on the asphalt surface of the floor, exposes her body. For a moment, she is face-to-face with him. She tips her chin up and spits, a satisfying twist of lips as loogie hits square across his mask. "You're an honorless coward..." She sneers, but her words are cut off, eyes going wide as she's thrown forward. The table shudders beneath her as her body rebounds off the surface with painful force.

Her insult doesn't affect him at all, nor her spit that lands on his mask. Her suit is practically destroyed, barely keeping itself attached to her body. She's probably best described like an old and forgotten rag doll as she's flying through the air and lands on the tables. Unlike the toy, however, the poor agent feels the pain of landing on the table and rebounding, the rotting table almost falling apart right there.

His hand cleans the spit from the mask as his tall silhouette approaches the agent. Even when several feet away, a bunch of tentacles go forth to wrap around the agent's limbs and spread her on the table, arms above her head, exposing her orbs to the cold air, and her legs spread widely, leaving her pussy completely vulnerable as well. Rahs almost has pity on Kate for having such a fierce will but not capable of show it through a victory over him. As the mercenary stands next to the damaged table, his hand that cleaned the mask grasps her chin so she can look clearly at his eyes, and the other hand goes to one of her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh firmly before moving to the ripped suit.

The table cracks and splinters under the slight weight of her body, bared breasts jiggling from the impact, the tattered remains of her suit climbing between her legs. Her vision wavers dizzily, stunned, and as she tries to push herself groggily off of the table, the tentacles quickly put her into check, lashing arms over her head, soft orbs pulled forward, slender body stretched tense. Legs are spread wide, opening honeyed sex, labia spead open, clearly exposing her tight pink canal.

She trembles as he towers over her, her body fully exposed, open to him in every conceivable way, on the verge of broken. A moan escapes her lips, eyes squeezed shut, as his fingers groom over her sensitive nipples.

Her erect nipples are pinched, tweaked and teased mercilessly by his fingers while other hand grasps what can be called the rest of her damaged suit and pulled with great force, finishing what he started moments ago and leaving Kate with only her boots. The hand at her breasts leaves them temporarily to lift the agent's body so Rahs could discard the pieces of suit left between her and the table, and quickly resumed his teasing upon her nipples.

Meanwhile, another tentacle snaked its way around the table's legs and then over Kate's leg, caressing her thigh as the tip approached her exposed sex that was feeling the cold air of the warehouse. But soon, the tentacle would fix that.

She lets out a tortured groan as his fingers tweak and abuse her nipples, sending sparks of forced pleasure spiking through her body and with one quick yank she's stripped clean, tan body struggling on the rough, fractured table, squirming desperately in his grip but the tentacles offer no escape, breasts rising into his greedy fingers, thighs lunging against tentacles.

Eyes go wide at the feel of the tentacle, thick and hungry, climbing up her thigh, stroking soft flesh in a grotesque parody of intimacy. There's nothing she can do as it strokes over her pink folds, body reacting involuntarily, wet with juices already, body ready for his intrusion despite her mind screaming to stop. Boots kick wildly, shackled by strong tentacles.

The groan that came from Kate's mouth managed to get a smile on the mercenary's face, hidden of course by his mask. Her entire body was trying to move, but the tentacles held her very tight, only managing to push her voluptuous orbs more against his large hands that gladly kept kneading her soft flesh, tweaking the nipples and then making a motion as if to milk them, but returned to the tweaking, beginning the process all over again.

Her eyes went wide as the tentacled crawled up her leg, fearing the worst but the tendril kept going without having anything to be an obstacle to it. When the tip reaches her nether lips, it starts rubbing against them, her feet almost immediately trying to break free but to no avail. Her wet and aroused sex was waiting for the tendril, and before plunging in, it paid attention to the little, sensitive nub that was peeking out of its hiding place.

Her tense body thrashes in his grip as he tugs and teases at her nipples, firm orbs heaving as her tight-muscled body squirms beneath him. Quick heady breaths escape her mouth as she feels that tentacle massage over her lips. She tries to keep her voice calm as she growls into her internal communicator. "This is Captain Kate Mercury in distress. Get your lazy asses out he---aoooooh!" Humiliatingly, her voice fading into a moan as the textured tip of the tentacle rubs carefully over her exposed nub. She bucks against the splintered tabletop.

"Now now Kate, trying to call reinforcements? I'm afraid to say that it will be futile to bring more victims to this planet." The mercenary's voice was calm due his confidence in the 'protection' that the remote planet offered him and still firm in his belief that no agent gets close to the rainy world. Just to be safe, however, a tentacle quickly went for the agent's mouth as she moaned, trying to silence her for the time being.

The tip of the tendril had cut off her request for help, and it didn't stop its work on the sensitive nub, rolling its tip around the clit and drawing circles with it. But soon, it would stop just to finally spread her nether lips, slowly going to penetrate Kate as Rahs' fingers got hold of her nipples and let out an electric current that flowed directly to her luscious bust.

She gathers herself quickly. "Do you hear me, Command!? Get your lazy asses down here and--" Her voice fades to a delicious, muffled gag over the comms as the tentacle efficiently silences her, stuffing lips full with its girth, eyes dancing wide as it smothers the breath from her. Swiftly she feels it prodding at her throat, eager to drive deeper, even as its partner plays between her legs.

Reticent waves of pleasure climb between her thighs as the tentacle strokes at her clit, tempting her to ecstasy, sex like fire, and then with little warning, it plunges in, driving into her pink folds, unison with his fingers, cracking erotic electricity crackling across her chest and she bucks like a woman touched with an EKG, body rising off the table in an arch, healthy breasts bouncing, climbing into his greedy hands, a dribble of saliva trickling out her spread mouth, slathering down chin.

Kate managed to focus enough one more time, communicating with the Directorate and asking for help again, but being cut off by the quick tendril that slipped into her mouth. Her mouth was completely filled by the thick appendage, her lips closing around its girth and feeling how it slowly started to push forward, having accomplished its objective of silencing her now trying to go into her throat as if trying to fuck her mouth as well.

The slowly building pleasure she was feeling would change dramatically as the tendril between her legs gave a last flick at her clit only to plunge into her passage, spreading her pink folds and tight walls apart with a swift motion, its soft but scaly skin rubbing against her inner walls as it kept moving forward until it would fill her completely. At the same time, his eyes saw how her shoulders and feet barely held her weight as her back arched and her luscious orbs pressed against his hands as they let the current flow into her bosom. Every nerve in her chest and loins would start to feel pleased at the sensations even if she was being another agent that Rahs would rape. While still keeping the current flowing at her nipples, both tendrils started to pull back and thrust again, fucking her mouth and sex with an eagerness that slowly increased their pace and led them deeper.