Out of growing anxiety she bolted away from his grip, only making it to an empty storage room instead of the exit she was aiming for.
Her face was shoved into the cold metal as she felt him pin her to the wall. A pair of handcuffs were strapped onto her wrists and he pushed her past the door.
The lone wanderer looked around the room in a hurry, still unsure of why she was here and not the security quarters or in the river like he threatened. That same fearful sensation rose again when she saw him lock the door behind him before stalking closer. A hand closed into a fist on the back of her head, dragging her by the hair to the nearby table.
She was shoved onto her back, her cuffed hands securely pinned beneath her own body. The security chief began unzipping her merc outfit, tearing apart any fabric tin enough to do so. It wasn't until he yanked her skirt off that she realized the level of her situation.
She struggled to get herself up as he tore away her underwear. As soon as she lifted her upper body off the table, a firm hand on her now exposed chest shoved her back down.
"Stop! Please. Let me go!" She cried and screamed and shouted as high as her octaves would allow, but nothing happened. As if the busy hallways and occupied rooms were all vacant. Here she was, alone with the man she trusted, attacking her.
He pressed himself flush against her, lips pressed firmly on her jugular. She tried again to move away, only to give up with an audible cry when Harkness rolled his hips into hers. He moved move her body, caressing and lasciviously groping her chest. Tears sprung from her eyes as his fingers began to touch her sex.
"Please stop. It won't happen aga-" Her plea was cut off with a small scream when he bit down on her nipple.
His wandering fingers plunged into her entrance, pumping into her with deliberate force, pressing against the thin barrier of her chastity. He flicked his thumb over her swollen nub, forcing moans out of her sore throat. The lone wanderer began trying to leave again, thrashing against the desk until her shoulder were almost pulled from their sockets.
Harkness removed his fingers from her, using them to remove his own clothing. Each unlatch of a buckle or sound of a zipper being opened made her chest hurt. She just laid there waiting for inevitable to happen with tears marring her face. "Don't!"
With a grunt he entered her, pulling out and thrusting back in with force that shook her whole body. She screamed and kicked at the intrusion but to no suffice. Her inner muscles struggled to accommodate his girth, only serving to cling onto him and cause more pain.
Reboot My Mechanical Heart Pt. 2/?
Her face was shoved into the cold metal as she felt him pin her to the wall. A pair of handcuffs were strapped onto her wrists and he pushed her past the door.
The lone wanderer looked around the room in a hurry, still unsure of why she was here and not the security quarters or in the river like he threatened. That same fearful sensation rose again when she saw him lock the door behind him before stalking closer. A hand closed into a fist on the back of her head, dragging her by the hair to the nearby table.
She was shoved onto her back, her cuffed hands securely pinned beneath her own body. The security chief began unzipping her merc outfit, tearing apart any fabric tin enough to do so. It wasn't until he yanked her skirt off that she realized the level of her situation.
She struggled to get herself up as he tore away her underwear. As soon as she lifted her upper body off the table, a firm hand on her now exposed chest shoved her back down.
"Stop! Please. Let me go!" She cried and screamed and shouted as high as her octaves would allow, but nothing happened. As if the busy hallways and occupied rooms were all vacant. Here she was, alone with the man she trusted, attacking her.
He pressed himself flush against her, lips pressed firmly on her jugular. She tried again to move away, only to give up with an audible cry when Harkness rolled his hips into hers. He moved move her body, caressing and lasciviously groping her chest. Tears sprung from her eyes as his fingers began to touch her sex.
"Please stop. It won't happen aga-" Her plea was cut off with a small scream when he bit down on her nipple.
His wandering fingers plunged into her entrance, pumping into her with deliberate force, pressing against the thin barrier of her chastity. He flicked his thumb over her swollen nub, forcing moans out of her sore throat. The lone wanderer began trying to leave again, thrashing against the desk until her shoulder were almost pulled from their sockets.
Harkness removed his fingers from her, using them to remove his own clothing. Each unlatch of a buckle or sound of a zipper being opened made her chest hurt. She just laid there waiting for inevitable to happen with tears marring her face. "Don't!"
With a grunt he entered her, pulling out and thrusting back in with force that shook her whole body. She screamed and kicked at the intrusion but to no suffice. Her inner muscles struggled to accommodate his girth, only serving to cling onto him and cause more pain.