Kisuya was quietly enjoying her small journey from where she stood, all the way to his feet. Her tits moved well when she had to walk on all her four, and that had been exactly the display he'd been hoping for. Proud cop having to moved over the floor like an animal. He licked his lips, reveling in her fall from grace. It'd be all of it, she thought, but she'd be wrong. He eyes were beautiful in their short rebellion, and then deep submission. No spoken protests. Officer Kate was settling into her new role.<br/><br/>When she obediently lowered her head, his cock stiffened in the expensive pants. Her raised ass, still clad, and her tongue dragging against the crusted blood on the leather toes, it was quite a sight. And she did it while discovering herself in a way his whores couldn't. "Wow, slow down." he teased about her tongue's eager. "Haven't you eaten today?" the men laughed, louder than the joke was funny, to add to her humiliation. It was all they could do to interact with the beautiful victim, since she belonged to their leader.<br/><br/>They were all surprised when she moved back to peel off her last article, since he'd not stressed that she had to. It looked a lot like her own impulse, which was daunting to the men. Kisuya picked them up once she'd put them aside, and rolled them between his fingers when she collapsed. He looked around at the others, who seemed intent on a continued show. Kisuya didn't mind but then looked down at the lacy bundle in his grip. He'd felt something hard.<br/><br/>After discovering the delicate device, he grinned and pinched it between four fingers, bending until he heard a crack. It's shape remained mostly as it had been when he let go, only now it would be completely useless, whatever its purpose had been. He threw the flimsy cloth onto her pile of clothing. It made him more aware of this officer's cunning, and he stood over her crumpled form.<br/><br/>Standing, he'd appear as an even greater threat than before, given that she'd sunken even lower. He scooped her shoulder with his newly cleaned shoe to flip her small body onto her back. Since she'd passed out from the punch, finally, she wouldn't mind if he had a feel. He laid her out flat, and the other men were envious when they watched him stroke and feel her body, a shadow of a bruise forming high on her stomach. He poked that too, and then discovered the small thing taped underneath her tit. He did the same with that, pinching it until it broke, but not removing it.<br/><br/>When she woke up again, she'd still be nude, but she'd be sitting in his lap, facing him, legs parted around him. "You kinda dozed off, there." he said and suddenly her gun was to her temple. He stroked the mouth of it over her forehead and down her nose, like it was a very tender kind of caress. He enjoyed seeing her like this. She needed to break a little more before he could think about letting her go. His cock was filled with admiration for her degradation, and she'd be able to feel it at this distance.<br/><br/>He let the mouth of the barrel eat her nipple as he shoved the pipe into her breast. "Got any more tricks to make me like and trust you, Katie?" he asked, other hand tapping her cheek twice, the last one rather hard. "I feel like we could be on really good terms, or you could really disappoint me, right now." the superior limb flexed under her, as though it was trying to lift her off his lap.<br/><br/>Her own initiative was important for the breaking of her independence. He'd not exactly given her instructions, but the position she'd been put in, and the theme of her initiation so far should tell even her stressed mind what he wanted from her, and the gun suckling from her tit should tell her the price for disobedience.