Her suit is destroyed

The devil advanced upon Dana, his curious gaze aimed at her. Her suit was in disarray, sections of it no longer invisible. She looked on in horror as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small pocket knife.

"Interesting outfit you have there...". He advanced on her, and Dana realized his intentions.

He began at her feet, using his knife to rip apart the legs of her suit. He was surprisingly gentle, taking care to not hurt her with the sharp blade. Her moved the blade slowly and with purpose, almost sensually. Despite her precarious situation, Dana felt herself getting wet.

Next, he moved to her sides. Starting from her left wrist, he traced a quick line till her shoulders, completely separating the fabric. He finished one side, and moved behind her, no doubt to do the same thing on the other.

She felt a sharp slap on her butt, causing her to yelp. Worse, as his hand retreated, his fingers grazed her pussy ever so slightly, causing her to moan involuntarily. She felt herself growing red as she realized she had done this in full view of tens of guards.

He continued his work, separating errant sections of fabric from each other. Against her best judgement, Dana was getting aroused. Seeing her clothing get skinned off her, aided by the gentle knife traveling over her skin, made her mind go haywire. He was the hunter, she was the prey. Her breathing became more labored, and soon she could think of nothing else but her desire to be fucked.

He finally appeared in front of her, his expression triumphant. Dana sensed that the destruction of her suit was complete. Any slight movement by her made sections swing freely, and the whole thing could slide off her any moment. Only a single stretch of fabric from the collar on her neck to her cleavage held the whole thing together.

She felt his hand on her pussy. Dana started to whimper as he began a slowly rubbing motion. It was at this moment that the final bits of resistance, left her mind, replaced by primal desire.

"Please fuck me", she sputtered out, her voice hoarse.

His hand stopped, still in contact with the folds of her skin. He raised an eyebrow. "And?"

Dana had nothing left inside her. She had been dominated, bent to his will.

In defeat, she said, "I'm yours. Use me as you wish".