He doesn't listen

To her dismay, Hawk continued his work, tying her feet together once he finished with her hands. He didn't say anything in reply, avoiding looking at her directly.

"I'm sorry, Valerie.", he said. "I have ****."

He unsheathed the knife from the holster on her thigh. He brought it in between her breasts, and Valerie held her breath, praying he wouldn't do what she thought he was going to do.

"Please.", she begged, but to no avail. With a rapid flick, Hawk brought the sharp edge of the knife against the thin strap of fabric between her boobs. Already straining against her chest, the fabric was no match for the blade as it snapped, exposing her breasts. She felt tears beginning to form.

Hawk didn't stop. The knife went downward, until it rested between her crotch and the paper thin fabric of her panties. "Why?", was all she could ask, as tears began to fall from her eyes.

To her surprise, Hawk moved forward and kissed her with a fiery intensity. She was overwhelmed, the despair in her mind mixing with arousal to create a deadly cocktail of emotion. She lost herself in the kiss, surrendering herself to him. She shuddered as she felt two quick flicks of his knife. He had shredded the final item protecting her modesty.

He broke the kiss, peeling away the fabric from her body. She noticed that unlike her other garments, he put her destroyed panties in his pocket. That was his souvenir, a reminder of his victory over her.

He threw the knife on the ground, before unholstering her pistol and emptying it, throwing it away as well. Valerie realized there was no escape. She was naked and helpless, completely at Hawk's mercy. Resigned, she closed her eyes in defeat.

He lifted her up from the ground, slinging her body over his shoulder. Valerie shuddered as she felt his hand slip between her legs, holding her in place. One of his fingers rubbed ever so slightly against her pussy.

He began walking with her on his shoulder. Valerie didn't really think about where he was taking her, her mind focused on the finger. She began to rub herself on it, her desire for sweet release overwhelming thoughts of her upcoming humiliation.

She gasped as one of the fingers entered her. He had repositioned his hand right as she had thrust, and soon she was grinding against him, everything else forgotten. She lost track of time as she had an intense orgasm, waves of electricity circling through all of her body.

Valerie was still whimpering in the afterglow when she felt herself being set down on the ground.
"What do we have here?", she heard Anya say.