She needs some help

Valerie's entire body was shaking. She knew what needed to be done, but her hands seemed glued to her body. "I-I can't do it.", she stammered, lowering her gaze.

"Do you need help?", asked Hawk. He came close, standing face to face with her. Their eyes met as their bodies touched. One of his his hands rested on her waist, as another lifted her chin to look up at him. The implication of his words became clear to her.

Both of them were in the middle of a mission, surrounded by hostiles. She realized that there was nowhere for her to run or hide from him. Her humiliation was inevitable. Once more, she found herself accepting it and surrendering to him.

"Do it.", she replied, her voice barely a whisper. "Strip me."

She tilted her head, offering the suit's clasp to him. He moved to grab it, but stopped as a smile appeared on his face. Confused, she looked at him.

"I've got an idea...", he said, his voice trailing off as his hands moved towards her shoulders.

Her heart raced - what was he planning?

He ran a finger along her boobs, as if evaluating the strength of the material. He pinched her left nipple, and she bit her lip to hold the moan that left her mouth. His hand came away with a chunk of her suit covering her left boob.

He did the same with her right nipple, this time playing with it a little longer. She let out a gasp, as she felt a tingling between her legs. Desire was building up in her body.

He began breaking off pieces from her suit from strategic locations. Each piece he broke off brought her closer and closer to total humiliation - and at the same time, the heat within her body would grow with every piece that fell. She stood still, breathing shallow as he exposed her body methodically, like a sculptor putting finishing touches on a statue.

After a few minutes, he stepped away, looking satisfied. What was he planning? Her mind began to race with fantasies of what he would do to her.

She held her breath as he moved behind her. She tried to turn her head, but stopped as she felt her entire suit wanting to slide off her. She lost sight of him, standing helplessly at his mercy.

Suddenly, she felt his hand smack her ass with ****. She yelped in surprise, her whole body quivering as a response to his blow. A large chunk of her suit fell off her body, crashing to the ground.

The sting from the first blow hadn't left when he grabbed her waist and bent her over. He spanked her a few times, alternating between her ass cheeks. With each blow, more of her suit would fall off - until finally, only a single piece remained, hanging precariously from the clasp on her neck. She tensed in anticipation of his final blow.

His hand landed, this time more between her legs than on her cheeks. His fingers grazed her sensitive areas, and she let out a large moan. What was left of her suit fell to the ground. The only sign of her ever having worn it at all was the clasp around her neck, which now looked more like a collar.

He walked around her, inspecting his naked prize. She whimpered as he grabbed her collar, her eyes begging him to take her in any way he wanted.