Hunk’s posture goes slack before speaking.

“Alright, proceed to the deep cavity search.”

“Wait, what??”

The goon sets off to work at his boss's command amidst Clair's desperate protests.

"Y-you already took my clothes! What more do you want-"

"I did say 'no sass', right? Don’t do it again."

She protests physically, but is quick to stop as she is easily overpowered by cold gloved hands.

Claire gets shoved to the ground with ease, and she squirms as the icy ground embraces her skin. Her breathing quickens as her mind races to think what might happen next.

A muffled chuckle creeps out of the henchman's armor the same way his hand creeps up Claire's legs, giving appreciative squeezes up the trail of her soft calves and thighs. His fabric digits then find their way into the crevice of her ass and rest against her delicate parts, tracing the shape of her lower lips over and over. To his surprise, a finger slips into her walls and he calls out to his superior.

"Hey hunk! You're not gonna believe this! Looks like she was hiding a weapon after all! Some bomb ass pussy!"

Hunk makes an invisible squint through his glaring red goggles. A moment of silence passes until the goon jostles his rifle over from his side to his front. He aims the tip of the barrel, and, with the ease of putting a pizza in a brick oven, slides his rifle into Claire's depths. Her pussy makes a sweet squelch as it accepts the bare metal, clenching up as it contacts the cold surface. She gasps for air, unfamiliar with the shape and sensation inside her. She reaches for her nethers, unsure if she wants it in or out. The goon however, sees this and siezes her hands, pinning them behind her.

"Up-up-up- not so fast sweetie. Were you just reaching for my weapon?"

Hunk perks up, his form coming to life at the sound of his subordinate. He responds to him.

"That's grounds for a restrained cavity search. Better hold her mighty still for this."

He lurches forward onto the ground, one hand outstretched to grab Claire's hair. With the other, he lowers his rifle into her mouth, as her face contorts in fear. Her protests become gargled vocalizations as the metal scrapes past her teeth and into her soft fleshy throat.

"Any use of force of any kind and I will pull this trigger, am I clear?"