Mako loved being on the hunt. He loved the thrill of it; the way it warmed his blood and quickened his breath. And dressed as he was in his Toa island garb, he liked the beads of sweat that rolled down his bare chest and the sway of his braided rope dress lightly brushing his exposed thighs and knees too. He liked the wind in his hair and the noise his bare feet made slapping against the ground as he rushed after his victims. He wanted them to hear him coming, wanted them to know true fear before he got his hook around them. His grip tightened eagerly on the leather handle of his beautiful instrument just thinking about it.
And mostly, he liked when his fleeing prey was nothing but a weak little woman, as his current one just so happened to be.
Mercy, he thought, grinning sadistically beneath his mask. There will be none of that for you. The doctor was so pristine, so angelic. Her eyes were a soft blue and her smile sickeningly sweet, and when he watched her healing and saving the lives of the opponent's team, he thought no one person could be more innocent and pure. That's what he liked about hunting her.
It was nearing dark when he'd cornered the doctor. Their opposed groups were clashing in battle, as was per usual. Widow and Reaper and Jamison. Those were his companions. And on the other side, the monkey and the annoying Brit and the old soldier… and her, of course. Mercy. She was soaring here and there keeping them all alive, but somehow, someway, he'd caught her alone. She was separated from the rest of them, almost certainly running off to their aid to warm them with her little benevolent healing stream. But Mako happened to be in the right place at the right time, and, unfortunately for the good doctor, stood between her and the rest of them, blocking her path.
Across the battlefield he could see the lines of startle etch across her pretty face. She gasped and clutched her staff to her chest, instinctively stepping back away from him. Mako grinned beneath his mask and threw his hook for her. The doctor, slim and nimble, managed to avoid it and slip down a nearby alley in retreat. Good girl, he thought, instantly giving chase. Make me work for it.
And she had. He'd chased her through buildings and down alleys and up hills and almost back in a complete circle before she'd tripped at the top of a flight of stairs leading into the abandoned confines of a second-story apartment building. Mercy looked back, and when she saw him bounding up the stairs after her, she'd crawled inside. Crawl like a dog. Mako liked the way she looked on her knees.
When he reached the top of the stairs and filled the doorway leading to the apartment's shadowed interior, she was still on the floor, staring up at him with those sweet azure eyes. Beneath his mask, he could hear his own breath scraping it's inner wall in blissful anticipation. He started swinging his hook in a circle beside his waist. He stepped closer.
"Please," Mercy said, raising a hand in surrender. Even begging she was beautiful, skin so soft, lips pink and supple as they pleaded.
"This will only hurt a little," Mako told her, another step closing the gap between them. His hook made swishing sounds as it cut the air beside him. Closer he drew, watching her fear grow, smiling all the while. He took aim.
Then, just when he thought the doctor was about to weep, she threw her head back instead and cupped her hands around her mouth. "Ana! Now!"
"What!?" Mako growled, but before he could do anything else, something pricked his neck. He threw up a hand furiously to swat whatever it was way. What he came up with was a small, sharp, dart. "Wha…" He muttered, but his muscles went lax instantly and his eyelids turned to steel. Then the ground rushed up to meet him. Faintly, he felt his belly flop against the concrete. He had just enough strength left to raise a hand in a confused rage for the doctor's foot, but his grasp came up empty as she pulled away from him and he fell face first to the floor. The dark hands of a deep sleep embraced him.
Time passed; how much, Mako couldn't even begin to guess. The steel that coated his eyelids had been lifted though, and slowly he made them come apart. He was groggy, disoriented. The whole world was teetering and dim at first till he shook his head and cleared the last residue of his forced nap's hangover. Surveying his surroundings, he saw was still in the empty apartment he'd chased the doctor into.
Then cold harsh realization hit him all at once. He was sitting in a chair, but he couldn't stand up; in fact, he couldn't move at all. His hands were pulled back around his sides as far as they could go, and each wrist was tightly cuffed with big leather pads that tethered them to one another. Thick ropes crossed securely across his bare chest and belly, biting their little teeth into his flesh so tight he could feel them burn if he squirmed. His leg were immobilized too, ankles tied tight to the chair legs, more restraints pinning his thighs down just above his knees. He writhed and rocked from side to side, but doing so hurt, and if nothing else, confirmed just how securely he'd been bound.
He couldn't shut his mouth entirely either, and their was a bit of dribble on his chin. He focused and felt ropes wedged firmly between his teeth as well, several coils wrapping his lower face gagging him. Talking was an impossibility. Mako could only grunt and grumble, the stale taste of old rope on his tongue. "Mmf grrnn mmnf…"
That bitch bound me up and put ropes in my mouth, Mako thought with a grimace, a cold hard rage rumbling up from the pit of his stomach as he roared into his gag. When he finished his fit, in the silence that followed he could hear the distant sounds of gunfire and shouts in the streets below. And the fight is still going on! That, somehow, equally frustrated him. He made himself ignore the burns of his rope and started struggling ferociously to escape his bondage. Every way he twisted and turned and jerked, though, his restraints only seemed to grow tighter around him. After nearly ten minutes of trying to escape, he gave up with an agitated growl. Where the ropes crossed his chest, red marks had formed and grew itchy and sensitive.
He sat panting and felt drool drip from his chin onto his chest. He couldn't swallow as well with his mouth forced open and stretched around the ropes, cauing him to drool like some animal, like some… Hog, he thought, clenching his fists. It was in that moment he became aware he'd been unmasked, too. She saw me without my mask on. That little skinny whore saw my face! He grunted and tried stomping his feet till he remembered they were bound to the chair legs. I'll kill her for this, he thought, frowning so deeply it hurt his brow. I swear I'll kill that woman for this.
But he didn't even see that woman for nearly another hour. He was forced to sit in the chair, drooling and brooding and hating in the day's last heat as sweat poured down his naked chest and night came, bringing graciously with it a nice cool breeze. When she finally appeared in the doorway, and even though he knew she wouldn't be able to understand him, Mako couldn't help himself but to roar threats at her from his gagged mouth and start thrashing in his restraints again.
"Quiet," she demanded sternly, the scared little innocent doctor completely gone, and a strong confident woman in her place. She stalked into the room with her chin held high and looked down her nose at him. "You just keep quiet."
Mako glared up at her seething, fists curling and uncurling behind his back, lips quivering anxiously around the ropes between them, desperate to shout at her but completely unable to.
"I've captured you," she explained, as if it needed explaining. Her eyes looked him over, long pretty lashes batting. "You are a cruel monster of a man, a killer, a psychopath, and now you've been captured." She stepped a bit closer so that her eyeline was well above his own and Mako had to look up to meet her harsh gaze. He hated how absolutely powerless he felt. "And besides Ana, no one knows I have you in captivity. No one in the whole world. How does that make you feel?"
He sneered around his gag and imagined how good it would feel to break free of the cuffs she put on him and wrap his meaty hands around her little frail neck.
Mercy grinned. "Good. I'm glad you're not thrilled with the situation. I want you to be mad. I want you to be seething. Because I'm not turning you in to Overwatch." Her grinned broadened. "And I'm not turning you in to the police." Broader still. "I'm not turning you in to anyone else's custody at all, in fact."
She won't kill me, Mako thought. She wants me to think she can, but she can't. Too soft a heart in her little measly chest. Empty threats. Bitch will learn what I do to people who make empty threats.
"No, you're not going anywhere. I'm going to keep you right here, tied up nice and tight just like you are."
Mako frowned. He wasn't even sure what she meant by that.
Mercy raised a finely shaped eyebrow. "What? Are you surprised? I don't mean to take your life if that's what you were thinking. I'm not some cruel killer like you… Mako."
Briefly, he thought, She knows my name?, before his rage returned to erode away all thought and replace it with a red sheet of violent fantasy.
"I'm a doctor. A good one with a good nature. That much is true. But, as I've said, you are a very bad man, Mako, and I worry that if I did turn you over to someone, you'd escape them and go back to your vicious killing sprees. The only way I can keep you under control is to keep you prisoner myself."
"Nhm hhnf," Mako grunted around his rope-gag with a shake of his head. The woman was making it sound as if she were enslaving him, and Mako Rutledge was no woman's slave. He thrashed against his restraints and grumbled. "Grf hnnh mmnf hrm!"
"Stop trying to talk," Mercy commanded. "Or I'll tie those ropes around your mouth tighter."
Mako shut up, but glared at her, hoping to convey every ounce of his apoplectic rage with his eyes alone.
"You're not going to speak, you're not going to move, you're not going to do anything at all. You're to sit still and keep quiet until I've decided what I want to do with you. You're to behave and obey me. Understood?"
How dare the whore ask me questions when I can't talk to answer them, he thought. Gag me and interrogate me? Idiot.
But Mercy's stern look was unwavering. "Do you understand me, Mako? Nod if you do."
There was no way in a cold hell Mako was nodding along and agreeing to that bullshit. He snorted derisively.
Mercy took a breath and raised her chin a bit higher. "You should know, if you don't comply and obey me, I am prepared to torture you."
"Hmf hmf hmf hmf hmf," Mako laughed around his gag. The sweet little blond doctor torture him? The mere concept was ridiculous.
Mercy nodded. "Yes, I thought you might respond that way. There are other ways to torture a man than pain, however." She stared at him a moment, smiling. "There's a bit more fighting to do. But when I return, rest assured, Mako… you're going to be a good boy for me." She sat on the edge of a desk slid up against the far wall, and took one of her boots off. She slipped a long sock from her foot before tucking it back in the boot. Then she moved behind him and used her sock to tie as a blindfold around Mako's eyes. Complete darkness enveloped him. "Don't go anywhere," she whispered beside him as she pulled his blindfold tight.
"Mmnf!" Mako grunted, shaking his head furiously to try and escape the blackness she'd force upon him. It held tight, and as he listened to her footsteps retreat and vanish, he was instantly filled with a fresh surge of fury. Of course, it was an entirely impotent fury as he could no longer move, talk, see or do much of anything beside loathe the woman who'd captured him and wait for her return.
Angela spent the rest of her day soaring across the battlefield. She enjoyed the rush of the wind in her hair much the way Mako did, but—of course—for very different reasons. She kept her team alive, healing them, sticking close to the front lines but far back enough to retreat when necessary. And she performed her duties well, though admittedly her mind was elsewhere. Specifically, on her waiting prisoner: bound, gagged, and tucked away in a place only Captain Amari and herself knew about.
It wasn't until the fighting had waned down and was nearly complete when Ana approached her. "Angela," she began, pulling Mercy aside by the elbow. "You fought well today."
"Thank you, Captain," she replied with a nod. "You as well. And, of course, you have my thanks again for helping me capture that monster."
"That monster is why I'm speaking with you. Angela, what exactly are you intending to do with him?"
Mercy took a breath. "I haven't decided yet," she said, though, in a way, she had. "And I'd prefer we kept this between you and I, Ana."
Ana put her hands up. "It was your plan, doctor. You can do with him what you want and I won't say a word. I'm just worried. He is… quite a large, imposing thing, isn't he?"
Angela tittered. "He's gagged and tied, Ana. As big as he might be, all he can do now is grunt and squirm." And, oh, how she enjoyed watching him grunt and squirm.
"Alright. If you need me for anything else-"
"I'll be sure to be in contact. Thank you, Captain."
After Ana departed, Angela said her goodbyes to Jack and the rest before slinking away into the emptied streets herself. She moved briskly as the sun was lost beneath the horizon, but not eagerly, though she was certainly eager to get back to her captive. It almost surprised her how much she'd enjoyed capturing him. She'd always known she had certain… 'interests' that excited her, but acting on them like this was something fairly new to her.
When she returned to Mako, he was just as she'd left him: every bit of his massive half-naked body bound tightly in crossing ropes. Her sock around his eyes forcing blindness upon him; the ropes she'd tied tightly around his mouth to keep him silent still pressed firmly into the skin beside his lips. His teeth were barred around them fiercely, making him take on the appearance of some feral beast she'd tamed.
And when she'd first unmasked him as he lay unconscious, Angela had half-expected him to actually be a beast. The rumors were that he had the flat snout of a pig where his nose should be. He didn't. In fact, the man's face beneath the mask was quite normal. Truthfully, he was even a bit handsome. That came as a great relief to her. Though she hadn't admitted it to herself back when she'd first formulated her plan to kidnap him, she wanted him to be handsome.
Mako must've heard her feet. As soon as she stepped from the outer terrace to the cool interior of the apartment room, he began throwing up a fit again, snarling and trying to curse her around his gag, rocking the chair as much as he could. Angela was profoundly impressed with the man's stamina. He must've realized he couldn't escape the bondage she'd put him in by then, yet he fought on. She liked that.
"Silence," she commanded of him, though she did enjoy his futile attempts at speaking. She walked up to the chair and pulled her sock down off of his eyes. She worked it down around his neck, thinking it almost like a little collar on him there.
He glared hatefully up at her.
It's his eyes, Angela thought, that's where his handsomeness comes from. He has pretty eyes. They were a light green, heavily lashed, wide set. She reached a hand for his face and cupped his cheek just below those pretty eyes. "I'm going to put you to sleep again. Don't worry. You won't be out for long." She slipped the spare dart Ana had given her from her waistband.
Mako looked to it and frowned. He started mumbling and furiously shaking his head, but Angela jabbed his neck with it anyway. Captain Amari's sleep dart's worked quick. He was out like a light in seconds.
Angela knew she wouldn't have nearly as much time to prepare him as she did before. She'd used a far less potent dart. With that in mind, she wasted no time getting to work. She got behind the chair and began shoving it towards the room's corner, where a king-sized bed was nestled. Moving the mountain of a man wasn't easy, and several times she had to stop and catch her breath just shoving at his chair, but eventually she got him where she wanted him. She untied him as quickly as possible, first his feet, then his thighs, then his upper body. His gag came loose and fell away when she removed the upper restraints. She left the cuffs on till last. When he was freed, she got beside him and shoved with all her might till he rolled off the chair and onto the mattress.
Thanks goodness for that, Angela thought, swiping at her brow. If he'd rolled the other way and fell onto the floor, she doubted she'd have the strength to ever get him up on the bed at all.
She crawled onto the bed beside him and worked the steel chain of the cuffs around the bed's headboard before locking his wrists back up tightly in the leather pads. With that done, she was able to relax a bit. Now, he couldn't grab her or use his hands in any way if he woke up. She took a second to catch her breath before making her way to the end of the mattress. She tied up his giant bare feet in ropes around his ankles, then spread his legs as wide as she could before tying each foot to the bed's corner. It left him spreadeagle and completely vulnerable.
It was as she was finishing tying one of his feet when Mako stirred and began coming awake. He groaned and made fists, pulling at his newly-chained wrists. His head lifted groggily from the pillow beneath it so he could glare down at her. He blinked hard to clear his vision.
"Argh! What are you doing!?" He snarled, jerking again at his hands. "You little whore! Answer! What are you doing with me!?"
"Keep your mouth shut," Angela told him as she knotted his ankle up. "You'll be wearing a gag again soon enough."
"What are you doing!?" He growled, louder.
"Quiet!" She demanded. She thought of a quick way to shut him up, and reached down to wiggle her fingers into the sole of his foot. Mako jerked at his leg, but she'd tightly restrained it in place by then and he couldn't move. He made a sound that wasn't quite laughter, more of a series of short breaths.
"Stop!" He shouted, wiggling his toes and trying desperately to pull his foot free.
"Ticklish feet?" Angela asked with a grin. She absolutely adored when a man had a weakness she could exploit. Eagerly, she reached down and stroked a finger lightly up his foot again. Mako responded the same way, growling and writhing. "You really shouldn't go barefoot if you're ticklish, Mako." She said, mercilessly dancing her fingertips up and down his foot.
"Stop tickling me!" He managed to spew between his fits of heavy breathing.
"Why should I?" She tickled him some more, reveling in watching him squirm and pant like a helpless little piggy.
"Bitch!" He growled as she worked his foot over a bit more before dancing her fingers up around his calf and to his knee. She tickled him back by the hamstring, feeling his skin begin to coat with sweat as he struggled. She tickled his big meaty thigh, lightly grazing her fingernails up and down the sensitive skin there. She eyed up his bare belly and was eager to try it out as a new center of rapturous torture when something else caught her eye.
"Well," Angela said, biting her inner cheek to suppress a smile. "Looks like you're enjoying this a bit more than you're letting on, Mako."
Beneath his tribal dress, his black underwear had swelled up around his crotch. The massive bulge throbbed, eager to be unleashed.
"I will kill you for this you little worthless bitch!" Mako roared, seething at her as he tightened his fists. "Let me out of this bondage!"
Instead, Mercy grabbed the bulge between his legs and gave it a nice hard squeeze. Mako winced and threw his head back; in rage or ecstasy, Angela wasn't sure. She knew only that whatever was squirming in her hand was warm and throbbing.
"You're a pervert, aren't you?" She asked him, feeling a surge of arousal of her own beginning to grow unruly. "You want to use your big cock on me, don't you?"
"Argh!" Mako bellowed, pounding his fists against the bedding beneath them.
"Answer or I'll torture you with tickling for an hour straight." She wanted to hear him say it; needed to at this point. "Do you want to stuff your fat cock inside of me?"
"Yes, you bitch! Yes! NOW TAKE IT OUT!" He demanded, panting amorously as his hips thrusted the bulge of his cock more firmly into her palm. "Take it out!"
"It's going to stay right where it is," she told him, patting his bulge before taking her hand away. Hearing him beg her to take it out was far more than she could've hoped for. She had to bite her lip and put a hand to her brow to contain her excitement.
"BITCH!" Mako wailed, thrashing even harder in his restraints.
Mercy giggled, basking in her moment of sexual triumph. As she watched him writhe, going increasingly more red in the face, she had a sudden urge to find out just what was waiting to 'get her'. She crawled up beside his waist and unclipped his tribal dress. She tore it away and threw it to the floor. Mako went silent and stared hungrily at her. Angel gave him her most manipulative smile as she lowered her mouth to his waistband and used her teeth to tear into his underwear. When it was torn, she was able to use her hands and rip it away completely.
"Oh," was all she could say as her eyes widened on what had been unleashed.
Mako's cock stood at full mast, wavering a bit with his breath as it throbbed eagerly. It was quite large, the biggest certainly Angela had ever seen, and thick too.
"What do you want me to do with that?" She asked him, not taking her eyes off his swollen member.
"Put your fucking whore's mouth around it," he said, a little more quietly then as he watched with bated breaths. "Take it in your mouth. Now."
"You want to gag me with your cock like I gagged you before, is that it?"
"Oh, I want you gagging on my cock alright… now take it, you whore!"
Angela met his eyes and smiled sinisterly. She'd lured him this far to appease herself, now it was time for the icing on top. "No," she said bluntly and crawled off the bed.
"WHAT!?"
She knew he was about to get very loud very fast, so Angela just had to work faster. She kicked her boots off, slid out of her spandex pants, and pulled her panties off before stepping back into the pants to hide her own swollen little secret back up and away from Mako's hungry eyes. Mako was already shouting by the time she'd rushed up to his head and quickly crammed her panties into his mouth.
"Hope you don't mind. They're a bit damp from the sweat and excitement," she told him, stuffing them in tight and reaching for the spare pillow beside his head. She took the pillowcase from it and tied it up tight around his lower face to keep her panties right where they were: shoved in his big mouth.
"Hrrh mmnf mmmm!" Mako protested, shaking his head as she finished knotting the cloth.
"Oh, be quiet," she said with a smirk. "You should be honored to have my underwear in your mouth. That's its new home, Mako, and it's going to stay there for a long, long, time."
"Mmmmnnnn…" Mako groaned, his eyes filling with dread as he, clearly, imagined having her panties kept in his mouth for that sort of extended period of time.
"Now let's watch the show." She situated the chair she'd had him tied in beside the bed and sat herself down. She peeled the sock off the one foot that was still clad in one and kicked her bare feet up onto the bed beside Mako's waist.
He lay panting, looking between her feet and her eyes, still occasionally pulling at his cuffed wrists as if they might've mysteriously vanished and he was free.
Angela folded her arms across her chest and gave her best 'bored' look; though, of course, she was anything but. This was her favorite sort of torture: riling a man up and leaving him with nothing to do with all his excitement. She watched Mako's fully erect cock begin to lose its heat. With each throb, it began to dip a bit, going from full mast to half. Mako watched it himself, grumbling impotently into his gag.
Angela slid down in the chair so she could reach her foot out and give his cock a little poke with her toes. "Come now, Mako. You can keep it up longer than that, can't you?" She carefully ran her foot up the length of his shaft, from his balls to his cock's head.
Mako's breath picked up and he squirmed a bit. Sure enough, his falling member found new life and began to perk back up. Angela watched it, stroking it now and then with her foot until it was nearly full erect again. Then she sat up straight and crossed her feet at the ankles, leaving him alone.
"MMMNF!" Mako protested.
"Isn't this a fun game?" Angela asked. "You can't use your cock no matter how much you want to. We're just going to keep it like it is. Nice and stiff. It's funny-looking that way, don't you think?"
Mako pounded his fists to the mattress and gave another earnest attempt at breaking free of his bondage. Of course, he failed, and was left lying sweaty and red and just as tied up as he had been.
Angela watched him with sheer delight. When she noticed his cock going down again, she gave it another stroke with her foot. It responded, but not as much as she wanted, so she scooted off the chair and sat on the bed. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his shaft. It was so thick and swollen, she couldn't even make her fingers meet her thumb. When she gave it a squeeze, it was as if the emergency generators had been turned on. Just like that, Mako's cock was stiffening and rising up right in her hand again. She quickly let it go.
Mako roared into the gag again, slamming his head down. Angela smiled. She knew how frustrated and helpless he must've felt. "Are you not enjoying this, Mako?" She asked. "I wonder if your victims 'enjoy' it when you stalk and chase them. I wonder which sensation is more unpleasant: you putting your fear into your victims, or me keeping your cock uselessly throbbing forever?" She grabbed his shaft again and squeezed, this time pumping him up and down twice before releasing. His loud moan of pleasure told her he enjoyed that quite a bit. Angela stared at him. "If I let you come, are you going to be a good boy?"
Mako snarled and glared and writhed… but by then he was broken, and his begrudging nod came soon enough.
She glanced back to his cock. It had new life at the mere mention of coming. She took hold of it slowly, cupping her palm around his shaft and letting each of her fingers close around him one at a time. She gave him a little squeeze and then slid her hand up all the way to his bulging head, which she cupped and rubbed at before sliding back down to the base of his shaft. When she did it a second time, Mako moaned heavily into his gag and laid his head back flat into the pillow. He was completely motionless and entirely at her—Ironic, Angel thought—mercy. She squeezed him again, feeling him stiffen against her palm. When she stroked him up and down three times in quick succession, she knew another pump would do it.
"That's enough for now," she told him, sliding off the bed and standing. "You perverted piggy. You wanted to spill your sticky come all over my hand. I don't think so. We're going to keep that inside of you."
Mako stared at her incredulously, mumbling and shaking his head as his cock grew flaccid.
"I'm leaving you now," she explained. And I don't have a choice either, she thought. Torturing him was awakening her own desires more and more, and if she wasn't careful, soon enough she might've just torn her pants off and taken a seat on that big throbbing cock of his to sate her own needs. That's why she needed to get out of there quickly. She pulled her boots back on. "Tonight, I want you to think about what a monster of a person you are. Tomorrow, I expect you to be better behaved. I've made an important decision, Mako." She smiled, staring at him.
Mako stared back silent, his fists tightened, his flaccid cock back down in the shadows of his waist again.
"I'm going to fix you," Angela said, winked, and left.