An Officer and a "Gentleman"

A/N: This is a series of completely unrelated oneshots, centered around Sonya Blade and Kano. Most of them will contain rape (I just don't see Sonya willingly submitting to Kano), although there may be a few consensual.

Please note that this first chapter is pretty tame compared to what my mind has cooked up for the rest :) I guess I wanted to "ease" us into it. It goes along the orginal movie storyline combined with Sonya Blade MK3 ending. It was actually slated to come out for Christmas (hence the "Up on the Rooftop") but I didn't finish in time. Anyhow, here it is.


Title: An Officer and a "Gentleman"

By: MkSlave

Chapter one: Up on the Rooftop


Sonya Blade’s lungs begged for oxygen. She clutched the rail with one hand, tucked a pale hair behind her ear with the other, and continued to drag her lithe body up the emergency stairwell. She was almost to the roof of the skyscraper in hot pursuit of her enemy, Kano. She could hear him a few flights above, taungting as he ran up ahead.

Blade finally reached the top of the building. The blonde combatant grabbed her gun, braced herself, and kicked the emergency door open. She stepped out onto the concrete. "Damn it, Kano, where are you?!" She snapped. She walked further away from the door just as footsteps ran by. She turned swiftly to find nothing but air. She tucked another hair behind her ear. God damn you!" She yelled impatiently. His thick laugh burned her ears. "Come out and play!"

Suddenly his laser blinded her. Before she could react, she was sent backwards from a kick to the stomach. Her pistol flew out of her hands and out of sight. Kano stood before her.

"You wanna play, baby?" He smirked, fists ready. She jumped up and dodged his punches, turned around and attempted to return some blows of her own. He successfully blocked each one. He violently kicked her in the stomach. Unable to breath, Sonya was helpless as Kano kicked her repeatedly in the face and neck. She could only attempt to block. Each blow increased in force until his uppercut propelled her into a dilapidated statue.

This statue had taken much damage from Shao Kahn’s invasion and much to Sonya's horror, crumbled She could only scream as a heavy chunk fell onto her left arm, causing the bone to snap.

Kano ascended on her. Sonya tried to hit him with the right arm, but to no avail. He sat on her waist and held the appendage firmly while punching her several times. Sonya looked at him through swollen eyes when he finally stopped. He just smirked. "Admit it, baby." He laughed. "I won."

"Go to hell."

"Say the words."

Sonya bit her lip and shook her head. Kano rolled his eyes. He reached down to his belt, pulled out his signature butterfly knife, and placed the sharp end against her cheek.

"So stubborn." He clicked his tongue, increasing the pressure until it broke the skin. "Oh well, guess I'll just have to break you." He shifted his body and Sonya jumped. She didn't think he still had a gun, since he didn't use it on her during the fight; but, now it was pressed hard into her thigh. A plan formulated in her mind. She needed an oppotunity.

The chance came when Kano took the knife away, leaned over, and licked her face. As his tongue tormented the soldier, the thug inadvertently let go of her hand. She seized the opportunity. "Fuck you!" She yelled and reached for his gun. He yelled in surprise as she gripped it and pulled desperately; much to her horror, it didn't budge. That's when the realization hit her.

It wasn't a gun.

The blonde’s eyes widened; she quickly released the bulge in his pants like a venomous snake. Kano had a look of sudden flushed enjoyment on his face, and Sonya flinched. She had stopped thinking of Kano as a human with needs and urges years ago, even when he made his sexual innuendos. What many people would recognize as an erection, she assumed was a firearm.

The lusty criminal sheathed his knife. He seemed to take great pleasure in the horrified look on Blade's face. "What's a matter, baby?" His accent became deeper when he used sexual taunts. He rocked his hips and rubbed his clothed member against her thigh.

She wasn'tamused. "Get off me." She growled. "Get that... thing off me!"

"But he likes you!"

Mustering up strength, Sonya punched at him with her free hand. Kano grabbed her wrist and forced her hand against his hardening cock. Oh Gods. The thought of seeing the cretin naked, feeling his nude body against hers, or sensing his dick anywhere near her body caused bile to form at the back of her throat.

“Oh Gods, gimme a break.” She snapped. Danger flashed in his eyes; she realized what she’d said, and the memory it sparked within her long-time enemy. It brought visions of their fight on Shang Tsung’s island, when she snapped his neck moments after he said the same thing.

“Oh no, don’t… Aww gimme a break.” His words rang in her ears.

Sonya felt his weight shift off her. Suddenly, she felt like he wanted to do more than torment her. A lot more. She inwardly cursed herself and struggled to get out from under the huge stone. He reappeared, holding another heavy piece of statue in front of her face. "You wanna ‘break?’ I’ll give ya’ a break!” He dropped it. White hot pain shot through the other arm. No snap, but it hurt like hell.

Sonya shrieked in agony. “God damn it, you bastard! Let me go!”

His red eye glinted maliciously. “Oh I’ll let you go, baby, once I’m done with you.”

“Done with me?” She groaned. He ignored her question and remounted her. She was painfully aware of his hard-on sticking into her hip. If possible, it was even harder than before. “What are you going to do?”

He leaned forward, smirked in her face, and silently undid his belt.

“You wouldn’t dare!” She desperately kicked her legs and bucked her hips to throw him off, but it only fueled his arousal more.

“Now now, love, don’t make me break those lovely gams too.” He yanked his belt off in one effortless tug. “I do wanna feel them wrapped around me, after all.”

Sonya ignored the threat. She brought both legs up in an amazing show of flexibility and wrapped the ankles around his head. His eyes widened in déjà vu. Once again, he thought back to the tournmanet.

“Not this time!” He caught her legs. “You’re being a very bad girl.”

“Go to hell!” She snarled.

Apparently she’d chosen the wrong words once more, for he stood up, grabbed her ankles, and tugged on her body until she was stretched off the ground. She screamed as her broken arms were stretched taut.

“Hell? You wanna talk about hell? Imagine having your neck broken and being sent to the Netherrealm, where the only thing on the menu is utter torture day in and day out with no end in sight!”

Tears ran down Blade’s cheeks. Her struggle became weaker and weaker. Only when she ceased fighting would Kano loosen his hold her. She fell onto the concrete floor, her ankles still in his hands.

“I'm going to give you a little picture of hell; but, first we improvise.” He looked around. “There’s gotta be somethin’- awww here we go.” He grabbed his discarded belt and secured one ankle to a nearby statue. Then he grabbed a pair of handcuffs from his waist and did the same with her other leg. By the time he was done, her legs were stretched out and lifted in the air. She rested on her lower back.

“Now.” He smiled. “You’re gonna make up for all the pain you’ve caused.”

Sonya Blade knew Kano's file; she had studied it until each detail was engrained in her mind. Her only thought was that the thug had no history of sexual assault. Her hope rested with some humanity that might rest inside him.

Those hopes were dashed when Kano undid his pants, yanked them down, and sat on Sonya’s chest. He rubbed his crotch against her face. There was only a thin layer of clothing between her and his cock. She could already smell his manhood through his boxers. He chuckled at the look of pure disgust on her gorgeous features. “Yeah.” He grunted

Once the friction was no longer enough, he reached into his boxers and gripped his hard-on. Sonya watched him with wide eyes. The mushroom tip hit her nose with a wet "shlop". A few drop of pre-cum dripped from within. The Lieutenant flinched backwards. Kano would have none of it and he yanked her hair forward and smeared the white drops around her cheeks. After a few seconds of humilating her, he positiong his hard member at her mouth and instructed her to open. Blade looked at the purplish 8-inch stick and seemed to think about her predicament. Kano clicked his tongue like a schoolteacher scolding an unruly student. He was just about ready to force her mouth open when she lunged forward and snapped at the tip.

Kano was too fast. "Stupid bitch!" He yelled, yanked himself out of her reach, and backhanded her in the face. "Looks like I gotta a lot harder on you."

She looked up at him in terror, knowing that her action had merely enraged her horny captor. Her fears were confirmed when the man brought his knife back out. He moved down her body and sat on her hips. In one violent motion, he sliced through her green top and sports bra.

It was a terribly cold night, and the breeze startled her when he exposed her body to the elements. She felt her pink nipples harden. "Mmmmm hmmmm." He murmured at the Double D's. After all these years of his lust/hate relationship with the bitch, he never saw her breasts. This experience had to be savored.

"Nnnngh." Sonya gasped as the thug fondled her. The heat of his hands contrasted against the cold air, bringing an uneasy sensation into the woman's body. She jolted when Kano took her nipple between his fingers and tweaked them ever-so-harshly.

"Good God, woman." He chuckled. "These are some Grade A tits!" She shut her eyes only to open them again when he took her nipple into his mouth. He gently suckled it, his eyes remaining on her face as he nipped at it.

To Sonya's credit, she managed not to derive pleasure from his stimulation up to this point. Kano read the disinterest in her face and decided to up the ante. He slipped his hand into her sweatpants and harshly rubbed her slit through her cotton panties.

“Uhhh!” Sonya couldn't help herself. It had been a while since somebody touched her like that, and she was hypersensitive. The thug grinned from ear to ear and began to rub around her clit through the white, military standard cloth. He watched Sonya's face for reaction, which he found much of.

“Damn, girl, you're so reactive.” He murmered in that deep, husky accent. “You would make the perfect sub. Masters like their slaves extra sensitive.”

“Fuck you.” She managed. She knew it was a poor choice of words, but she had nothing else.

“Good idea.” He pulled his hand out of her pants and picked up the knife once more. It took mere seconds to cut through her sweatpants. Kano then ripped Sonya's underwear off. She jumped as the cold air hit her naked body.

Kano didn't waste much time. She grit her teeth as he prodded her opening with the cockhead. “Brace yourself, soldier, I'm goin' in.” He mocked. She grunted as he shoved into her very, very tight pussy. “Fuck!” He shouted. “Who woulda thought?” He knew she was a prude, but her pussy obviously hadn't seen some action in quite some time. The criminal continued to work more and more of his cock into her. Sonya tried to adjust to the fullness within her, but it was becoming more and more of a task. “Atta girl. Got the tip in, just a few more inches now.” Her eyes widened. That was the tip? She had massively underestimated how big he was, and now was paying the price.

“Nnnnh!” Sonya shouted, trying to move her hips to accommodate his large man meat. It was too damn big, and her walls screamed as he stretched her further and further. God how thick is it?

At long last, the thug reached the hilt. He felt Sonya squirming in pain; but, quite frankly, he didn't care. “Good girl.” He looked down at her. Even in the chilly air, she was bathed in sweat, her eyes screwed shut.

Then, with a hearty shout, he pulled out and slammed into her again.

“Ahh! Fuck!” Sonya screamed. His balls slapped against her underside as he forced himself in and out, in and out until she could swear that he was going too deep.

Kano opened his eyes and watched the blond. Her pain was delicious, but she needed to want him. Without giving her time to adjust, he activated his laser light and directed it at her pussy. Sonya shrieked in fear. She had seen Kano turn people into human jerkey with his infrared eye before. Unknown to her, the criminal was able to control the intensity and heat settings. He had no intention of burning her into a crisp-at least, not until he got his rocks off.

Blade gasped as the pleasant heat roamed across her cleft. Kano continued to slam into her tight canal, grunting happily as it slowly squeezed his cock and caused it to spasm and throb. His pace made the laser move in an unpredictable path; Sonya's inability to guess where it would touch next made it that more arousing. To compound matters, Her clitoris started begging for attention. The laser kept darting over her sweet spot, but didn't apply enough pressure to keep her satisfied. That teasing motion combined with the fullness inside her brought Sonya closer and closer to crashing on the shores of climax. She flushed in frustration, humiliation, and anger.

Kano looked down at his captive. In his fantasies, when he finally got Sonya in his grasp, he kept on the brink for hours until she begged for orgasm. However, this was reality, and in reality he didn't have the time to do so. The man had to go with option two: Sensory overload.

Sonya finally got what her body craved but her mind feared: he directed all his attention at her clitoris. Her back and hips seized underneath him, and it only grew worse when he upped the intensity and heat of his laser. The pleasure had become unbearable. Sonya shook her head and bucked her hips, hoping he'd get the hint that he was going to fast, too hard, and too strong. He got the hint, but he didn't care. He was nearing his orgasm, and he wanted her to join him.

Luckily for him, she wasn't too far behind him. In fact, she quickly passed him. The heat was building in her pussy, and as it reached its peak, she could only arch her back and let out a shout that echoed eerily around them. "FUCK!" She groaned as the pleasure finally exploded throughout her body.

Kano groaned as Blade's walls squeezed him, her toned body threatening to milk him for all he was worth. Even planning on killing the woman, he strangely feared risking a pregnancy. Sonya gasped when he yanked out, and before she could react, he put the tip up to her face. She refused to open her mouth, but that just meant when his ball sack contracted, it spilled its contents all over her tan face.

"Nuhhh!" She tried to pull her head back, but he gripped her hair and forced her to take every single drop. She could only gag at the smell, and swallow the little bit that went into her nose and down into her mouth. Once he'd completely expelled his semen, he fell forward, his cock completely pressed against her nose, and took a few deep breaths.

Blade opened her eyes and turned her head to the side. She spotted her gun near the door to the stairs. It was way too far. The hopelessness hit her. She'd just been raped, she was about to die, and she couldn't even get to the one object that comforted her.

"God damn, woman." Kano snapped her back to reality. He pulled off her, wiped the jizz in her hair, and patted her hair like a dog. Globs of cum trailed down her face.

"Welp, can' say it wasn't fun." He remarked, retrieving his clothing. "Sadly I gotta get this show on the road."

"You're going to leave me here?!"

"Nah. I considered it at first. I mean, maybe the Shokan could find you; They have some gargantuan fuck sticks. You'd love being impaled on one of those." Sonya flinched and felt the cum crust like a peel-off face mask. "Or you'd sit here for days until you starve or dehydrate or the vultures start picking at you." He zipped up his fly. "Then I thought 'hey, I know this bitch. If there's a chance to escpae, she'll find it.' So, no, I'm not giving you that chance."

He turned and looked at her in mock pity. His eye lit up, growing in intensity. She let out a fearful shout as the laser shot out at her.

"Kano!" A voice interrupted her execution. Kano turned his head before the laser cut out. The direction of his eyes shot through the statues, making them shift over Sonya's arms. She felt them lighten.

From the shadows crept an Asian man clad in yellow. He looked at Sonya's prone form and shook his head. "You imbecile! Haven't I told you your hormones are irrelevent?"

"Awww, Mr. Tsung, I was just playing with her." Sonya turned away. Now Shang Tsung had seen her in this humiliating predicament. Part of her wondered if he was going to join in. How many members of their team were right behind?

"I told you to kill her! Nothing more, nothing less."

"Ahh, sir-"

"No," Tsung snapped. "Grab her weapon and finish the job."

Sonya actually breathed easier knowing they weren't going to run a train on her. She didn't question how Tsung knew she had a gun with her. He walked over and stood over her helpless form. She couldn't help but think about how he looked at her when he kidnapped her at his tournament, like he was replaying a porn movie in his head.

Right now, she saw nothing but pity as he untied her ankles from the statues. Her legs fell with a thud.

"I'll brief the troops," He shouted to Kano. "Do your job this time." He gave her a pointed look, pulled a pile of cloth out of his robe, and dropped it within her view.

"Yes, sir!" Kano yelled, still looking for the pistol.

Meanwhile Sonya began to wiggle her shoulders. One arm was useless, but the weight of the stones were shifting, and soon her arms were free. Unable to use her right arm, she had to rely on her body weight and an injured appendage. She hopped onto her feet.

Kano was standing from a kneeling position, pistol in hand. "Got it, baby!" He sneered. He turned to find Sonya standing inches in front of him. "What the-"

Sonya hopped into the air, kicking the terrorist in his mouth. He stumbled backwards as she continued to jump kick him. Onxw they neared the edge of the skyscraper, she shifted into her vertical bicycle kick. "Kee-yah!" She shouted, pushing him towards the edge. He teetered for a brief second, fear in his eye. Without her equipment, Sonya couldn't perform her Kiss of Death; but, she did mouth him a kiss. "Mwah!" She laughed, jumped in the air, and kicked him over the edge.

"FUCK! AHHHHH!" He shouted. She smiled bitterly as the echo stopped.

Sonya's clothes were decimated. She groaned fearfully, thinking of walking through the city butt-naked and defenseless. Tears welled in her eyes. She'd already been raped, she didn't want to do it again. Her knees buckled.

"Oh Gods." She sobbed, using her tears to wash some crust off her face. She couldn't face Jax or Raiden with jizz all over her. While she rubbed the globs off herself, she looked over at the cloth Shang had dropped. She hobbled and leaned over.

Shang Tsung had left her a brown monk's robe. Sonya sighed, grateful but confused.It took a few minutes to wriggle her way into the robe. Once she was protected from the elements, she realized that Shang Tsung had also left her a metal thermos and another piece of cloth.

The thermos held water to wash away the semen. Sonya did so, also taking the time to scrub the tears off her face. Once she was clean, she dropped the empty thermos and limped towards the stairwell.

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Shang Tsung walked away from the building just in time to hear Kano's screams. The sorcerer sneered. Even though Tsung knew that he would never get Blade as his bride, he was still possessive of the lovely blonde. Now that he set up Kano's demise, he could sleep peacefully once more.