Hanzo chuckled, low in his chest. That plea for an ass-fucking had come from Maria all but without prompting, and had been more than loud and clear enough for the room's microphones to have captured it in all it's desperate, wanton clarity. He wondered if Stromberg, when this recording was finally delivered to him, would even be watching at this point, or if he would already have had all he could take of watching his innocent, precious daughter so willingly becoming his enemy's whore.

Hell, it wouldn't have surprised Hanzo if the man would even be enjoying the sight, despite the inevitable impotent rage.

"Yes, Abel, I think your friend might just make a fine little girl for me after all," he said with an approving smile. He rocked his hips back, pulling his cock free of Abel's cunt. "Move behind her," he instructed Abel, "and pull her legs up and back so she can offer her ass up to Daddy like a good little slut."