Clara had to resist the urge to retract her tongue each time the swollen tip of his member glided over it and into her mouth. Repeatedly it rubbed between her soft breasts, moving against her flesh roughly. Her rosy pink buds were almost numb with how he pinched them together. Every now and then a sharp pain would lance through her to remind her just how tight his hold was on her, which happened quite frequently when the pace of his thrusting picked up. Finally he found his release, letting out thick ropes of cum that spurted onto her tongue and lips. A glob of his sticky fluids dripped down her chin and ran down her ample breasts. Before she could even think to spit, because she was sickened by the mere thought of swallowing the warm load he unleashed on her, she heard him utter yet another threat. The lens of the camera flickered and produced a series of noises as it generate yet another degrading and immodest photo of the bride-to-be. She could only imagine what she must have looked like with her eyes slightly closed and her cheeks flushed, her exhausted expression mimicking that of lust on the other end of the camera. Of course she felt nothing of the sort, but the thought that she might have appeared at all aroused by being taken against her will was soul-crushing.<br/><br/>He informed her that she could swallow and she couldn't seem to bring herself to do so. The viscous fluids in her mouth made her ill, and for some time she held it there trying to gulp it down little by little. As a small portion of it slid down her throat she felt nauseous as a result. Clara was still trying to swallow when he approached her after tucking his manhood away. She planned on waiting till the most opportune moment to get rid of his thick offering. She keep her mouth shut as he unlocked her cuffs and situated her hands in front of her, then secured them again much to her disappointment. He draped his jacket around her shoulders, concealing her form finally. It was clear that her body was a tool for manipulation for him, something to use when he needed to in order to get a rise out of her loved ones. Now he was putting her private assets away like a twisted gentleman.<br/><br/>The guards obeyed his command, moving to her side to begin ushering her to the door. A hand slid over the fine material of the jacket covering her, a seemingly benign gesture until it trailed over her ass. As they walked down the hall, making their way toward the steps that would lead up to the streets, she could tell that the guard’s hand placement was not innocent or merely coincidence. What began as a simple touch one moment turned to groping the next. Clara decided she’d had enough disrespect, and the cum that she had been waiting to discretely dispose of launched from her mouth. Her aim was true as it splattered messily against his cheek, and it was satisfying to see how it donned on him what was cascading down his face. The retaliation earned her a backhand to the cheek, disorienting her enough so that he and the other guards who accompanied him could throw her in the back of a windowless, black van. Though she played her previous scenario over and over again in her head, all the things she thought she should have done seemed to go out the window as temper flared. Because she lashed out, she couldn’t count down the seconds till they arrived to their destination. She couldn’t track the turns they took or listen for distinctive sounds.<br/><br/>For the majority of the duration of the ride she was unconscious, only beginning to come to when the vehicle was coming to a stop. Clara groaned softly, feeling the painful throbbing where her cheekbone had discolored and turned purple and blue.