What hope she had for a swift end seemed to crumble with each passing minute. Every second was like a small eternity, making her torment seemingly endless. Clara kept her eyes closed as his persistent hips rammed into her again and again. Her tight, pink tunnel was still in agony, deriving no pleasure from the hard fuck she was at the receiving end of. Try as she might to keep her expression neutral, not wanting to grant him the satisfaction of knowing just how distressed and emotional she was, it was more than apparent that she was in pain. She pressed her forehead to the stage, hiding her face and muffling the occasional whines and whimpers that left her involuntarily. The man did not allow her to hide for long. He lifted her leg, resting it on the stage to expose her further and allow him more access to her womanhood. It was uncomfortable physically and mentally. She could feel the guard’s eyes on her, watching with unhidden interest and palpable lust as she was violated. The moment she thought to lower her leg, the man threatened her with something far more undesirable. The warning was all she needed to hold still and remain in his desired position for her own sake.<br/><br/>His words were punctuated with a hard swat to her luscious round cheek, driving his point home sharply. Clara cried out at the sudden slap, the sting prickling her skin like pins and needles. She tensed, her walls squeezing him. Immediately her flesh reddened from the contact, glowing hot in the shape of his hand. As he grabbed a fistful of her lovely golden locks she winced. Her back arched and chest lifted from the surface of the stage. Her large, succulent breasts bounced as he buried himself inside her roughly. He powerful thrusts were unrelenting, and she could hardly breathe while he slammed into her. His savage pumping seemed to force the air from her lungs. The endurance he exhibited was unbelievable. An average man would have found his release several minutes ago, unable to withstand her pleasurable depths for so long. For a moment she wondered if he was enjoying her torment or if it was merely a means to degrade her. She received her answer when she heard pleasured sounds behind her. Clara shuddered to think of how sadistic it was to obtain pleasure from someone else’s pain.<br/><br/>She could feel him swelling inside her, stretching her thoroughly. Panic filled her at the thought of him bursting inside her. Clara was about to beg for him not to release within her, but he withdrew himself suddenly. He forcefully pulled her off the stage and pushed her to the ground. She would have believed that he’d had his fill of her, but the sight of his intimidating member standing at attention before her blue eyes said otherwise. He slid it between her mounds, pinching her rosy nipples together to his hard shaft to be hugged and squeezed between her cleavage. She turned away and closed her eyes, refusing to watch as he head peeked between her plush breasts time and time again. His hand landed at the top of her head, forcing her head down to look while he breathed yet another ultimatum.<i>Her face or her mouth. </i>The answer was quite simple. She preferred neither, but even in the absence of another one of his threats she knew that refusing would mean further punishment—something worse. Clara wasn’t quite prepared to handle the repercussions, and was left to think logically about the most disgustingly absurd decision she had to make.<br/><br/>“I don’t . . . I don’t know . . .” She said, her warm breath feathering over the tip of his cock as it poke through her breasts. He wanted to show her father and fiancé how he violated her for their defiance. She wanted to keep her dignity, if it were even possible. As much as it sickened her to even say it, she knew that if he came in her mouth she would be able to dispose of it and possibly rid herself of the evidence. “I-in my mouth,” she told him quietly, her voice soft so as not to allow the prying eyes and ears around them to hear or see. The moment she said it she felt so ashamed. Despite all her rationality, she felt as though she were betraying Andreas. Still, she opened her mouth, revealing her pink tongue as a landing pad for his inevitable release.