Wait, she pleaded, but he did not wait. The time for Alissa's opinions had gone with her confidence, and he had decided she no longer had the claws or fangs to rend him. Whatever strength she had in her body, she wouldn't use, and he took her new personality as a welcome to the rest of his. She had no flaring anger when her skirt was gone, the way she uselessly tried to hide herself with her hands was more of an invitation than a working warning or plea for modesty. Great journalist and spear-head feminist soldier - she had none of the strong things she'd come in with. How would the former Alissa feel if she could see herself now, reduced to this after just a few moments? He wasn't sure that confident woman would ever be allowed to return.<br/><br/>It was a game to pull off her jacket, the sound of it flapping dramatic. The shirt gave him very little resistance, and while unbuttoning it he pinned her with his eyes, a truer kind of subjugation. And she allowed it, which left her in her pantyhose and bra. She took great pride in pretty undergarments for someone who otherwise seemed so frigid about intimacy. If he was to consult his analyzing self, he'd say that this was either a narcissistic part of her, being pretty for only herself, or a small show of her submissive nature, aiming to please, intimately. He was sure she'd be interested in hearing and exploring that, but Alissa Vauqelin might be beyond such conventional therapy from now on. He looked down at the barely contained flesh in their failing lace. He huffed in disapproval, to make her feel inadequate even if he quite liked the way her chest bulged for him.<br/><br/>His eyes lifted from her bosom to lance hers again. Her arms were free, but she wasn't using them in any effective way. She was well captured in his pace. He reached for her throat, and tried its texture with a warning grip, putting more threat between them before those fingertips slid down, hooking shortly into a collarbone and then snapping that button open, to have her full breasts push the lace cups outward. He breathed with some approval finally, to see those rosy buds on the peak of her flesh stand for him. He grinned at her as though their hardness was a show of her willful participation of her own ravaging. He had her bra on the floor too, with nothing left to protect her torso. Leunan pulled at one nipple suddenly, but his new hold on the back of her neck wouldn't let her retreat if she tried to. He pinched the bud hard, meaning to leave a small cut with his nails before letting go.<br/><br/>He pushed her head back and down, until she laid on his sturdy desk. If she protested verbally he'd crack his palm across her cheek. He pulled at her pantyhose, the flimsy fabric tenting until it broke, leaving her panties in the office light. He freed himself next, magnificent cock springing from his parted fliers, a limb that had been the demise and delight of many of the women who stayed here indefinitely. He grabbed her legs and lifted them, holding them together with one hand to lift her panties off. His cock rested on the back of her thigh as he flicked her underwear on her face, the lace bouncing off her cheek to lay beside her. She was crying and that made him chuckle in mockery, shaking his head as he let her legs fall back down around him.<br/><br/>Leunan was sure someone as repressed as the Vauqelin girl would have a physical reaction to being manhandled. He hadn't planned on going this quickly, there was finery in reshaping a person, but she'd come along so well it felt right to taste her already. He grabbed her throat again, mostly to control her, and then pushed two fingers passed her lower lips to see if she was ready for him. If she was dry, he'd enjoy it all the same, blood had a way of lubricating his cock's path, but if she was moist, he'd hold his glistening fingers up to her face, so she would have to accept that he knew.<br/><br/>"Why are you crying?" he mocked as he placed the absurd member at her entrance, her hips pulled to be slightly off the edge of the desk. He towered over her, larger than any sliver of hope she might be holding on to. Leunan knew to become their world, so they would accept their captivity. His free hand slapped a fat tit just as he pushed into her, stabbing her with half his length already. He groaned at suffering the reflexive hug of her violated cunt.<br/><br/>Nomatter her answer, he would go about fucking her, putting pressure on her throat every now and then. He had found that more often than not, women's airways were erogenous zones, and rushing their blood with a cock in them while controlling their oxygen was addictive. He squeezed tightly, fingers more than long enough to capture her. He lifted her by her neck like so, and then hit the back of her head against the desk, all the while ruthlessly moving his hips. "This is that you want. This is always what they want." he declared between teeth. He slapped her other tit and then hooked his fingers with the taste of her pussy through her teeth, pushing her tongue down.