Sergei hissed as he wrestled to keep Lila still, she certainly wasn’t making it easy on herself, much less him, but then again he guessed that was kind of the point. She whipped her head back and landed a lucky shot to the bridge of his nose, knocking his head back and causing him to lose his grip for a moment. As he smelled iron, blood began to flow easily from his nose, staining his expensive shirt. The momentary lapse in concentration allowed the young girl to fill her lungs and scream.<br/><br/>Such things would not be tolerated.<br/><br/>When he was finally able to clear the cobwebs, Sergei grabbed frantically at Lila’s body to stop her thrashing any more and came up with a handful of her young, full breast. Rather than getting flustered and letting go, Serge just squeezed down, using all the strength in his powerful hand and forearm to sink in his fingers and cause her pain. He hunched forward, bending Lila in half and making her a smaller package to handle.<br/><br/>“Now, you will stop fighting me.” Sergei demanded, pressing his gun against her temple now, blood still dribbling down his face. “Otherwise I will start throwing punches. Understand?”<br/><br/>When Sergei felt confident that she did understand he stood back up and shoved Lila against the mirrored wall where the warm-up bars were mounted. He places the barrel of his gun against her lips, for the first time looking her up and down, leering lasciviously at her young, fit, nubile body.<br/><br/>“Open your mouth.”