Yelena was, by nature, a very gentle soul, and she knew it. She couldn’t even bring herself to raise her voice at the students (and she personally believed it was detrimental to their development as dancers and as people), but still, she felt a secret spark of pride at Sergei’s outburst of angry Russian. It was proof her blind kick had connected with a vulnerable spot, and, more importantly, that she wasn’t completely powerless.<br/><br/>Her glimmer of perceived success and power was dimmed as soon as he clamped his palm over her mouth. Madame Naumov panicked at the feel of his gun pressing into the sensitive flesh of her chin and the insistent hardness of his erection against her ass. Struggle though she may, there was no denying Madeleine’s logic. She had to breath at some point, and when she gasped for that terrified breath, they were ready, the sponge ball thrust into her mouth.<br/><br/>Being gagged left her feeling completely helpless, and tears formed at the corners of her eyes. But this feeling was nothing compared to the fear that surged within her when Lila opened the door and Sergei leapt to pursue.<br/><br/>“Mmmmf!” was the only warning the gagged Madame was able to offer her student.