Helena's feet came off the ground as Trev's arms wrapped around her throat and torso.  For a brief moment panic swelled up, as if she was truly being attacked, and she twisted, bucked, and thrashed.  It was lucky for all involved she lacked her powers at the moment.  If she had still had them there would have been questions, and probably broken bones.  Instead, it just looked like a particularly impressive act even as Helena realized just how scary it was to feel so weak.<br/><br/>She forced the thoughts away though, and tried to focus on the knowledge that it was all an act for the camera.  That made it better somehow?  Right?  She could feel a muscular arm pressing against her breasts, pushing them up, she could feel the erect length of a cock rubbing against her ass.  She bounced against it as she thrashed, then settled with heavy breaths and wide eyes on her feet.<br/><br/>"Safe?"  She shrieked.  "What safe!?"  She jerked against the arm, then settled again.  "Our passport safe is upstairs in the closet, it has my jewelry too, take it all!  Just don't hurt me!"  She had a wild look in her eyes as Trev began to knead and cup her full breast.  Just what had she gotten herself into?  How many men would be inside of her by the end of the day?