"I love being fucked."  Helena parroted between gasps.  Each time he thrust in she gasped in a breath.  She moved her leg to try and shift some of the discomfort into pleasure, as disused muscles strained against the cock that had suddenly put them to use.  She slid a hand down to her sex as his hand found her breast.  Her head fell back with a gasp of pleasure as his mouth found her suddenly sensitive nipple, and a shudder ran down her body.<br/><br/>"Yes."  Helena groaned, as the steady thrusting turned into heavy pistoning.  It was rough, it was hard, and it only served to reinforce the pain as he attacked her like a battering ram at the gates.  But, mingled with it all was every building pleasure.  She squirmed and rolled her hips, feeling used as he abused her body with no consideration for what she needed.  But, the rational part of her realized, it was part of the spectacle.  To make it last longer, to make it impressive.<br/><br/>She gasped as he smacked her breast, the globe bouncing uncomfortably already with the movements of their thrusting, the smack catching her at the perfect time to send a stinging pain shooting through her torso.  She whimpered, then gasped as his fingers found her nipple and tugged.  She didn't know what was going on with her, she was being abused, used, all on camera.  Worse, she was enjoying it.<br/><br/>"In me."  She begged, trying to focus to get the line out.