Helena noticed the sudden shift and, any other time, it probably would have made her wonder.  With a cock lodged between her lips she was rather distracted, and dismissed it as nothing more than acting.  She stopped the bobbing of her head as he began to rock his hips, letting him take control of the movement as she continued to suck, lick, and twist her head back and forth.<br/><br/>She leaned back to look up at him as he pulled out of her mouth.  The pose, with her back arched and head back, caused her full breasts to jut out over her flat stomach and ribs.  She was breathing heavily, and her tongue darted out to lick her hips as his hands reached down and began to fondle her breasts.  A moaning gasp escaped her lips as his fingers found her nipples and began to pinch and pull, a sharp pain shot through her chest, but somehow seemed to shift into a warm pleasure, a deep desire, as it reached her belly.  Her breathing grew more ragged, and she had to force herself to focus.  What had come over her?  Some small part of her wondered.  Had she longed to be degraded and used?  Had she just needed a good lay?  She didn't know and, as Benirel's tendrils continued to dig into her mind, she didn't care.<br/><br/>A smear of saliva was left on her breasts as the hard cock slapped against them, and she had just glanced down when his hands closed in her head and his cock aimed for her lips once more.  She opened wide to take him him, sucking and licking as she had before, only for her eyes to bulge as he kept pressing deeper.  She didn't think to resist, to pull back, or to tap out.  She just tried to relax and let him deeper as his cock pushed towards her throat.  Her eyes began to water, and the small part at the back of her mind rose up once more to wonder how she had gone from a proud defender of the city, to a woman gagging on cock for a camera.