She wasn't enjoying it, and yet..  some part of her was.  If she let herself forget the chains, the kidnapping, the traumatic horror of the event itself..  She could enjoy it further.  She loved sex, and even enjoyed giving oral sex at times, but she was less than enthusiastic with this wild stranger.  He frightened her, for good reason, and when he took control he would feel the rush of panic in her thoughts.  She didn't stop him, but she struggled, gasping for air the second he'd slid that fat cock past her lips and out of her mouth.  Her eyes were wide and wild as she gazed up at him, her finger on her clit stilled.<br/><br/>As he moved forward again she didn't struggle, though he would feel the panic in her thoughts again no doubt.  when he pinned her there, buried so deep and fast that she couldn't breath, she whimpered, struggling, and even lifted her hand to press at his thigh, thinking he would kill her for certain.  once he pulled away again she tumbled backward slightly, coughing and gasping for air, tears sliding down her cheeks.