Helena gagged as she suddenly felt several inches of cock burying itself into her throat.  She fought her gag-reflex, fought her desire to yank away or panic, and just tried to relax and let it happen.  It was a terrifying realization that, with her powers gone, they held the power to deprive her of something as simple as oxygen.  She sucked a ragged breath in through her nose as he pulled back.<br/><br/>She'd never worn restraints.  The leather manacles were more comfortable than she had expected, certainly more comfortable than handcuffs, but that didn't make them any less effective.  They didn't seem to be a trick design and, as it yanked tight, she felt herself suddenly unable to use her hand.  It occurred to her, as she tugged at it a little, that they hadn't mentioned a safe word this time.  Was it the same as last time?  How would she tap out with her hand manacled?<br/><br/>She struggled to listen to the distant voices, knowing it was important but finding it hard to focus with the cock lodged in her mouth and other pressing concerns.  She repeated the name Paolo several times mentally to try and reinforce it.  She knew they were up to no good, though how had Mark gained such influence?<br/><br/>The thought was dashed from her mind as Jamal produced a knife and cut at her bra.  At least it wasn't hers, but once again she found herself all but naked for the camera.<br/><br/>She knelt, leaning forward and breasts swaying beneath her, one wrist tied to the bed, the other steadying herself.  She continued to suck as the cock in her mouth even as she felt Trev hook a finger in her panties to pull them to the side to reveal her sex.  She let out a protesting moan around the cock in her mouth, but lifted her hips to allow him a better angle as his fingers slid into her abused, but still wet, sex.<br/><br/>It occurred to her, as she felt her body reacting to the fingers inside of her, that in one day she had doubled her previous sexual partners.  It was an odd thought, and she felt herself flushing slightly as she realized just how deep she had allowed herself to go.  There was no going back now though, and, as her ears strained to listen, at least she was getting information.<br/><br/>Mafia.  Messing with crew.  Proof!  Well, not proof.  She had no recording.  She needed proof, but it was at least confirmation.  She was on the right track, she could blow it all wide open and send them all away for life.<br/><br/>The thought was banished as she was yanked backwards, mouth popping off Jamal's cock as she sucked in several breaths.  She twisted her head to try and see, but the angle made it difficult to see much of the cock she felt pressing against her.  It felt, in her mind, too big.  Could she take it?  She'd never practiced.  She shuddered and a soft moan escaped as he began to press into her, lips parting, muscles resisting.<br/><br/>Pain flared as he suddenly slapped a hanging breast with enough force to smack it into the other.  She whimpered at the pain, even as she rolled her hips on the cock just barely inside of her.  She did want it, and she hated herself for it.  But the script, she suddenly recalled, called for something else.<br/><br/>"Please don't!"  She begged.  "It's too big!"