Helena let out a gasping moan as Trev shoved himself into her.  She was more aroused than she wanted to admit but, even given all that had happened, she was far from prepared.  It didn't help that she felt a bit sore from her earlier encounter.  She wasn't used to lacking her regeneration and defences.  She whimpered in response to his words, half-acted, and tried to focus on what was being said.  The next move, the sudden thrust and rapid fucking, made certain she couldn't focus on anything else.  It was far from a pleasant fuck but, somehow, the pain and discomfort only served to build the feelings rapidly building inside of her.  She felt degraded, she felt used, and she was enjoying it.<br/><br/>She didn't fight as they rolled her onto her back.  She spread her legs as wide as she could, as much to try and limit the discomfort as for anything for the camera.  Her panties still strained over her hips, pulled to the side but not removed.  Her arm was still outstretched, while her other arm clawed at the bedding.<br/><br/>Although flattened, even on her back her breasts were prominent and bounced with the thrusting.  The sudden appearance of Jamal's ass in her face was almost more degrading than the rest.  She was left with a view of little else as he straddled her, as he painfully shoved her breasts together and used them for his own pleasure.  It was a first for Helena, an odd sensation she wasn't sure what to make of.