Getting there

The girl was unable to put up a fight, she was too shocked, too overwhelmed and too weak willed. Hofmann pulled her from the chair, his hands roamed her body, she was trembling with fear.

“Please, stop this.” She sounded pathetically meek.

He grabbed something from the top drawer of his desk “swallow” he ordered handing her the pill.

“What is that?” The question was barely a whisper, fear was written all over her features.

He spun her around, his hand shot to her throat like a viper, he pushed her onto the desk, her back was now arched and her toes didn't even reach the floor.

“This is an aphrodisiac. You have to options, number one:

You take it, I'll play with you till the effect kicks in and then I'll make you beg me to take you. I'll get enough footage to ruin your life a thousand times over. You'll spend the rest of your life as me sex ****, my property, my whore!

Option two:

You decline, I'll publish the footage I've and do anything in my power to destroy you. And with everything else gone you can join your mom and sister as everyone's whore!

Do you understand slut!”

With every word of that last sentence he smacked down on her pussy.

As his hand left her throat, Lisa slumber to the ground and cried.

“Please don't do this to me.”

“Whore house it is then.” Hoffman said walking around his desk to the computer.

“No! Please.”

“You have one minute to swallow the pill or else…”

Shaking the teen got up and took the pill.

“See, it's not that hard. Now be a good **** and come over here.”

Hanging her head in shame she did as told and sat down on his lap, a yelp of surprise escaped her as she felt Hofmann's hard cock through his trousers. Her attempt to immediately get off him was strifled by his hands pulling her in while claiming her tits and pussy.

“What? Never felt one this big?” He asked mockingly. “Guess your boyfriends came after your father, micro dicked losers!”

“Shut up! Stop insulting my father.” Lisa yelled out between sobs as she was grinded along his shaft.

“So he doesn't have a small dick? How'd you know? Did he pop your cherry? Are you a little **** slut?”

“No! Nobody popped my cherry! Stop saying such things.” She was back to full on crying, while Hofmann sported a devious grin.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered “My little whore is a virgin then, I'll enjoy breaking you.”