Refuse again, but owe Serrano a favor

"No means no, General. I am not a whore for your entertainment, certainly not to beasts like them."

General Serrano stared quietly at her for a moment, before pulling her close. His grip was vice and rough, arms rippling with muscles that could only be the result of decades of physical training and military discipline.

"I am growing tired of your refusals, Presidente. I had expected better from your father's daughter, but perhaps I was wrong."

His grip tightened, and he pulled her even closer.

"Let me make one thing clear, girl. The soldiers are not the ones you should be afraid of. It is me, and men like me, who decide whether the country goes to hell or heaven. Your father knew that, and so do I. You have no power, not without us."

"Then why did you bring me here? Why bother letting me see all of this? Did you bring me all this way only to threaten me?"

Serrano sneered.

"So you understand the consequences of disregarding what I want. If I don't give these boys a treat soon, they'll be looking for some...other form of entertainment. And who knows how long your bodyguards will be able to hold them off, if I send the whole battalion to your palace."

Isabella swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.

"What is it you want?"

Serrano grinned, pushing her back against the wall.

"One day, I will make a request of you, and you will fulfill it without question. But for now, I will settle for a taste. You've grown up into a beautiful woman, Presidente. Your father would have been proud."

Isabella trembled. She knew what was coming next. Her heartbeat raced, and she struggled to control her breathing, but Serrano's arms were like a vice around her. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth, tasting of cigar smoke and whisky. He pushed her back, and she felt the rough concrete of the wall behind her, scraping against her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. His hands were everywhere, grabbing her breasts, groping her ass, lifting her legs around his waist.

She gasped, but his kiss only deepened. She couldn't breathe, her head swimming, her body going limp in his arms. He finally broke the kiss, and she gulped down air, panting heavily. She felt dizzy, her head spinning, the world tilting on its axis.

"Good girl. Now, I'm sure the Cabinet is wondering where their new Presidente is. We wouldn't want to keep them waiting, now do we? Get on the chopper. I'll escort you back personally."

He grabbed her hand, dragging her along with him towards the waiting helicopter. Isabella stumbled after him, her legs trembling, her mind still reeling from his ****. The journey back was quiet, Serrano staring out the window the entire time, a smirk plastered across his face. Isabella couldn't help but glance at his crotch, seeing the bulge between his legs.

Finally, the chopper touched down, and they exited onto the roof. The sun had fully risen, the sky a brilliant blue, the air warm and humid. Serrano walked her back towards the stairwell, before pausing and turning to her.

"Remember, Presidente. It is not the Cabinet you should be afraid of. You belong to me, now. To me."

Isabella froze. She watched him descend the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the silent hallway, before disappearing down the corridor.

Finally, she gathered the courage to follow after him, towards the lion's den that was the Cabinet meeting.

Gain [Owes Serrano Favor]