Spin around and towards Ingrid

He tensed his body and feeling a moment of weakness, spinning around and was now facing her.

His face in front of her crotch, he looked up and saw her hanging from the pipe, a terrifying look in her eyes as her face was contorted in exertion. She kept applying pressure with her head-crushing thighs maintained the brutal pressure. However the pressure had shifted slightly to the sides of his head instead of his neck and despite the pain he was able to remain conscious. He leaned back with all his might, trying to **** her to let go off the pipe, before the pressure would make him pass out.

To his horror she increased the pressure, making it feel like his head was crushed in between two steel slabs. The terrible pain in his skull and threatening to break his jaw and smash his teeth had reduced him to tears and he felt his head spin, however he kept pulling back, hoping she would lose her grip on the pipe before he would pass out. Finally after what seemed an eternity in the female leggy hell, the mind-destroying pressure suddenly vanished. As her mighty thighs opened and Ingrid dropped from the pipe. As she landed she smacked her elbow down upon the top of his head like a hammer, sending him stumbling back in agony.

As Ingrid landed she instantly took the folding knife in her right hand and flicked it open. The sharp knife glistened in the light of the machine room.

Standing side on she looked at Korak as the two stood there cautiously.

''You and I jungle boy.'' Ingrid spoke fiercely as she gestured with her left hand for him to come at her.

''Come on!'' She shouted, excitement in her voice.