Bite down!

That bastard! Before the savage throat-fucking overwhelms you completely, you bite down on Sam's invading cock as hard as you can!

"AAAHH! Fucking BITCH!" Sam rolls off you onto his back, **** to get his dick clear of your gnashing teeth, and you see a very satisfying glint of red on it as he pulls it out. You know that you won't have a chance against the powerful athlete if he regains his composure, so you do the only thing you can do. You jump to your feet, ignoring your screaming lungs, and land a hard kick between Sam's legs before he can react! With him now thoroughly disabled for at least a few seconds, you hurriedly pull on your clothes - not bothering with your underwear - and sprint out of his apartment before he can recover. By the time you get downstairs, you have tidied yourself up a little, looking more freshly-fucked and less freshly-almost-enslaved.

As the pure shock of it all subsides, it is replaced with seething, blinding rage. You are going to KILL Mandy for this. And that motherfucker Sam, too! You pound the Earth into submission beneath your stomping feet as you make your way home, thunderclouds trailing behind you to herald your coming vengeance, and the sea of people splitting and fleeing in terror before your righteous fury.

Or, at least, that's what it feels like.

Finally home safe, you lie down on your bed and begin plotting your **** anew.