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Marsha's eyes widen as she realizes what's about to happen. She tries to resist, but the director is too strong. He pushes her down onto the floor, face first, and spreads her legs apart.

"Please, no," Marsha whimpers, but her protest falls on deaf ears.

The director rummages through a drawer and pulls out a large dildo.

It's a double-headed dildo, with one end slick and smooth, and the other end ribbed for added pleasure. He grins wickedly as he approaches Marsha, who is still lying face down on the floor.

"Please, no," Marsha whimpers, her voice muffled as she tries to wriggle out of the director's grasp. But the director is too strong. He grabs her by the hips and pulls her back towards him.

"Relax, Marsha," he says, his voice low and menacing. "This will be good for you, trust me."

The director's grip on her hips tightens as he forces the slick end of the dildo inside of her. Marsha's body tenses up as she feels the cold, hard object invading her.

"No, stop, please!" she cries out, her voice shaking with fear and pain.

But the director ignores her pleas and begins to thrust the dildo in and out of her, each movement causing her more pain and discomfort.

"Please, it hurts," Marsha whimpers, tears streaming down her face.

The director's grip on her hips tightens as he continues to thrust the dildo in and out of her, each movement causing her more pain and discomfort.

"You need to get used to it, Marsha," the director says, his voice cold and detached. "This is what you're going to have to do from now on. You're going to have to learn to take it like a good girl."

Marsha's body tenses up even more as she feels the dildo being pushed deeper inside of her. She tries to push back, but the director's grip is too strong.

"No, no, no," she cries out, her voice shaking with fear and pain. "Please, stop. I can't take it anymore."

The director's grip on her hips tightens as he continues to thrust the dildo in and out of her, each movement causing her more pain and discomfort.

But then, he suddenly stops. Marsha's body relaxes slightly, thinking it's finally over. But she's wrong. The director's eyes light up with excitement as he looks down at his crotch. Marsha follows his gaze and sees that he's hard again, his small penis erect and twitching with anticipation.

"Oh, Marsha," he says, his voice low and menacing. "You're so wet and ready for me. I think it's time I take care of you myself."