Chapter 8: Sandra makes a powerful enemy

Sandra was the first to regain her composure. She pushed the director back. His flaccid penis slid out of her moist receptacle trailing a slimy thread. When she tried to get up, she heard a crunching noise. She just had broken the glasses her **** had lost when jumping her. The director was not amused and clumsily tried to get to his feet.

“Director, what happened? Do you need help?”

Gertrude was standing in the doorway. She probably had been alerted by the crashing of the chair and other noises her boss made while defiling Sandra.

“I do not remember having called you. Out of my office, or you will have another round in station black.”

The enigmatic remark let the guard blanche and hastily make an exit.

When Sandra was finally standing, she took in the picture of the completely disheveled authority figure. His trousers at his ankles, his pitiful organ still full of his and her juices, he was squinting short-sightedly.

Sandra felt pity for him. She wanted to laugh, ridicule him even further but somehow, in all his viciousness, the man in front of her had just shown his human weakness.

Sandra thought ‘What the fuck …’ and went down on her knees. He had wanted her to blow him, hadn’t he? She had been fucked and abused several times. Another sexual act didn’t really matter. He flinched when she took his member in her hand. In defense, he put his hand on hers. But then she kissed the sensitive head of his cock and he was easily convinced to give in.

Sandra didn’t really understand what she was doing here. She still hated him, she still wanted to kill him. But he had just fucked her to the best orgasm she ever had. Better even than her adventure with the second warden. In an attempt to rationalize her actions, just before she started to lick him clean, his words came into her mind.

He wanted to put her into her place by fucking her and using her lust and its release as a means of control. By losing it and fucking her like he had done, the tables had started to turn. Of course, she was **** at first but then her body took over and they fucked nearly like lovers. Her blowing him without being ordered to didn’t belittle her in her opinion. On the contrary, she had the helm in her hands in the true sense of the word. The hardening of the joystick of their game was proof of her power over his bodily reactions.

He put his hand on the back of her head. She forgot for a moment the monster he was and pressed her head into his hand, expecting him to caress her. She took him into her mouth now and let her tongue play her enticing game. Her boyfriends had loved that. They also loved her fondling their testicles carefully. This combined with licking their forehead and stroking the shaft always did the trick. She interpreted his hand on her head as a sign that she did everything right. A part of her just started to despise him for treating her like a well-behaved pet. Then …

Sandra had little experience and had never seen porn, where a woman was degraded and abused. Thus, until the director pressed her head with all his might against his thrusting hips, she had never heard about a **** deep throat. She had made the penis she had so lovingly helped to become a tool of lust, to a vicious weapon that stuck deep in her throat. She was retching, starting to vomit with the scarce contents of her stomach nowhere to go, everything was cramping, hurting, and her throat seemed to burst.

After several horrifying seconds, she managed to master her panic and started to breathe through her nose. Then, he taught her the second brutal lesson for the day by squeezing her nose shut while holding her head firmly in place with the other hand.

Thus, she learned about breath play. This was an euphemism if there ever was one. It was definitely no game for Sandra. She forgot about the cock sticking in her throat when her pain was joined by mortal fear. Then she remembered that her hands were free. She tried to push him away and used her nails on the hand holding her head. He was too strong even for her fighting for her life.

“Do you want to breathe? Look at me, girl! If you let go of my hand, I will let you breathe.”

She let go of his hand and he released her nose.

It was difficult because her nose was full of snot. But finally, she managed to get some air into her burning lungs.

He let go of her head a little bit and she tried to get rid of his cock. Before he left her mouth completely though, there was his hand again stopping her head. Her stomach heaved and she vomited past the penis still in her mouth.

“Such a mess! It is easier if you swallow when I say NOW.”

Sandra was sputtering and soiling both herself and the director’s legs and trousers.

Sandra didn’t want to repeat the awful experience. She started to fight and tried to get up from the floor in order to free her feet for kicking her attacker. But he wouldn’t have it. His member slid out of the mouth of the struggling girl. But he immediately caught her head again, ignored her arms and positioned her tightly closed mouth in front of his penis. Then he held her in place with one strong hand clawed into her hair, while he closed her nose again with the other.

She held her breath as long as possible. When she finally couldn't fight the urge to breathe any longer and opened her mouth, only a little air could pass before the fleshy intruder blocked her throat again. She was getting weaker. Her resistance was easily fought off by the director who now started to fuck Sandra’s head for real.

She had slipped into victim mode, her mouth just a wet hole for him to use. Then a small spark at the back of her brain ignited a powder keg of anger. When she opened her eyes and looked up, even met his eyes, he thought, she had finally submitted, and accepted her place. Sandra didn’t fight anymore, but not because she had given up. She collected her power, and waited for the perfect moment.

Before he had any chance to relieve himself directly into her still-hurting stomach, she started to stroke his testicles. Her hands were still free, that sure was the director of his power over her.

Without any warning, she closed her fists around each of his sensitive balls. The howling man jumped back. Just before the head of his penis left her mouth, she closed her jaws with all her might. A fist hit her on the head, another one, to no avail. The director was screaming for help and kicked her chin with his knee. This was alas not the most sensible move as he pushed her teeth even further into his hurting flesh.

He pulled her hair, kicked her again …

Sandra felt a draft when the door opened and jumped up before anybody could reach her. The director was no danger. He cowered in a corner, holding his mauled genitals. Gertrude needed just a second too long to completely understand the scene in front of her. Sandra used the time and took the taser from the desk. Just before she had been shocked into oblivion, she had watched the director handling it. She pressed the correct button and held it against the neck of the female guard. Gertrude collapsed and blocked the door for the two male guards and the woman with the green scarf.

Sandra jumped over still spasming Gertrude, kicked one guard, and tried to reach the other with the taser. Then everything went dark and Sandra lost consciousness with a smile on her lips.