Yes

You sigh, “alright then, fine.”

“Th- thank you,” she stammers, trying to get onto her feet, but failing and falling back onto her hands and knees.

Looking down at her you do feel sorry for her, but not sorry enough to let her off without punishing her for wasting your time...

You push a button on your wall intercom and speak into it, “medic, my office.”

“On our way,” comes the brusque reply.

“S-sir? It’s okay. I think I can just make my way slowly back to my room,” she says, crawling a fee feet to the wall and using it to prop herself as she slowly rises to her feet.

“No, no, you can’t walk,” you chide.

“I can walk,” she says, taking a few pained steps, “see?”

“No, I don’t think you can walk at all, you can’t even stand,” you say, “in fact, I’m pretty sure you’re ****.”

“Uhh... sir?” she asks, a little confused.

Without further explanation, you step forwards and grab her breasts. Gripping them tightly, you push her back against the wall and slam your knee into her injured crotch.

“EYAAGH!” she screams.

Your knee lifts up into her crotch a second... Third... Fourth!... and FIFTH! time, each one harder than the last. Her mouth is gaping open silently as she grimaces in agony. You release her tits, grabbing her arms as she slides down the wall onto her knees.

Pinning her hands to the wall above her head, you start brutally kicking her between the legs again. Each full-**** impact rocks her against the wall behind her. You keep it up, even when her eyes roll up as she passes out from the pain. You hold her in position and continue punishing her poor pussy until the medics finally arrive with a stretcher to take her to the infirmary.

The end?