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Natasha stands up and walks over to the sink and washes the cum off her face. Her wash also cleans off the Sweet Dreams chemical. ‘I’m gonna have to kill the Watch Captain’ she thinks. The Watch amateur Captain walks up to her and yanks on her hair with one hand and gropes her breasts roughly with the other. “I don’t know what your little game is, but it ain’t gonna work on me.” He growled. “You may have come in here expecting a little fun, but after I’m through with you, you’re gonna regret it.” He kicks her legs apart with his and unzips. Internally Natasha yawned. This pathetic man was nothing new, but she had her part to play. “No, please mister, don’t hurt me.” She knows exactly what kind of man he is. “Beg me. Beg ‘daddy’ to forgive his little girl” “Daddy i’m sorry, please don’t punish me.” “You’ve been a bad girl, and need to be punished.” He spanks her hard. “No, please Daddy.” Natasha begins to cry crocodile tears. All part of the fantasy. At the Red Room she learned the best way to end a rape was to tire out the rapist, by becoming his fantasy. He roughly bends her over the sink, the yanks her hair, jerking her head up. “Look at me when I punish you.” Natasha looks him in the eye through the reflection in the mirror. He rams his cock into Natasha’s asshole. He pulls back, then rams in again. Whereas the other guards kept a gentle tempo, this guard’s intent was to sexually damage Natasha. “No daddy, please. You’re hurting me.” Natasha had to keep herself from rolling her eyes as she said that. She had been fucked by bigger, rougher men than this rent-a-cop. Natasha continued to groan with each thrust to drive his ego. With his final thrust he let go of her hair and grabbed her by the hips indian with both hands and pulled her into him as he thrust. He came in her ass. Her muscles were not letting his fingers move much. The boys continued to ring the bell and bang the door amateur while Desh was in the bath. Once she had sucked it clean, she lied down on the shower floor and I attacked her, hammering her pussy like I was plowing snow. I had a full view of the blowjob. I had become his little cock whore for the time being. Despite her thirst, Meeka didn’t take the water, continuing to stare at him, demanding answers he wasn’t giving. I got a snack and waited on the dirt path instead, if they really need me to hold their hand and drag them to the mansion myself then that was what I was going to do. CHAPTER 6 Julie laughed. Mistress and servant rolled together on their comfortable bed, indian their hands and tongues exploring one another as if it was their first time. If your lover isn’t wet, she isn’t ready. Almost as if this is his only opportunity. "A better question would be who the hell is she?"