Thread: || First Floor || - Offices -

Name Rupinder Rupi Vera Location First Floor - Offices Tag Hans Fner, Elizabeth Thorn, open. Rupi watched the other intently, her hair now frazzled and messy from his furious grasp. For a moment she felt a ray of hope, thinking she might have won through to his logical side. But it was only a fools hope, for without warning he smashed his fist right into her nose, causing her to cry out as she and the chair tips over to the ground. Blood leaks from her nose and because of her vampiric nature, it is cold like a dead persons rather than warm like the living. She merely spits on the ground, before her head is smashed onto the carpet by his foot, crushing her windpipe. Black spots begin to pervade her vision. Rupi does not resist. Her arms are at her side. She has the strength, recently fed. She could easily do it. For a moment she envisions herself doing it, rising with a roar and snapping the mans neck. But she didnt. Instead she lays meekly, letting him have his way as he crushes her with his foot. She wasnt going to stop her work because of this and his threats. Finally he lets off, causing her to gasp with desperation as air rushes back into her lungs. She lays there for a moment, dazzled, unaware of what he is saying next. That is, until she hears him speak into the radio, ordering the men back in. Then her neck was grabbed, causing her to chortle as she is choked, forced more onto her knees then onto her feet. And then more, the pressure really applying. Her eyes are forced shut as it becomes too much, small whimpers of pain escaping from her. She made no movement to grab at his arms, instead holding on to the desk or the leg of the overturned chair. But after a moment, Rupi opens her eyes and glances at him, fury burning in her grey eyes. His insults about her intelligence or beauty mean nothing. She does not shut her mouth against his kiss, but doesnt react either and merely gasps as her neck is bitten, more of the cold blood flooding into the collar of her lab coat. She looked quite the mess, tumbling to the ground in a flutter of her black hair. The spit is disgusting, but Rupi does nothing, merely repeating in her mind that she could suffer through this and endure. No! She croaks, finally breaking as Hans threatens to kill Natalya if she refuses him a service. Her voice is weak and raspy, unable to fully state the word. He knew about her feelings and there was nothing she could do now. No, stop. Ill do it. She declares, raising herself up a little, grabbing the edge of his desk for support. Ill do whatever you want. Justdont give the order. She begs, keeping her eyes downcast. It wasnt humiliating for her to do this. She was willing to sacrifice herself. She kept on repeating it. Natalya will live. Pain and discomfort is temporary. But lifefull of endless possibilities. Shell have it. I wont. Shuffling closer, her hands move to the front of his trousers, unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down. She had done this before, it was nothing new. Her hands quickly dig through the front of his undergarments, finding his flaccid cock and pulling it free. The meaty white organ was before her face, contrasting to her own brown flesh. Rupi doesnt look up at him, merely closing her eyes as she opens her mouth to encompass him. Holding him by the base of his shaft, she begins to pump her head, building him to full erection. Then placing her hands on either side of his hips, she relaxes her throat as she presses her face forward, taking his entire length down her throat. As before, she had done this previous and could again. For her. Soon enough, she was vigorously sucking, the noise filling the room.