The actual penetration of her soft, tight ass shuts Elizabeth up for a minute. Her eyes go wide as if she can't really believe that this is happening. Her cheeks, already tight, red and aching, can't help but clinch to try and repel the most unwelcome intruder. Her body is still wet with sweat but Matt can tell, if he cares one way or the other, that she is not at all turned on by this or by him. Still, her tight body, the squirming struggles of her soft thighs as she tries to pull away, her red, punished ass, her pounting, protesting, miserable face, the tears of hate and terror starting to pour down her face, what's right and what's tempting might not be the same thing.

After it's had a moment to sink in, Elizabeth exclaims redundantly "Oh my God, you're really fucking raping me! Fuck you, asshole!" She gives a defiant and now deeply hateful kick with both feet at once, tearing her soft flesh slightly on his hard cock and causing blood to flow over her spanked cheeks. She does, however, manage to go flying forward, toppling the chair over. She kicks futiley on the ground, hoping to get to her feet so she can escape. "You can't get away with this. People know where I am. Let me go now and there won't be any charges."