How horrendous. She entered the lavatory and checked each stall to make sure they were empty. Finding herself alone, she locked herself in the corner ...stall. Muttering curses, she removed her skirt and panties and left them folded on the toilet paper dispenser. She sat on the toilet, her face in her hands, contemplating her shame. The heat of the collar increased, telling her that it was now or never.Sighing in reluctance, she reached between her legs and began toying with her slit. Her fingers. Everything seems so boring without power. “Beep!” It knows I’m watching. It’s screams for help only mean that it needs the electricity as much as I do. At least someone understands. Back to the kitchen, more dull counters and floors. My eyes wander to the fifty dollar electric blender that I saw on a website and just had to have. What good does it do me now? Suddenly, as I look longer at it, the thing I want most in the whole universe is to use that blender, to blend something together inside. Moving to her head, he fills her mouth with his still hard, cum dripping cock, and groans at the pleasure she is creating, sucking and licking it. He drives it deeper into her, forcing her to deep throat it. Her pussy contracts and spasms again, forcefully, and with load moan, he cums once more. Filling her mouth, she is forced to swallow, in her mind, being used as the slut she hides inside.Pulling his cum drained cock from her mouth, he utters another phrase and she once again lies. I could have shot him or knocked him down, even close up, but that would have put the explosion within 10-12 feet of the crouching visitors, way too close. The explosion would be lethal!When picked for the detail, we'd been briefed that these suicide bombs sometimes had a position-sensing fuse; safe if the man was upright, but if he fell to the ground, the detonator would go off,So I had to keep him upright and get him away. So I charged the fucker and threw my body into him. I stopped him dead.