A sharp cry escaped Hilda's lips as Yanch-Can pushed himself into her tight rear passage, stretching her open bit by excruciatingly delicious bit. Despite the initial discomfort, she welcomed the invasion of her most intimate space, reveling in the feeling of complete surrender. "Yes!" she screamed out, nails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of unbearable bliss washed over her. "More! Give me more!"

With renewed vigor, Yanch-Can picked up speed, thrusting harder and deeper into Hilda's tight ass, groans muffling into her plump, pillowy lips. His strong arms wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush together, creating an unbreakable bond between them. The sound of wet slapping echoed through the empty hallway outside Hilda's office door, barely masked by the soft murmurs coming from within. In sync with each powerful thrust, Hilda arched her back, meeting each brutal impact with equal ferocity. Sweat dripped down their sweaty bodies, mixing together in a sticky mess that only served to heighten their already ravenous hunger for more.

Hilda's breath came in short gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath Yanch-Can's muscled torso. A small whimper escaped her throat as he announced his intention to defile her further, yet another thrill coursing through her veins like electric current. "Oh yes… Cum inside me," she begged, her words nearly indiscernible. "Make me yours completely." With one final forceful push, Yanch-Can buried his entire length inside Hilda's quivering ass, triggering an earthshattering orgasm so intense it seemed to reverberate throughout the entire university campus. Inside Hilda's torn apart rectum, Yanch-Can let loose a hot stream of thick, viscous semen, filling her to brimming with his seed. He held himself inside her, savoring this moment of absolute power and domination over the once proud head principal.

Panting heavily, Hilda slowly began to regain control over herself. As the waves of ecstasy subsided, reality crept back in; she had just been violated in ways she thought impossible, her dignity stripped away piece by agonizingly pleasurable piece. Yet despite all that had transpired, there remained a lingering sense of satisfaction, of completion. Looking up at Yanch-Can, tears streaming down her face, Hilda nodded weakly. "I am yours," she whispered hoarsely. "Do whatever you wish with me."

Obediently, Hilda struggled out of Yanch-Can's grip, wincing as every movement sent fresh jolts of pain shooting through her bruised ass. Gingerly, she straightened her disheveled clothing before turning towards him, uncertainty etched across her features. But what choice did she really have? Taking a deep breath, she mustered up the strength to meet Yanch-Can's gaze steadily. "Alright," she said quietly. "Let's go."

As Yanch-Can lifted her effortlessly, Hilda wrapped her slender arms around his broad shoulders, burying her face against his neck, unable to suppress a soft moan of pure bliss. Despite everything that had happened, part of her was still reveling in the feeling of being wanted, desired – needed. It was a fleeting sensation, but it was enough for now. With trembling legs, Hilda clung tightly to Yanch-Can, refusing to relinquish her newfound source of comfort and security.