15 minutes too long

Nancy entered the room to find Vincent sitting at the table, in the chair. His briefcase was on the table with a manila document envelope on top. Nancy closed the door, turning the lock.

As the lock clicked, Nancy lunged at Barretta in a rage, her left forearm pushing at his neck, forcing his sitting form to the wall. As his chair hit the wall, Nancy raised him up and with her right hand, drawing her gun and shoved the barrel into Vince's left cheek.

"What the fuck have you done with my daughter!?" Nancy growled, pressing the muzzle harder into his cheek, almost to the point of bruising.

"You better check yourself, Detective McKenna. It is neither of our goals to get you fired." Vince calmly responded, despite his throat being constricted.

Nancy released the pressure and backed off, keeping her gun trained on Vincent, as he picked up the chair and envelope and resumed his sitting position. He opened the envelope and emptied it's contents face up on the table.

"As you can see by these photos" Vince started "that are time stamped to 20 minutes ago, after our last conversation, your charming step daughter is seen here." he pointed "enjoying a coffee at a nearby Starbucks with a young man who is under my employ. She will stay safe and sound and oblivious to our arrangement until I see fit to change that status."

"Bullshit! I tried to call her, but it went straight to voicemail."

"Let's save some time. Izzy turned her phone off to enjoy her date. You can confirm this when you see her later. I am here to ensure that I can freely move around the city but also start our arrangement. Now put the gun down in the corner, next to the door. You won't need that for now."

Nancy backed away to the corner and placed her gun down on floor, safety on, while Vince, still sitting, took out another envelope from his case and slid it across the table.

"Please look at this."

Still standing, Nancy ripped open the envelope to find smaller photos, this time of her with Vince from the hotel, each seemingly more degrading and perverted than the next. Looking at these, she almost lost control again, before holding herself back.

"What do you want? What kind of **** bullshit is this?" Nancy demanded.

"What I am demanding from you now is to shut up, say nothing until I say you can. Nod if you understand?"

Nancy said nothing, nodding slowly while her eyes welled up with tears. She'd been in that room less than 5 minutes with him, but already felt defeated, powerless to refuse his orders. Must keep my head for Izzy, she thought.

"Good, now stand here facing the table." Vincent ordered, pointing to his left. Nancy did as instructed, not sobbing, but her eyes reddening as tears slowly flowed from embarrassment.

Vincent stood up, taking his case off the desk and manuveured behind her, savouring this moment briefly.

"Drop your pants!" He ordered. Nancy looked over her shoulder with eyes pleading. Vince captured her gaze with his intense stare. The was to be no negotiating out of this.

"Now Detective!" He demanded. Nancy fumbled with her buttons and zipper, her black pants falling around her ankles to reveal her butt cheeks mostly on display, her ass clad only in a thong.

"Well done. Now bend over the desk, lay you face down facing right and have your wrists crossed behind your back."

Nancy complied, her flushed face feeling the cool metallic desk, her breasts squashed down. Her wrists laying on top of each other on the small of her back.

"Good girl. Now according to the clock on the wall, in your view, it is 2.18pm. How many minutes left, until your partner joins us?"

Nancy gasped at the thought of being seen in this position.What time did she enter the room... 2.10.

Thinking quickly, and remembering to be silent, Nancy unclenched her fists and held out 7 digits behind her back.

"Seven minutes? I can work with that. Keep an eye on the clock, don't move and don't clench." Vincent placed his left hand firmly on Nancy's wrists, effectively binding them to her back.

Nancy stared in abject terror, watching the second hand make it's steady movement across the clock face. She tried to keep her breathing under control, but flinched as she heard the silence punctured by the sound of Vincent's briefcase unlatching.

She could hear something she could not descern, but unbeknownst to her it was a small pump bottle of lube being used. She tucked 1 finger in indicating six minutes left.

Nancy flinched again when she felt her thong being pulled to the side and Vincent's slick fingers on his right hand, palming her mound, applying lube to her cunt. To Nancy's shame, and Vince's surprise, he found that she was already dripping with need.

"So, Detective," as Barretta began sliding his fingers around the folds of her pussy lips, spreading the moisture and finding her clit already engorged, "Seems like you might be enjoying this already." Circling around her nub, her gave her pearl a gentle squeeze, eliciting a soft moan from Nancy as her eyes closed succumbing to the pleasure.

SLAP.

Vincent's large sticky palm landed painfully on Nancy's right butt cheek, leaving an immediate pink hue hand print, eliciting a stifled yelp.

"Pay attention to the clock!" Vincent ordered, spanking the other cheek with equal venom, "We'll have time for proper fun and games another time."

Nancy's eye flew open tracking the clock...four minutes. She felt lube being generously applied directly to her anus, followed by a thick finger massaging her ring then easily slipping inside, probing her hole in a sawing motion.

Nancy felt her world spiralling. She felt the burning sting in her butt cheeks further enhance debauched sensations she unwillingly enjoyed from having her rectum lubricated and massaged. She tried desperately not to buck or raise her hips up to offer easier access. She so wanted to grind her self against the edge of the table, and pop her clit.

As soon as Vincent could feel Nancy's sphincter twitching rhythmically to his finger's skillful ministrations, he replaced his finger with a cold metallic butt plug that was swallowed by her anus. Nancy, with one hand was clenched, knuckles turning white, sweat pouring down her forehead, her legs quivering as she struggled to relax as the large object was inserted up her previously most private area.

As the flared end nestled against her butt cheeks, she felt Vincent's hand leave her wrists, and her thong returned to centre. Nancy felt like she was riding a wave and was on the precipice of an incomin orgasm, until her stopped her torment. One minute.

"Get dressed." Vince ordered, tossing her a handkerchief he had in his pocket, while he used a wet wipe to clean his hands.

A shaking Nancy readjusted her clothing, refastening her pants and dabbing the sweat from her face, while Vincent returned to his seat, collecting up the photos and returning them to his case.

Just then, a knock at the door was sounded, Syd presumably wanting to start the interview. Nancy looked over at Vincent.

"Yeah, let her in, but first, pick up your gun. And feel free to talk, but please, keep a civil tongue in your head!"

Nancy walked to the door, feeling the buttplug nestled in her ass, gently massaging her G spot from the opposite side with each step. Picking up the gun, she gasped, feeling the walls of her bowels stretch and tighten as she bent down band back up. And Nancy knew she was going to have to sit for the next part.