Bruno is still awake!!!!

Swiftly Max hopped onto the cell’s little cot to inspect the window closer. The bars looked solid. She gripped them tightly and pulled with all her might… nothing. Not even with her enhanced strength she stood a chance to break through this window. Damned!

A quiet, pain-filled moan arose from behind her. Max body froze in alarm as she could hear Bruno shift behind her. She might not like him, but the guy could definitely take his share of punches.

She looked over her shoulder so see him propping himself up on his elbows with a grimace of agony as he felt his chin to check for damage. He blinked several times in a row and Max knew that he was trying to focus… If he could get his thoughts together before she knocked him out she’d loose.

With a powerful leap, fuelled by blind panic, she jumped down from the cot and aimed a kick to Bruno’s head. The **** should definitely take him out, if not break his neck… she’d do the world a favor!

“Stop!”

Max cried out inwardly as her brain took Bruno’s high-pitched, girlish scream for mercy as an order and **** her whole body to freeze. Her toes were less than an inch away from his stubbly chin, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t. She was trapped again!

Bruno cowered on the dirty cement floor. His eyes were squinted shut in expectation of the blow he’d inevitably receive and soft whimpers escaped his throat.

Several seconds passed while Max begged her body to respond and Bruno couldn’t find the courage to open his eyes. Finally he made it and looked up, his eyes -full of surprise- meeting hers -full of desperation- before being magnetically dragged down. Max’s kick-stance spread her legs wide enough of her could comfortably look up her skirt and see the wet spot on the front of her panties which were bunched up in her slit and clearly showed the outlines of her bald pussy.

After a startled moment Bruno tore his gaze away from this charming sight and crawled backwards, until he pulled himself up with the help of a chair, still groaning in pain. Surprised he saw that Max still kept her pose, motionless.

“Why did you stop?” he asked, still unsure if she may had knocked him out and he dreamed all this.

“Because you told me so!” the answer left Max’s mouth before she knew what happened, yet her body still **** her to freeze.

“Because I told you so?” Bruno asked incredulous, “Why would you do what I tell you?”

Again, there was nothing she could do to prevent it: “Manticore brainwashed me so I have to follow every single order given to me!” Now it was done. Over…

The answer hit Bruno like one of her punches. His mind raced, yet he still wasn’t sure what to make of this, if she maybe just played a game with him. “Follow every order”, he scoffed his disbelief dripping in every single syllable, “Yeah, sure, kitty! If that is so then strip out of that uniform, cunt!”

With a sour look he lifted his shirt and checked for damage her knee might have inflicted. Maybe a cracked rib. Bitch!

As he lifted his eyes his jaw dropped. Scattered on the floor lay the skirt of the police uniform and the blouse. Max stood there, in the middle of his cell, clad only in black, lacy underwear, knee-high leather-boots and with the police-cap on her head. Her eyes were cast down and her cheeks were blushed red in shame while her full, bra-encased tits rose and fell with the quick rhythm of her nervous breathing.

A wide, maniacal grin spread out on Bruno’s face. Maybe she wasn’t playing games. Maybe she really had to obey! Stripped or not, the biggest clue still was that that cocky little mouth of hers was quiet… Oh, he’d make her pay for some things now!

“Max, look at me!” he ordered, a healthy amount of arrogance had eased its way into his voice, now that he felt in control again. As her eyes met his, what he saw was a wild mix of hate, fear and… excitement?! Was she getting off to this?

“Take that bra off!” he said hoarsely, watching as her arms moved with mechanical precision, opened the clasp and let the fine piece of lingerie slide down her arms and drop to the floor. Bruno licked his lips as Max’s tits bounced free. Big and round and soft mounds of caramel-colored perfection, topped off with cute, light-brown little nipples, standing pertly out into the cool air of the cell. He instantly knew he’d play with those plenty. They just begged for it… but for now other things had priority!

“Now loose the thong!” he hissed, bathing in the plea in her eyes as her hands reached down, her thumbs hooked into the waistband and then she pulled her panties down her long legs, over her boots and stepped out of them. Bruno let out a breath he didn’t realize he had held as she exposed her privates to him. A completely hairless mound with thin little outer lips of a dirty-brown color and her inner labia were just peeking out a little bit. And it was instantly obvious how wet she was! Her juices were literally dripping down her inner thighs. She had to be incredibly turned on for this kind of moisture. The muscles on her inner thighs were actually shivering slightly.

“Turn around” Bruno’s voice was shaking now, excitement making him feel like a fifteen-year-old again. Shit, this was unreal! He’d dreamed of this ass since the first time he had laid eyes on her, all that time ago at Sonrisa’s. Now it was his for the taking! As Max turned around and bared her perfect, heart-shaped butt to him, Bruno felt his boner rub uncomfortably against the rough fabric of his prison jumpsuit. Quickly he unzipped it and let it fall to the floor, now stark-naked since he hadn’t worn anything underneath. He grabbed his dick and stroked himself slowly as he stepped up to Max, his gaze glued to her full, firm buttocks, even more accentuated by the slight heels of her police-boots.

He heard Max whimper softly as he reached out and touched the crack of her ass, feeling her soft skin for the first time.

He gave her a sharp spank. “Bend over, bitch! And spread those cheeks! I wanna see that pooper!”

Max sobbed audibly, but complied nonetheless, leaning forward until her upper body was level with her hips, then she reached back, grabbed her buttocks, apparently decisive, and pulled them apart.

Bruno had to bite his cheek hard as she exposed her most intimate of places to him. It was incredibly perfect! The smallest, tightest little rosebud you could imagine, slightly raw and reddened though, apparently the cops had had some fun with her…

Bruno looked up after drinking the sight in for a while and noticed Max shoulders were rocked with light sobs. He smiled, didn’t even feel the slightest pang of guilt. Leaning over her he grabbed her hair roughly, pulled her head back, knocking the police-cap of her head in the process and brought his mouth up to her ear, while his other hand wandered down to her leaking cunt, collected some of her plentifully flowing juices and massaged them all over the puckered starfish of her asshole, making Max shudder even harder.

“Do you think all this is incredibly degrading?” he whispered, knowing she was **** to answer.

“Yes” she whined, followed by a sharp intake of breath as he suddenly pushed one juice-coated finger into her sore ass.

“Let me ask you something, Max: You run around with those tight clothes and that badass-bitch-attitude all the time and take on the meanest goons of Seattle… Do you ever fantasize about something like this? Being overpowered and just used for their pleasure? Do you get off to that?”

Max wished the ground would open and swallow her up. Her face burned in shame and tears of misery ran down her cheeks as Bruno not only violated the most intimate places of her body, but now abused her mind too. “Yes…” she sobbed, hating herself for it.

“Nice…” Bruno growled, “A girl that gets off to being humiliated! We’ll have a lot of fun, you and I!”