Nearly...Maybe next time

"Well, fun though this has been, I gotta bail!" Vincent wheezed, catching his breath from their fuck marathon.

Nancy, now sitting on her knees, her hands still cuffed from behind, stared blankly down at the floor out of her ungooed left eye while Beretta rummaged around the room for his clothes, putting on his briefs, pants and socks on. Her body still overloaded with endorphins, her mind still shut down to nothing but the orgasmic sensations she'd just received.

His sadistic nature only sexually sated, Vincent returned his attention to Nancy, crouching down and lifting her chin with his left hand, holding her badge, trying to get her eye contact.

"You still in there whore?" Vincent askes rhetorically, not really expecting a vocal answer, just wanting to catch her vision before administering her next ordeal. Nancy didn't respond, still mentally locked away in her own world. Vincent gave her a couple of slight slaps to her face, asserting his will for her attention. Finally focusing her attention to his stare, her mind unclouding enough to see renewed menace in the gangster's eyes.

"Oof!" Nancy coughed as Vincent viciously delivered a right punch to her mid section, holding back his full **** so as not to break a rib, but hard enough to take the wind out of her. Nancy crumpled to the floor, laying on her left side her legs curling up to a fetal position.

Nancy began sobbing upon the realisation of all that transpired, her tears running down her face, washing the cum slightly from her left eye. She offered no resistance as Vincent reinserted her badge in her mouth, though sticking out enough for the badge number to be visible on the photos he was now taking from multiple angles with his phone.

"Filthy bitch!" Vincent sneered as he took his last snaps, and for final measure he tied her feet together with the motel telephone cable. Beretta finished getting dressed and dropped Nancy's phone and handcuff keys in front of her face.

Nudging her with his shoe to get her attention he stated "I'm keeping your gun for now. Maybe I'll give it back to you on our next rendezvous. You better come when I call you, I have your number. And I have your partner's number. You don't want me sharing these pics with anyone and you don't want your gun involved in any crimes do you?"

Nancy glared angrily at Vincent, knowing that for now, he had her over a barrel and she was sure he wasn't going to make her life pleasant. Vincent grabbed his bag and went for the door before turning around.

"Well, looks like I've missed my getaway, so I'll have to go off grid for a while. Don't look for me, lest you want this all to go public. Your partner must have grabbed Wesson by now, that should be enough of a win. See ya later Piggy!" and with that, Beretta left.

Nancy stared and breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind him. She had it in her mind that the door would be left open for her to subjected to anyone who might be wandering the corridors. This wasn't the most up market of motels!