No, he has not

Nancy heard him chuckle. Now that her euphoria subsided her wits returned and she realized how she had acted. Her cheeks blushed with shame under the coating of congealing jizz. How could that have happened? How could she have liked it to get fucked in the ass. Her eyes closed, she sensed Beretta standing up.

“You know what, McKenna!” Beretta grinned as he took in the sight of Nancy's heaving tits, her cum-painted face, flushed stomach and blushing, swollen pussy, “You really are a great fucktoy! Maybe I will keep you...” He approached her. “I'll take you with me to my cozy island exile. I'll keep you in a box and whenever I feel like it I will fuck you in your ass! You'll be my little anal pet, McKenna! Look,” he reached out and grabbed the belt, “You even have a leash alr-AARGH!”

As soon as his fingers touched the leather strap Nancy's left, uncoated eye snapped open and before Beretta realized that the fire had returned to her gaze, and with a vengeance, it was too late. Seeing him bent over her, Nancy's legs straightened and she used all the **** in her thighs to push herself off the ground, using the top of her head like a ram and crashing straight into Beretta's face as she jumped to her feet.

It gave a sickening crack as the gangster's nose was crushed.

“AAAAAH!” the man howled, stumbling backwards blindly as blood gushed from his broken nose. He didn't see Nancy stepping in and aiming and when her right shin sailed through the air in a vicious arc to hit him in the temple like a club he never saw it coming. He was **** before he hit the ground.

“Fucking bastard...” Nancy hissed as she tumbled and fell down as well, landing hard on her back. After the short burst of adrenaline her power was sapped again. Lying on the dirty carpet, naked, her hands cuffed behind her back and her face caked in cum, Nancy took a deep breath. She stared at the ceiling for a good minute before a lightheaded giggle came from her mouth.

“Godfuckingdamned!” she grinned to herself, feeling her body still tingle with the overwhelming rough sex, “Sometimes I love this job...”

She winced when she finally sat up. Both of her nether holes were sore and she felt like she would need a few days to recover... With a glance she checked on Beretta and saw him still unconsciously bleed into the carpet.

Clumsily she made her way to her feet and found the keys to the handcuffs. With her fingers still shaking it took her a moment to unlock them behind her back, but she managed. Taking a deep breath she then cuffed Beretta's hands around the pipe of the room's radiator. It looked sturdy enough.

“Tag, you're it!” she muttered, feeling giddy. Finally! No matter what, she would not let the slick fucker loose again. So what if he was naked when people arrived to pick him up! She'd just tell him he had been fucking a whore when she arrived and had resisted arrest. The whore had taken off. It was the truth, only with some key details withheld...

Still naked she stood and walked over to the mirror.

“Jesus Christ!” she gasped in honest shock at her reflection. Now that the lustful haze had worn off the state of her was truly shocking. She barely recognized the woman underneath the coating of spit and cum that glazed her face. That really was a cum dumpster as the bold, red letters advertised. If anything about this would ever be known she would be ruined.

Quickly she collected the phones, both hers and the suspect's. Knowing what kind of pictures were on it she was relieved to see that there was no internet connection, so they were not in the cloud. She'd have to hold on to the phone. It was not the kind of data she wanted the IT guys to have...

Looking at her own phone she saw that Syd had tried calling left a voicemail.

“Hey, Nancy, are you alright?! You don't answer and I am getting worried. I got Wesson. He was where you said he would be. Great work, we got the son of a bitch! But are you okay?! I'm worried! I'm coming by!”

“Fuck,” Nancy muttered. Seeing that the call was ten minutes old she calculated that her partner would arrive in less than fifteen minutes. Hurrying to the shower, Nancy McKenna rushed to clean herself up before the reinforcements arrived.

Patrick would have to be content with a blowjob tonight. She had gotten everything she could take and then some...