No, she can't

“Alright, alright!” she conceded, her voice filled with panic at the prospect of a second finger stretching her sphincter, “I... you bastard! I'm a cum dumpster, okay?!”

“That is true...” Beretta smirked. However, the finger stayed, menacingly. “What else?”

Impaled on a cock, her asshole getting teased, Nancy's mind raced as she searched the right answer. “I'm a whore! A bitch! A slut! A cum bucket!” she rambled desperately, trying to recall every name he had thrown at her, “I... I... I'm a pig!”

“Ooooh, bingo!” she could hear his big shark grin in his voice, “There we go, little piglet. Now oink for me!”

Nancy sobbed. Never in her life had she been so humiliated. The finger in her ass kept her toeing the line. “Oink!” she squealed, closing her eyes in shame as she heard Beretta laugh, “Oink! Oink! Oink!”

As the detective debased herself for his twisted amusement, the young gangster reached for the floor. Keeping his thumb fucking her asshole with his cock stretching her pussy he reached for his pants, which had ended up on the ground next to the chair. While Nancy squealed for him, Beretta grabbed the thin, black leather belt and with a short yank he pulled it free of the loops of his pants.

Working one-handed was a bit tricky, but he managed to work the strap through the buckle to create a big loop, which he then tossed over Nancy's head. The woman gargled mid-oink as he pulled the lasso closed and roughly yanked her upright in his lap.

“Ye-HAW, piggy!” he laughed as Nancy bucked in shock, finger and cock still deeply embedded in her holes, “Time for you to ride bitch, show me those techniques! I want to blow a load all over that slut-face of yours!”

Nancy was exhausted. Her whole body was numb from her orgasms and the tight leash restricted her breathing. Yet she complied obediently, working her wet snatch on Beretta's fat prick as he toyed with her asshole.

Beretta watched with admiration as the tired woman bounced for him. He could sense how tired she was, being choked continuously as well as having cum twice after beating a physically stronger opponent. Nonetheless she worked hard, her cunt still warm and welcoming as she tried her best to coerce his load.

“Fuck yes, detective!” he hissed at her, roughly working her butthole, “Work for that load! That facial! I'm gonna cum all over that face of yours, piggy! Oink for me!”

“Oink!” Nancy screamed, her pussy quivering. She threw her head back. Her sweaty hair stuck in strands to the sticky mess on her face and her mouth hung open breathlessly! Her body was so utterly fucked she could not believe that she was about to cum again, “Oink! Oink!”

As she gyrated her hips like some exotic belly dancer Beretta's thumb slipped from her asshole. To his satisfaction he saw the slightest gape of her sphincter, proving that her anal opening was loosening. He quickly jammed his finger back deep into her ass, giving the leash a firm tug for good measure.

Nancy's squealing was interrupted by her ****, but a second later she continued, utterly lost in a world of sexual humiliation. Everything around her was forgotten as the fit detective worked herself into a frenzy.

“OINK! OINK OINK!” the volume of her **** cries increased. In the distance she could hear Beretta laugh and make fun of her, but it did not matter as she worked towards her release for a third time. Suddenly the finger was pulled from her ass and she received a brutal slap.

SMACK!

“TWERK THAT ASS FOR ME, CUNT!” Vincent shouted loud enough so even she would hear and Nancy obeyed.

“OINK!” While she had never twerked before the movement came to her naturally and her ass bounced up and down. Her shaking cheeks gave a show of her brown, puckered asshole, revealing it in flashes before slapping together.

“FUCK YEAH!” Vincent roared at the sight before he stopped her by yanking on her leash.

“GNNH!” Nancy gargled, flinching at the tight constriction around her neck. Her fists balled as Vincent kept the pressure, forcing her to stop. Sweat was covering her entire body and the muscles in her legs and lower abdomen twitched with exertion. She felt exhausted!

“Get up, bitch!” she heard him hiss from behind her and a moment later she was roughly pulled up by her leash. The gangster's thick cock slid out of her pussy and she felt every small detail of his shaft as it popped free, “Turn around!”

Her legs felt like jello as she complied. Staggering slightly, she moved to face her tormentor, who kept the tension on the leash high. When she faced him it was the first time since he had choked her out and the arrogant grin on his face drove her wild.

To his surprise, Vincent saw the spark of defiance in her eyes as he looked at her. She looked a lot worse for wear now – sweaty, exhausted, her flawless face covered in a mess of all kinds and marred by the smeared lip-stick writing – but the way her eyes narrowed when he tugged on the belt and made her stagger forward was a telltale sign that there was still fight in her.

“Here, bitch!” Beretta decidedly pulled Nancy forward, grabbing her hip to position her so her wet pussy was hovering right over his cock. “I want to see those titties bounce as you ride me!”

Nancy's mouth tightened as she felt him pull her downwards by her leash. For a second she resisted him, unwilling to give him the pleasure of unchallenging obedience, but her slightly-spread legs were weakened by exhaustion and after a few seconds her knees buckled.

“Nnnnh!” Nancy winced, closing her eyes as Beretta's fat cockhead stretched her soft folds open and she felt him slowly slide back into her body. She had to bite her lip to keep from gasping with pleasure at the sensation of her little pussy being speared on his rod of flesh.

Vincent watched her expressions intently, relishing the way her brow furrowed, the muscles of her jaw clenched and the corners of her eyes twitched ever so slightly as she gently eased herself onto his jutting prick, her juicy hole sliding down his length. Detective Nancy McKenna. The tough bitch from the LAPD.

Unseen by her, Vincent's lips curled into a little snarl as she had herself half-way impaled. Without a warning, the young gangster's fingers dug painfully into the soft skin of her hip and he suddenly took all control from her, stopping her downward movement.

“Time to smash!” he grinned.

“Huh!?” Surprised, Nancy blinked to see the cruel grin on Beretta's face right below her and her eyes widened. She did not know what he planned, but the look on his face made her feel uneasy. “Wai-AAAAH!”

Nancy's attempt to bargain ended in a squeal, her mouth and eyes growing wide with shock as Beretta gave a powerful upwards thrust with his hips, hammering his whole length into her lubed-up pussy. The ferocity lifted her off her feet and she felt the young man's ballsack smack heavily against her taint.

“WAAAH! AAAH! AAII! AAAAH!” Nancy's wailing rang through the small, shabby hotel room as the thug pounded her pussy hard and rough, sheathing his steely rod into her at this point well-stretched fucktunnel again and again. Desperately she yanked at the cuffs behind her back, instinctively trying to brace herself to regain some control. His ferocity would have made the tough cop collapse on top of him now as he had all but sapped her strength, however she was cruelly held up by the leash around her neck, dangling over Beretta's lap like some puppet, utterly at his mercy.

“Little cop-slut! Worthless whore! Fucking trash-bitch!” Vincent spat, drinking in the sight of the distraught Detective. Having had a rest for the last few minutes his muscles had recovered and he knew he would be able to keep up his pace for a bit. After she had been the cause of so much headache for him over the last few weeks, her grit and tenacity had caused him to abandon his comfy life in LA and flee, slapping the gorgeous woman around to his heart's content was quite satisfying. He gave her leash another cruel tug, tightening it momentarily which caused her eyes to widen in desperation. Her face was flushing bright red from asphyxiation once again and her mouth formed silent pleas at him, however, when he slackened the noose slightly, all the dumb slut produced was incoherent screaming.

“AAAH! AAII! PLLEEAASE! AAAH! AAAAH!”

SMACK!

Holding her in place with the leash and with her hands secured behind her back there was nothing she could do to stop him from giving her flushed cheek a resounding slap, making her head fly. With a maniacal grin he then gripped her chin tightly, making her lips pucker and turned her face back to him.

“Fucking hot slut!” he hissed, still battering her poor sex with a power that made her big tits jiggle wildly, “You pathetic bitch!” Another hard slap to her face. “Little cum dumpster!” He gripped her stiff left nipple and sadistically pinched and pulled it. “Hope you're ready for that cum!” He slapped his hand onto her jiggling ass and his fingers dug into the flesh, taking away the last bit of wiggle room she had to soften his thrusts. “Cause I changed my mind!”

Held in place and unable to do anything but take his thrusts, Nancy gaped at him. For the first few seconds she did not understand the meaning of his words as he used the smart, strong woman like a five-dollar whore. Only when his fingers dug even deeper into her ass and he fucked her even harder, a vein bulging on his forehead did she understand the meaning of his words.

Nancy's eyes widened.

“N... Nno-o-o-o!” she pressed out past the constricting leather, her big eyes pleading with the gangster, who rapidly battered her fuckhole, “P-ple-e-e-ease...” she begged, trying to get off his cock before he could reach his climax. She tried to twist out of his grip, but she was too weakened. “No-o-o-o! Sto-o-o-op!”

“Fucking cum-bucket! AAARGH!” With a mighty thrust that once again lifted the distressed cop off the floor the young killer tensed up and came deep inside her cunt.

“NOOOOO!” Nancy squealed, absolutely terrified as she felt thick, hot seed splatter into her womb. The implications of what he was doing were crashing down on her. He was filling her pussy up with cum! Scrambling, she tried one last, **** effort to push herself off his cock, but the strong hand gripping her thick ass-cheek held her tight, keeping her in position to receive the grunting and groaning man's load.

“FUUUUUCK!” A sweat-soaked Beretta growled, shaken by tremors of his release as his cock continued to spurt his semen into the detective. Overtaken by lust, he let go of the leash and before Nancy knew what was going on he had grabbed the back of her head and yanked her forward, roughly shoving his tongue deep into her mouth.

“Mmmmph!” Nancy whined at the new violation, now invaded from both ends by her adversary. She tried to push his tongue out with her own, but the effort proved fruitless and all she succeeded in doing was giving Beretta an involuntary tongue-fueled kiss. She very suddenly became aware of how Beretta's big balls, which were pressed snugly against her taint, shifted inside his sack as he pumped his seed into her.

Receiving the fuck of a lifetime and getting her tight cunt filled to the brim with hot, thick cum by some lowlife gangster had not been something that Nancy had ever expected to happen. The sudden reality sinking in was quite shocking. When Beretta finally slowed down and sacked back into his chair, she could feel his huge, hot load deep inside her belly. Sitting there, in his lap with her legs spread and his warm, pulsing cock still deep inside her, she found she could not move.

“Man!” Vincent finally gasped. A wide grin was on his face as he wiped his forehead, looking down to where their bodies were joined, “I think I need a drink!”

Nancy let out an embarrassing, girly squeal when the man suddenly pushed himself to stand up. His cock slipped from her cunt and the restrained woman crashed heavily to her back onto the floor, the impact driving the air out of her lungs.

“Y-you fucking bastard!” she coughed, rolling to her side. She could feel his cum drool from her used, fucked-open twat as the gangster nonchalantly stepped over her.