No... you'll go with your 'Father'.

??n-nothing,? you finish meekly as a familiar Cop wanders past with an equally familiar pair of pink panties still peeking from one pocket. The Police won?t help you. You?re on you own. Your only chance for escape is to play along till you?re outside and hope for a little luck.

Your eyes drop down to your lap as the Cop and your false ?Father? (:::::shudder:::::) discuss you and your crime. His hand, which hasn?t stopped caressing your leg since the moment you sat down, is slowly massaging its way up to your inner thigh. The worst part, however, is that it feels? great. His strong fingers work back and forth as his hand slowly works its way higher, pressing into your soft, supple flesh.

Would it really be so bad? You already know how much he hated it whenever you tried to lie. Doesn?t that speak to a certain moral fortitude on his part? Maybe giving in and enjoying the sensations would be worth being a ****. Maybe?

?Let?s go, pet,? your potential master commands and he pulls you to your feet. ?Time to go home.?

?Just over here,? the Cop says leading the way, ?I?ll escort you folks down the elevator.? He walks towards the far side of the room, with your ?father? close behind; his hand now clamped securely around your arm.

With a ding, the elevator doors slide open and you?re tugged inside beside your ?dad?. In the confined space you realize how much bigger he is than you; you feel helpless just standing beside him. What is the point of resisting at this point? You?ve lived with this curse for a while and never had a day even remotely close to this. Now, it?s like you can?t go ten feet without being subjected to another penis. Clearly fate has targeted you for enslavement. Why fight?

?Oops,? the Cop says, thrusting his hand out to block the closing doors. ?Just hold the elevator a sec. I forgot something on my desk.?

The moment he?s through, however, your would-be owner jabs the button for the bottom floor and simply lets the doors slide closed. In an instant, you?re alone again with the only man who knows about your curse.

?Uh?? you begin meekly.

?Shut-up.? With a powerful shove you are **** against the wall of the elevator. His hand slides easily up your torn blouse and claims one of your breasts. You gasp at the sudden onslaught of sensation as his fingers pinch a tight nipple. You almost don?t notice his other hand jabbing at the emergency stop button before he begins fumbling for his pants.

??please,? you beg pathetically, not even sure what you?re begging for at this point? You?re his, and he intends to make sure of that before either of you take a step further.

And then there it is: the same huge, ugly cock that?s already **** two of your holes. Any hope of resistance disappears as he reaches down and grabs one of your legs, tossing it easily over his other arm. You?re now standing on one foot with your legs spread clutching the man who wants to enslave you for support.

You feel utterly helpless as the throbbing warmth of his cock presses up against your exposed pussy.