Trade offer

Surrounded to all sides by big, muscular security thralls is terrifying on its own. Add to that the fact that you are bound, near naked and just got caught in attempted theft is enough to set you into a proper panic.

One of the guards, the one who caught you and apparently someone in a position of power around here, bends down and takes your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him. "Do you have any idea how screwed you are right now?", a grin splits his face. "Theft is a serious crime. Add to that the destroyed skylight and you have property damage and trespassing. That’s quite some time in prison, my dear."

He pauses to lets his word sink. As if your panic needed any more fuel. Seeing the horrified expression in your eyes he continues. "But on the other hand. You didn't really steal anything, did you? I think with the right incentive my guys could be convinced to let you go with just a stern warning."

"Yes, pleease, I'll be good from now on. I am sooo sorry! I'll do anything just please let me go, I beg you!", you plead for mercy, not wanting to go to prison.

"Anything, huh?", his grin widens. His hand wanders down and brushes against your breasts. "Anything is an offer I might consider." Now he properly cups your twins and massages them through your top.

While he gropes your tits your thoughts are racing. Their intentions are clear in their hungry eyes. If you don't say something very quickly, you will leave this place walking bow legged and dripping of cum, fucked most likely by every single guy in the room. And definitely pregnant. Forever a girl.

But the alternative is jail. You'll be arrested for bank robbery, locked away and unable to lead a normal life ever again. Society is not very friendly towards convicts. Your whole life will be in ruins.

You feel his hand warm on the bare skin of your toned belly worming its way under your shirt. You need a decision. Now.