No! I'm innocent! (You are)

You have to admit, this was not what you had in mind when you walked through the door. Even though you remember Kristi and being told your wang would be macked at the drop of a hat, this chick still scared you. Even if she was dressed like a stripper, she had a grip on your junk that you thought she may try to crush your happy place.

"Wait, w-w-wait! I haven't done anything!" you cry out.

The hot cop sneers deeper and her claw-like grip on your bulge tightens. "Oh really? Well if you're not **** women into sloppy messes with your cock who is?" You don't have an answer for her and you can start to feel long nails dig into your crotch. She practically snarls at you. "You're the only guy we've run into in the city capable of this! All the other men were present and accounted for."

"I don't know!" You shout out. Your starting to tear up and it's only partially from the hand gripping you that's beginning to hurt. You wuss. You clearly would not do well under ****. "There was a desk, and then some chick named Kristy and she said my dick would be sucked and-and then...."

The hot cop is just staring at you with a 'really?' look at this point. "Kristy? How many victims have you had?!" She straightens up and slaps her baton hard into her hand. You just whimper at this point. "Fine, you want to play it that way?" The cop gets right in your face, allowing you a fantastic view down her top at her huge jugs, (if you could enjoy it right now) and growls menacingly. "I'll fucking make you confess to me."

You're staring at her with fear-widened eyes before a knock on the door interrupts. The cop slut growls wordlessly as she stalks to the door and throws it open. "What!?" she yells to the newcomer. Her demeanor instantly humbles when she see her visitor. "Oh, it's you Chief Neils." Without a word, a tall, stunning blonde saunters in wearing a black miniskirt, white blouse with the top half completely missing it's buttons and her long hair done in a tight braid. Her tits are almost as big as the cop's and she walks in on clear, platform stripper heels.

"Hello Officer Guzz." The hot chief takes in your shaken countenance and her eyes linger on your crotch for what feels like several extra seconds. She unconsciously licks her lips. "I can see his dick is still in his pants and he's terrified. Obviously your sensitivity training has helped since the last incident Max."

Officer Guzz starts to protest, "That wasn't how i-" But the Chief cuts her off immediately.

"We found the poor girl bent over the table, handcuffed to the legs and with your baton sticking out of her asshole while you were eating her cooch. You didn't even use any lube on her but some spit." The officer looks a bit sheepish. "For fuck's sake Maxine, the girl just forgot to pay for a drink at a bar. You even gagged her with thongs." Maxine Guzz opens her mouth again but is interrupted. "As I recall, they were yours, your partner Officer Smem and her own. Am I wrong?"

Max shakes her head and finally speaks up. "But we've got the facefucker here Captain! We'll throw him in the cells with all the sluts and they can suck him off until his balls are raisins. He'll never facefuck another slut into submission again." She looks at you with a smug expression.

Chief Neils just sighs and shakes her head. "He's not the facefucker Max."

That gets the officer-stripper's attention. "What!? He has to be! He was in range of one of the scenes, passed out, and he's got a cock! How could he-"

"They just found another slut fucked into a fugue." Max's jaw dropped. "Her face looks like she's wearing a mask of pearly pancake batter and she was practically drowning in jizz. Initial examination by Doc Honeydew suggests she was swallowing jizz for so long she was actually digesting some if it when the guy stopped. Her stomach was totally full." Through the description of the state of the latest victim, two main things have happened, one, you're so erect right now, your jeans (when the fuck did you get into jeans and a t-shirt?) are very uncomfortable and both sluts are subtly fondling themselves. Officer Guzz has one hand on her tit and seems to be lightly pinching a nipple through her shirt and the Chief who formerly had her arms crossed is cupping and massaging her own big knockers.

The cop looks at you with frustrated confusion, "But...but...we...I..." she points at you helplessly.

"But nothing Max, he's got an alibi now, he's clean and," She pauses for effect, "his lawyer showed up a few minutes ago."

Lawyer? You don't have time to really think about it before a guy that looks like a cross between Colonel Sanders and Santa walks in. Round, old-dude with white hair and an unobtrusive arrogance. He smiles at you with all teeth before speaking to the ladies in the room. "Abelard Masters ladies. Chief legal counsel and a senior partner of Blowes/Joeb United at law." Both women regard him stonily. "My client would like to be set loose and we will require this room for a privileged conversation."

Officer Guzz's jaw is set and she looks ready to clock the guy, but her superior speaks up. "You heard him Max. Unlock the cuffs and we'll give them a few minutes."

Max glares at the suit before leaning over you to get at your hands cuffed behind you, in the process almost smothering you with her cleavage. As she uncuffs you she hisses in your hear just audible enough that only you can hear her. "I know it was you fucker. I'll prove it's you if I have to rip your pants open and **** you to fuck my throat." She turns away and her and the buxom Chief leave the room without further comment.

Once the door closes and you're rubbing your wrists, your lawyer smiles at you. "That was a bit of a pickle, eh lad?" You're baffled. "We kinda thought you'd be a bit bolder and get the cop to blow you, but it seems your mental agility peaked at about thirteen. And that's a generous estimate."

"Who are you?" you ask. "What the hell is going on?"

"I guess I can't blame you for not recognizing me. We just met several minutes ago." He chuckles. "But I kind of thought the name was a giveaway. Well, some of you get it, some of you don't." You just shake your head. "It's me dumbass. ABLE MASTER. The white horse?"

Pointing out the obvious, you reply. "But you're not a horse."

He rolls his eyes at the sheer level of stupid he has to deal with when it comes to you. "Do you think a horse can fit in this room moron?" You look around. It was pretty small. You shrug. ABLE MASTER mutters to himself. "They can't all be geniuses. Look kid, your stress levels were rising and I got called to intervene. Most guys figure out the rules of this world fairly quickly and keep themselves entertained. Granted, the situation you dropped into was a bit...odd for a first timer, but the door was set to 'Random Scenario'. Still, you've been here almost fifteen minutes and you still haven't gotten off yet. Dumbass."

You're a bit annoyed at this point. "What was I supposed to do? I was handcuffed to a fucking chair in a cop room."

More eye rolling. "Called the cop a whore and tell her to gag on your dick? Slipped your hands out of the cuffs and **** her mouth? Tell her you'd confess if she went ass to mouth? Any of those would have worked." ABLE crosses his arms and 'harumphs' at you. "Hell we had a professor just last week who woke up in a BJU that had zero difference to his previous life. Thought he fell asleep in his office before a lecture. Five minutes into the class, he told the student he'd been jerking off to for the semester to get under his desk and devour his cock. She did it. He even told her he was still going to fail her but at least she could gag on his meat. Told his other female students to decide whether they wanted to study or suck. Called them all sluts even though his class was filled with 'A' students. The girls started lining up to blow him. Now his classes are essentially orgies and he buttfucks Jessica Alba every Tuesday at his local coffee shop. She's a barista there."

Was this guy here to insult you or help you? "What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying this world is yours buddy. Do whatever you want in it. You want all women to walk around stark naked? Fine. You want to play videogames, eat and sleep without your dick ever being out of some hot chick's holes? Go for it. You want to be a rockstar that fucks groupies on stage every night and your band mates, manager and crew (who are all eager, gorgeous nymphos) every day? Can do! You need to realize any situation you're in will somehow lead to you blowing your load or some hot slut blowing you. If you had stayed calm this time and done something other than whine like a wuss, the lovely Officer Max would have ended up sucking your dick."

You really like the idea that no matter what, you're going to cum. But your lizard brain is still trying to wrap itself around the concept. "How?"

ABLE answers without hesitation. "Think about it, say it out loud. You have to concentrate and WILL it to happen, but it'll happen if you focus hard enough. May take a bit of practice though. But most guys can do it once they realize what's what." He can see you're still uncertain and offers a compromise. "You could also call me. I'm a liaison and most guys don't interact with me too much once they get the hang of this place, but some find it easier to tell someone else what they want to happen and let it fall into place from there. We also have some BJ reps drop in every now and then to take surveys, maybe make some suggestions." He shrugs again. "Look. Let me put this in simple terms. Do whatever you want to get yourself off. No one can or will stop you. You only get the resistance you want. If you don't like something or want to go through another scenario, think about the change really hard or call me."

"How do I call you? Aren't you a horse? Is there some kind of 'horse whistle' I have to use?" you ask.

ABLE MASTER is staring at you like he's watching a snake eat a porcupine ass first. "How are you so...why did....didn't y-..." He shakes his head. "Just....shout out my name or imagine me appearing. Hell, just shout for me in your mind and I'll hear it and show up. Got it?"

You think you can do that. "OK, now what?"

He's holding his head in his hands like he's got a headache. He sounds tired. "Whatever. You. Want. To. Do. Go facefuck every cop in the station. Go find a wedding and ass-**** the bride while she recites her vows. Go. Play. Have fun." Muttering to himself, ABLE MASTER turns and walks out the door, leaving it open.