He definitely is not

Beretta took a bottle of tequila that had been sitting on the floor next to the bed and turned back to watch Nancy fight her way to her knees. “That pussy of yours really is something, McKenna!” he taunted, twisting the cap off the bottle and tossed it away carelessly, “You are actually quite the decent fuck...”

Nancy seethed with rage and glared at the killer, who took a long drink from the bottle. “Wish I could return the compliment!” she hissed.

Beretta snorted. “After I just made you cum like a porn star...” He shook his head. “Better watch that mouth. It will get you in trouble.”

The snarl on the detective's face did little to intimidate him. He gave her a wink, savoring the way it caused her blood to boil before he looked around the small room. It really was shitty! The furniture was sparse, cheap and worn-down. He had to crash here and hide for over a week, pinned down and waiting for an opening to leave the country, and it showed. It was messy in here, empty pizza cartons and takeout boxes littered the counter and the small shitty desk, a pile of empty bottles piled up in a corner. It did not matter. He'd be out of here soon.

Taking a step forward his foot bumped against something and he looked down. A wide smile curled his lips as he saw the Detective's discarded, crumbled-up jeans with her badge clipped to her brown leather belt. He knelt down and pulled it off, turning the shiny piece of leather and metal between his fingers. It had a strong, metal clip at the back, which the Detective used to attach it to her belt. “Sweet...” he whispered, admiring his trophy.

“Don't fucking touch that!” Nancy hissed with venom in her voice.

Beretta frowned. “How about you shut up for once?!”

“How about you brush your teeth with a shotgun?!”

The gangster stared back at her, incredulous at her fierce spirit. Naked, cuffed, cum seeping from her pussy... somehow she still talked back. He shrugged and stood. Seemed the cunt needed another lesson.

Nancy glared at Beretta as he walked over to her. She knew that it was not smart to talk back like this. Nonetheless, her only chance to find a way out of this situation seemed to be to buy time. To stall. To keep him occupied until a route to escape opened up.

Nonetheless, when he towered over her as she knelt on the floor in front of him, she felt like she had made a big mistake.

“Stick out your tongue!”

“What?”

“Stick out your tongue, bitch!” Beretta's voice was icy as he looked down on her. Bare, defenseless, her face and hair a mess, her hands cuffed and a belt hanging around her neck, those big tits heaving. Detective Nancy McKenna. She did not look so formidable now...

Nancy's mind raced. What was this sick fuck planning now? She felt fear in her stomach and did her best to hide it as she looked up at him. Rather than to comply she pinched her lips tight, a defiant look on her face.

Vincent chuckled. “Have it your way, cum dumpster!” he grinned and before Nancy knew what was happening he grabbed the belt and yanked it sharply upwards, even causing her knees to lift off the carpet for a brief moment.

“Gnnngh!” she gargled helplessly, her eyes bulging as her oxygen was cut off.

“Tongue out, you little cunt!” Beretta ordered.

Nancy refused for as long as she could. She could feel the blood pulse in her ears, her face tingled and her fists clenched behind her. She twisted and twitched in her restraints, but none of it helped to alleviate the pressure on her windpipe.

“Gaah!” she groaned, closing her eyes in effort before she submitted two seconds later, opening her lips and sticking her tongue out as wide as she could.

“There we go, bitch!” Vincent gloated. Quick as a viper he let go of the belt, allowing Nancy to breath again, but before she even realized it his hand darted out and he snatched her pink tongue between his thumb and forefinger.

“Aah-AAAAH!” Nancy's sigh of relief turned into a shocked moan. Her eyes opened again and she stared in horror at the cruel hand that stretched out her tongue, keeping it lolled out all the way out of her mouth.

“Gotcha!” Beretta grinned.

“AAH-AAH-AAAAH!” Nancy protested, her eyes wide with panic as her tongue was pulled upwards, stretched painfully from her mouth and she struggled to follow, suddenly fearing he might rip it out. She tried to make eye contact with Beretta, but the bastard ignored her.

“Now,” the gangster smiled sadistically, “Time to shut you up!”

“Nghooooh!” Nancy mewled as she saw him lift his hand with her badge for her to see. She tried to recoil, but his fingernails dug painfully into her tongue and kept her in place, so all she could do was moan and whimper, as the grinning, cruel man placed her own gleaming detective's shield against her mouth.

“Aaaah!” she cried miserably, tears of pain rolling from her eyes as he used the badge's metal clip to clamp it to her tongue, pushing half of the insignia past her teeth. Her lips stretched around the leather as Beretta tightly clasped the shield to her tongue, keeping it **** out with half of the badge sticking out of her mouth.

“There you go!” Vincent chuckled as he stepped back, admiring his handiwork. The shield stretched out her mouth in a ridiculous way, distorting Nancy's flawless features to a ridiculous grimace. With all those bodily fluids smearing her face, 'CUM DUMPSTER' written across her forehead and cleavage in huge letters, her hair a wild mess, her tits heaving and her pussy drooling cum, the Detective was now truly a picture of defeat.

“Phtooh ih!” Nancy whimpered, her protest sounding much less fierce all of a sudden. The clip of her badge hurt. It was so tight it bit deeply into her tongue. She also found that with her mouth **** open, not only was she unable to stop herself from drooling, further increasing her humiliation.

“Oh, this is great!” Beretta gloated. Picking up his phone he once again pulled up the camera. “Say cheese!

When Nancy, unable to bear the humiliation, looked away, his voice turned icy. “Look at me!” The threat was implicit and Nancy's mind was too exhausted to put up any further resistance and she meekly looked up at the camera, making for quite the submissive picture as Beretta captured her humiliation.

She had to fight back more tears as Beretta turned away and tossed his phone onto the bed. Laughing he took another big gulp of Tequila, heading towards the bathroom to freshen up when he walked past Keiko's purse, which Nancy had left lying open on the counter.