Yes, she has

That last comment, made by a user named “ThugLove69” got Fletcher’s attention, making his brow furrow, but it blew past quick as new comments rushed in and pushed it out of frame. The big hacker smirked, assuming it was just another internet troll, eager to get a rise out of someone. Despite the growing popularity of the stream, Fletcher assumed that chances that someone saw and recognized Nancy, especially as disheveled as she currently was, were negligible. He had almost convinced himself of that when “ThugLove69” popped up again.

“That bitch is a cop!”

His eyes grew wide as he read the short line. “Fuck!” he muttered, his mind racing. He had not thought this through, the possible implications for Nancy’s life had not been considered and now someone had actually recognized her! Other members of the chat had caught that claim as well, even though they didn’t believe it, mocking “ThugLove69” with the internet chatroom’s trademark cruelty and for a second it looked like it would all blow over as quickly as it had started when “ThugLove69” simply posted a link. Fletcher’s heart raced as he clicked it and then skipped a beat when it led to a local news-site article about a successful **** bust in the L.A. area, with a big photo of Syd and Nancy smiling smugly into the camera. Any doubt that one could have was taken away as Nancy’s short-sleeved top revealed the tattoo on her right upper arm: a rose with a rosary. The same tattoo that the moaning slut in the stream was sporting. The chat immediately responded.

“OOOHSHIIIIIIEEEETTTT!”

“That’s her! That’s fucking her! LOOOOOL”

“Detective Nancy McKenna HAHAHAHAHA!”

As if to rile the viewers up even more, Kateshi grabbed Nancy by her chin and harshly yanked her back. Forcing the Latina’s back into a vicious arch he turned her face to the ceiling, leaning over her while never missing a beat. Nancy gave a gargling groan as her airway was restricted, then moaned in humiliation as Kateshi spat a thick gob of saliva down on her face, then shoved her back down. The chat erupted as Nancy looked back into the camera, once again firmly held by her hair, with Kateshi’s thick spit gluing her left eye shut again as it oozed down her cheek. Her slutty, wanton, orgasm-approaching cries only deepened her debasement.

“Well, that’s humiliating…” Fletcher chuckled as the internet chat dragged all kinds of details on Nancy’s life out, including her personal twitter profile and multiple articles regarding her professional successes. Her anonymity was well and truly gone.