Abandoned Floor

The Forensic department was on the second basement and had been closed in the midst of a refit.The forensic staff were currently working in other precincts, which made things harder to get ballistics and evidence handling performed. Handy men, electricians and a variety of builders had been busy during the early part of the day, but had already clocked off and the floor was abondend.

Keeping the main lights off, Nancy pulled out her phone to use as a flashlight as she made her way to the bathroom. As she approached the door, she could see the lights on through the bottom crack of the door to the Men's bathroom.

Nancy entered the stupidly spacious bathroom, designed to be the same size on each floor, and found to be empty. She was still internally struggling to understand why she was here. Why did she obey this command to come down to the most abondend part of the building and what reward had Vince in mind.

On checking the stalls to ensure privacy, the main door opened and Vincent entered, and remained standing next to the entrance. Turning around to face Barretta, looking so smug, Nancy lost control and charged at him, similar to before. This time though, he was not having it play out that way. He was prepared.

It had been a long, emotionally draining day so far for Nancy. The now static butt plug was uncomfortable to run at full speed, and the mini orgasm had not satisfied her arousal. She was on edge and such was not at her usual combat readiness. As she charged, almost out of control, her right fist started its swing towards his head, which is when Barretta made his move.

Vincent swiftly stepped to the side, grabbing Nancy by her black blazer jacket, and flung her hard against the door. A loud thud of the back of her head crashing against the door had her disoriented and less than a split second later, she felt Vincent's fist punch her in the solar plexus with a vicious upper cut.

Nancy winced and wheezed, wanting to crumple on the floor to try and catch her breath, however Vincent held her up, slamming her again against the door, this time with his left hand tight around her neck, lifting her to her toes, while his right expertly undid the buttons of her jacket.

As she tried to regain her breath, she instinctively brought both hands to Vincent's wrist to free herself, only to have his right hand, palm open, deliver a slap across her left cheek and have her falling and sprawling to the floor.

"Why Nancy? I thought we had an understanding now." Barretta mocked. "I guess you need another lesson or two."

Nancy got onto her hands and knees only for Vincent to grab the bottom of the jacket and lift it over her head, and effectively trapping her arms in the sleeves and placing her in darkness. He placed a knee into the small of her back, forcefully driving her down flat on the tiled floor.

Unbuckling and removing his belt from its trouser loops, he pulled Nancy's jacket clean off her before pulling her arms behind her and looping the belt tight around her arms, just below her elbows and buckling shut.

Getting her orientation back gradually, Nancy could feel her arms stretching behind her back, tried to scream only to have a handkerchief shoved in her mouth, muffling any noise.

"Shut up and stay down bitch!" Vince ordered, abandoning his previously smug persona.

Still with a knee in her back, Vincent swiveled his weight to disrobe her of her gun and holester, shoes, then her trousers, leaving Nancy bare below the waist with exception of her moistened thong.

"Now," Vincent started, breathing slightly heavy from the exertion "Despite your misbehaviour, I'm still going to give you a chance to redeem yourself."

Vincent lifted his knee and then picked up Nancy by her arms and dragged her over to one of the sinks, shoving her facing the mirror and bending her over. With one hand wedged between her shoulder blades to hold her steady, he dragged down her panties to fully reveal her ass, complete with her asshole encasing its butt plug.

Vincent repositioned himself so his left hand grabbed hold of Nancy's ponytail, while his elbow held her down. Pulling, he raised her head so he could catch site of her reflected face as she struggled to spit out the cloth gag.

"Firstly," Vincent began while caressing her exposed buttocks, " I'm going to spank this ungrateful ass until you learn to keep your legs spread for me."

SMACK. Nancy screamed and sobbed into her gag. How did it come to this?

"You will keep that cloth in your mouth for the duration." Vincent laid another smack, this time on the other cheek.

"When I am happy that you can keep your legs spread for me, I will finger you until you cum to my satisfaction." SMACK.

"Only then, will I decide which hole to fuck."

Nancy did not open her legs immediately, instead begged with pleading eyes as Vincent continued to spank her, one cheek after the other, maintaining eye contact while doing so.

"Good, keep looking at me while I smack you. I bet you're loving this, aren't you my sweet Nancy?" SMACK.

Nancy"s butt cheeks started to glow as each slowly administered smack made her cheeks rosier and rosier. Each blow jiggled the butt plug, making her moan in a different way.

Nancy's face became flushed and her eyes had tears welling up again. Not from the pain, she'd been through worse, but the utter embarrassment. Partly of being treated this way, like some cheap whore, at the whims of someone so dispicable. And partly from the shame of her body's involuntary arousal from such rough treatment. She knew if she were to open her legs now, her arousal would get the better of her.

Never the less, Nancy did start to slowly separate her legs, resigned to the fact that there was no escape, and her body was longing for release. She would scheme her **** later.

Following each spank, Vincent would now run his hand up inside her thighs, caressing Nancy up to the crease where her pussy lips rested, teasing her for what might yet still come.

Legs splayed apart, back now arched, offering her ass for another spank, Nancy found herself relishing each blow. She felt her mind Letting go as the line between pain and pleasure in the spanks blurred, the smacks now become less intense and more grabbing caresses followed by squeezes of her flesh.

The last blow was followed by a caress up to her soaked pussy lips, confirmed what Vincent thought, and Nancy could not bring herself to admit. Nancy had been edging herself to a climax already, grinding her lips and clit against the sink. Each strike forcing her hard against the porcelain, squeezing her clit in the process.

Vincent stopped and just held her in place, observing her demeanor without further stimulus. Nancy's legs began to tremble and shake as she felt herself on the edge of climax. Keeping Vincent's gaze through the mirror, she was lost as the heat of her cheeks permiated into her groin, adding another layer of arousal, as her eyes fluttered shut.