Detective Manson

You see a tall man enter through the door. Trying to focus on anything but your lustful thoughts, you moan as you try to make out his features.

"I thought you looked like a lil cum slut when I stripped you naked and bound your ass to the table. Guess I was completely right." He laughs as he gets closer. Your heart races as you see who it is. Its the Detective who was supposed to defend your honor as a woman. Instead he has you bound and moaning like a bitch in heat. He is not the hunk you were wishing would come in and take you. His presence is much more intimidating. He has dark hair with a scar on his face running down over his eye. His dark eyes burn through you as they soak up your bound helpless body. He moves towards you. His hand runs along your inner thigh and than smacks your ass hard leaving a pink mark on your round ass cheek.

"Aaaagh! Please.... Detective...mmm.. this isn't right... please let me go... Aaagh!" His hand comes down hard again on the same spot.

"Your loving this aren't you, whore? You love being completely helpless? You cant wait to have my cock deep inside you. Tell me im right."

Smack!

You gasp and moan loudly as you are soaking the black panties. Is he right? Do you want this? You can barely think. Are you going to give into this guy? Or are you going to fight?