Oh boy does he!

Krampus searched and searched for any way into the jailhouse. Unknown to the occupants inside the iron bars all around the building kept Krampus locked out. This meant that he would have to work his punishment through another and Michael was the prime candidate. Through the barred window Krampus wove a spell of power that seemed to give the man a second wind. He felt stronger as if his anger was giving him strength. He felt a strange urge to try the cell door again. This time it was unlocked.

He quietly moved the cell door open before slamming it closed. The door shook the building and drew the angry attention of Officer Brittany who finally had a reason to get up from her desk at the front.

"That's it! Say goodbye to your nuts!" The deranged officer cursed at him, marching down the hallway.

Michael had ducked behind a pillar, waiting for her to approach. His mouth was watering as her hips swayed back and forth.

She turned the corner to find the cell empty with the door closed. "What the fuck?!" She blurted out before Michael jumped out behind the pillar to grab her.

"Gotcha' bitch!" He said running his hands all over her feeling up her shapely chest and tight ass.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" The busty police woman shouted as she squirmed in his tight grip. His supernaturally enhanced strength gave him the edge over her. He dug his hands into her bright blue shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying in every direction. Underneath were two tightly packed tits snuggly fitted into a black lace bra.

Payback time.

Michael slipped his hands to her belt and drew out the nightstick. He smacked her on the ass a few times to try and get a taste of how heavy the stick was. Too hard and he might damage the goods. A light bump? No reaction. A swifter pat across both cheeks and she made a little squeak. But the third time as he hit her across the ass she let out a loud yelp.

"OW, you son of a bitch! That hurt!" She yelled out, trying to stay in control.

"That's good! It's going to happen a couple of more times! **** for the boys earlier!" He said patting her ass with the stick again and again.

Michael ran the nightstick up and down her throat, working it as hard as he could. "Fuck you got some good suck skills, is that how you got the Chief to put you in charge?"

"Damn these are firm, you sure they're real?" He asked running his mouth between both of her heavy breasts. Before going back to the stick. He was still sore but he was sure it would be worth taking his dick out for this. After all, how often do you have a busty cop at your mercy?