Captured

The snatch job that captured Detective Shaun as he tailed a known henchwoman of Mistress Coco was executed at speed to keep him disoriented. Before he knew what was happening, his head was hooded and he was knocked out. By the time he woke up, he found himself hanging by his wrists in a dark corridor, the windows showing an endless stretch of sea.

“You understand our precautions of course, the strip search was to ensure you had no bugs or trackers on you. I’ve also ordered my ladies to remove your briefs. I figured you won’t be needing them after all, and I wanted you to feel the cool sea breeze as a preview of what’s to come,” I heard her voice echo down the corridor as her heels clicked on the cold stone floor.

“You see, not only was your attempt to take me down thwarted, you, Sir, have made the mistake of allowing yourself to be trapped and taken alive. I’m sure you know what I do and what the consequences of being taken alive by me are,” tutted Mistress Coco as her gaze pointedly drifted downwards to my defenseless and now totally exposed loins.

“Ah, I see that you do,” she smiled as my manhood rose to her expectations.