You fuck your way out.

With a powerful submachine gun aimed directly at your center mass, there wasn’t really much you could do about your current predicament. Either the officer would squeeze off a round, tear a hole through you, or she’d miss and blow chunks out of your two companions.

You removed your shirt, handing it to Mr Spellman so that he might use it help further bind Locknae’s wound, and then went about taking your pants off. As soon as your cock was free the officer’s eyes shone with euphoric joy.

“N-now...lay down,” she ordered, struggling to keep her fragile mind ordered.

You did as instructed and the woman began to straddle you, gun pressed firmly into your bare rib cage while she awkwardly positioned herself over your throbbing cock. Had it grown in the last hour? You felt like perhaps it had.

She sunk down on your manhood with agonising slowness, inch after inch of cockflesh being consumed by her wet sucking pussy. A guttural moan of triumph escaped her lips as she took you to the hilt, her hips rolling in tantalising circles.

The spike of pleasure was the perfect antidote to the pain that lived in your jaw, her hugging cunt doing it’s best to squeeze the life out of you. But you couldn’t ignore the cold metal barrel of the uzi still being pressed deep into your side, a constant reminder that this deranged woman had your life in her clawed hands.

All around you it seemed that there was an explosion of noise as the caged women watched the two of you fuck. Echoes and whines of lust, howls of frustration and deafening rattling of cages as they demanded to be freed and to be given a taste of your cock.

She began to bounce her tight ass up and down, her face set in a look of mad glee as she grinned down at you. Her hand went down to your chest and began rake at the flesh there, causing a grunt of pain to escape you as her nails began to draw blood.

“That’s right,” she hissed through grit teeth, “this cock is MINE! YOU ARE MINE! YOU’RE GOING TO BE MY FUCK PET FOREVER!”

There was no art or method to her fucking at this point, simply an animalist rutting as she threw her ass down again and again on your flesh dick. The sounds she was making were husky growls, more akin to a Rottweiler tearing into to some hapless intruder than anything a woman in the middle of sex would make.

But as the madness continued, as her pussy began to leak more and more in her excitement, you noticed that the pressure of her gun lessened. Glancing to your side you noticed she had loosened her grip and in that moment you took your chance.

Your hand snatched out like a striking python and coiled around her shackled wrist, pointing the gun off to the side and squeezing down until you began to feel her bones shift and creak. She snarled in pain, but by that point you had already gotten her to drop the gun and spun her around so that she was now under you.

She desperately reached for the discarded weapon, but you pinned her hands down and began to pound her sopping cunt with frenzied viciousness. You sawed into her hard enough to turn her growls of rage in mewls of lust as her spasming cunt began to clench and throb around you in orgasm.

You continued your hate fuck for a more minutes, working out as much stress as you could until she was nothing but a babbling mess underneath you. Eventually your release came and you flooded her gripping pussy with cum.

Pulling yourself free of her, you began to dress silently, annoyed with the situation. You had come to realise that your ability had limitations and something about that nagged at you, making you feel ****. With your pants back on you walked over and picked up the uzi.

“Don’t let that gun out of your sight this time,” Mr Spellman chastised, glowering at the **** cop.

You grunted in acknowledgment, and then came over to the older men. Mr Locknae didn’t look great, but he was hanging in there, his eyes fixed on his wife over in one of the cages. “We have to get her out of there...”he breathed, “we need to get her back to the house.”

“We will,” Spellman soothed, “but first you just worry about yourself, don’t try to move around too much, ok?” He turned to you and said in a low voice, “he’s lost a lot of blood...”

You dug your phone out from your pocket, brought up Alan’s number and handed it to Spellman. He answered right away and the older man apprised him of the situation while you took in the sight of all the naked women in cages. Another conundrum lay before you.