A short story by Titanium Jones
To compliment the image set of the same name by Enhjorning

Tammy was trouble.
She always been trouble.
At high school she blossomed early and had had the boys sniffing around her from an early age. She knew how to get what she wanted and in school that was the football jocks.
Now at nineteen she was enrolled at her local university campus, but, with the help of her parents finance, had moved out to a nice one bedroom apartment near to the campus. Her argument was she needed her own ‘space’. In reality it was to dissipate the growing tension between her and her mother over her growing promiscuity.
With her own space the tension quickly vanished leaving her with a health friendship with her mother. But her mother new nothing of the sordid nature of her daughters promiscuity. Having migrated from school and college and onto University her sexual appetite had also found a new outlet. The college jocks she’s lost her virginity to no longer interested her. Although she was still a cheerleader the jocks no longer held any interest. Her new fascination was the facility.
The facility was a psudo military detention centre. No one in the town new much about it. It sat up there on the hill. Guards were ferried in and out daily and the locals never really knew what was going on. Only occasionally did they see one of the guards in the town. And this is where Tammy developed her obsession with them.

Today, Tammy and Kara were getting ready for the last cheerleading practice of the season.
"Have you seen the guards up at the facility?" Tammy asked Kara, “They're really hot!"
"They're not hot, they're just big scary guys and yeah I’ve seen them in their army gear" reply Kara
"Yeah they are a bit scary but they're also hunks. I get wet just thinking about what they could do to two young girls like us"
“Tammy! You have a filthy mouth!” cried Kara
"Tell me you aren't thinking about going up there. I… I've heard rumours. Not nice rumours.” Kara whispered, “Please don’t go up there, Tammy”
"Don't worry I'm not going to get in any trouble” Tammy replied, all time knowing that she’s already made plans to meet up with two of the guards.

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After their practice session Tammy got changed made her excuses for leaving and headed off home. When she arrived she went straight to her bedroom and stripped off to get ready for her date. She jumped into the shower and began to plan her outfit for the evening. ‘What to wear?’ she pondered, ‘Nothing to outrageous but I want to make it clear I’m up for some fun’
Tammy mulled over all of the dresses that she had in her wardrobe, ‘There was the ruched halter neck dress that everyone says is too short, the strapless dress gathered between her breasts that even I think is too short. Hmmm that has possibilities.’ She worked her way down to her legs and began to shave off the imaginary fine stubble that she and only she was convinced was there and continued to ponder the contents of her wardrobe, ‘Then there is that French maids outfit I wore last halloween….’ Tammy stood up quickly, nearly loosing her balance on the wet bath tub floor, as a sly smile spread across her face. The perfect outfit. It WAS the perfect outfit for her date tonight.
Tammy leapt out of the shower grabbing a towel off the rail as she dashed over to her phone.
“Mom, have you still got that Halloween costume from last year?” she yelled down the phone.
“Oh its for a fancy dress party” She then said a little bit quieter.
“No, its not too risqué. You wore it and went out on the streets knocking on doors.” she retorted, “Please mom. Please please please let me borrow it?” She wheedled,”Fantastic, I’ll be over in five”
Tammy grabbed some sweats and pulled them on before slipping her, still wet, feet into some thongs and tying her hair up as she ran out the door.
For the previous Halloween her mom had worn an Emma Peel costume (a fictional spy character from a 1960s television series, The Avengers) consisting of a leather catsuit high heeled thigh boots.
She arrived at her parents house in seven minutes and twenty three seconds after running, stopping to catch her breath and prevent her passing out, then speed-walking the rest of the mile and a half to her parents house. She hadn’t needed to move out, but the thought of being at university and still living with her parents didn’t fit with her lifestyle. Besides she could have so much more fun living on her own.
She burst through the front door of her parents house. Her mom had already collected the outfit and folded it into a carrier for her. Tammy squealed in delight and hugged her mom. Not wanting to get into a long moral debate or listen to the lecture about what boys may think, she grabbed the bag and kissed her mom before turning on her heel and dashing out the door again.
“Be careful tonight, boys get the wrong idea…..” her mom called after her as she dashed down the street.
‘I do hope so’ thought Tammy

Back in her apartment she dashed into the bedroom and pulled the catsuit out of the carrier, swooning at the overpowering smell of the leather.
Tammy hooked the hanger over the wardrobe door and stepped back to admire the stunning effect the catsuit would have on her beautifully toned body. ‘This was going to be just perfect’ she thought to herself, ‘if these boys aren't turned on by this outfit. Then they must be gay’ The catsuits consisted of a one piece leather leather suit with a zipper that ran from the neck all the way down and through the crotch and small invisible zips at each of the cuffs and ankles. To complete the ensemble there were matching thigh boots.
Tammy dashed back into the bathroom and finished getting ready. She applied her make-up meticulously and styled her hair with the perfect wave before returning to the bedroom
She took her outfit down off the hanger and, balancing on one foot, she slid her toes into the leg of the catsuit. She couldn't believe the feeling on her leg as it slid down inside the leather. She repeated the process with the other leg then fanned herself as a flush of excitement came over her. She pulled the body up over shoulders and slipped her fingers down the sleeves of the suit before closing the zips at the wrist. Carefully she pulled the front zipper up past her crotch and right up to her neck. She then reached down into the carrier for the boots. She zipped the ankles of the suit closed giving her an all enclosed feeling she hadn’t been expecting. Sitting once more she slipped her feet, one at a time, into the boots and pulled the zippers up to her knees. Standing up she teetered a little on the unfamiliar heels. She’d not often worn heels preferring to bum around the foot ball pitch in trainers but she figured, if she was gonna carry off this seduction she’d have to go all out.

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Tammy stepped back and gasped as she admired the form fitting leather visage looking back at her from the mirror. A wave of excitement overtook her as she continued to look at herself in the mirror. She looked amazing and the feeling of the figure hugging outfit was driving a flock of butterflies around in her stomach. She looked at the finished effect and then pulled the zip at the front back down to reveal her golden cleavage. ‘There, perfect’ she thought as she grabbed her bag and dashed down the stairs.

Earlier That Week

Brad found Michael in his office. Michael was the head guard and a mean piece of work. He loved his job and took great pleasure in it and sometimes it meant he could make a little on the side producing a certain sort of film for connoisseurs.
“Hey Mike, You still in touch with that film maker who did the video report from here the other week?”
“Its Officer Michael whilst we’re on duty and Yup, what of it?” asked Michael.
“He still makin’ those exclusive films?”
“Yup, I see where this is going with this,” said Michael “Whatcha got in mind?”
“I met this hot little chick earlier this week, she’s about twenty. She’s gorgeous and she’s hot for us ‘hunky guards’.” he emphasised the words as he said them, “She wants to come up for a tour of our facility, but her mind is on other things and I’m pretty sure she’ll go for a threesome and she’ll make a great star for one of his movies”
Michael reached out his hand for the phone and Brad sat on the edge of his desk and listened
“Hey Richards, You still makin’ them movies?” He said into the handset, “Brad and me, we got this hot chick comin’ up to the facility later in the week.” He continued, ”She wanted a tour of the facility with us hunky guards.” There was a chuckle from the other end of the phone, “Straight up, that’s what she called us, ‘hunky guards’. She’s hot for us men in uniforms. We was thinking she would look good in one of your movies. What d’ya think?” He asked
“She’s coming up on Friday” He replied to an unheard question
“Ah come on Richards reschedule your date……… I’ll make it a good movie. She’ll never know what’s comin’. I got it all planned out, listen.” He then proceeded to tell Richards his hastily thought up plan for the evening and how it would end. That was enough motivation for Richards and they arranged a time for him to get his cam set up behind the curtain. When Michael put down the phone Brad was grinning from ear to ear. “You are one sick bastard Mike, but its gonna make one hell of a movie.”

Date night

Richards arrived at the gate house around Six.
“Hey Richards, you ready for tonights show?” asked the gate guard.
“Yup, sure am. Got everything I need right in the trunk.” Richards replied.
“Well, by all accounts, she’s a real hottie. We good with the usual deal?” asked the guard.
“You just keep shtum and you’ll get your own personal copy you can fap over all you like when I’m done editing. Your boys up there are becoming quite the celebrates in certain circles. Quite the hunks!”
At this the guard burst out laughing.
“Hey, what’s so funny?” Snapped Richards, a little pissed, thinking the guard was laughing at him.
Regaining he composure, the guard replied, “Oh its just, that’s what this tart called them ‘Hunky guards’.”
“Well she better be as hot to trot as I’m hearing, I rescheduled a date with this lovely little asian hooker to come out here tonight and I’m not gonna get any of this tail either!”
“Oh don’t worry - I’m pretty sure she is! Here’s your pass, head on up to the visitors car park. There’s a couple spectators already up there. Brad will get you set up. Catch you later” The guard hit a button on the control panel and the gate swung open. Richards waved out of his window as he headed up to the facility.

As Tammy left her apartment she was glad of the all over leather covering as it was cool outside and starting to get dark. ‘Car, cab or walk?’ she pondered, ‘Car will mean I cant have drink. Walk in these boots, hmmmm. Cab, don’t want to give the cabby too much of an eyeful. I guess I’ll have to drive and if I have a drink I can always get a cab back and leave my car there.’ Tammy reached into her bag and used the plip to open the car door. She gunned the engine and sped off to her rendezvous.

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Tammy arrived at around seven-thirty and pulled up to the security gate. The guard stepped out and greeted her with. “Hello, miss can I help… Oh you must be Tammy?” the guard asked.
“Yes that’s right, sir” Tammy replied startled
“Don’t worry, they’re expecting you up in the guard room.” the gate guard said to her, “You certainly won't disappoint them” he leered through the window at her. “Would you mind stepping out of the car for a moment, just need to check you for concealed weapons.”
Tammy gulped, ‘idiot idiot idiot’ she silently cursed to herself. She stepped out of the car and into the warmth of the gate house as the guard made a pass around her car. Tammy peered through the doorway at the guard as he checked over her car and smiled to herself, ‘Maybe this isn’t such a bad thing, he’s quite a hunk even if he’s only the gate guard.’
The guard finished his inspections and walked back to the gate house not taking is eyes of her as he approached. Undressing her, making her wet with his gaze. Tammy could feel her legs turning to jelly.

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“Please raise your arms Miss Tammy, I just need to pat you down” He said as he entered the room.
‘Was this normal?’ She wondered as he moved around behind her. Before she could make any noise to protest his hands were on her ribs pressing just a little to firmly to be decent, fingers extending a little to far into her fleshy mounds.
He worked his way down past her waist to the tops of her thighs before grasping her right thigh between his massive hand, his knuckles pressing the crotch zipper into her wetness then gradually working his way down her booted leg. The process was repeated on her left leg adding to her excitement. She was now dizzy with her excitement.
“You’re clean” He snapped, jolting her out of her fevered excitement. “Take this and head on up to the main facility. Brad is expecting you. He may be a few minutes he had another visitor about an hour ago that’s not left yet, but I’m sure he wont keep you long. I’ll radio on up that you’ve arrived.”
Tammy smiled nervously at him, took her visitor pass and practically fell out of the gate house, on her jelly legs, and into her car. The gate to the facility swung open and she drove the short distance up to the guard building.
She pulled up next to a few other cars and switched on the cabin light. She looked at her reflection in the mirror trying desperately to calm her nerves. ‘I’m so hot,’ she thought, ‘if she didn’t managed to seduce at least one of these guards tonight I’ll explode.’ Tammy reached to the zipper between her breasts and pulled it down to her crotch and was greeted with a heady musky scent. She reached down and was horrified at how wet shed gotten herself. ‘What’s wrong with me? I’m behaving like a bitch in heat’ She snatched her hand out and pulled the zip up again. She reached into the glove box and used a tissue to touch up the corners of her lipstick before sitting back to calm her breathing.
She switched off the interior light and got out of the car closing and locking the door. She walked up to the guard house and went through the door. The place was deserted, it was relatively tidy but completely empty. The only signed of life were some distant footsteps. In the stark light of the guard room she looked down at herself and once again wondered if her choice of outfit was just too much. ‘Too late now’ she thought. That was the moment that the foot steps changed as the interior door swung open and Brad and Michael stepped through. Both men froze as the saw Tammy. She looked up with a mild shocked expression on her face. Gathering his wits Brad stepped up to her and leaned in to give Tammy a peck on the lips. He knew if he was going to pull this off tonight he’d have to work fast on her. He’d only met Tammy once before and so the kiss was very forward, but Tammy responded with a sensual kiss. Tammy, this is my friend and boss Michael. We’ll be your guards for your visit tonight. Michael stepped forward and put a large arm around the small of her back. She looked up to see an expectant face looking down at her. Not knowing what to expect she reached up and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Brad then took her hand and pulled her out into the middle of the room, looking her up and down.
“My god Tammy, what are you wearing, you look amazing!” stated Brad
“Is it too much?” Tammy asked meekly
Pulling her back into his arms he said, “My god Tammy, its fabulous” he bent forward and kissed her deeply. This was going better than he could possibly imagine. Michael moved in behind her and began to caress the leather encasing her waist as Brad continued to probe her mouth and gradually moved his hand up to her breasts. Brad broke off the kiss and began firmly massaging her breasts through the leather. Tammy turned her head to have her mouth immediately covered again by Michael leaning in, his stiff bulge pressing against her tightly covered backside. She kissed him deeply for a moment but then broke off suddenly squirming out to one side.
“Woo hoo, you boys are horny” she said breathlessly as she fanned herself, “But I’m here for a tour of the facility. There will be plenty of time for fun and games later.” She said presenting them with a 1000 watt smile and added, “if you two boys are up for it”
Michael moved in and hooked his arm around her waist again. Giving her a peck on the lips he whispered “You are one horny little cock tease, Miss Tammy.” Then louder “I got some stuff I need to sort out, can you cover the tour side of things Brad? I’ll meet up with you two later on…” Michael winked to Brad and ran one finger down between Tammy's breasts “…for those fun and games you’re offering us Tammy-baby”
Michael pulled away and headed out of the internal door without saying another word.
Brad walked up to her and rested his hands on her hips “Wow babe, that was quite a performance. I knew you liked us but we barely know you…..”
“I just don’t believe in beating around the bush. I find you both very horny.” Tammy said simply. “Come on, show me around and we can get back here for some more fun.” she said smiling at the dumb struck Brad. She set off in the direction Michael had taken. He couldn’t believe this tart. She was making his job so easy.

Gathering his wits he trotted on after the leather vision that was now several paces ahead of him. He took the lead and began explaining about the rival gangs, the intelligence extraction and the swift punishment that was handed down here. He showed her the intake rooms and then the processing room with its harsh lighting and cold showers. Then took her in to the cell block. By this time Brad had taken up a position behind her so he could watch her ass undulate from side to side as she walked.
Tammy was fascinated and as they walked along the row of empty cells she stopped outside one and stepped in. Turning around she ran a long finger nail seductively along one of the bars and asked, “Are they all really nasty big men you arrest and imprison here?”
“No sweetie, we deal with the women members of the gangs here.” Brad replied.
“Really?”
Brad slowly slid the gate across in front of Tammy, both smiling to each other.
“That’s right, beautiful hot sluts, just like you” Brad continued
The gate clicked shut and Tammy moved closer in front of Brad.
“And how do you handle these… Hot… Sluts then Officer Bradley?” She cooed touching his chest through his uniform. Brad reached behind him and pulled a length of rope from his belt and very carefully, very slowly, began to tie her wrists together through the bars. Tammy put up no resistance and held her hands still with her wrists together stepping from one foot to the other in obvious excited agitation. As Brad cinched the ropes tight Tammy let out a small moan of pleasure, Brad looked up to see her eyes half closed. She was obviously close to cumming.
She pulled her hands back into the cell and reached for her zipper. She pulled it down to her crotch as she dropped to her knees. Her hands came back out and began to fumble with his fly. Not wanting to interrupt the proceedings Brad yanked his fly all the way down and pulled out his erection guiding it between the bars. Tammy’s hands flew to her own crotch as her head moved to take his cock into her mouth.

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Tammy bobbed her head up and down as she feverishly rubbed herself. Brad reached through the bars and gently held her pretty head as she neared her climax. He did not want her to smudge her makeup with her eagerness after all this was just the warm up act. Brad gritted his teeth desperately trying to control his excitement, he was going to finish tonight the way they’d planned it, but this girl was on fire. Tammy sucked in a deep breath and stopped suddenly her whole body quivering, her bound wrists between her legs and making small chirping noises her immaculately made up eyes squished tightly shut. Then she relaxed and brad pulled his cock free looking down into the eyes of the beautiful blonde girl. Oh my god that was so horny she whispered. Brad smiled widely. Yes it was my sweet. Very nice indeed. So are you more the Rebel or the damsel? Tammy looked up at him with a hint of fear in her eyes realising that she was bound in a locked cell.
“Oh, I’m much more the damsel in distress. I’m no rebel.” she said, then a smile crept across her face, “though the rope did make me loose control.”
Brad smiled as Tammy got to her feet and pushed her musky hands through the bars. Brad reached down and untied her hand once more.
“So you want to play the damsel in distress for us guards do you?” Asked Brad with a wicked grin on his face.
Tammy grinned back and said “Well I hadn’t planed on things going this far. I came with only what I’m wearing.”
“Oh don’t worry about that gorgeous, if you want to play games, we have the props.” replied Brad as he turned and began to walk away.
“Where… where are you going? You can't leave me here!” Tammy said nervously.
“Don’t worry - I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna get your ‘damsel in distress’ costume”
“Can you unlock the gate, please” Tammy asked with a hint of panic in her voice.
“Just wash up, I’ll be right back.Trust me” he smiled and continued along the walkway.

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Tammy washed her hands in the sink, peeled off her catsuit letting it fall to the tops of her boots then plopped herself down on to the toilet. The paper was harsh and scratchy, but she did the best she could to clean herself up. She pulled the leather back up over her shoulders and looking into the polished stainless steel screwed to the wall over the sink that doubled for a mirror. She could see her makeup was in pretty good shape although her hair was a bit of a mess. She tousled it a little and it began to look presentable again.
She flopped down on the bunk a little tired from her excitement and examined her fingernails for signs of chipped lacquer. They also looked in good shape.

Brad opened the door to the office to find Michael sitting at the desk with a pristine white presentation box next to him. On top of the box was a pair of white pumps. “How was she?” asked Michael.
“She’s hot, man. Smokin’ hot” replied Brad, “We all set up for her?”
“Ready and waiting for the star of the show.” Said Michael, “Just get her into her costume and bring her on down.”
Brad grabbed the box and shoes and then spotted Tammy’s clutch bag that had been abandoned earlier in the evening. He grabbed it saying “She may need to touch up her makeup.” whilst winking at Michael

Tammy sat on the bunk, her nervousness was making her horny again. She had let a practical stranger tie her hands, lock her in a prison cell and watch her masturbate all whilst sucking him off. What was happening to her? The warm sensation began to grow once more as she recalled having her hands tied and how the leather grew warm and sensual over her skin. She heard the faint footsteps as Brad’s entered at the far end of the cell block. Within a minute he was standing outside her cell holding a box a pair of shoes and her purse.
“Miss me?” asked Brad.
Tammy grinned at him and hopped up to see what he’d brought her. Brad took out a small bundle of keys and slipped one into the lock on her door. The door slid back and Tammy felt a little tension leave her body. Tension she hadn’t noticed until it was gone.
“So, damsel in distress is it?” asked Brad, “What do you think of these?”
He handed the box to Tammy who picked up one of the shoes and turned it around and around in her hands. “These are gorgeous! White very innocent and yet the high heel hints at a little more experienced. What’s in the box?”
“Open it and have a look.” He said
She lifted the lid and, wrapped carefully in tissue paper, was the sheerest white stocking she’d ever seen and a matching garter belt. She reached in and gasped as she lifted them out and held them up to the dim light of the cell.
“Will you wear them for us?” asked Brad.
“Us?”
“Yes Michael and I. I saw how you were kissing us both.” He smiled, “Play your cards right and we could have a three some later on!” Brad answered.
Tammy flushed red, then smiled through her hot flush.
“So, am I going to be your damsel in distress prisoner?”
Brad smiled widely, she was making this so easy for him. “I’m not sure we’ve had that many damsels in here. Lets get you out of that Rebel uniform and see how you look in your sweet and innocent lingerie with your hands tied BEHIND your back!”
Tammy flushed again, but the thought of her hands being tied once more sent a wave of butterflies coursing through her belly and down to her sex.
“Behind my back?” She asked
“Yes, that’s how we bind all our prisoners.” replied Brad
“Oh,” She said simply “But that means I wont be able to play with myself.”
“Don’t worry about that we’ll keep you entertained.”
She laid the underwear down on the box and sat on the edge of the bed whilst she unzipped her boots. She then stood in front of Brad and was shocked to see how much taller he was than her in her bare feet.
She reached up and drew the zipper down to her crotch before shrugging the leather off her shoulders and letting the catsuit fall to the floor. She visibly saw the bulge grow in Brads pants as he took in her stunning form for the first time, her standing there naked in front of him.
Tammy picked up the garter belt and looped it around her narrow waist. After a little adjustment she hooked the fastener closed. She sat down again and reached into her purse. She drew out her gloves and used them to gather up one of the stockings, preventing her nails or any skin snags from laddering the ultra sheer stocking. She pulled them gently one at a time over her toes and up her legs smoothing the wrinkles as she went before clipping the suspenders to the lacy tops. Tammy stood up reaching behind her and clipped the rear suspenders in place before stepping into the high heels. She stepped over to the ‘mirror’, inspected herself and then turned to face Brad. “There how do I look?”
Brads mouth hung a little slack as he looked her up and down in the dim cell. He quickly regained his composure and said in a mock stern voice. “Prisoner Tammy, turn around and place your hands behind your back for binding.”
Tammy grinned to herself as she turned on her heels and crossed her hands behind her back. Brad moved forward and took the rope in his hands deftly tying Tammy's wrists behind her back. Tammy gently tested her bonds and a wave of heat descended to her sex as she found herself securely bound. Brad next produced a harsh cloth about a meter long, folded it and carefully wrapped it around Tammy’s eyes moving her hair aside as he tied it behind her head. “Oooooh, you are going for the full on effects for me aren’t you?” Tammy cooed as the burning in her groin grew to new heights. ‘It must bet getting to the point he can smell me!’ She thought. Brad, holding her gently by her bound wrists lead her out of the cell and along the concrete walkway her heels clicking with every step. Tammy reached out and flexed her fingers trying to grope for Brad’s own excitement, but Brad held her a short distance in front of him.
Brad lead the blindfolded Tammy into the preparation room where Michael was waiting for the main show. Michael stood up as Brad guided Tammy into the room. “Officer Michael, this is Prisoner Tammy prepared and ready for interrogation, sir.” announced Brad. ‘That was clearly for my benefit’ mused Tammy in her dark world. She couldn’t believe how much this prisoner fantasy was turning her on, she was practically dripping and she’d not had anything inside her yet.
“Officer Bradley, please escort the prisoner into the interrogation room, I’ll join you shortly to take over.” Tammy smiled, understanding the double meaning of the words and teetered forwards on unfamiliar heels as Brad gently pushed on her bound hands. They passed through another door and Tammy heard it clang shut behind them. In an instant Brad was close up behind her his hands kneading her breasts, his nose deep in her wavy hair inhaling her scent. This was too much for Tammy and she began groping with Brad’s pant. After a minute or so of this Tammy was making frustratingly little progress and Brad stepped back and she could hear him moving around behind her. He quickly squatted on the floor and unlaced his boots before standing, kicking them into the corner, dropping his pants and kicking them off too. Within a minute Brad was back behind Tammy now naked from the waste down his hardness pressing into her wetness. Brad pressed up close and began to nuzzle into Tammys neck as he erotically kissed the soft skin there and moved his pelvis back and forth. This was driving Tammy crazy as she desperately tried to manoeuvre his cock into her waiting wetness. The fact that her hand were bound behind her meant she could do nothing to help guide him in and this further increased her frustration. After what seemed like an eternity of this, to Tammy, Brad gently rested one hand on her abdomen and pressed forward with his other between her shoulder blades. Tammy knew what was coming next and was more than ready for it. She gratefully allowed Brad to bend her over anticipating his entry into her sex. Brad moved his hands onto her hips and positioned his engorged cock at the entrance to her sex before effortlessly sliding inside her. Tammy squealed in delight as he entered her and Brad began a slow steady rhythm. He began to build speed and depth, he could feel her orgasm growing as she squeezed his cock. It was all he could do to prevent finishing himself. All her fantasies had came true together. She was tied up held by a large muscled man and being fucked in the most adorable lingerie in the most degrading way she could imagine. It was too much and Tammy let out a deep groan as she felt the spasms of her first orgasm shudder through her. She sagged onto Brad’s cock and he hooked his arm around her to hold her up as he continued to slide in and out.

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“Sounds like I should have gagged you as well.” He said.
As she regained her strength she could feel his cock continuing its relentless thrusting, Tammy heard the heavy metal door open and clang closed again.
“Officer Bradley, Good interrogation technique you have there. Keep up the good work son.”
“Thank you sir,” Brad replied, “Will you be ready to take over soon, sir?”
“Finish what you started Bradley, I’ll take over in a while” Michael said.
Brad maintained his steady rhythm inside Tammy and watched as Michael deftly threw the noose rope over the beam and tied it off. Michael winked to Brad.
Tammy heard some shuffling as Michael moved around the room and positioned himself to her side slipping the blindfold off the top of her head and then resting his heavy hands on neck and chin. She blinked as her eyes became accustomed to the light. The new hands gently encircling her neck and holding her chin added a new dimension to her arousal. Brad chose that moment to begin increasing his tempo and Tammy matched his rhythm and began to thrust back against him. She very quickly found she was moving to another deep and shuddering orgasm and as she clenched her muscles Brad began to let go of the flood that he was holding back. As Tammy came for the second time during the interrogation Brad gave a deep hard thrust filling her with his seed. Two more thrusts and they both sagged a little from the effort of the ‘interrogation’.

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Brad pulled his rapidly softening cock from her and Michael moved around behind, never taking his hand off the base of her neck.
“Ready for some more interrogation prisoner Tammy?” Michael asked as she heard the sound of a zipper being undone.
Michael was a very different lover to Brad showing no affection, but that was more what Tammy had been expecting and as he roughly entered her well use sex she felt the fire burn inside her belly. Michael held her pressed down with one hand on the back of her bound arm and the other pressed firmly into her gut as he as he roughly pounded his hard rod into her sore sex over and over. This was a lot more humiliating and so much nastier.There was no tenderness in his assault on her pussy.
Somewhere nearby she could hear Brad pulling his pants back on and tying his boots and a fleeting thought passed though her mind, ‘Typical man, only useful for one shot per day’ as she began heating up towards her next orgasm.
Michael was rough and pounded her mercilessly. She could tell this wasn’t going to be the long drawn-out session she just had with Brad, but the incessant hard pounding she was getting, the feel of his army fatigues rubbing against her lips was too much as she grunted with each of his rude thrusts.
Quite unexpectedly wave of ecstasy overcame her and her muscles clamped down on her second lover of the evening as shudders racked her body pushing Michael over the edge.
Michael pumped his third squirt of seed into Tammy, thrusting his cock deeply up inside her. At the same time he clamped his hand tightly on her gut and around her upper arm and pulled as he arched his back backwards, lifting her clean off the ground.

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As she lifted her head her eyes went wide in horror as she saw Brad holding a noose open just a few centimetres from her face. Michael tightened his grip around her waist still more as she began to buck with the realisation of what they were about to do. Brad moved forwards quickly bringing the noose down around Tammy’s neck.

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She let out an ear splitting scream as Michael lowered her body into the embrace of the tightening noose. As Michael pulled his cock from Tammy her long beautiful neck took the full weight of her body and her scream was instantly reducing to a mere gurgle and gasp as her throat constricted with the pressure from the ever tightening noose.

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Michael pulled his fly up and the two men stood back to admire the beautiful girl now hanging freely only a few centimetres off the ground. A few deadly centimetres. A high five and they both left through the door leaving her hanging there to die.

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Tammy kicked wildly trying to find some respite to the torment pressing in on her neck. Her legs went wide letting the double dose of seed slip from her sex dripping on the floor and marking the sheer stockings they had given her. Humiliating her even more. Oh the humiliation, it was too much, her body began to betray her and the now familiar burning began to build once more in her gut. All the time her mind reeled at the situation;

This was just a game, they’ve just going a bit too far.

But they had strung her up here. They had left her hanging. The agony that was pressing on her throat. These actions said that they were playing for real.

Her head pounded with trapped blood and the her heart desperately trying pump. Her face and sex were burning. She could feel an orgasm growing despite the darkness beginning to form at the edges of her vision.

They couldn’t just hang her like a prisoner, there was no paperwork, no trial.

Thoughts shot through her head as her lungs burned for air and her feet kicked for the ground. Each of her vertebra screamed in protest at the inverted forces exerted on them. Tendons and muscles normally with a few kilos of pressure were now pulled in tension holding her full weight as the rope continued to tighten around her pretty… soft… neck.

As the darkness began to creep in from the side of her vision her sex burned with the pending orgasm.

As her kicking slowed and the burning threatened to send her into final spasms of orgasm she thought she saw the curtains move.
They did move. Then they drew back. There stood four men. They had seen it all, watched it all, FILMED it!

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That was the last thought Tammy had. That last humiliation was too much. Her body bucked wildly as she let go another violent orgasm. Her vision faded to black and her body finally hung there still. Gently swaying from her dying orgasm.

Whilst the four men crowded around for the closing scene of the film her body disgraced her with a final act of humiliation her bladder let go its contents, but Tammy never knew of this. As her urine splattered down on the concrete floor a cheer went up from the film makers.

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The end…..

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