Handcuffed Hottie's Cavity Violation

Pretty woman with golden tan, seated on a white stool, dressed in a stunning two piece athletic suit and white over the knee socks in a brightly lit room. The woman has her hands behind her back as they are handcuffed. The young lady is in a holding room at her local Police precinct. A detective enters the room to interrogate her, but instead decides to do a cavity search all over her body. The young lady is clearly afraid and feeling discomfort as this detective is aggressively shoving his hands in her crotch and anal area.

Lena sat rigid on the white stool in the precinct's holding room, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like angry hornets. Her golden-tan skin gleamed under the glare, stretched taut over her toned curves. The two-piece athletic suit clung like a second skin—neon pink micro shorts riding high on her ass cheeks, the skimpy crop top barely containing her full tits, white over-the-knee socks hugging her calves like forbidden invitations. Her wrists burned behind her back, cuffs biting into flesh. Heart hammering, she eyed the door. Footsteps echoed—heavy, deliberate. Detective Hale strode in, mid-30s, broad-shouldered, eyes locked on her like prey. No notepad, no questions. Just a smirk as he circled her stool, gloved hands flexing. "Spread 'em," he growled, voice low and rough. Lena's breath hitched, fear twisting her gut. "W-wait, this isn't—" His boot kicked her thighs apart. Rough palms yanked her micro shorts aside, exposing her smooth-shaven pussy. Fingers plunged in without mercy—two thick digits spearing her dry folds, twisting deep. She gasped, body jolting, discomfort flaring hot as he pumped aggressively, thumb grinding her clit. "Fuck—stop!" she whimpered, squirming against the cuffs. He ignored her, free hand ripping the shorts lower. Spit-slick finger probed her tight asshole, shoving past the ring with brutal force. In and out, stretching her raw, his breath hot on her neck. "Standard cavity search, slut. Hold still."

Det. Hale then borrows a police baton and rams it into Lenas groin, causing excruciating pain, as she yells out. "So, you like walking around my streets cock teasing the public you cunt?" Lena replies, "No asshole, I was just going down to a swim meet." Det. Hale then grabs Lenas groin area and squeezes the shit out of it! Lena is shifting violently in the seat. "Asshole? Did you resort to me as ASSHOLE you fucking cunt?" Lena is starting to cry in fear and in excruciating pain. Hale then forces Lena off of the chair and onto the floor. She's moaning, but still conscious.

Hale yanked his fingers free with a wet pop, Lena's holes clenching in protest. He snatched a thick police baton from the table, its ridged length gleaming under the fluorescents. Eyes dark with lust and rage, he jammed the tip hard against her exposed pussy lips. She screamed as he rammed it in—brutal, unyielding—stretching her walls to the brink, the rigid shaft grinding deep into her groin. Excruciating fire exploded through her core. "So, you like walking around my streets cock-teasing the public, you cunt?" he snarled, twisting it viciously. "No—asshole! I was just going to a swim meet!" Lena sobbed, thighs quaking in her white over-the-knee socks, micro shorts tangled at her ankles. "Asshole?" Hale roared. His hand clamped her mound like a vise, fingers digging into swollen flesh, squeezing until she bucked wildly on the stool. Tears streamed down her golden-tan cheeks, pain ripping guttural cries from her throat. He wrenched the baton out and shoved her off the stool. She crumpled to the cold floor, skimpy top riding up to bare her tits, moaning in agony but eyes still fluttering open.

Hale then grabs Lena by her hair as she is trying to get up. Her pussy and her tits hurt. As she attempts to rise up, Hale gives her a knee directly into her mid-section, sending Lena back onto the floor. Hale states "Asshole, huh, bitch!? I'll show you how much of an asshole I am! GET UP CUNT!!!" Lena is truly hurting, yet she manages to rise as Hale is pulling her by her hair, to a dungeon like room to render TORTURE and who knows what else?!.

Hale lunged, fist twisting into Lena's dark hair, yanking her head back as she struggled to rise on trembling knees. Her pussy throbbed with raw fire, tits aching from the rough spill, white over-the-knee socks scraping the gritty floor. She gasped, pushing up—only for his knee to slam into her midsection like a battering ram. Air exploded from her lungs; she collapsed again, curling fetal, skimpy top twisted around her ribs, neon micro shorts still bunched at her ankles. "Asshole, huh, bitch!? I'll show you how much of an asshole I am! GET UP, CUNT!!!" Hale bellowed, dragging her by the scalp across the cold tiles. Tears blurred her vision, body screaming in agony, but she staggered upright, cuffed hands useless behind her. He hauled her through a shadowed door into a dim dungeon-like chamber—chains dangling from walls, a stained metal table bolted down, whips and worse glinting in the low light. He shoved her forward, her bare ass hitting the edge.

As they enter the dimly lit room, Hale is still got a firm grip on Lenas hair. There's a single chair in the room. On the floor behind the chair there's a strand of rope. Hale then delivers a blow to Lenas mid-section, she doubles over gasping for air. He shoves her into the chair and proceeds to tie her to the chair. There's a table on the opposite end of the room and a leather belt was on top. Hale, grabs the belt. He inserts a gag around Lenas mouth to drown out the screams that are about to commence. Lena is recuperating from the recent abuse, but anticipates further beatings from this psycho cop. Hale asks, "Do you still think I'm an asshole you fucking cock teaser?" Lena in fear for her life starts cowering in fear, but doesn't respond. "I didn't hear you bitch...am I still an asshole?" Hale, didn't wait for her response and decided to whip her hot gorgeous thighs. An elongated "OWWWW" came out of Lena. Hale appeared to have enjoyed it. The bulge in his slacks seemed bigger than before. There's also a wet spot appearing. "Come on BITCH!!! Call me an asshole again!" While saying that he whipped her again on top of her hot thighs. Another "OOOOOWWWWWW" came out with a crying overtone, as Lena lunged forward, almost tipping over the chair.

Hale's fist tightened in Lena's dark hair, dragging her deeper into the dungeon's gloom, the single wooden chair looming like a throne of torment. Her white over-the-knee socks dragged across the grimy floor, micro shorts still snarled at her ankles, skimpy top barely containing her heaving tits. He slammed a knee into her gut—sharp, brutal. She doubled over, gasping, lungs burning as he shoved her ass-first into the chair. Rope from the floor whipped around her wrists, binding them behind the backrest, ankles lashed to the legs, spreading her thighs wide. Exposed pussy glistened under the faint bulb. From the far table, he snatched a thick leather belt, then jammed a ball gag between her teeth, buckling it tight. Drool already beaded at her lips. "Do you still think I'm an asshole, you fucking cock teaser?" Hale growled. Lena cowered, eyes wide with terror, body quaking but silent. "I didn't hear you, bitch... Am I still an asshole?" The belt cracked across her golden thighs—red welts blooming instantly. "OWWWW!" she wailed through the gag. His slacks tented harder, a dark wet spot spreading. "Come on, BITCH! Call me an asshole again!" Another lash seared her flesh atop the first. "OOOOOWWWWWW!" Tears poured as she lurched forward, chair teetering on splintered legs.

Lena is now crying steadily. Hale drops the belt back on the table, unzips his zipper and pulls out an eight inch throbbing cock. He pulls down Lenas gag and forewarns her that she's about to take what he gives and if she bites, he will beat the shit out of her. Hale then proceeds to ram his cock dep into Lenas throat, almost gagging her. He clenches the back of her head and is skull fucking her. As he's about to explode, he pulls out and shoots what appears to be a quart of baby goo all over Lena.

Lena's sobs wracked her bound frame, tears carving salty tracks down her flushed cheeks, white over-the-knee socks stretched taut over quivering calves. Red welts striped her thighs, pussy lips swollen and slick from the chair's forced spread. Hale tossed the belt aside with a clatter, zipper rasping open. His eight-inch cock sprang free, veined and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the slit. He yanked the gag from her mouth, strings of drool snapping. "You're taking every inch I give, slut. Bite me, and I'll beat you bloody," he snarled, fisting her hair. He rammed forward, cock spearing deep into her throat. Lena gagged hard, choking spasms milking his shaft as he clenched her head, hips pistoning brutally—skull-fucking her with wet, savage thrusts. Spit bubbled from her stretched lips, skimpy top soaked and clinging to her tits. Groaning, Hale yanked out just as his balls tightened. Ropes of thick cum erupted—a quart of hot, sticky seed blasting her face, tits, and open mouth in endless spurts. She gasped, drenched and gasping.