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Astrid Cherry
Rough Custody
Rough Custody
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Julie just wanted to party. Not quite 21, she got arrested and taken to the station. Before she knows what's happening, she's in handcuffs and locked in a room. Then the arresting officer comes back to take what she's started. And then another... And another... And another... And another...
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Adults only! This story contains bondage, submission, questionable consent, rough sex, multiple partners and a gang bang. Way too much for casual readers!
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Now she was alone. The sign on the door identified the room as Interview Room 3. He’d opened the door and steered her in, then closed it. She was sitting in a straight backed wooden chair, her cuffed hands on the table. There was another chair on the other side. The table was bare, the only feature a ring, with a d-shaped clip attached to it, set into its surface. That, she supposed, was where they restrained the officially really uncooperative. It had only been a few minutes - she’d just noticed the clock on the wall - but she was already bored. She rattled the handcuffs.
A shiver ran down her spine, and the back of her neck tingled. This was definitely turning her on. She turned to look at the door. The handle had a lock on it. Should she? No. Definitely not. No way, no how. But she knew she was going to. Julie got up and went to the door, turning the lock clumsily with her bound hands, then went back to the chair, squeezing her thighs together in anticipation.
Extended description
Adults only! This story contains bondage, submission, questionable consent, rough sex, multiple partners and a gang bang. Way too much for casual readers!
***
Now she was alone. The sign on the door identified the room as Interview Room 3. He’d opened the door and steered her in, then closed it. She was sitting in a straight backed wooden chair, her cuffed hands on the table. There was another chair on the other side. The table was bare, the only feature a ring, with a d-shaped clip attached to it, set into its surface. That, she supposed, was where they restrained the officially really uncooperative. It had only been a few minutes - she’d just noticed the clock on the wall - but she was already bored. She rattled the handcuffs.
A shiver ran down her spine, and the back of her neck tingled. This was definitely turning her on. She turned to look at the door. The handle had a lock on it. Should she? No. Definitely not. No way, no how. But she knew she was going to. Julie got up and went to the door, turning the lock clumsily with her bound hands, then went back to the chair, squeezing her thighs together in anticipation.
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