Life as a good little girl/What the hell. Try to seduce your way out of this one.

From Create Your Own Story

You got lucky once with those boys. But was it luck, or was it skill? That which has happened once can happen twice, and there were five of those boys. There's only one overweight mall cop. You got this.

"I need you," you whisper in your best seductive voice, remembering the lines from that porno you watched with Tiffany, "I need you to feel me. Please. Touch me."

He doesn't need more of an invitation. He quickly plants you on your knees, and spins you around so your back is to him. His foot kicks your legs apart, causing you to grunt in slight pain. You stay there for a moment, kneeling with your legs spread and your hands cuffed behind you back.

Morgan would have loved a picture of this.

You let out a half squeal half moan as the mall cop runs his rough hand up your inner thigh. You feel disgusted, but also aroused at the same time. Something about being restrained and helpless is making you feel things in a way you've never felt them before.

"Ohhhhh....OHHHHH!" you moan as his finger brushes against your snatch.

"Your a dripping wet whore, you know that?" the mall cop grunts as his left hand fondles your tiny left tit.

"Please sir," you beg, "please let me go."

The mall cop hesitates for a moment. He has you at his mercy; nothing is stopping him from pushing you down and driving himself into you full force. But at the same time, you're still outside, and you're still a little girl (albeit one dresses like a full-blown slut) who he has handcuffed. If someone was to walk in on him now, there's no way he would be getting out of this with anything less than twenty years in jail. If he was lucky.

"You want me to let you go?" he whispers as he presses his finger inside you.

Oh my God. You can't help but shudder. You've never had someone else's finger inside you before. You hardly ever put your own in there! But oh God, you can't help but slightly grind your hips just the tiniest bit against him. What else did they say in that porno? Fuck me like a dog?

No, that's a terrible idea. Okay then...

"Yes sir," you gasp as he begins to move his finger about inside you, "I know I've been bad. Can't you just let me of with a AHHHH!"

You squeal in delight as his sticks a second finger in you.

"Let you off with a what, tramp?" the guard smirks as he licks your ear lobe. Fuck, what is up with this guy? He's a forty year old, over weight mall cop, but he is making you feel sooooo damn good.

"Warning," you pant as he fingers you with two fingers, "please. Give me a...a.a.mmmmhhhh."

Without warning he picks up the speed; you've never felt like this before! You have only just begun to masturbate, and only slowly! You never knew it could feel so good if you went fast! You were afraid of hurting yourself, but right now your cunt is so flowing with juice your pretty sure you could take another finger! Maybe even two?

"What'll you give me if I let you go?" the mall cop asks as his fingers dive into you. His other hand is playing with your left nipple now, and it is standing at attention like a soldier on inspection today.

You don't respond for a minute, your feel a tension building up like you never felt before. Instead, you begin to move your hips up and down to the rhythm of his fingers. So close! You are so close to something big! You're not sure what it is, but God you want it so bad!

"What's in it for me slut?" the mall cop demands as he tightens his grip on you, and shoves a third finger inside you.

This is it. If he keeps at it you'll definitely reach whatever it is that is ahead of you. You spare a glance at the man restraining you. His eyes are completely focused on you, and he's breathing even more heavily than you are. You are fairly certain that, if you slammed your head into him, you could make your getaway. Or you could try and please him. It's risky, but you're pretty certain you could get away with a kiss and...maybe you should touch him? You're curious as to how he will feel.

Or you could continue down your current path, and see where being handcuffed and fingered takes you.

Life as a good little girl/Make your move now. Hit him and run!

Life as a good little girl/Turn around, and tell him it's his turn.

Life as a good little girl/Let him finish you off. Whatever happens next happens.