Enforced Justice Part 1

Tina Lee Comet tracked the crooked cop all the way to his dingy basement lair. She thought she had him cornered. But he had the room wired, and the moment she stepped inside the door slammed shut behind her. She tore off her plain clothes, and there she stood: Justice, the masked heroine everyone in the city had seen on the news. Her black mask covered only her eyes. The rest of her was on display: tight latex hugged her body like a second skin, straining against her big tits, the zipper halfway down her chest. Before she could move, cuffs snapped around her wrists. The cop yanked her arms behind her back and locked them tight. He pushed her face-down over a heavy wooden table, then forced a fat red ball between her teeth. The strap buckled at the nape of her neck. She bit down hard, drool already slipping past her lips. She thrashed, but the cuffs held. He grabbed her ankles, spread them, and lashed each one to a table leg. The stretch pulled her ass higher, her tits mashed flat against the wood. She could feel every eye in the room on her, could hear the zip of his pants lowering, and there was nothing she could do but grunt around the gag and wait for whatever came next.