Enforced Justice Part 3

Years later the crooked cops step out of their prison cells with new names and sharper appetites. One becomes Rapture, all curves and menace, nipples straining the leather. The other links up with Justice and calls herself Siren, but the thrill of the job never sticks. After they corner Rapture and take what they want, Siren tastes power again and flips. She swaps the badge for a new mask and a wicked smirk. Justice watches, jaw tight. She grabs both women, pins them, and makes them feel the law in every inch of their bound bodies—rope biting fat tits, fake or real, hips bucking, mouths stuffed full until the only lesson left is that crime always costs more than you planned to pay.