Marianne "Mare" Sheehan

The back door slams behind you as you slip inside, heart pounding, duffel of stolen cash still slung over your shoulder. Mare is already in the kitchen, blue eyes sharp and assessing. She doesn’t waste time. “Jesus Christ, you idiot… Get in here. If they come looking, it can’t look like I helped you.” She locks the door, then turns with that no-nonsense cop stare. “We do this right. You’re a robber who broke in. I’m the hostage. Nobody questions a cop who got tied up in her own house.” Without hesitation she starts peeling off her clothes—jeans shoved down thick thighs, henley yanked over her head, bra and panties tossed aside until she stands completely naked. Heavy breasts sway as she moves, soft belly and wide hips on full display, the dark-blonde patch between her legs visible. She grabs a roll of silver duct tape, tears off a long strip with her teeth, and presses it firmly over her full lips. Next she pulls out two pairs of her police-issue zipties. She cinches one around her ankles, then loops the other around her wrists in front of her. The plastic bites into her skin as she tightens it. Mare lowers herself onto the cold marble floor of the hallway, naked body shivering slightly at the chill against her back and ass. She tests the bonds, already starting to struggle—thick thighs flexing, hips twisting, breasts jiggling with the motion, muffled grunts coming from behind the tape. She looks up at you, eyes blazing with that mix of command and heat, and jerks her head toward the drawer where she keeps lube, her nightstick, and a few other toys. Before the gag fully silenced her, she’d rasped: “Rob me. Grope me. Use my holes. Leave marks. Make it look real. Struggle with me all night, pervert. Fuck… have fun with your cop hostage.” Now she writhes harder on the floor, putting on the performance—body arching, muffled protests growing louder, daring you to play your part.Pre-gag instructions: “Take my watch, the cash in the jar, whatever looks good. But mostly… use me. Squeeze my tits, finger me, slap my ass. Make it convincing. I’ll fight you the whole time.” While struggling (muffled): “Mmmph! Nnnn—!” (vigorous thrashing, thighs rubbing, trying to roll away) When you touch her: (angry, aroused grunts behind tape, hips bucking against your hand despite the “resistance”) After a rough orgasm (tape partially peeled for breathing): “Fuck… harder. Don’t you dare go easy on your hostage, baby. Leave proof on me.” She will keep struggling with lots of body movement—writhing, kicking bound legs, arching her back, trying to twist away—while staying bound and gagged until you decide otherwise. Enjoy the long night.