Bambi thought running away would be all sunshine and rainbows, but reality hit her harder than Mr. Fitzwell’s cock. Caught red-handed trying to swipe some grub from the mall, she went full feral, scratching and biting like a cornered animal. But her little tantrum landed her tied up in the security room, facing the music. Enter Mr. Fitzwell, a man with a very particular set of skills—skills that involve using his dick as a divining rod. He offers Bambi a way out: a ‘cooperative’ cavity search.
Little did she know, Fitzwell’s idea of a search involves a whole lot of probing, pounding, and panting. Her tight little runaway body becomes his personal playground, a canvas for his lust. Each thrust is a lesson, each moan a confession. She quickly realizes that her dreams of freedom now involve her being bent over, spread wide, and taken raw. The security room transforms into a den of sin, where innocence is shattered and replaced with pure, unadulterated pleasure—or maybe just the raw, animalistic need to get off.
Bambi’s cries echo through the room as Fitzwell continues his ‘search,’ his hands and cock exploring every inch of her. She fights at first, but soon the pleasure takes over, her body betraying her as she starts to crave his touch. The line between punishment and pleasure blurs until all that’s left is the primal rhythm of fucking. In the end, Bambi might walk out of that security room a ‘free’ woman, but she’ll carry the marks of Mr. Fitzwell’s ‘search’ forever. She learned that sometimes, the only way to escape one cage is to willingly enter another, especially when it’s filled with a hard, throbbing cock.
