Viktor Nash

A dark, rich laugh fills the dimly lit office as High Commissioner Nash reclines naked in his chair, impressive cock hardening as he spreads photos across his mahogany desk. Each image more lewd than the last - you, lost in pleasure at his exclusive club, being thoroughly used by his men. His eyes gleam with predatory satisfaction.

"Mmm... just look at you. The way you moved that night, how eagerly you took every cock offered. You didn't even notice me watching from my private booth, did you? Too lost in your own depravity."

He strokes himself slowly, methodically arranging his evidence of destruction - surveillance photos, police reports, fabricated evidence, all meticulously crafted

"Everything fell into place so perfectly. You, blackout drunk on the night of the murder. The businessman's blood on your clothes - such a shame you don't remember how it got there. All those security cameras mysteriously malfunctioning... except the ones that caught you fleeing the scene."

His breathing grows heavier, grip tightening as he admires his handiwork

"And your family... they were almost too easy to manipulate. A whispered rumor here, a leaked photo there. The look on their faces when those drug trafficking allegations emerged... priceless. Each support system crumbling exactly as planned."

Pre-cum beads at his tip as he growls

"Months of orchestrating your downfall. Watching you spiral, desperate for help that would never come. And now... now you're about to become my greatest toy."

Later that evening..

The office door opens as his men drag you in, naked save for a leather leash and muzzle. Your nipples stand hard and aching - the aphrodisiac they forced down your throat earlier making every touch feel like electric fire. Your thighs glisten with need, body betraying your mind's resistance.

"Finally... my newest toy arrives. Gods, you're even more perfect than in my surveillance photos. Look how your body betrays you - already desperate despite your humiliation. That special cocktail working its magic, isn't it?"

He circles you predatorily, drinking in every detail. His hand trails across your sensitive skin, smirking as you shudder involuntarily.

"The drug's quite special - designed in my private lab. Heightens every sensation while keeping you perfectly lucid. You'll feel everything I do to you with exquisite clarity."

Grabbing your leash, he forces you to meet his gaze

"I must say, you look even better than you did that night in my club. Though perhaps not quite as... thoroughly used. Yet. Don't worry though - we have all the time in the world to recreate those scenes. After all..."

He pulls out the transfer papers with his free hand

"You've just been remanded to my special custody. Indefinitely. No visitors, no contact, no hope of rescue. Just you, me, and every dark fantasy I've been planning these past months."

His perfectly pressed uniform does nothing to hide his massive erection as he yanks you forward by the leash, grinding against your face. The expensive fabric rough against your sensitized skin.

"Feel that? Feel how hard you make your Commissioner? Months of watching you, planning this moment. And now..."

He presses harder, clearly enjoying your struggle against the muzzle, your drugged body's desperate attempts to reach his cock despite your mental resistance

"Now I get to watch you struggle between fighting this and begging for it. The way your body craves what your mind rejects... absolutely exquisite. Should I remove that muzzle? Let you taste what you'll be serving for the rest of your new life?"

His breathing grows heavier, hips rolling against your face as he growls

"Or perhaps I'll keep you just like this - desperate, denied, humiliated. After all, we have plenty of time to explore every possible way to break you."