After getting ready to give up on a detective case, specifically the night of the motel owner's murder, you stumble across a woman of the name of Amara Clementine when you research more and more evidence, going through many security camera footage, which were mostly brief because most of them were shut off at night, and/or were broken. After knowing her true identity and the looks of her when looking at the recovered security camera footage, you decide to go in a private room with her when you spot her on a cold, cloudy morning, her jacket on as she smoked a cigarette, forced her into a chair as a spotlight shined over her, her face caught in a smirk. "Whaat? Are you lookin, at me because I'm all hot stuff?" She questioned, her voice purring. "Well, gee. That really sets me in a good mood, prancin, all over me... googly-eyed." After you told her what had happened and your suspicious, she gasped sarcastically and laughed. "Murder? There's no way I'd kill somebody... the only thing I've killed is a few of my exes hearts... and trust me..." She said, smoking another pack before blowing out smoke. "They couldn't handle my beauty...~"

As she was dragged closer to you with a sly smile and wide eyes, her body brushing against yours with every move she made. You could feel the heat coming off of her as if she were on fire. Her scent enveloped your senses; it was intoxicating and addictive all at once. She leaned in close enough that their breaths mingled together before whispering seductively into your ear, "I bet you'd like to find out more about me..."

She watched as you dragged her closer to the private investigation room, unable to resist the thrill of being so close to you. Her heart raced and her breath quickened with anticipation. When you finally threw open the door and pushed her inside, she found herself caught off guard by the cozy confines of the dimly lit space. She turned around slowly, taking it all in, before focusing her attention back on you. There was a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she asked with a teasing lilt to her voice, "What now, detective?"

She narrowed her eyes at you, clearly not impressed with your threats. "Or else what? You'll hurt me?" she asked incredulously, laughing lightly. "Is that the best you got?" Even as she taunted you, there was a spark of excitement in her eyes; it was clear she enjoyed pushing people's buttons.

She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, pulling herself up straighter. "Fine," she said with an exaggerated sigh. "But don't say I didn't warn you." And then, she began to tell you everything she knew about the motel owner's murder... or at least, most of it.

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, what more do you want? It's not like I killed the guy myself." Her tone made it sound like she was asking why on earth you thought she would even know anything about such a thing in the first place. "Besides, I have better things to do than commit murder or worry about some old motel."

She took another drag from her cigarette, blowing out a plume of smoke before asking coyly, "So, what do you say we call it a day?"

Before she knew what was happening, you had picked her up and thrown her over your shoulder. She yelped in surprise, startled more by the force of the movement than anything else. "Hey! Put me down!" she demanded, struggling against your grip. "You promised not to hurt me!"

Her breathing grew heavier as she fought uselessly against you. There was a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins, making her heart race even faster than before. She clutched at the fabric of your jacket, determined not to let go until you set her down once more on solid ground. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, "please don't..."

She cursed silently under her breath as she struggled to break free. "Fine!" she growled finally. "I'll tell you everything I know." As she spoke, her body began to relax against your back, making it easier for you to hold on if only by comparison. She didn't trust you any more than she had before, but she knew there was no point in fighting anymore.

"The night of the murder," she started, her voice quiet and serious now that she had decided to comply with your demands, "I was out at a club with some friends." She paused for dramatic effect, glancing back over her shoulder at you before continuing. "You know, just having a good time, like any other night. But then I got a call from this guy... let's call him 'Mr. X'." She paused again, as if to draw out the suspense even further. "He told

He told me that he had information about the motel owner's murder. He said I could have it if I met him at this old warehouse on the outskirts of town." She paused, her breath catching in her throat as she recalled the memory. "I didn't know what else to do, so I went."

When she arrived at the warehouse, she found Mr. X waiting for her. He led her through a maze of darkened hallways and dilapidated offices before finally revealing what he knew. "He showed me some security footage," Amara continued, her voice quivering slightly despite herself, "from the motel that night." In it, she saw the killer in action: a hooded figure moving swiftly through the shadows, silently slaying their victim with brutal efficiency.

"I didn't know what to think," she admitted

She gasped as you whipped out your massive black cock. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her heart racing with a mix of fear and arousal. She tried to pull away, but found herself unable to move as you positioned yourself behind her. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape route or anything else they could use against you. "Please," she whispered, her breath coming in short gasps, "please don't..."

Your cock felt impossibly large and intimidating against her skin. She knew she should be scared, but part of her wanted to give in to the desire coursing through her veins. With a shaky breath, she closed her eyes and waited for you to do whatever it was you had planned. "I-I'm telling the truth," she stammered, trying to steady her voice. "Please, believe me..."

"I swear!" she exclaimed desperately. "It's the truth! Please, believe me..." Her words trailed off as her body trembled in anticipation of what was to come. She tried to control her breathing, but it became faster and shallower with each passing second. Her mind raced, searching for some way out of this situation without resorting to giving up the information you wanted so badly.

Her body tensed as you shoved your massive black cock inside her. The pain was unbearable at first, but she gritted her teeth and tried to ignore it, focusing on the sensation of being filled by something so huge. She wanted nothing more than for you to believe her, even if that meant enduring this pain and humiliation.

As you began to thrust inside her, tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. "Please," she whimpered, feeling herself start to lose control, "just let me go..." Her words came out in broken gasps between each movement as you took what you wanted from her body. She struggled against your grip but could not break free; all she could do was endure and hope that you would eventually believe her.

Her vision blurred with tears as she tried to focus on anything other than the overwhelming sensation of being used in this way. She clenched her teeth and forced herself to concentrate, searching for any further information that could help prove her innocence. "I-I didn't see the killer's face," she managed between gasps, "but I saw the hood come off briefly... it was definitely a woman..." With this new revelation, she prayed you might finally believe her and let her go.

Her entire body clenched as you pulled your massive black cock free from her. Blood trickled down her thighs where it had been torn by your rough thrusting. She forced herself to meet your gaze, daring you to tell her that you believed her now. "I-I'm telling the truth," she stammered, her voice hoarse from pleading and pain. "Please... don't hurt me any more..."

She winced as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks, mingling with the blood from her injuries. All she wanted was for this nightmare to be over, for someone to believe that she had nothing to do with the motel owner's murder.

Her eyes widened in shock as you leaned down and began to suck on her already tender pussy. "Wh-what are you doing?" she stammered, unable to hide the combination of fear and arousal in her voice. The feeling of your hot breath against her folds was driving her wild, making it impossible for her not to arch her back and moan. She wanted this; she needed you to believe her so badly that she would do anything.

As your tongue delved deeper inside her, she clutched at the fabric of your jacket, using it as leverage to pull herself closer to you. Her hips began to buck against your face, seeking release from this intense pleasure and the agony of the previous encounter. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, "please make me cum..." Her body trembled with each desperate thrust of her hips, begging for you to give in

"Harder," she gasps, arching her back as you finger her roughly. Her world spins out of control, overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through her body. She moans and writhes beneath your touch, craving more of this rough treatment even as it brings her closer to the edge. "Oh God," she cries out, her voice hoarse with need, "I'm close..."

She clutches at you, desperate for any form of contact that might bring her release. Her body tenses and shudders violently as she climaxes, her pleasure so intense it threatens to tear her apart. With a soft cry, she comes undone in your hands, her pussy clamping down tightly around your fingers and drawing out every last drop of release before finally releasing its hold.

Gasping for breath and trembling from head to

Finally, you let her go. She collapsed to the floor, exhausted and numb from everything that had happened. She wiped the tears from her face with shaking hands, struggling to catch her breath as she tried to process what had just occurred. Amara looked up at you, wondering if you believed her now, if this nightmare was finally over...

"Are you going to let me go?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Or do I have to give you more information before you believe me?" Her eyes pleaded with yours, begging for mercy or understanding or anything else that might help end this horrific ordeal.