Please don't send chats, I prefer reddit DMs. Also, please be literate and capable of detail focused, paragraph or two-ish writing, that's my preferred pace. This is a deeply darling fantasy, so if that's going to be an issue, no worries. Anyways!

The last 48 hours had been a blur for Mallory, an absolute shit-show. Memories came back in flashes; drinks with an attractive local, Venezuelan beaches and late night parties. The vacation had been everything she'd wanted it to be, a fun little getaway to mark the end of a bad relationship. A chance to, you know, find herself. That's when it got hazy, however. She vaguely recalled losing her bag, the bag that contained copies of her passport, birth certificate and ID.

She remembered lights flashing behind her and something about public intoxication, which if she had her paperwork, wouldn't be an issue. She recalled crying, sobbing and pleading as she explained, drunkenly, that she'd lost it and it was at her hotel. The police, of course, didn't care. She remembered fighting the handcuffs, a bad idea, and she remembered screamed accusations and harsh words seconds before a baton slapped into her head and she faded out. "Drug smuggler, Cartel mule!" The screamed words were all that was clear in her head, not that they were true.

Consciousness wasn't a good thing; Mallory's head exploded with the pain of the blow, an aching bruise and a terrible, terrible hangover. Her back and shoulders were on fire, and her wrists burned. Reality loomed in bits and pieces and, as Mallory began to understand her environments, she began shouting, wordless sounds of helpless fear. The cause of the pain in her back became evident; she was dangling from a hook attached to leather cuffs biting into her wrists, feet a few inches off the floor. A cell door clattered and creaked open and a flashing, blinding light erupted in her eyes, revealing the dingy, dank cell around her. She had been stripped, at least down to the playful, lace-trimmed, black bralette she'd worn and flirty, matching cheekies. "It's time to wake up, yes?", a man in a brown, starched uniform drawled. His fingers snapped and, much to Mallory's horror, another man followed and dragged in a high-powered hose. Blasts of cold, hard water slammed into her suspended body and Mallory wailed as she twisted, flailed and squirmed in a desperate attempt to avoid the painful, stinging water. The men, of course, laughed mockingly even as the first man ordered a halt and murmured, "I would like you clear headed for the interrogation. Juan, would you bring the trolley and tools?"

((Pretty simple! An attractive, 24 year old student named Mallory loses her paperwork and is arrested for public drunkenness before being accused of smuggling in drugs. She's held captive in a local jail and interrogated brutally by a corrupt police force. If this goes longer term, or if we'd rather just go another route, I'm super open to her being released into an all-male, unsupervised prison to wait for her trial, which is months away.))

I'm not into - scat, feet, excessive body hair, body-alteration, intentionally unclean or intentionally unhygienic or intentionally unattractive people used as a literary device.

I am into - painful anal, first time anal, toys, orgasm control, orgasm denial, orgasm torture, non-sexual and sexual torture, interrogation, sadism, pain-play, group sex, humiliation, degradation, dub-con, forced bestiality and bisexuality, giving rim-jobs, facials, cum-play, bathroom control, gaping, object insertions and much, much more that I'm sure might come up!