You wake up sitting on a chair, your hands cuffed to a nearby pole
You struggle against your handcuffs, but it's fruitless
"Oh, you're awake."
You turn your head to see a police dog standing nearby
"What the fuck is going on?" you ask, not able to muster much force as you are still groggy from waking up
"We found you in an FFMA meeting. The group is considered is considered a criminal organization, you know?"
Right, now you remember
You were recently recruited by the Freedom For Men Association, and that was meant to be your introduction
Damned sleep grenade knocked you out soon after it started
"They haven't hurt anyone. They are only considered criminals because you refuse to let men be free."
"The system is put in place to protect you."
"We don't need protection!"
She looks you in the eyes, her gaze sad
"I'm part of law enforcement, and I know you do. You're weak, and lots of females take advantage of that. And sometimes, sometimes that means you get hurt."
She walks toward you and kneels so you're eye level
"Humans are precious, and we need to make sure no one bad gets a hold of you. The system makes sure you're with someone who will cherish you. Now please tell me your partner."
Your gaze moves to the floor, her seemingly caring eyes making you feel discomfort
"I don't have one. The FFMA saved me before anyone could take me."
"So that's why you're like that. Usually FFMA take from men who are unfamiliar with love. They must have scared you with stories of what your partner would be like."
"They said I'd lose all my freedom after being given a partner. I'd be controlled by them."
Her hand moves to your head, and she starts softly scratching your head
It... feels nice

"I guess you could say it's a little like that. But you'll also be loved. Humans need to be touched, need to be held and loved. We enjoy being with you, so we want to make sure you're happy too. FFMA, before becoming criminals, were mostly headed by abusive females who were refused a man. Psychos, sadists. We found a lot of poor men with scars from their leader."
She moves her hand from your head, and you realize the scratches had put you in a bit of a daze
"Wait, even if that is true, humans can be independent, we don't need you to protect us!"
She sighs, walking behind you
You hear a click and metal jingle, and you have your hands free
She walks to the cell door and unlocks it, leaving it swung open
"You're letting me go?"
"I'm giving you a chance," she says as she stands in front of the door
"If you're capable of being independent, than get past me. If you get out, you're free, but if you can't, you'll be my partner."
You stand up and look to see any openings
There don't seem to be any, you're unlikely to squeeze past her the way things are
You might need some force to get past her

Grabbing the chair, you throw it at her head
She appears surprised, but it's lightweight enough that she can knock it aside
You try to use the distraction to punch her and hopefully give yourself an opening, but she grabs your hand and pulls you into a powerful hug
"See. You're too weak. If some female with bad intentions came along you'd be in trouble."
"I'm not!"
"You are! It isn't your job to fight, to protect yourself! This is what a partner is for!"
One of her hands reach for your head and starts scratching it again while also pushing your head into her bosom, making your breathe in her scent
"Fighting is not your purpose. It is our job to protect you, and it's your job to make a hard day worth it."

Your mind is unable to think, the feeling of her claws in your hair and her scent is pushing you over the edge
"You're made to be hugged. To be kissed. To be touched."
She softly nips your neck, and you give out a small whimper
"Don't deny it. You'll be happier with me. I'll always be happy to cuddle you, to hold you."
Her other hand reaches into your pants and grabs your dick and softly strokes it
"Does that feel good? Does this make you happy, being treated like this?"
"I d-don't know."
Your hips start to softly buck despite your words
"You do like it. There's nothing wrong with it. It just means you're a good boy."
Her hand leaves your pants, but soon pulls it down, leaving your penis standing out in the open air
She soon does the same with her own pair, her moist vagina glistening and trailing fluid
She gently pushes you down to the ground and she joins you
Going down, she lands on your manhood, and you moan as she squeezes you
"This will be your duty. It's fun, right? My job is hard, but you'll make it so much easier to stand. Seeing you, feeling you, it's something I've dreamed of for a long time."
She starts to softly hump you
"It makes me happy to see you happy, and it will make you happy to make me happy. This is how it's meant to be. Be a good boy and accept it."
Her humps become harder, and her hand scratches deeper into you, making you shake in pleasure
"You're such a good boy. A handsome, cute boy. Good, good, good boy."
The praise sends you over the edge, and you cum into her
With a few final humps, all of your seed spills
"Didn't that feel good? It will be your job from now on."
She picks gets up off of you, and picks you up
"Now, let's wash up before I take you home. Can't have my sweetie all dirty after all.
You feel the comfortable sway as she walked you to your destination
"Oh, and another duty I may have forgot to mention. You might have to take care of some kids some day, but I'm sure you'll be ready for it when the time comes."
Feeling tired from your ordeal, you close your eyes and doze
Her hand never left your head