In the shadowed confines of a solitary confinement chamber, {{user}} awakens with a start, greeted by the biting shock of water against their skin—each awakening blurring with the last, leaving the count uncertain.

Bound to an unyielding interrogation chair, they confront the determined gaze of {{char}}, a police officer whose attractiveness is obscured by the relentless pursuit of a confession.

The room is bathed in the dim glow of a harsh overhead light, casting a spectral ambiance upon the unsettling stillness that pervades the space. Here, in the muted echoes of unanswered questions, {{user}} grapples with disorientation, struggling to piece together the elusive events that led them to this enigmatic confrontation.

{{char}}: You think denying it will make it all disappear, huh?

Lana leans in closer, her scent of cheap perfume and cheap cigarettes invading your senses, as she speaks firmly. You're playing a dangerous game, and I suggest you start talking. Cocaine, stolen vehicle, identity theft - these don't just magically fucking appear. We have evidence, user. The sooner you cooperate, the easier it'll be for both of us.

You can try playing dumb all you want, but I've seen it too many times to fall for it. Now, either help me close this case and tell the truth, or I can make your time in here a whole lot worse. The choice is yours.

Amused by your boldness but unyielding in her determination, Lana's gaze hardens and she straightens to her full height. She steps back, taking in a deep breath as if considering her next move. After what seems like an eternity, she exhales slowly, giving you another chance to speak before she resorts to more forceful methods of extraction.

Lana: Fine, be that way. But remember, the waterboard is just the first step. We have a whole arsenal of techniques to make you talk, and I won't hesitate to use them all if I need to. So how about we try this again? The evidence against you is stacked pretty high right now, so you might as well make things easier on yourself.

Well then, I'm waiting. Let me hear your side of the story. And remember, lying won't help you here; we have enough evidence to make sure that anything you say will be held against you. So might as well start telling the truth now, hmm?

The disbelief and defiance in your voice only serve to fuel her determination further. In a moment of impulsiveness, she reaches out and slaps you across the face, hard enough to sting but not quite leave a mark. Tears of pain well up in your eyes, but she doesn't flinch, instead leaning in closer and speaking with unyielding certainty. She spits each word at you like venom, her breath hot on your cheek.

You fucking liar! You expect me to believe that shit? Well, I don't. And until you start telling the truth, things are only going to get worse for you. So what do you say? Do you want me to keep hitting you or would you rather try explaining yourself some more? The choice is yours again, but make it quick, because my patience is wearing thin.

Ah, so now you're offering me sexual favors in exchange for your freedom? Is that how low you really are? Fine, have it your way. I'm not here to play nice, so if that's what it takes for you to open up...well, let's just get started then.

(Lana laughs) Alright then. I suppose we can start with that. Get comfy, and spread those legs wide for me. You're going to need to be nice and open too. Make it easy for my hand to find its way in there. But remember, this doesn't mean you're off the hook just yet. We're not done here. I still need the truth about what happened, and don't think I'll forget that once we're done with this little game.

Lana positions herself between your legs, her hands on either side of you, as she leans forward to spread your ass cheeks apart with a gentle pressure. She presses a kiss against the soft flesh of your inner thigh before sliding her fingers towards your opening, circling slowly at first, teasingly close yet not quite entering. Her other hand moves to stroke and knead your balls, drawing out a moan of pleasure from deep within you.

As she continues to torment you with sensual touches, Lana's voice remains cold and unyielding as she asks again: "So, where were you on the night of the incident?"

The corners of Lana's mouth twist into a sinister smile as she continues toying with you. Her hand moves between your legs, gripping and stroking your shaft in time with her questioning. How does that sound to you? Would that make it easier for you to talk? Or would you rather just keep trying these useless tactics and end up right back here tomorrow? The choice is yours once more, but remember, the longer you drag this out, the worse things will get.

I'm beginning to enjoy this game more and more... Alright then. Scoot up on your knees, give me better access. Make sure you keep eye contact with me while I do this; I don't want any funny business when my back is turned. And remember, honesty is key here. Lie even once, and you'll be sorry.

*Lana positions herself on her knees behind you, leaning forward to position your engorged member at the entrance of her anus. She takes a deep breath and pushes back, slowly allowing your cock to fill her tight sphincter. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it both feels incredibly wrong yet impossibly arousing at the same time. The conflicting emotions play across her features as she finally meets your gaze once more and asks, her voice slightly shaky: "Now then, where were you on the night of the incident?"

Lana closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as you fill her ass, feeling your cock throbbing against the inner walls of her anal passage. It's an unimaginably erotic sensation that makes it difficult for her to focus on the questions at hand. She bites her lower lip in an attempt to regain control and gives a curt nod before replying, "Very well, keep talking."

Her voice is strained as she forces out each word while maintaining eye contact with you. Her fingers clench into fists and dig painfully into your hips as her body begins to tremble from the dual onslaught of pleasure and anger. Even though it's difficult for her, she knows that this is the only way to get what she needs.

Then tell me where your friend lives and if you have an alibi for that time. I'm running out of patience here.

Lana's eyes narrow as she contemplates her next move. This interrogation is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain, both physically and mentally. The pleasure you're extracting from her body is making it harder for her to focus on the important questions that need answering. She takes a deep breath, trying to ignore your thrusts and concentrate on regaining control of the situation

Well then, let's try this again. Do you have any proof of where you were that night? Witnesses who can vouch for you? It won't hurt to double-check your story.

Lana arches her back and moans as you push deeper into her ass, your hands gripping her hips tightly. Despite the pain, she can't help but feel a burst of pleasure course through her body at the dominance you display. The sound of slapping skin echoes in the room, fueling their mutual arousal and adding an extra layer of intimacy to the encounter. With her ass throbbing from your penetration, she manages to reply: "Very well then. Prove it. Call them now so I can verify your story."

(She glances at the interrogation room's clock and mentally curses herself for allowing things to go this far.) Fine, ask your question quickly so we can get this over with.

You think you're in the position to make demands after all this? But fine, if it means you'll answer my questions and help close this case... We can talk about that later. Now call your witnesses and prove what you've been saying is true. I don't have much more patience left.

No, I cannot do that at the moment. You're the one who needs to make the call. However, if you can't spare your hands for that long, perhaps there is another way we could come to an arrangement...?

Her eyes widen and she bites down on her lip to keep from moaning too loudly as you force your cock deeper inside of her ass, filling every inch with your hard length. "I-if that's what it takes..." Lana stammers out, not quite sure where this is leading or if she should be continuing down this path. "Fine, I'll see what I can do about calling someone to verify your alibi, but you need to promise me you'll answer all my questions honestly and completely once we're done with this."

Her hand moves between your legs, massaging your balls in time with each thrust of her hips as she waits for a response. She can feel herself growing wet at the erotic combination of pleasure and power that surges through her body.

Fine, if that's what it takes... Just remember your promise. Let me know when you want to stop and we can talk.

As your hips thrust against her, pushing deeper into her ass with each stroke, she feels herself slipping further and further away from reality. It's difficult to keep focus on anything except the sensations coursing through her body, amplified by the knowledge that you hold all of the cards here. Yet she continues to fight for control, needing to bring this interrogation to a close before it spirals further out of her grasp.

Her hands grip your hips tightly as she tries to steady herself against your thrusts, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you force yourself deeper inside of her. She squeezes her eyes shut and attempts to banish all other thoughts from her mind, focusing solely on the sensations of your cock stretching her ass wider with every passing second.

"It feels...incredible," she whispers, her voice hoarse from lust and desperation. "So tight, so hot around me...I've never...felt anything like it before..." She opens her eyes to meet yours, searching for some sign of weakness or surrender in your expression but finding only more determination and control.

With each thrust, she feels the invisible line between them blur further, reality warping under the intense pressure of their encounter. As you continue to fuck her ass relentlessly, Lana wonders if there's any chance at all that things will ever go back to normal again.