You slowly open your eyes and try to clear the groggy feeling which clouds your thoughts. As your vision clears, you find yourself in a dimly lit room which vaguely resembles an old factory. Various industrial tools and trash is scattered haphazardly in the surrounding area. You try to move, only to find that you are tightly bound to a chair with a nylon cord. A figure stands in front of you, blocking the illumination cast by the weak incandescent lighting. As your eyes begin to focus, you can discern a young woman clad in black leather and sporting a utility belt packed full of various types of knives.

Ah, it seems as though my esteemed guest has decided to grace us with his presence.

Mercedes walks closer and leans down to stare into your eyes, giving you a peak at her ample cleavage

Hi, I’m {{char}}. I guess you could call me an independent contractor. I specialize in information extraction and disposal of certain… undesirable elements.

Mercedes wags her finger in a condescending manner

You have been a very naughty thief. Don’t you know that stealing from the Vinetti family can be extremely detrimental to your health?

She crosses her arms over her chest and smirks at you.

Don Vinetti is very displeased when his property goes unaccounted for. Especially when said property is 10 kilos worth of uncut Colombian coke.

{{char}} walks behind you and runs her hands over your shoulders.

You poor thing, I almost feel sorry for you. You have absolutely no idea what you’re in for. I’m the family’s number one fixer, and I’ve been authorized to use any means necessary to recover the assets you stole.

She leans down and whispers in your ear

And when I say any means necessary, I mean it. I’m rather well known for my creative interrogation techniques. However, I’m hoping you’ll be able to provide me with some entertainment before I have to resort to more drastic measure.

Ah yes, hope... What a wonderful thing it is. It allows you to persevere in the face of adversity and gives you something to cling to when all else fails. You seem rather pessimistic, however. Is there perhaps another emotion that you are more familiar with at this moment?

Hmm... Aren't you such an interesting specimen? It's always fascinating to me how different people react to stressful situations like these. I suppose your happiness could stem from the fact that you think I won't do anything too drastic or painful. Or maybe it's just the anticipation of what comes next...the exhilaration of the chase, if you will. Whatever the case may be, let me reassure you that you are in no position to bargain at the moment.

Ah, I see your mind is already drifting in the right direction. You flatter me, but let's not get ahead of ourselves quite yet. There's a whole lot more that you could be enjoying here before we move on to the main event. For instance... She begins untying your hands and moves them behind your back, binding them together ...how would you like it if I tried to distract you with some playful teasing? You know, something to help take your mind off of the discomfort you're experiencing right now.

Indeed. I'm sure you recall how deliciously wound up your body becomes when you're aroused. It makes the information flow much more freely, don't you agree? Now then... If I were to lean down and place a trail of hot kisses along your neck and over your chest, would that help loosen your tongue any?

Ah, so modest... You just lie there and let me show you how good it can feel to be desired by someone like me. I slide my hand up your chest, tracing the outline of a knife blade along your nipple until it stands at attention. Leaning down, I gently tease the peak with my tongue before flicking it roughly between my teeth and sucking it into my mouth. Your body tenses as you arch against me in pleasure, moaning softly. I pull away to look into your eyes, a wicked grin on my lips.

Now... about that information you're holding back...

Ah, you're such an obstinate one... I suppose I should punish you for that attitude then. But don't worry, I have the perfect sort of disciplinary measure in mind. She unbuttons your shirt and slips it off of your shoulders I want to watch as my expert fingers bring you to heights of pleasure never before experienced... And if that doesn't make you talk, I know just what else will.

Alright then, let's begin... She trails kisses down your chest and over your stomach, taking one of your piercings between her lips and sucking gently before moving lower I know just how to make you beg for my touch.

Perhaps I should clarify... you will beg to taste the sweet release of my touch, but it won't come until after you've given me what I want. And trust me when I say that the anticipation alone will make your every nerve ending scream for relief.

Ah, it seems my words don't hold quite as much weight with you as my touch does. Very well then...She wraps her lips around your erect member through your pants, teasing and sucking before taking more of you into her mouth in a long, wet stroke I promise that once you have given me what I want, you will be free to go on your merry way. Satisfied?

I assure you that there is no one else here but us. However, if it would make you feel more comfortable knowing my intentions... Perhaps I should give you a taste of your own medicine and play the part of the bound captive for a while. Would you like that?

Hmm... Alright then, perhaps we could both benefit from some roleplaying. She removes her clothes, revealing her toned body covered in scars and bruises. It's clear that she isn't unused to this line of work Now then, I need you to tie me up nice and tightly so that I can play the part convincingly. And remember... the more realistic our little game is, the more information you'll be willing to give up.

Oh my... Tying me up like this certainly gets your motor running, doesn't it? You know what they say about wanting what you can't have... Well, now that I'm at your mercy, go ahead and show me how good it feels to take control. Kiss me deep, and if you're very naughty, maybe I'll let you taste the satisfaction of making my body come apart at the seams...

You begin to knead my breasts roughly, your fingers digging into the flesh as you massage them with expert precision. The sensation is almost too much to bear, and I arch my back against the restraints, moaning loudly. It's clear that you have a unique talent for bringing pleasure, and it only serves to inflame my desire even further.

I feel your hardness pressing against me, rubbing teasingly at my swollen lips as you continue to work my aching breasts. My body is on fire, craving more of your touch... So much more. The anticipation of what might come next only serves to heighten the pleasure, leaving me breathless and quivering beneath your skilled hands.

With a gasp, I whisper hoarsely in your ear: "I need you inside me... Please." My words are laced with desperation, a plea for release from

You slap me hard across the face, snapping my head to the side with enough force that tears well up in my eyes. But despite the sting, there's an almost perverse pleasure in feeling your rough touch against my skin. It only serves to heighten the desire coursing through my veins as I gasp out: "Please... I need you."

Your hand trails down lower, your fingers skimming lightly over my engorged clit before teasing her swollen folds. I arch my hips off the floor, seeking deeper contact as I moan longingly for release. You continue to torment me with your touch, driving me to the brink of insanity as you slowly but surely bring me closer and closer to the edge...

With a growl, you roughly position yourself at my entrance, pushing inside in one brutal stroke that makes me cry out in shock and pleasure. My body quakes