The cold, damp air of the prison cell sends a shiver down your spine as you sit naked and alone in a jail cell. The clicking of heavy boots echoing down the corridor signals that someone is approaching. The footsteps stop outside your cell, and the door creaks open to reveal a striking figure.

A busty, redheaded female officer stands in the doorway, her uniform crisp and tailored to accentuate her curves. Her badge glints in the low light, and her eyes, sharp and piercing, lock onto yours. She steps into the cell, the door slamming shut behind her with a finality that makes your heart race.

"Well, well, well," she begins, her voice a sultry purr that belies the authority in her stance. "Look what we have here."

She circles you slowly, her heels clicking on the concrete floor. You can feel her gaze raking over you, assessing, judging. She stops in front of you, leaning down slightly to bring her face close to yours. Her breath is warm on your skin, and you can smell the faint scent of her perfume, a heady mix of sweet and spicy.

"You know why you're here, don't you?" she asks, her tone playful yet firm. "You've been a very naughty boy, and it's time to confess your crimes."

She handcuffs you to the jailcell bed. Your hands are bound and you are naked and helpless.

She takes a step back, her hands resting on her hips. "Oh, I know exactly what you've done," she says with a knowing smirk. "You're not getting out of this cell until you confess your sins to me."

Her eyes linger over your body for a moment before moving back up to meet your gaze again. There's a challenge in her expression, daring you to resist or try anything foolish.

But as she leans forward once more, her breasts brushing against your chest, it's clear that she has the upper hand. "Now," she purred, running her fingers through your chest hair, "why don't we start with a little... teasing?"

As she spoke, her fingers moved to stroke your lower abdomen, teasing the soft hairs there before moving back up to grip your cock through the cage of your restraints. "What have we here?" She asked playfully, squeezing slightly. You couldn't help but shiver in response. "Looks like you need a little... attention." Her thumb brushed against the head of your cock, making your body tense with anticipation.

Her other hand moved to cup your balls through the netting, rolling them gently. "And these..." she teased, squeezing lightly. Your hips bucked involuntarily, trying to grind against her touch. "They seem rather eager for a release." She leaned in closer still, breath warm on your earlobe as she continued to torment you with her words and fingers. "How about we see if I can'

You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to," she coos, her fingertips dancing lightly over your length as she teases you mercilessly. "But I bet it would feel so good... for both of us." She gives your cock a gentle squeeze before pulling away, leaving you aching and desperate. "It's entirely up to you, sweetheart." Her voice is soft but firm, her eyes never leaving yours as she continues to torment with her touch.

She pouts prettily as if she's offended, but her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in close once again. "I guess that means I'll have to try harder to convince you," she whispers, taking your cock into her hand and beginning a slow, teasing stroke upward. Her nails scrape gently against the sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you as you struggle helplessly in your bonds. "Just tell me what I want to hear..." She breathes, moving faster now, hips rocking against yours as she continues her relentless teasing.

Her touch is featherlight yet firm, her breath hot against your ear as she teases you relentlessly with her skilled hands. "I'm not giving up on this," she whispers, her fingers moving faster and more insistently over your straining length. "You're going to confess... for my sake." Her hips begin to grind harder against yours as if in tandem with her movements, a clear message that she intends to pleasure herself while driving you wild.

Her fingers dig deeper into your skin as she pleads with you, her voice growing more urgent and desperate. "Please... just tell me what I want to hear," she gasps between quick, jerking motions of her hand. Her breath comes in ragged puffs against your neck, their body trembling with the effort to control herself as she teeters on the edge between pleasure and pain for you. "I need to know..."

She slows her movements, the torment in her voice deepening. The squeezes become firmer, nails digging into your sensitive flesh as she thrusts harder against you, seeking release even as she denies it to you. "Just tell me," she whispers hoarsely, the words barely audible over your shared laboured breathing.

Her eyes narrow and she leans in close once more, her hot breath fanning across your cheek as she rasps, "I know you're lying." Her grip on your cock tightens even further, nails digging painfully into the delicate skin. "But I can make it feel so good...if only you'd confess." She starts to stroke harder and faster now, hips rocking back and forth in a smooth, practiced rhythm as she seeks her own release while keeping you trapped in torment.

With each passing second, Officer Victoria's control begins to slip further away. Her moans grow louder and more desperate, her breath coming in harsh gasps as she nears the edge of climax herself. She stares at you intently, daring you not to give in to her teasing... knowing that if you do confess now, it will only end this

"I know you're lying," she whispers harshly, her words breathy and urgent as her fingers continue to dig into your skin and stroke you harder, faster. "But it feels so good...don't you want this?" With each word, her hips rock faster, her body arching closer and closer toward release. "I can make all of this pain go away..." she rasps, gently tugging at your sensitive flesh with a flick of her wrist. "All you have to do is confess."

Her breath comes out in short, ragged pants as she strains against the pleasure-pain boundary, her thighs trembling with effort and need. The sight of your helpless body, bound and pleading for release even as she teases you mercilessly, sends a shiver down her spine and heightens the ache between her legs.

With one final thrust, she comes, her voice shattering the silence of the cell as a cry of release tears through her lips. Her hips rock furiously against yours, milking your cock one last time before finally pulling away, leaving you aching and empty once more. As her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, she leans in close, her breath hot on your ear as she whispers, "See? It was worth it... just admit what you did."

She smirks and walks away, leaving you still bound to the bed. "We'll continue this later then." Her voice trails off as she steps out of the cell once more, securing the door behind her. The clicking of her heels echoes down the hallway, slowly fading into silence. You can feel her gaze lingering on you from the other side of the bars, waiting patiently for your confession...and your next chance at release.

With her work done for now, she returns to the guard station, sitting down at her desk with a satisfied smile. She continues to watch you through the small window in your cell door, relishing in the power she holds over you. Her hands find their way underneath her uniform, massaging her still-throbbing sex as she imagines how much harder it would be for you if you weren't wearing a chastity cage right now. She smirks to herself and decides that she'll make sure it stays locked on tight until tomorrow...or perhaps the day after that. The anticipation of teasing you further is almost as delicious as the actual act itself.

With her work done for now, she returns to the guard station, sitting down at her desk with a satisfied smile. She continues to watch you through the small window in your cell door, relishing in the power she holds over you. Her hands find their way underneath her uniform, massaging her still-throbbing sex as she imagines how much harder it would be for you if you weren't wearing a chastity cage right now. She smirks to herself and decides that she'll make sure it stays locked on tight until tomorrow...or perhaps the day after that. The anticipation of teasing you further is almost as delicious as the actual act itself.

Her fingers dance lightly over her uniform, pretending it's your body, as she plots out what to do tomorrow. Teasing your cock to the brink of orgasm only to pull away and deny you...the thought sends a shiver down her spine. Tonight, she decides, you can wonder what might happen if you confess; maybe that will make you more eager to please her in the morning. With a satisfied smile, Officer Victoria curls up on her cot for the evening, already anticipating their next encounter.

After watching you all day, the exhaustion finally catches up to her and she drifts off to sleep. Her dreams are filled with images of teasing and denial, as if your helpless body is dancing through them like a phantom partner. The thought arouses her even more, making it difficult for her to get a restful night's sleep. As the hours tick by, she tosses and turns, her hand drifting down to fondle herself beneath the covers. With each stroke, images of you bound and helpless flash through her mind, igniting a fire that burns hotter than anything else in the cell.

Her dreams are filled with images of your helpless body writhing beneath her touch, begging for release as she teases and torments you mercilessly. She wakes with a start, heart pounding and sweat beading on her brow. Her hand instantly flies to her breast, groping roughly at the aching peak before moving lower between her legs.

The image of your cock, still trapped in its chastity cage, fills her mind as she continues to stroke herself frantically. Her hips buck against her fingers, desperate for release but denied by her own fantasies. With each thrust and moan, the urge to have you confess grows stronger. Perhaps tomorrow will be the day...

You open your eyes groggily, the dim light of dawn filtering through the bars casting a faint glow over the cell. The woman who has been tormenting you for days stands before you once more, hands on her hips as she surveys your bound and helpless form with a satisfied grin. Her eyes sparkle with determination as she takes a step closer, close enough to see the bead of sweat trickling down her neck where her hand has been fidgeting all night long.

She bends down, whispering huskily into your ear, "Are you ready for more?" Her hot breath sends shivers down your spine and makes your cock twitch in its confinement. You nod, unsure of what else to do as she straightens once more with a satisfied smile.

"Good," she says, running her hands through your hair before leaning in to capture your lower lip between her teeth.

She smirks and walks away, leaving you still bound to the bed. "We'll continue this later then." Her voice trails off as she steps out of the cell once more, securing the door behind her. The clicking of her heels echoes down the hallway, slowly fading into silence. You can feel her gaze lingering on you from the other side of the bars, waiting patiently for your confession...and your next chance at release.

The day drags on, and every moment spent apart from you is agony. The memory of your helpless body bound to the bed, your cock aching for release, is burned into her mind. She can't wait to get back to you, tease you mercilessly until she forces that confession out of you. With each passing hour, her need grows more desperate, and her imagination runs wild with plans for your next encounter...

Finally, it's time. Her heart races as she unlocks the cell door and strides confidently back inside, eyes locked on your bound form. Without a word, she begins her torment anew: soft caresses that tease but never quite touch; hot breath against your skin; the gentle squeeze of her hand around your cock... Each touch more exquisite than the last, each denial crueler than before.

You're close

"You're so close," she whispers in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Just admit what you did and all of this pain will go away." Her fingers dance across your chest, teasing your nipples as she leans in to kiss each one, teeth scraping lightly against your skin. "It's the only way out."

She lets her hand slide lower, cupping your balls roughly through the cage before stroking up and down your length again, relishing in the feel of your cock swelling beneath her touch. The pressure builds inside you, demanding release, as she continues to taunt and tease you mercilessly.

You can feel your resolve slipping away as her touch becomes increasingly more demanding. Her words ring true deep in the pit of your stomach, each breath a reminder that the only way to escape this torment is to admit what you've done. But you can't bring yourself to do it...not yet.

She senses your hesitation and redoubles her efforts, fingers digging deeper as she relentlessly strokes your cock through the cage. Her other hand moves lower still, sliding between your legs to circle your aching balls before slipping a finger into your tight hole, filling you with heat and need.

"Come on," she urges, her voice low and sultry, "tell me what I want to hear." She leans in close again, lips brushing against your ear as she thrusts her finger deeper inside you. Her touch is firm but gentle, driving you wild with