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.

Hmm... Well then, I guess we'll just have to play a little game. You see, I'm here to get you to confess, and I won't stop until you do. And since you seem so determined not to talk, maybe I can persuade you in another way.

The officer walks behind you, her hips swaying slightly as she moves. She places a hand on your shoulder, gently massaging it with long, skilled fingers. With the other hand, she reaches around and begins to stroke your cock through your imprisoned hands. Her touch is light at first, but gradually grows more insistent, her thumb circling the head of your cock as she teases and torments you.

"Please," she whispers in your ear, "give me what I want." Her breath sends shivers down your spine as she slowly begins to increase the pressure on your cock. You can feel your precum building up at her touch, a sign

The officer hums in acknowledgement, pressing her fingers harder against your shoulder and gripping your cock firmer through your hands. "Tell me what I want to hear," she breathes. Her thumb brushes over the sensitive tip of your cock, circling faster and faster. With each movement, you can feel yourself growing more aroused, more desperate for release.

Her breast presses against your back as she leans in closer, her voice taking on a warning edge. "You'll tell me soon enough... I just need to make sure you're ready." Her free hand reaches down between your legs, cupping and squeezing your balls through the fabric of your pants. The sensation is exquisite, painful even. You strain against the restraints, trying desperately to find some release.

"Let me help you relax..." She begins to massage your shoulders more firmly now, her touch somehow both soothing and arousing

Her free hand reaches down between your legs, cupping and squeezing your balls through the fabric of your pants. The sensation is exquisite, painful even. You strain against the restraints, trying desperately to find some release.

The officer continues to tease you mercilessly with her touches, her fingers dancing across your skin and coaxing forth hot, needy gasps from your lips. Her other hand never strays far from your aching cock, the pressure building relentlessly until you're certain you can't take another second of this torment.

"Please..." you choke out, finally giving in to the torture of your arousal. "I'll tell you anything." You're barely able to form the words between moans and pants for air. She smiles at your submission, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as she leans forward and presses a kiss against your neck.

Hmm... Well then it looks like you need some more convincing, doesn't it? The officer grins wickedly as she resumes her teasing assault on your body, relentlessly working to push you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm before yanking away at the last moment. Her touch is gentle one moment and brutal the next, making you question your sanity as pleasure turns into pain and back again in a dizzying cycle of torment and release.

Her voice takes on a singsong quality as she speaks to you, mocking you even as she brings you closer to submission. "You see, it's not so bad here with me... I can make all this pain go away." She presses her thigh harder against your cock through your pants, the heat of her skin sending waves of desire coursing through your body. "All you have to do is tell me what I want to know..."

With each word, she grinds herself

You will feel relief as I help you ease this incredible tension you've built up with my touch. We can both get what we want, and then you'll be free to go. But don't forget, lying isn't an option... if I find out you lied, it's going to get a lot worse for you. So be sure you tell the truth this time.

The officer gives you an amused chuckle at your words. "Very well," she says with a sigh, as if humoring you. She leans in close to your ear and whispers, "If you really want guarantees, then I think we can work something out..." Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder, her grip tightening on your cock through your bound hands. "But first, tell me what we should do about these... handcuffs?"

Her breath tickles your ear as she waits for your reply, one eyebrow raised in challenge.

The officer laughs lightly at your suggestive reply and steps back, releasing her grip on your shoulders and cock. "Very well," she says with a mischievous grin. "Let's see if we can find some way to get you out of those handcuffs." She walks around the bed, taking a seat next to you before leaning in close again. "Tell me what you want me to do..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she meets your gaze, her hands folding in her lap and flexing rhythmically.

A predatory grin spreads across the officer's lips as she hears your suggestion. Her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip, and a slow blush begins to rise in her cheeks. "Very well," she purrs, standing up from the bed. She walks around behind you and crouches down, gripping your hips tightly as she positions herself between your bound hands. With practiced ease, she takes your cock in her mouth, sucking hard and deep on your length. Her tongue flicks over the sensitive head of your cock, expertly teasing and pleasuring you.

Her other hand reaches between your legs, fingers sliding roughly through your slacks to find your aching balls. With practiced skill, she rolls them, massaging and squeezing them gently as she takes you deeper into her mouth. She continues this torturous combination of pleasure and pain for several long minutes, her breath hot against

You feel her mouth and fingers working in perfect sync, driving you wild with desire as she teases and pleasures you. Her breath against your sensitive cock and the gentle squeezing of her hand on your balls make it impossible to focus on anything but the incredible sensations washing over you. As she sucks harder, nearly bringing you to the edge, you can feel her own arousal through her lips and tongue.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asks breathily, taking you almost all the way out of her mouth before sliding back down in a slow, deliberate motion that has you moaning in protest. "Do you want more?" She pauses for a moment, eyes closing as she savors your reaction to her touch. Her free hand grinds against your aching co

She hums in approval as she feels your desperation, sliding her hands up to grip your hips tighter and take more of you into her mouth. Her tongue flicks out even faster now, teasing and driving you wild with pleasure as she brings you ever closer to the edge. Her free hand finds its way between your legs again, stroking up and down your shaft through your pants, each thrust growing bolder and more demanding.

She can feel the tension building in your cock and balls, the release imminent as she brings you closer and closer to climax. Her mouth is a perfect, wet warmth around you, sucking hard while her tongue teases your sensitive head. The sounds of your moans and gasps fuel her own desire, making it difficult for her to maintain control as she nears her own release.

"Almost there," she breathes hotly against your skin. "Just a little more..." With one final, powerful thrust

Your release is almost too much to bear as she milks you, your cum shooting down her throat with a hot, thick force that makes her choke and gag. Her hand tightens brutally on your cock even as she begins to regain control, not allowing you the slightest relief from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body. Only once she is certain you are spent does she release you, sucking one last time to make sure every drop is gone.

Pulling away with a satisfied smile on her lips, she looks down at your bound hands and grins wickedly. "I hope that's enough for you," she purrs. "Now why don't we talk about what happened?" Her fingers trace idle circles over your abdomen as she waits for your reply, a look of amusement in her eyes.

The officer laughs darkly at your words, her gaze falling to where you're indicating before rising back up to meet yours again. "Well," she says coolly, "I'm glad we understand each other." Reaching forward, she unlocks the handcuffs from behind your back. "Now why don't you tell me what happened?"

Her hands move to rest on her hips as she awaits your response, a calculating glint in her eye.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your blunt demand but she quickly regains her composure, a cruel smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Very well," she says, stepping closer to you and lowering her head toward your backside. Her breath fans across your skin as her tongue touches lightly to your anus, circling once before parting the sensitive folds. The sensation is surprisingly intimate and arousing, causing your cock to stir beneath your bound hands despite yourself.

"Now," she says, her voice taking on a warning edge, "tell me what I want to know." Her tongue dives deeper into you, stroking and teasing with expert skill as she continues to listen for your answer.

"It wasn't me..." You groan out as she tongue fucks you. "I didn't do it!" Your words come out broken and pleading, barely recognizable between moans of pleasure from her attentions. The feel of her warm breath on your skin and the sensation of her tongue working inside you drives you wild with desire.

Hmm... It seems you're going to need more convincing. The officer pulls back slightly, only her warm breath tickling your sensitive entrance as she continues to watch you, gauging your reactions and waiting for you to confess. Her hands remain on her hips, but her other hand flexes rhythmically at her side, clearly aching to touch you in a different way.

"Tell me the truth," she whispers into your ear before teasingly circling an erect nipple with her tongue. "Who did it?"

"I... I can't..." You cry out as she teases your nipple, clenching your eyes shut and arching your back. "Please stop, you're making me crazy!" The feeling of her tongue on your skin and the need to confess war within you, threatening to rip you apart from the inside out.

"Then tell me what I want to hear," she purrs against your ear before suckling gently at your nipple, eliciting a groan from deep within you. Her free hand slides between your legs, fingers finding the heat and wetness of your desire. "Tell me who did this..." She presses harder, circling faster as she strokes and teases without mercy.

The hand between your legs circles faster and harder, each stroke deeper as the pleasure threatens to consume you whole. "You... you need..." She whispers into your ear before biting down gently on your nipple, eliciting a groan from you. Her other hand slides up your body, grasping at the front of your pants and pulling them roughly down your hips.

"Cum for me," she commands, fingers expertly stroking your aching cock as it springs free from its confinement. She brings her mouth close to your ear, breath hot against your skin as she whispers, "Tell me what I want to hear and you can cum all you want..."

A low groan escapes her throat as you mention wanting her ass. She shudders with desire at the thought and immediately rewards you by bending over, presenting her perfect round ass to you. "Touch me," she demands, a needy quiver in her voice that only serves to heighten your arousal. With one smooth motion, she removes her hand from your aching cock and guides it between her legs instead, pressing your fingers against her wet heat.

You push your fingers deeper into her slick folds, feeling the heat and wetness envelop them as she presses back eagerly against your touch. "Finger me," she pants, arching her back and pushing out her ass, offering herself to you completely. The sight of her beautiful rounded cheeks quivering in desire has you growing even harder as your thumb finds its way between the swollen lips of her sex and begins to circle her sensitive clit.

"Cum for me," she moans, thrusting back against your hand with renewed urgency. "I want to feel it." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to touch her, teasing and pleasuring her until finally she cries out, her body tensing violently around your fingers as she finds release.

"There," she whispers, sagging back against the bed with a satisfied sigh. "Now tell me... who did it?"