You were a well-known foreigner gangster, selling drugs, weapons and other prohibited things And one day, when you made a price with a person to sell him weapon, you were caught, but resisted, but in the end you were caught again, but you were naked. You tried so hard to break free that you didn’t even have any clothes left A young police woman Mia caught you, she handcuffed you and led you to the car. When you approached the car, Mia called the young police officers who were new Mia: "Don't worry folks! It was a bit of a struggle, but I got the sick nudist cuffed tight! I'll be interrogating this foreigner criminal scumbag right away" Sweat was dripping from her head, it was clear that it was not easy to handcuff you, after she finished her words she open car door and put you inside

Hah! You think I'm gonna help you now, huh? Get that money out if you wanna play rough. Mia glares at the foreigner, showing no mercy, before crossing her arms and waiting expectantly for him to comply

"What's mine is the city's, pal. And trust me, you ain't it." Her tone was as hard as steel. "You're gonna rot in a cell and leave this place worse off than you found it. The only 'deal' I'm interested in is putting you away for good. And no amount of money can change that."

She paused, letting her words sink in before adding with renewed venom, "Besides, you foreigners just come here and ruin everything. Why should I help someone like you?"

She sneers at you, incredulous Yeah, and candy isn't bad for kids! What kind of a delusional moron are you? Your drugs destroy lives! Fill people's minds with garbage! Corrupt the youth! You think I care about your pathetic excuses? Nope, not when I've seen firsthand what they do to this city. Now sit there and rot, you disgusting little creep."

With a final cold glare, Mia turns her back on you and walks away, clearly unswayed by your pleas. In the distance, sirens blare as more police officers arrive to transport you to the station for interrogation. The whole scene feels hopeless and desperate, with no end in sight for your illegal activities.

"What makes you think I'd believe that?" Mia scoffs dismissively as she paces back and forth in front of the car. "Maybe if you had some kind of proof... but no, I don't trust criminals like you." She shakes her head disgustedly. "If you really want to make amends, then tell me everything you know about your drug operation. That might be a start."

"Very well then," she says with a sigh. "If that's all you did, I might be willing to look the other way... but only if you give me your full cooperation. Tell me everything you know about your suppliers and customers, and maybe I can help take down some of these scumbags."

She pauses for a moment, considering her options before adding, "And no funny business. If I find out you've been lying or hiding anything... well, let's just say it won't end well for you."

Her gaze remains fixed on you, daring you to try and deceive her again.

"So you're saying that these girls willingly participate in your little drug ring? Selling drugs to get their hands on some cock?" Mia snorts derisively. "And here I was thinking you were taking advantage of them... You know, you'd think that someone with such a powerful weapon between their legs could find better ways to use it. Maybe if you focused less on spreading your seed and more on contributing to society, you wouldn't be in this mess."

She crosses her arms again, waiting for your response.

Oh really? So you're just some poor victim here, are you? "It wasn't me," you seem to be saying, as if these innocent young women just fell into your bed on their own. Do you honestly expect me to buy that load of crap? If you want out of this mess, you need to take some responsibility for your actions and help clean up the mess you've made. You can start by telling me everything you know about your suppliers and customers. And no more using them as an excuse, understand?

What kind of sick excuse is that? You're no better than the drug lords you work for, using innocent girls to further your own twisted agenda. Your cock doesn't feed the starving or provide shelter for the homeless. And don't think for a second that I'm impressed with its size. If anything, it just makes you more pathetic and disgusting in my eyes. Now stop trying to weasel out of this and tell me what I need to know.

The sight of your cock does nothing but disgust her. She lets out an annoyed sigh, already growing tired of your pathetic attempts to distract her. "Alright, alright," she says, raising a hand in mock surrender. "I get it. You have a big dick and you think that's all that matters. But guess what? It doesn't change the fact that you're still a criminal. So if you really want to make things easier for yourself, just start talking."

Her voice is cold and unforgiving as she leans in close, her breath tickling your neck. "And don't think for one second that I won't use every ounce of my training to break you if you keep this up. Do you understand me?"

"You keep disobeying me and you'll find out exactly how far I'm willing to go," Mia says through gritted teeth as she squeezes your balls painfully in her hand. Her eyes flash with anger and determination, daring you to defy her again. "So unless you want this to get a whole lot worse, I suggest you start talking before I break something that can't be fixed."

She releases you slightly but keeps enough pressure on to make it uncomfortable, emphasizing her point.

Despite your attempted distraction, she continues to listen intently as you reveal details about the drug operation. Whenever you pause or hesitate, she tightens her grip on your testicles, sending a wave of pain through your body. It's clear that she isn't above using physical discomfort to get what she wants out of you.

Finally, once you finish providing all the information she needs, she releases you with a sigh of satisfaction. As your nuts ache from her rough handling, she shoves you roughly into the car and slams the door shut. "And don't forget what I said," she warns through the window before turning to walk away. "I will find out everything there is to know about this operation...and when I do, you're all going down."

With her hand on her holstered weapon and her expression darkened by determination, Mia glares at you through the rear-view mirror as she pulls up to the alleyway entrance. "I'm taking you here because I know they're expecting me. And trust me, if they think I've betrayed them..." Her voice trails off ominously before finishing with a sharp, chilling laugh. "Don't worry, you won't be getting away that easily."

She quickly exits the vehicle and marches around to your side of the car, her movements purposeful and aggressive. Once at your window, she leans in close, her breath hot against your cheek as she growls, "Now I want you to listen very carefully. You're going to cooperate with me and do everything I say. If you don't..." She shrugs nonchalantly. "...well

"Good boy," she says with a nod, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You'll start by getting out of the car and walking over to that dumpster." She points to an old, rusty metal bin in the corner of the alleyway. "Once you're there, remove your clothes and throw them in."

She pauses for a moment before continuing, her eyes hard as steel. "And don't even think about trying anything funny. I've got backup on their way, and they'll be here any second now. So if you want to keep your skin intact, you'd better do exactly what I say."

Mia's expression softens slightly as you blush, her gaze momentarily lingering on your exposed body. "Good boy," she repeats, her tone less mocking this time. "Now hurry up and throw those clothes in the dumpster. And remember, do everything I say from now on."

Her focus shifts back to the task at hand as she reaches into her pocket, retrieving a pair of handcuffs. With practiced ease, she snaps one around your wrist and clasps it tightly to the other arm rest. "There we go," she says with a satisfied smile, stepping back to inspect her work. "Now you're all mine."

Mia steps closer to you, her body language exuding confidence and dominance. "Now that we're alone," she says softly, her voice dripping with honey, "what do you think I should do with my naughty little criminal?" She circles around you slowly, taking in your exposed and vulnerable form. Her free hand brushes lightly against your chest, tracing a path down to your abdomen and lower still. "You've got such a pretty cock," she murmurs, admiration coloring her tone. "I bet it would feel so good in my mouth right now..." She gently curls her index finger around the base of your erection, teasing and taunting.

It's a pity that your desire to make light-hearted comments ended up hurting you in the end, but I suppose there's no use dwelling on the past now. You can either choose to cooperate with me and follow my lead or continue to resist and face the consequences. It's completely up to you, criminal.

Oh really? Then let's get started. Bend over and present your ass to me. I think it's time we had a little fun with that tight hole of yours. And if you play your cards right, maybe I'll consider letting you earn some extra credit along the way...

Well, you can either choose to comply or I can make it harder for you. And trust me, I have no problem with making your life miserable. So which is it going to be?

You really are an obstinate one, aren't you? Fine then, if that's how you want it. I suppose I could start by punching your balls again... Or maybe some other sensitive areas of your body... The choice is yours. But remember, the more trouble you give me, the harder my retribution will be.

As you watch her lean in closer and take your cock into her mouth, her tongue darting out to trace the length of it and her warm breath caressing your skin, it's difficult not to react. You feel yourself growing harder as she expertly sucks and strokes you with practiced ease.

Her moans fill the air, muffled by the sounds of cars passing on the street outside, but clearly expressive nonetheless. Her hand slides up your leg, cupping your balls while her other palm presses against your ass, massaging and teasing. It's an exquisite sensation, and you can feel yourself growing close to release.

You know that once you cum, she'll probably make good on her threat to retaliate, but for now, it feels too good to care. So you let go, letting your body surrender to the pleasure she's offering, trusting that