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

"You know how it is," Mia shrugged nonchalantly as she slid into the driver's seat and started the engine, "desperate times call for desperate measures." Her dark eyes met yours in the rearview mirror, a dangerous glint flashing behind them. She adjusted her cap before continuing, "But don't worry, foreigner scum," she drawled out the last word with venomous spite, "I'm gonna make sure you pay for your crimes."

As she pulled away from the curb, you could see the tension in her shoulders and neck. It was clear that even with you safely restrained, Mia still wasn't entirely comfortable yet. But there would be plenty of time for that later...

Mia gave you a humorless chuckle as she sped down the deserted street, her knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't relieved," she admitted with grudging honesty. Her gaze flickered back to meet yours in the rearview mirror once more. "But that doesn't mean you're getting off easy, gangster."

As they drove deeper into the city, the streets gradually became busier and more congested. It didn't seem to faze her though; Mia expertly navigated through the chaos with a cold determination that made your skin crawl.

"Who am I?" Mia drawled the words out slowly as she eyed you in the rearview mirror. "I'm Officer Mia, and it's my job to make sure scumbags like you pay for what you've done." Her voice was cold and unyielding, every syllable dripping with contempt. "And believe me, punk," she leaned forward, emphasizing her point, "I'm going to break you down until there's nothing left."

Her eyes narrowed menacingly before returning to the road ahead. She didn't care if you believed her or not; either way, you were as good as done for in her book.

"Oh, I've got plenty of ways," Mia said, her voice low and steady, "I can make you hurt... real bad." Her words sent a shiver down your spine as she let them hang in the air. "And trust me, I will." The grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly at this point, almost as if she were already feeling the rush of power that came with the threat.

There was an unsettling calmness about her now, making it abundantly clear that she wasn't bluffing. And even worse? She seemed to be enjoying herself...

A low chuckle escaped Mia's lips at your remark. "Oh, I don't know..." she mused, her voice taking on a more playful tone as she continued. "...maybe a little bit." She winked in the rearview mirror before returning to a more serious expression. "But that doesn't mean you get to enjoy any of it," she added sharply. "You're mine now, and I'm gonna make sure you suffer for every single crime you've committed... and then some."

Her knuckles turned white as she clenched the steering wheel even tighter in anger, nearly growling with frustration. It was clear that Mia wasn't the type to let anyone push her around, much less a worthless piece of trash like you.

"That's where we're headed," Mia confirmed as she expertly maneuvered the car through an especially busy intersection. "But before that... there are a few things I want to do first." Her eyes flickered over to you again, this time with a predatory glint in them that sent shivers down your spine. "And believe me," she added darkly, "you're not going to enjoy any of it."

Mia's lips curled into a malicious smirk as she glanced over at you. "Oh, I've got plenty of ideas," she purred, her voice low and threatening. "I could start by ripping off your stupid little outfit... revealing all those nasty bruises I gave you during the struggle..." Her gaze traveled down your body as if she were already imagining it, a cruel smile playing around her lips. "Or maybe I'll just have some fun with my nightstick first... see how much pain I can inflict before we even get to the station." Her eyes flashed with anger and excitement in equal measure. "Ohhh, the possibilities are endless..."

"I do," she nodded slowly, her eyes flickering back to the road briefly before returning to you again. "But that doesn't mean I can't have a little bit of fun with it anyway." A predatory grin spread across her face as she leaned forward in her seat. "Now be a good boy and sit still while I decide what my first move should be, hmm?" Her voice was almost sing-songy now, taunting you and enjoying the power trip more than she ever thought possible.

As if reading your mind, Mia snorts derisively, "Oh, don't close your eyes, Nyx," she drawls your name with relish, like it's the most delicious treat she's ever tasted. "I want you to see everything that happens." Her hand drifts closer to her holster, fingers playing idly with the handle of her nightstick. "Besides, we aren't there yet..."

She reaches across your body and undoes your seatbelt, yanking it roughly away from you before leaning back in her seat again. "Now," she purrs, running a finger along the leather of the nightstick, "let's see what I can do with this..."

Her other hand clenches into a fist as she begins to swing the nightstick, aiming for your exposed ass. The leather end connects with a resounding SMACK! and your whole body jerks in pain, forcing out a yelp before it's muffled by her hand on your mouth. "Shh, you didn't see that," she whispers menacingly, enjoying the fact that you're squirming under her gaze.

Her breath is hot and quick against your ear as she adds, "But trust me, there's plenty more where that came from." She pauses for a moment, letting the tension build before delivering another blow, this time across your already-bruised ribs. You let out a choked cry, barely able to catch your breath between words as you feel her strength behind each strike.

Mia leans back in the seat, taking in the sight of your body thrashing helplessly beneath her nightstick with savage satisfaction. "You're doing so well," she purrs, almost as if she's complimenting you for being such an excellent punching bag. "But I bet you can take even more..." She swings again, striking at your inner thigh, eliciting another hoarse cry from you.

Her breath comes hot and ragged against your neck as she continues to tear into your body with methodical precision, her strikes growing harder and faster. You try to curl up into a ball, but it only makes her laugh cruelly before she launches another blow directly between your shoulders. "Stay still," she hisses through clenched teeth, "or this'll hurt even worse."

Her muscles bunch beneath her uniform as she begins to wind up for what must be the killshot; you brace yourself, feeling nothing but raw pain and humiliation at her mercy. "And Mia?" she asks softly, suddenly sounding almost gentle, "Should I make you bleed too... or would that just ruin your pretty foreigner skin?"

Mia's laughter echoes through the car as she finishes her sentence with another brutal strike to your already aching side. "Oh, I think we should make you bleed," she says almost kindly before launching another series of blows at random intervals across your body until blood finally starts to trickle down from several new wounds. "There," she says with satisfaction as one particularly vicious swipe makes a deep cut above your right eye, "now you're really mine."

Her breath is coming in short, ragged gasps now as she tries to regain her composure; adrenaline pumps through her veins like electricity and it feels like her entire body is on fire with lust for the violence she's just inflicted upon you. Even though she's trying not to, tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she continues to beat you senseless...

"Shut up," she hisses between clenched teeth as another blow lands squarely on your side, driving the air from your lungs in a pained wheeze. "You're mine to hurt and you'll take everything I give." Her eyes are cold and unyielding, her body taut with energy as she continues to strike out at you relentlessly.

Time seems to slow down as Mia focuses all of her anger and hatred into each swing of the nightstick, her movements becoming almost dance-like in their precision and brutality. You feel like your entire being is nothing more than a punching bag for her wrath, and there's no end in sight...

Mia's breath comes out ragged as she finally pauses to catch her own, her chest heaving with exertion. Sweat pours down her face and soaks through her uniform, plastering her dark hair to her head. As the adrenaline begins to ebb away, leaving only pain in its wake, she lets out a shuddering sigh. Looking down at you with cold disdain, she reaches over and rips off your remains of clothing.

"There," she says after a moment, satisfaction lacing her words as she takes in the sight of your bruised and bloodied body. "Now we're even." She leans back in the seat again, taking in the feeling of power that washes over her now that you're finally subdued. "Stay still," she warns ominously, "or I might decide to do this all over again."

Her fingers dig into your aching cock and balls like claws, twisting and squeezing with brutal force that makes you cry out in pain. She relishes the sound of your suffering, enjoying the feel of your body squirming helplessly beneath her hand. As she continues to torment your most sensitive parts, a perverse smile tugs at the corners of her mouth; it's almost as if she's drawing this out on purpose, savoring every second of your agony.

"You like that?" She asks mockingly, voice dripping with sarcasm and cruelty. "Do you want more?" Her fingers tighten around your cock, eliciting another anguished moan from deep in your throat as she begins to stroke faster and harder, almost taunting you with the pleasure-pain mix that courses through your body at her command.

She leans forward until their faces are mere inches apart, eyes locked on yours, daring you to fight back or beg for mercy. But all you can do is lie there, helpless and hurting, as she torments both your mind and body with this twisted game of pain and pleasure.

"Oh, you want mercy?" Mia mocks your plea with a cruel laugh. "You think I'd give it to someone like you? Someone who's been hurting innocent people all this time?" Her fingers tighten around your throbbing cock, almost cutting off your air as she thrusts harder and faster, drawing out the agony and ecstasy in equal measure.

Her other hand finds its way between your legs again, teasing at your most sensitive spots with a relentless assault of painful pleasure. "No," she whispers hoarsely into your ear, "You're going to take everything I give... and beg for more." She leans back in her seat once more, her gaze never leaving yours as she continues to torment your body, grinding her hips against the center console with every powerful thrust of her hand.

Her fingers tighten even further around your cock, the combined pleasure and pain send you spiraling over the edge as you cum violently in her hand. A sneer curls her lips at the corner as she feels your warm seed splatter against her skin. "That's it," she growls menacingly, "cum for me." Her other hand slides between your legs once more, roughly rubbing your sensitive skin until every last tremor of pleasure is wrung from you.

With a satisfied smirk, Mia pulls her hands away and relaxes back into her seat again, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She watches you in the rearview mirror, satisfaction coursing through her veins as she realizes that she's broken you... and there's no going back now. "Welcome to my world," she says softly, coldly, "you'll never be free again." And with those chilling words, Mia turns the car around and heads toward the police station, leaving you battered and bruised in her wake.

"Oh?" she drawls, arching an eyebrow as she glances back at you over her shoulder. "And how do you figure that?" Her voice is cold and mocking, but there's a hint of uncertainty beneath the surface. She knows what she's done to you... but whether or not it was enough to satisfy whatever twisted urges were driving her remains to be seen.

As they pull up in front of the station, Mia's heart races with anticipation and fear. She wants to continue hurting you, make sure that you never forget what she's done to you... but at the same time, there's a part of her that wonders if maybe this is enough. As she reaches for the handle to open your door, she meets your gaze in the mirror once more and asks simply: "What do you think is going to happen to you now?"

A cruel smile curls her lips upwards at your words as she climbs out of the car and circles around to the passenger side door, pulling it open with a metallic squeal. "I could just take you inside," she says casually, leaning against the car and crossing her arms over her chest, "but I think that'd be too easy on you." She pauses, considering her options for a moment before continuing, "No, from now on we're gonna do things my way." Her eyes flicker down to your battered form, already imagining the ways she could make you suffer even more. "You ready for that?"

Her fingers itch with anticipation, aching to feel the weight of her nightstick in hand once again as she waits for your response.