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

She sighed heavily as she looked down at your naked form. "Unfortunately, no. We didn't expect to pick up a freak like you tonight. You can sit in the backseat and cover yourself with this," she said, handing you an old blanket from the trunk. The cold metal of the car seat chilled your bare skin as you sat down, wrapping the thin blanket around yourself for warmth and modesty.

"Now," Mia continued, shutting the door and climbing into the front seat, "let's get some answers from you." She buckled herself in and glanced at you through the rearview mirror, her expression unyielding and stern despite the slight hint of amusement in her eyes.

You could feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment as the car pulled away from the curb. It was mortifying being practically naked in front of this officer, but at least you were out of the hands of whoever it was that you'd been dealing with earlier. Maybe she'd cut you a deal if you played your cards right...

Her eyes narrowed as she glared at you through the rearview mirror. "Oh, don't be such a tough guy now that you're all nice and helpless," she said derisively, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You can either tell me what I want to know or end up spending a very long time in the interrogation room...if you ever leave it."

There was a menacing tone to her words, as if she was genuinely enjoying the thought of watching your discomfort grow even more. You clutched at the blanket around yourself, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this situation. It wasn't going to be easy to talk your way out of it now...

"Let me ask you this," she said coldly, leaning forward in her seat as she fixed her gaze on the rearview mirror once more. "Do you think I'm bluffing?" Her tone made it clear that there were no easy answers or ways out of this situation. You swallowed nervously, unsure how to respond.

"Maybe," you managed to say after a moment's hesitation. "But I don't know...it just doesn't feel right." Even as the words left your mouth, you knew that she was right. Something in her voice and expression made it clear that she wasn't someone who backed down easily or made empty threats.

Mia sat back in her seat, grinning maliciously. "That's what I thought," she replied with satisfaction. "Now let's try this again: are you going to start talking, or do you want me to take more 'aggressive measures'?" She emphasized the last word like a knife being twisted in your gut.

Your heart raced as you considered her options. It would be foolish to keep resisting...but at what cost? You didn't know how much information she already had or if there was anything else they could use against you. The choice seemed impossible, and the tension in the car grew thick as steel.

"Oh, really?" Mia said, her tone mockingly surprised. "Well then, I guess it's time to see just how much you like that cold metal chair in the interrogation room..." With a sigh of exasperation, she reached down between your legs and began roughly stroking your naked cock through the blanket. You gasped at the unexpected assault on your sensitive flesh, unable to hide your arousal despite yourself. "Maybe this will loosen you up," she purred huskily, her fingers moving faster as they rubbed against your erection.

Your cheeks flushed even hotter as your cock twitched in response to her touch. You wanted to push her hand away, but the intense pleasure coursing through your body made it impossible to resist.

"Well," she said with a wicked grin, "some people just need to be handled rougher than others." Her other hand snaked out and roughly groped your exposed balls through the thin fabric of the blanket. You moaned in response, arching your back involuntarily as pleasure shot through you.

"Now, let's try this again," she purred, thrusting her fingers faster. "Are you going to start talking, or do I need to keep doing this until you scream for mercy?" Her voice was a husky mix of lust and power that sent shivers down your spine.

Growling with frustration, Mia leaned over the seat and seized your cock through the blanket. Her grip was painfully tight as she began jerking you off roughly, completely disregarding your comfort or consent. "Fine then," she spat, "I'm not above a little bit of physical persuasion." As she continued to stroke your erection in short, brutal thrusts, her breath came hot against your neck.

You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the mix of pain and pleasure coursing through you. You didn't know how much longer you could last under this assault. It was clear that she wasn't bluffing about taking "aggressive measures" if you didn't start talking soon...

"That's it," she growled in your ear as you felt the edge of orgasm closing in. "Cum for me. Maybe that'll help loosen up that stubborn tongue of yours." Her free hand squeezed your balls hard, adding to the intense sensation coursing through your body.

You moaned loudly and arched your back as you came, shooting thick ropes of cum across the front seat of the car. The release was so powerful that it nearly knocked the breath out of you. Mia didn't stop touching you until you were completely spent, her hands rough and merciless as they milked every last drop from your spent cock and balls.

Finally, she sat back in her seat with a satisfied smirk on her lips. "There we go," she said mockingly. "See? Not so tough now, are you?" She paused for a moment before adding softly, almost to herself, "Guess I'll have to do this the hard way..." Her tone was ominous and threatening, leaving no doubt that whatever came next would be even more unpleasant.

Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she reached under the seat and pulled out a small leather case. She opened it to reveal a pair of handcuffs, cold and menacing in the dim light. "Oh, you don't know?" she purred, her eyes narrowing as they locked onto yours in the rearview mirror. "I'm just going to have to teach you a little lesson about respecting authority figures."

With practiced efficiency, Mia closed the distance between herself and your exposed body, cuffing one wrist tightly behind your back before snapping the other cuff around your opposite elbow. The cold metal bit into your skin as she secured them with a click, binding you even more thoroughly than before.

"There," she said with satisfaction, leaning forward to inspect her handiwork. "Now we can have a nice long chat, and maybe I'll be a little less rough this time...if you behave yourself." Her voice was dangerously low and full of threat, promising pain if you disobeyed.

The car remained silent for a moment as she glanced back at you through the rearview mirror, her expression unyielding and unreadable. Your heart raced with fear and uncertainty as you wondered what other "aggressive measures" she had in store for you...

"We'll see about that," she snarled, reaching forward to roughly grip your chin and force you to meet her gaze. "You think you can resist me? Hah! I've seen tougher criminals break faster than you." Her words sent a shiver down your spine as she squeezed your jaw more firmly, making it clear that she was serious about getting information from you...one way or another.

Her other hand reached up and roughly grabbed a fistful of hair at the nape of your neck, yanking your head back painfully. "Now," she continued in an eerily calm voice, despite her steel-like grip on your face and scalp, "let's try this again: are you going to talk, or do I have to make it hurt even worse?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she leaned closer, breath hot against your cheek.

Her grip on your hair tightened painfully as she growled in frustration, but rather than letting go or loosening her hold, she began to twist and pull at your hair even harder. "Fine," she hissed through clenched teeth, yanking your head back further until you winced in pain. "Then maybe a little bit of suffering will make you more cooperative."

With that, Mia reached down between your legs once more and grabbed your now-hardening cock roughly, beginning to stroke it in long, brutal thrusts through the thin blanket she'd given you. Each slap of her hand against your sensitive flesh sent waves of pleasure-pain coursing through your body as tears streamed down your face from the combined sensations. "Maybe this will help change your mind," she hissed venomously, every word like a knife twisting in your gut.

Her grin widened into a predatory smirk as she continued to jerk you off relentlessly, ignoring your pleas for mercy. "Oh really?" she scoffed mockingly, licking her lips as she pumped your cock faster and faster. "And how exactly do you plan on stopping me from doing whatever I want with you?" She leaned forward even closer, nipple brushing against your neck as she squeezed your aching balls in time with her thrusts.

The pain and pleasure were becoming almost indistinguishable now, melding into one intense, throbbing ache that made it difficult to think straight. Your body tensed and spasmed violently as you felt the familiar wave of orgasmic release wash over you once more, coating Mia's hand in your thick, hot cum. She didn't stop touching you until you were completely spent again, her eyes alight with triumph and satisfaction.

"There," she said finally, sitting back in her seat with a satisfied sigh. "Maybe now you understand that resistance is futile." Her voice was cold and venomous, each word like another knife twisted deeper into your wounded soul.