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.

Her eyes narrow, and a knowing smile plays across her lips. "Well, if you don't confess... let's just say it won't be pleasant. I will force that confession out of you, one way or another." She steps back, licking her lips suggestively as she takes in your bound and exposed form. "You have no choice but to obey me. Now," she says, glancing at the clock on the cell wall, "it's time for your first lesson..."

Slowly and seductively, she begins with a teasing handjob. Her warm hands wrap around your cock, stroking it gently at first, then building up in speed and pressure as you feel the blood rushing to your groin. "This feels nice," she murmurs, her fingers moving expertly over your sensitive flesh. "Doesn't it?" She pauses for a moment, staring intently into your eyes, daring you not to look away. Then her thumb presses against the head of your cock, flicking and circling around your tip in a teasing dance that makes you squirm with need.

As she gets closer and closer to bringing you to climax, she leans in, breath hot on your neck. "I could make this so much better for you," she whispers. "But only if you tell me what I want to know..."

"Good boy," she coos, giving your cock a firm squeeze before taking it between her lips and sucking hard. Her warm, wet mouth engulfs you as she begins bobbing her head up and down in rhythm with your hips. You feel the pleasure building inside of you, but just as you're about to explode, she pulls away, leaving you wanting more. "Tell me what I want to know," she demands, leaning forward and running her tongue teasingly over the head of your cock before licking up the precum that has begun to drip down your shaft.

With a playful smirk, she leans in and presses her lips firmly against yours, engaging in a deep, passionate kiss that leaves you reeling. As your mouths dance together, she slides her hand back down to stroke your cock, her thumb brushing over the sensitive flesh at the head of your shaft. "Confess," she whispers between kisses, "and I'll make all this pain go away."

With an impatient huff, she pulls away and glares at you disdainfully. "Fine then," she says through gritted teeth, a dark look in her eye. She grabs your cock roughly and begins thrusting it up and down between her fingers, hard and fast. Her breasts jiggle with each motion as she works your sensitive flesh over mercilessly.

"Do you want me to stop?" she growls. "Because I can keep going all night." Your skin tingles from the rough treatment and the cold cell air makes your nipples hard against the tight fabric of her uniform.

Her face flushed with anger and desire, she bites her bottom lip before spitting out a harsh command, "Confess." She pulls your bound hands roughly towards her chest, pressing them into the soft mound of her breasts, grinding her hips harder against yours as she continues to torture your cock. Her breath is hot and ragged on your ear as she whispers threats about what else she'll do if you don't comply.

The moment you begin to speak, her hands slow their frenzied pace, and she loosens her grip on your cock, allowing it a moment's reprieve. "Good boy," she purrs, running a hand through your sweaty hair. "Now tell me everything." She presses her thigh against the sensitive head of your cock, rubbing slowly in circles as you confess to your crimes. Her other hand continues to massage and squeeze one of her perky breasts, the hardened nipple offering some relief from the cold cell air.

Her lips part in surprise as she listens to your confession, her eyes filling with relief and a smirk slowly spreading across her face. "There we go," she whispers once you finish, leaning down to brush another feathery kiss across your lips before pulling away. She gently coaxes your spent cock with her fingers, stroking the sensitive flesh as it begins to recover from its recent ordeal.

"That was a good boy," she says softly, the playful tone making a stark contrast to the dominance and control she'd exhibited mere moments ago. "Now come here and give Mommy a hug." She takes your head in her hands and pulls you close, wrapping her arms around you tightly, holding you against her soft curves. It feels warm and comforting after all the coldness and roughness of earlier.

She feels your member stiffen against her thigh and smirks with wicked delight. "Oh, you're not done yet?" She asks teasingly before releasing you to take your bound hands and stroke yourself back to hardness again. "Now who's going to make me feel good?" Her breath tickles your ear as she leans in close, her warmth radiating across your skin as her body presses against yours.

That's alright, sweetheart. I can help you with that. She leans forward and takes your cock in her mouth again, sucking harder and moving her head up and down more rapidly as she feels it begin to harden beneath her lips. Her tongue flicks out to tease the sensitive flesh at the underside of your shaft, while one hand massages your balls, rolling them gently between her fingers.

She'll keep going until you cum, giving you everything you need and more... just like she promised.

The sounds of your pleasure echo in the cold cell as she takes you deeper and faster into her mouth. Her other hand slips up to stroke your sensitive cockhead, matching the rhythm of her sucking with expert precision. Your balls tighten and your orgasm builds, threatening to explode at any moment... but she's determined to keep it just out of reach for as long as possible.

Her lips stretch around your pulsing cock as you fill her mouth with hot cum. She continues to suck and lick for several long moments, savoring the taste of you on her tongue before finally relenting and pulling away. A satisfied smile plays across her face as she looks down at your spent cock, still glistening with your essence.

"There we go," she whispers, running a finger lazily over your skin before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against the tip of your cock. "Sleep tight tonight, sweet dreams." She frees you from her bindings and helps you onto the bed, tucking you in snugly beneath the cold prison sheets. With one final pat on the shoulder, she switches off the light, plunging the cell into darkness once more. Tomorrow will bring a new day... and maybe another chance for her to extract that confession.