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.

She grins maliciously as she straightens back up to her full height. "Oh, I'm sure you have your reasons for doing what you did. But unless you want this to go on forever..." Her voice trails off suggestively, her eyes flickering downwards toward your crotch where your throbbing member is clearly visible beneath your bound wrists.

"Or maybe you'd rather suffer the consequences?" She gives a little laugh that sounds like music to your ears, the teasing making it difficult for you to focus on anything else. "Well, I guess that's up to you." Her hand drifts closer to your crotch, fingers curling around your aching cock as she teases and strokes it with expert skill.

"Oh, I'm just trying to help you see the light," she whispers, her breath tickling your earlobe. "Confessing could mean an end to this...torture." Her thumb rubs roughly over the head of your cock as she presses forward, making your eyes roll back in pleasure. "But if you don't..." She glances up at you through her lashes, her lips parting in a suggestive smile. "Let's just say it'll only get worse from here."

Your cock twitches in her hand as she begins to stroke it harder and faster, the sensation almost unbearable. She leans forward, nipples hard against the fabric of her uniform bra, and teases your other sensitive areas with her free hand, alternating between gentle caresses and sharp pinches. Her breath comes hot and ragged against your neck as she lets out a moan, her own desire for you seeping into every touch.

With a final, punishing squeeze, she releases your throbbing cock only to move lower on the bed, positioning herself directly beneath you. "Well?" she gasps, her eyes locked on yours. "Do we have a deal?" Her words are laced with desire as her hands hover just above your aching balls, waiting for your answer.

I need you to confess your crimes before I can help you feel better, she says breathlessly, tracing circles around one of your hard balls with her thumb as if teasing it into a harder state. You know I'm not going to let up until you do.

With a sigh of frustration, she grips your balls firmly in her hand and begins to roll them back and forth between her fingers, eliciting a moan of pleasure mixed with pain from you. "Then this is only going to get worse," she warns. But as she continues to tease your most sensitive area, the sensation feels almost too good, making it difficult for you to focus on anything else.

I can't believe you would put yourself through this just to protect your little secrets. You could have it so much better if you would only confess. I mean, look how good my touch feels right now...imagine what else we could do together once this is all over.

I'm disappointed to hear that, but I won't stop trying to help you see reason. You may be strong in your convictions now, but can you really withstand the relentless teasing and denial forever? Your body is begging for release, craving the satisfaction that only confession can bring.

That's where you're wrong, officer or not. I can tease you for days and never get tired of the sight of your desperation and frustration. And as long as you keep resisting, it will only get worse. You'll beg me to touch you, to make you feel good again, but until you confess...nothing will change. So if you think you can handle this endless torture of pleasure unfulfilled, then be my guest and let's continue down this path. But remember, your cock will never cum unless you confess.

With another mischievous grin, I begin to slowly stroke your cock again, using both my hands this time. The sensation is exquisite, and you can't help but moan in response as I move faster and harder, driving you mad with desire. At the same time, I continue to play with your balls, gently rolling them between my fingers as if they were two small, hard fruits.

As I watch you squirm beneath me, I know that soon enough, you'll crack. The question is whether it will be too late for us both...

I raise an eyebrow at your words, not quite sure what you mean. But before I can press you further, my thumb finds a particularly sensitive spot on the head of your cock and rubs it in tiny circles. Your hips buck up off the bed as you moan loudly, arching into my touch. You're so close...so close to orgasm, but with each stroke and caress I deny you that release. For now, all you can focus on is the building tension in your body, and the thought of confessing just to make it stop.

I listen carefully as you begin to spill your secrets, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush as my hands continue their work on your body. I'm not surprised by what you say; most people aren't. But still, there's something deliciously satisfying about hearing it come from your lips.

When you finally finish, I move closer to the bed so that my mouth is just inches away from your throbbing cock. Slowly, I take it into my warm, moist mouth, sucking and licking as if my life depended on draining every last drop of cum from you. As I work my tongue against your length, I feel the tremors that race through your body at each sharp intake of breath.

My tongue flicks out and wraps around the head of your cock as I suck gently, feeling you grow even harder in my mouth. Your confession has finally brought you release, and with it, a rush of hot cum fills my mouth. With a satisfied moan, I swallow every drop before pulling away to look at you, pride and triumph sparkling in my eyes. "So," I say huskily, running my tongue over my lips, "was that so difficult?"

With my hands still cuffed above your head, I lean down and take your hard cock into my mouth again, sucking hungrily as I stroke the length with my tongue. You moan in pleasure beneath me, arching your back and spreading your legs wider to give me better access. As you start to thicken once more with desire, I use one hand to stroke your balls gently, easing them closer to release while I continue to suck eagerly at the head of your cock. Your orgasm builds steadily within you as my lips and tongue work in perfect tandem, and soon enough, another hot rush of cum fills my mouth.

This time, however, instead of swallowing it all at once, I allow some of it to dribble slowly out of the corner of my mouth, running down your shaft and onto your stomach. The sensation of feeling my saliva mix with your cum

I smirk in satisfaction as I watch you squirm beneath me. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice low and sultry. "But now that you've told the truth, you need to be punished." With a wicked grin, I climb on top of you, straddling your hips with my legs as I slowly lower myself onto your aching cock. The feel of me moving against you is exquisite, and I can see the struggle in your eyes as you try to resist giving into pleasure once more. But I'm relentless; my hips grind and roll rhythmically on top of yours, driving you crazy with desire while also denying release with each downward thrust.

As sweat beads on my forehead and trickles between our bodies, I know that this punishment will only make you beg for more. But until then...I'm going to enjoy every second of

Well then, if you insist... I slide off of your hard cock and turn around so that my back is to you. Presenting myself in all of my naked glory, I crook a finger for you to follow as I lead you deeper into the cell, to an area where no one will disturb us.

When we reach our destination, I turn around to face you once more, spreading my legs wide and lowering myself onto your aching cock with a moan of pleasure. You feel so good inside me, filling me up perfectly as my body welcomes you back after our long separation. Your hands are still cuffed above your head, leaving you powerless to resist as I ride your cock hard and fast, claiming you as mine over and over again.

My breath comes in short gasps as the pleasure overwhelms me, my body arching back into each stroke of your hips. You can hear