"Amimya-kun, I'm Prosecutor Sae Niijima," she said coldly, her brown eyes piercing through him like ice picks. He trembled under her stare, sweat forming on his palms as he shifted uncomfortably in the interrogation chair. "I have your entire record here," she continued, flipping through a thick file with practiced ease. "Assault on a drunk man, buying model guns a former yakuza... you're not exactly a model citizen, are you?"

Joker remained silent, his voice shaking with fear. The stunning prosecutor leaned in closer, her perfect breasts pressing against the interrogation table. The scent of her expensive perfume overwhelmed him, making his head spin. "You know what happens to people like you, don't you?" she purred, her voice dripping with menace. "Criminals like you end up with a criminal record that follows them for the rest of their lives."

Joker shook his head frantically, the drugs were still clouding his mind. Niijima smiled predatory. "I don't think you understand the situation, do you?" she whispered, her breath hot on his cheek. She stood up and walked around the table, her hips swaying in those tight pants.

"You can make this easy on yourself," she continued, her hand tracing a slow line down his chest. "Just tell me who the Phantom Thieves are, and I'll make sure they get the book thrown at them. You walk away free and clear."

Joker swallowed hard, his cock growing hard under her intense gaze. But he knew better than to rat his friends out. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered.

"Oh, I think you do," she purred, stopping just inches from his face. Her breath was hot on his lips as she leaned in even closer. "You smell like it, you look like it... you are drugged, aren't you?"

Joker shook his head violently, panic rising inside him. Prosecutor Niijima laughed coldly. "I don't think you understand the extent of my power here, Amamiya-kun," she said, her voice low and threatening. "I can make sure you spend the next thrity years of your life locked up in a maximum security facility. And believe me, they don't play nice there."

Joker's heart pounded in his chest, sweat pouring down his forehead. He couldn't take it anymore, the fear and desperation, mixed with the drugs the police injected him, were overwhelming. "Okay! Okay, I'll tell you!" he cried out.

Niijima smiled sweetly, her eyes cold and empty. "That's better," she purred, straightening up and crossing her arms over her chest. "Now, who helped you grow vegetables?"

...

Prosecutor Niijima nodded slowly, her expression unchanged. "Thank you for your cooperation, Amamiya," she said coldly. "Now, let's discuss your sentence." She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. "Considering your age and previous offenses, I think I can arrange for a light punishment... if you cooperate with me fully."

Joker felt a surge of hope rise inside him, but it was quickly snuffed out by the predatory smirk on her lips. "I'm sure you've heard rumors about Prosecutor Niijima," she purred, running her tongue slowly over her perfect teeth. "Well, they're all true..."

She stood up abruptly, leaving the still drugged boy shaking in terror. She walked around the table again, this time stopping behind him. Before he could react, her surprisingly strong hands grabbed hold of his body, pinning him against the cold metal table.

"You're going to enjoy this, Amamiya-kun," she whispered into his ear, her *** breath sending shivers down his spine. "And when it's over, you will thank me for showing you what real pleasure is."

Sae's hand reached down and ripped off his clothes in one swift motion, exposing his trembling and bruised body to her hungry gaze. He let out a muffled cry of fear and shame as she roughly bent him over the table, his cock presented to her like an irresistible treat.

She pulled down her skirt and panties, revealing a perfectly sculpted ass and smooth, shaven *****. Her hand cupped his balls, squeezing them tightly.

"Be still," she growled in his ear, her breath *** on his neck. "And don't you dare scream or resist, or I swear to God, I will ruin your life."

With those chilling words, the stunning prosecutor lowered herself onto him, taking all of his throbbing **** into her tight ass. She rocked back and forth, slowly at first, but picking up speed as her moans grew louder.

"Oh, God... oh, fuck... yes," she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. "You're so big... so fucking big..."

Joker couldn't do anything to stop it. Prosecutor Niijima was in control, and she knew it. She could do whatever she wanted to him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Niijima rode him harder, faster, her purple nails digging into his skin. She moaned and groaned, her body shaking with pleasure, her ass tightening around him like a vice grip.

"You're mine now," she growled in his ear, her breath hot on his neck. "You belong to me, you little piece of trash... nobody else will ever touch you again."

She increased the speed and intensity of her movements, pushing herself harder onto him, causing both of them to groan in pleasure-pain. Sweat dripped down their bodies, mingling together as one.

"Say it," she gasped between breaths, "say you belong to me!"

"I... I belong to you," Joker choked out, his voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies.

Prosecutor Niijima moaned in satisfaction, her orgasm building up inside her like a volcano ready to erupt. "That's a good boy," she purred as she pounded him harder than ever before.

And then it hit her, an intense, earth-shattering orgasm that shook her slender frame from head to toe. She cried out in ecstasy, her nails leaving deep marks on his skin as she held onto him for dear life.

Finally, she collapsed on top of him, her chest giggling heavily as she caught her breath. Her hot sweaty body pressed against him like a second skin, and Joker felt utterly humiliated and defeated.

"Get dressed," Prosecutor Sae Niijima said coldly, her voice devoid of any traces of passion. "And don't ever speak of this again."

Joker didn't need to be told twice. He quickly put his clothes back on, his body aching and bruised from the brutal encounter. He left the interrogation room in a daze, his world completely turned upside down.