Burke, the heavy-weighter

On her way to the interrogation room, Thyra skimmed through the mug file of the perp who she was to interrogate. The file, which Nest had dropped off on the desk during her brief visit to Thyra’s room, made for some interesting reading.
When Thyra entered the small, soundproof room, closing the door behind her, Nest activated the camera from her position behind the fake mirror.

Nest, whose appearance testified to her Scandinavian heritage through her blonde hair, blue eyes and tall stature, hiked the short skirt up somewhat over her stocking-clad legs, whilst her heavy bosom rose and sank as her breath became affected by her tense anticipation of what Thyra was about to do.

Having only had the pleasure of Thyra working under her command for a few days, Ellen Nest had not yet fucked the mysterious blonde, but she had watched the recording of Thyra using her special talents on another suspect over and over again, and had fingered herself to orgasm every time.

While Ellen began to pull open the buttons of her blouse, baring her fit midriff and bra-clad pair of firm, large tits, Thyra took a first peek at the man seated by the metal table.

The suspect was one Randall Burke, commonly referred to as Burke, or the Poughkeepsie Slugger if in the ring.
Burke was an old heavy-weight boxer, and he was built like one too; barrel-chested, wide shoulders with massively thick arms attached to them, and a broken nose dominating his face.

“Who the fuck are you?” the powerful black ex-boxer asked Thyra, who merely smiled at first, saying nothing for a while.

Burke was usually a stubborn bastard, the file had informed her, but this time his stubbornness was backed-up by a powerful protective spell which prevented any magical tweaking of his mind. This had done a lot to arouse the interest and to frustrate the officers of Nest’s new unit which had been originally tasked with interrogating the tough-as-nail slugger, and the best bet was that it would take days to crack the spell. Trying to crack through good old-fashioned interrogation would most probably take just as long, as so Thyra had been sent in.

“I’m a cop,” Thyra finally said, “but a smart man like you have probably already figured that out.”

“You’re wasting your time, whatever you are.” Burke retorted, adding; “I ain’t gonna talk, babe.”

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d like a shot at proving you wrong in that respect.” Thyra picked up the pair of hand-cuffs which were placed on the table.

“Put your arms around your back.” She told him.

“Why should I?” Was Burke’s impassionate response.

“Because if you don’t, I’ll send for five strong policemen to do it for you, and make sure that you’re prosecuted and convicted for assaulting an officer.”

“Fine.” Burke said and pulled his thick arms behind his back, sitting still as Thyra slipped the cuffs around his wrists.

“Now,” Thyra said as she first pushed the table aside and pulled out a pair of sturdy, jagged scissors from her jacket pocket, “let’s see how you handle under pressure.”

“What the fuck is that?” Burke was sounding a lot more nervous now, as Thyra came closer, holding the scissors in her hand.

Ignoring Burke, Thyra grabbed his grey t-shirt and commenced cutting it in two, soon having his heavy abdomen completely exposed as the ruined garment hung by his sides.

Standing directly in front of the petrified man, Thyra first unbuckled his belt, and then slowly and carefully cut up his jeans, ignoring his repeated protests as she completely shredded the denims, finishing off by cutting up his briefs, baring his relatively thick cock.

“This master-criminal is going to need a change of clothes.” Thyra turned and said to the mirror, before dumping the scissors on the table, along with her gun and badge.

“So,” Thyra said as she turned round again and began unbuttoning her blouse, “let’s see if we can’t make you talk.”

Despite himself, Burke could feel his cock start to harden as Thyra’s gargantuan, milk-filled tits were freed of their confinement, white droplets dangling from her erect nipples.