Hot And Cold

The door opened again and a police officer handed the man a bunch of things.

"That's all I could find on short notice, Sir. Hope your felons will be satisfied!"

The lawyer took the cup of coffee and the bucket of ice cream.

"Yeah, that should be sufficient for now."

"Alright then. Remember, one hour, not a minute more!"

"Uh, officer? Would you mind staying and recording my interaction with my client? They've been horribly mistreated by your colleagues and I need all the evidence I can get."

The officer smiled knowingly, pulled his phone out and said, "Sure, whatever you need, Sir."

The man then turned back to Hitomi, in one hand the steaming hot cup of coffee, in the other the now opened bucket of ice cream, and grinned, "Time to feed our poor suspects!"

The poor woman froze as she witnessed the smartly dressed man reaching out to her left breast. He unceremoniously grabbed her flesh, pushed her sore mound upward and brought the cup full of coffee close to her quickly hardening nipple. Hitomi could feel the hot steam on her skin. To her utter horror, the man then tilted the cup until the scolding hot liquid touched her poor nub. Hitomi yelled in pain.

"Tut-tut-tut, spilling all the good coffee for nothing! Quite the ungrateful client!"

The man then dunked the same nipple into the open cup of ice cream, quickly cooling the poor nub down again. The intense heat followed by the chilling coldness of the ice made Hitomi hyperventilate. She screamed at the guy to stop and desperately tried to pull her breasts away from the torturer. But unbeknownst to her, the police officer meanwhile had asked one of his colleagues for help with the recording and now assisted the lawyer by grabbing Hitomi from behind, making it impossible for her to move away while his colleague kept recording everything.

The cruel lawyer kept spilling the searing hot liquid over her exposed bosom followed by smearing gobs of ice over her tits while Hitomi squirmed and struggled in the arms of the strong police officer. Her tits were hurting terribly, from the previous bindings, the sucking of the machine, and now the heat of the coffee and the coldness of the freezing ice cream. She was about to lose her mind.

"So how are we feeling now? Still hungry?" the lawyer quipped as he cleaned her soiled chest with a soggy rag.