Rosa Gets Rough

"Oh, before we begin properly, I just want to clear up one thing." Rosa says, pulling out a small remote-control. She points it at you and presses the largest button. Instantly spasms of pain shoot through your body, you writhe and contort as every second seems like eternity. When the pain finally ceases you are out of breath, panting hard. Your panicked brain is struggling to make sense of things WHAT? They have a remote than can cause pain? Then logic takes over and you realise your neck is extremely tender and painful. Oh, right. The shock collar. That remote must be for the shock collar.
Rosa leans in close, so close you can see her eyelashes, and the shine of her lipstick. She says calmly, "That was 5 seconds at 25% power. Every time you tell me a lie, I increase the power level by 10%. Once it gets to 50% power, I double the duration, then double it again at 75% power. This is a specially-designed interrogation collar for the NYPD, it's designed to inflict the maximum amount of pain possible without the subject passing out. Even if I crank it up to 100%, you still wouldn't pass out, but it would be excruciating.
Still, there's no need for that if you just answer my questions truthfully and quickly. Let's begin." A wicked smile spreads across Rosa's face. You gulp, feeling the shock collar against your throat as you do. You can tell she's really going to enjoy what happens next. You get the feeling that you won't....

"So, because I'm nice, we'll start off with something easy. Just tell me your name, rank, and what you did in Brooklyn Bandidos." Her voice is calm and her tone is measured, but dripping with malice. You can tell she wants a reason to hurt you.
You look up at her. You always found her hot, but she looks even hotter in person. On TV she was just an actress but here she has the energy of a badass. You can feel the cold metal of the table, hear the sounds of the 99. You can feel the front of your pants getting tighter. THWWAACK the riding crop hits the table, hard, jolting you to attention. Rosa sighs wearily and pulls a menacing-looking knife from holder on her belt. She holds it in front of your face for a second, and you shudder with fear. You let out a scream of terror, but it's barely left your lips before Rosa silences you with another smack in the face. "Oh, shut up you little bitch, I'm just getting rid of your clothes." She proceeds to roughly hack away at your shirt, not caring too much if she accidentally pierces your skin. In less than a minute, you are shirtless, with a few minor cuts. You catch sight of yourself in the reflective glass of the interrogation room, and smile. You've always been fit, and despite the situation, you're proud of yourself, you are keeping your body tight.
Rosa then uncuffs you, shoves you roughly down on the table, and cuffs you again, this time at the wrists and ankles. You are now spread-eagled on the cold interrogation table. She then proceeds to cut off your pants. Your pants are thicker than your shirt, and so this is a tougher job. You get a few more nicks.

There you are, completely naked, collared, cuffed spread-eagle to a table in the interrogation room in the 99th Precinct, and despite it all, your penis is fully erect and dripping pre-cum. Some part of you, way deep down, absolutely loves this.
Rosa climbs up on the table, straddling you, so that you can see her instead of the ceiling. She continues speaking in that intimidating, even voice.
"Now, no more zoning out. I've been merciful up to this point, but from now on you WILL answer my questions immediately and honestly, or you WILL get punished. So, I ask again...what was your role in Brooklyn Bandidos?" You honestly didn't know how to answer that. You were sucked into your TV and plopped into this show with no idea of who your character was or what they've done. You hesitate.
SWIIISH the thick leather riding crop scythes through the air, and comes down directly on the tip of your erect dick. You let out another scream, and this time, Rosa doesn't stop you. Your eyes are watering and you're short of breath. It is pure agony.
Rosa asks again and again, you have no answer. The second blow to your throbbing cock is even harder than the first. You scream in pain and at the sheer futility of your situation. It seems like there's no way out. After four more hits to your gentleman's sausage, the room is starting to become blurry as your body is being overtaken by pain.
"Okay, you don't want to answer that question. Fine. We'll come back to it." Your body convulses again as Rosa ups the power of your shock-collar to 35% and hits you with another 5-second blast.
"Moving on. Next question. We've already rounded up some members of Brooklyn Bandidos and they all say the organization is run by Tony 'The Big Show' Lorenzo. Is Tony your boss?"
"I don't know a 'Tony'." You say truthfully, you're shocked by how weak your voice has become.

Suddenly, something blocks your field of vision. It's a boot. Spiky, wicked-looking, Rosa's boot is hovering above your balls.

"Last chance. Do you work for Tony Lorenzo? Can you lead us to him?" You don't know the answers to the questions she's asking, and even if you did, you can tell they wouldn't satisfy her. You get only a moment's warning as the boot disappears from your vision. Almost instantly your balls feel like they're on fire, as they're being crushed beneath those monstrous boots.
"AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHH." Your scream is loud enough to be heard throughout the building.
"What's that?" Calls a faint voice from the other room, that you vaguely recognize as Captain Holt.
"Rosa's with a perp." Santiago replies, cheerily.
"Excellent, then we should have something to act on by this afternoon. Rosa's always effective at getting perps to talk. Keep me updated Santiago." Holt says.

It is at that moment you are overcome with a sense of hopelessness. You are stuck in this TV show with apparently no way out. You're being tortured, and you don't have the answers that will stop the ****. Rosa brings down her boot again, this time on your hard cock. You scream again, and once again, your scream is ignored. Rosa smushes your cock beneath her boot and activates your shock-collar at the same time, this time on 45% power.

As waves of agony cascade through your body, you are aware that some small part of you is aroused by this. Despite the agony, some tiny part of you does not want the pain to stop.