You Establish Dominance

Chief Vazquez grimaces, looking at you. "So what, you're here to fuck me?"

You raise an eyebrow and smirk. "Sure. But not just that. I want your cops working for me, bringing me girls so I can use them. Helping me enforce my rights."

"That's not our job," she answers coldly.

Nyla clears her throat. "Actually, it kind of is. The new law stipulates that local law enforcement must cooperate with my client."

The police chief rolls her eyes at that. "Cooperation doesn't mean we have to take orders from you kids. Now if you're done here I have work to do."

Nyla looks over at you and smiles. "Seems this dumb bitch needs taught who's in charge around here."

Calmly, you stand up and walk around the chief's desk. She starts to say something, going rigid, but stops. "I'm going to slap you around now because that's going to make me hard. You're going to take it because that is what cooperation means."

A glimmer of fear appears in her eyes, but before she can respond, you slap her hard across the face. Then you do it again. And again. Then grab her dark hair and yank it so she's looking up at you with tear-filled, hateful eyes. "Give me your handcuffs," you order.

Grinding her jaw, she hands the metal cuffs to you and doesn't struggle as you push her face down onto her desk and put them on her. "Just get it over with," She growls.

Nyla snorts. "Please, bitch. He can make this take as long as he wants if he doesn't touch that little slit between your legs. There's not going to be anything quick about this. Is there John?"

"Absolutely not," you answer as you pull the chief's pants and boring grey panties down. Spitting on your hard cock you ram it hard into the police chief's tight ass, causing her to cry out in pain. "We're breaking this bitch."