As she entered the precinct, Sally's level of unease grew dramatically. Something about the place felt wrong and scared her. Sally instinctively squeezed her thighs as she stumbled by the officers, her arms aching from the handcuffs that rendered her week and helpless. Sally trembled in fear again as Officer Johnson forced her body against his again, guiding her to the booking's station while all the other officers stared at her, some openly rubbing their crotches. Sally breathed a sigh of relief only to have it dashed short when she reached central booking, manned by Officer Joey this night. Joey instantly knew the reason behind Johnson's arrest of this girl. His cock went hard at the sight of her frightened eyes and trembling lips, he couldn't get enough of her dress, clinging to her body bra straps hanging to sides of her bare elbows, skirt hiked up to barely cover her panty line. He knew Johnson was violating protocol by bringing her in but he knew that the boss could easily be "persuaded", and if he played his cards right, he might be the one who to break her.
Sally gasped as Joey approached her from behind to "inspect" her. Whatever she thought of Johnson's treatment of her paled in comparison to Joey's boldness as ran his hands slowly all over her body even giving her tits a good squeeze or too before hiking up a skirt a little further, brushing his hands across her panties. "Just to make sure" he said, laughing cruelly when Sally jumped in surprise from it, much to her dismay as it pushed her skirt to the point where the tip of her panties were now showing.
Sally was now in a near panic now, as Joey let her to the holding cell guiding her by the waist, relishing the way she trembled at his touch. "Soon", he thought, soon she would belong to him like all the others as twisted ideas for began to pop into his head. With a twinge of regret, Joey tossed Sally into the holding cell, and left after warning the other cellmates that she was off limits.
Sally was now truly frightened as she tried desperately to push down her skirt from behind with her handcuffed hands. Try as she may, she only managed to lower her skirt a couple of inches but the sexy wiggle she had to do as a result attracted the attention of all the cell mates around her. They began to cat-call her, shouting what had to be dirty words in a dialect she did not understand, some openly jacking off to her wiggling. Holding back tears, all Sally could do was close her eyes and hope they would move on. Moved on they did, as shouting suddenly started Sally as "tits" Tsilker walked into her view.
The sight of Vicky shocked Sally out to the core, a somewhat plump but massively endowed girl, Vicky was reduced to wearing the twisted latex dress Joey had made for her. Wobbling weakly on 7 inch "fuck me" heels, it was no surprise every cell mates attention turned to her. The latex seemed to almost stick to her skin, leaving nothing to the imagination and with the fishnet stocking, bright and heavy makeup and hot pink lipstick, Vicky would have easily passed off as a cheap whore turning tricks much less a police officer.
Suddenly the inmates began producing long pieces of metal wire, hooked at the end aiming at her. It took Sally a minute to realize what they were doing... on poor "tits" neck was a large dog collar tightened by Joey to be a constant reminder of her status in life, these inmates were trying to get the hook into one of the many rings on the collar.
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