Another hour or two

You try to buck yourself around a bit, but it's futile. Your arms are cuffed to the roof, and as tired as your legs are, this is still better then being strapped over the table, and you eventually resign yourself to another few orgasms while being stimulated by an inanimate object.

You almost fall asleep, but once again you're stirred by the doors opening and lights turning on, and the familiar feel of cold water being thrown on your body. Your eyes flutter open with a start, and Fernades againt dries you off, spending more time then necessary on your breasts, as wel as extracting the dildo.

"So here's the deal." says Frank, and with effort you keep an even keel as Fernandes uncuffs you, and you rub your chafed wrists appreciatively. "We'll let you off with a warning-"

"I haven't done anything wrong!" You say, but the officer holds up his hand.

"We have testimony that you took money for sex. That's prostitution." You scowl at Dan's betrayal (assuming they're not making it up), but Frank continues unabated. "Since it's your first offense, we'll keep you here overnight and let you go in the morning."

You sigh. "What about the fact that you all cuffed me and **** me?"

Frank shakes his head. "Well, if you want us to put this through the system..."

After a beat, you realize this isn't the right path to take, especially considering the videos they have of you. "Whatever. Do I at least get something to wear?"

To your surprise, Jim nods behind him, handing you an orange jumpsuit. "Standard prison fare."

"There's no underwear with this..."

"Prisoners usually wear the underwear they have with them in prison."

Well, fuck. Since you were brought in here naked, that's not going to work. But the jumpsuit is generous, and you button it up quickly. It covers your entire body, and your decide you're not eager to tease anytime soon.

"I'm ready." you say, wanting to get this nightmare over with. You follow Jim out, and the middle aged cop gallantly takes through a few hallways -much less busy then the ones they paraded your nude body down before - to another gate, apparently to a bus of some kind.

"Sorry, Jim, the last bus for the ladies prison just left." she calls out, and Jim sighs.

"Guess you'll be staying here with the boys then." You scowl in frustration, but you were just abused by 3 cops cuffed to a table. How hard could it be to sleep in a cell with some guys nearby, you wonder? A bunch of lewd catcalls would be easy to deal with compared with what you've gone through today.

You get your answer as you're led past several empty cells to a general holding area, where there are several convicts mulling on benches, apparently waiting for cell assignments. You gasp as you realize that you're going to be the lone female placed in with a bunch of criminals in an open area.

"I'm not really comfortable with this..."

"Sorry, it's the best we can do until we get the cell assigned." Jim opens up the gate, and nudges you inside, and you hold on to the bars desperately as he dispassionately locks you in.

"There are enough cells for everyone here! Don't leave me alone with...with this filth!" Your eyes widen as you realize you had shouted that last part, and Jim smiles.

"I'm sure they'll get along just fine with you." You watch him walk away and leave the center, and you can feel the eyes of all of these accused criminals on you. You look around desperately for the source of any help, but all you see is an empty desk at the far corner of the area, very far away from the bars confinng the general holding area.

To your complete lack of surprise, you do see several more cameras, convienently of the same make and model as the ones in the interrogation room.

You turn around, seeing the gazes of several unsavory folk on you, and you start to walk to a bench in a corner, hoping beyond hope that you can just hide and quiver in a corner until they put you in your own room, and knowing as you walk, and get bumped more then once en route, that it won't happen that way...