At least she's out of the cell...

SWOOOOOOOOOSH!!!

Max awoke with a start when she felt something powerful hit her against the chest. It took her a moment to realize that it was a strong jet of freezing cold water that sent her sliding over the tiled floor until her shoulders collided with the cement wall and she was pressed against it. The jet lingered higher until it shot full **** into her face, filling her nose, mouth and lungs and smashing her head back. Weakly she lifted her hand to shield her face, but it was a useless attempt: The jet was much too strong and she was weakened.

After several seconds it went down over her body, shortly focusing on both her tits and then wandering down to her pussy. Coughing and spluttering Max gasped for air, still trying to figure out what was going on while the jet lingered over her body again and again, focusing on her intimate places.

Desperately she squirmed around and turned towards the wall to guard her face, only resulting that the hose was aimed at her ass, the hard impact making her yelp and immediately regret the action. She didn’t know how long the icy water had pressed her against the wall and the only thought in her head was that she wanted it to stop.

Then, suddenly, the stream ceased. Shuddering and gasping for breath Max lay on the hard floor, not moving from the fetal position she had curled herself into. Then it all came back: The fight at the street blockade, the finger-fuck in the interrogation-room, the fat inmate overpowering and degrading her in the cell, the ****, cocks shoved in her mouth, in her pussy, in her ASSHOLE… All the things rushed back in her mind and Max wished at that exact moment that they hadn’t. She felt tears in her eyes as she opened them and saw thick white flakes in the quickly draining water. She tried to lift herself to her arms but found them too weak, slipping away on the wet tiles.

A gloating chuckle came from behind her and under great effort she turned around. Through the thick layer of her wet hair that clung to her face she could make out a group of a dozen men in cop uniform, staring at her in horny sneer. The one with the bruised face stood in the middle of them, he had taken his shirt of and showed off a slight beer belly and held the still dripping hose in his hand.

“Wakey wakey, princess! Rise and shine!” he shouted grinning and the chuckle around him turned into laughter, “Pick her up, boys, and take her to interrogation room three!”

“Ohgod,” Max murmured as strong hands grabbed her arms and she was dragged out of the shower room and through a big office room where several other policemen and some handcuffed suspects turned their heads and whistled as they saw the stark-naked, dripping wet young beauty being carried through the hall. Max whimpered softly as some of them helped themselves to a handful of her ass as she was taken past them.

Finally they reached the door and entered the interrogation room. They slammed Max into the chair, the same one she had sat in when she had been in here the first time. It had probably only been about six hours, but to Max it felt like days. She shivered from the cool air on her wet skin, Goosebumps spreading all over her body and her nipples were hard as little pebbles. Fearfully she looked around in the room. More and more cops streamed in, forming a circle around her and the interrogation table, whispering and snickering. Whimpering, Max lowered her gaze. She hoped she’d wake up from this nightmare soon!!!

Then, suddenly, the room went quiet. Max felt a person taking position in front of her. Slowly she looked up and saw the bruised cop. He sat on the edge of the steel table, his shirt still off, his pants sporting a big bulge, and looked down on her with a smug grin that made her feel even more naked.

“Well, Max- I can call you Max right?” he asked with played friendliness, “You can call me Don if you like…”

She didn’t respond, her eyes once again down on the floor, so he continued, unbothered, “How did you enjoy your stay with us so far? From what I heard, Freddy and his gang kept you entertained quite well?! Made you the center of attention?”

A single tear rolled down Max’ cheek. “Please…. I… I just wanna go home…!” she whined. Her training was forgotten, her pride taken away, right now she only was a scared twenty-year-old girl, stark-naked and right in the middle of a group of horny men.

The cop chuckled cruelly. “Well, we can’t simply let you go, you know that!”

Swallowing hard, Max replied, “Fine! I’ll… give you head.”

This time the whole pack roared. “You’ll give me head?” Don sneered, “That was the prize six hours ago. But now we had the opportunity to see you at work! We saw you taking a cock in each hole at the same time! You think even one of these hard-working men here would voluntarily let you go without sampling each and every orifice on that whore-body of yours?”

Max looked at him, her eyes wide in horror. “Please! I’m sore! I can’t…”

Before the exhausted girl even had a chance to react, the cop darted forward and grabbed her by the throat. He roughly yanked her up into a standing position, his face merely inches away from hers. Max grabbed his wrists, but she was tired and her attempts to free herself weak.

“It’s not like you have a choice!” he growled, every bit of false kindness gone from his face. Max whimpers broke off as he cruelly tightened his grip.

Then, as if she was just a weight-less doll, he lifted her up by her throat and threw her towards the table. Max upper body slammed down on the top and without the power to move, she lay there, bent over the table, her ass thrust out, presenting her privates to a bunch of cops.

Don grinned at the yummy sight, then he turned towards Ted, his partner, who handed him a small leather collar. Under the permanent calls of approval of his colleagues he stepped forward, quickly slapped it around her neck and pulled it tight.

Max grunted as he grabbed a handful of her curls and roughly lifted her head, forcing her to look into the mirrored window. Her eyes widened as she saw what the tag said: ‘Max’. She blushed as she realized that they had given her her own, personalized dog-collar.

“Do you like it, bitch?” Don hissed into her ear, “I had it made for you while you were in the cell!”

Max swallowed hard, but then her eyes narrowed. These bastards wouldn’t break her! Maybe she was at their mercy for now and couldn’t stop them from using her, but that didn’t mean that they could break her spirit. She looked the cop straight in the eye “Fuck… you!” she spat, gritting her teeth.

The cop’s mask of self-assurance wavered for a split-second, then it was back in place. “Well, Max, that’s the plan!” With that he reached down- one hand still entangled in her hair- and Max heard the sound of a zipper before she could feel the bulbous head of his dick press against her asshole.