Copycat

8:47 am

The El is unusually crowded today, or at least your car is. Several people seemed to want to be near the girl in the bikini and the tee with the nipple bumps, and the car is standing room only. As the train climbs from ground-level suburbia to elevated downtown you end up in a crush of ****-fueled college boys who are snickering and jostling each other and you.

Someone grabs your tee-shirt and pulls it up. A hand covers your mouth. You start emoting them to calm down but are having some trouble with their partially buzzed brains. Your hands are **** up to the overhead grip and duck taped into place. It should be easy to get out of, but time consuming because of the stickiness factor. What is with people tying you up? Are you wearing your 'Gimme Bondage' undies? You can't be, Tricky Trixie destroyed them. Another piece of tape is stuck over your mouth and one of the boys pulls your panties, socks, and shoes off. Then two of them hold you still while a third writes something on your tummy just below the belly button.

8:53 am

At the next station all the guys get off, leaving you hanging there totally exposed. Everyone is looking shocked at you. The reason should be obvious, but you look down to see what else is wrong.

Written on your tummy is, 'The real Tricky Tricksy. Honest. Insert billy club here,' with an arrow pointing to your veejay. And people are looking at you like they believe it! Of course some are snapping pictures.

8:56 am

The train stops again and four policemen get on. The driver announces a short delay. Several people are saying that Nudge tied you up, even though they watched the college boys do it. For some reason the ones who might speak up don't.

For once efficient, the police quickly cut your hands free of the strap (though still wrapped in tape) and walk you off the train. Not one of them thought to bring a blanket or anything to cover you with. You're escorted through a small crowd of people, most of whom are watching you. Your power couldn't make a dent in a crowd this size who were watching the police as much as you. From the train platform it's into the back of a police car, where one cop rides with you.

You start to work at the tape but the cop stops you, saying, "It's evidence," as he holds your wrists. And looks at your breasts and your pussy. He won't even take the tape off your mouth.

9:07 am

Your first good news from this encounter happens just after you've been marched barefoot and bare-assed into the station. You're plunked down at a desk with a busty - and familiar - police woman behind it. The guy who sat you down talks dismissively to her.

"Take a statement, Muncie. Take some hot pictures while you're at it."

"Oh stuff a..."

She does a double-take when she sees you, then leans in close, pulls the tape off your mouth, and hisses, "Nudge? What are you doing here? Don't you know there's an APB out on you?"

"How'd you know it was me?"

"I'd know those lips and that figure anywhere. Did you really pull a stunt this dumb to get here?"

"No, some copycat frat-boys did this to me; it's par for the course since yesterday."

"Come with me."

She stands up and leads you to a desk where a fat officer is sitting; it's high enough that if you had any clothes on he could look down your cleavage.

"Gimme the keys to Interrogation Room B, Jeff."

"Sure thing, Heather. You need a billy club?"

She looks disgusted at him. "No! Just gimme the keys."

He does and she marches you to a small room in the back with three plastic chairs and a table.

"Wait here, okay."

"Can I at least untie my wrists?"

"Sure. What dumbass said you couldn't? You're a victim, not a criminal. Anyway, I'm going to get you something to cover with; I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

She goes out and you can hear the lock clicking to.

You've just rubbed the tape residue off your wrists when the door opens and Officer Muncie comes back with a blanket. She wraps it over your shoulders, then sits in one of the chairs and gently pulls you into her lap.

"It's okay, girl. Tell me all about it, and don't hold anything back."

"Aren't these rooms wired for sound?"

"Not this one; the recorders are just for show. We use it when we have to beat up **** dealers. But for you it's a safe room. So, like I said, tell me all about it."