"Oh God!" Emily screamed at the top of her lungs. At the beginning, she had tried to keep quiet, but it had been a long time since then. She had long since figured out that this special little back room in the police station was soundproof, though she was certain that the mirror in it was one-way, and that anyone could have been on the other side of it and staring in at her.
"Oh God," she moaned again, biting her lip. The officer had a firm grip on her hair with one hand and leaned against the mirror-window with the other, using his weight to press her closer to it, to stare at her own reflection of herself as the third police officer in as many hours fucked her without regard for her desires and forcing her to wonder what kind of sick people might be watching through it.
"You're gonna be like fucking a sack when we're done with you," the nameless cop told her. "We're gonna make you loose, bitch." Emily wasn't even really listening to what he was saying. She was too tired from her marathon fuck to really pay attention.
"Ohhhh Gooood," she groaned, her voice wavering every time he pushed it into her again. She couldn't speak coherent thoughts anymore. Emily was way past dick-drunk now. The little part of her still removed from her constant defilement wondered how many other girls had been back here over the years and whether they had been so fully overtaken by desire as she was to not even put up a token pretension at outrage. Emily belonged here now, for as long as they wanted her here.
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