Escape is always difficult

Fortunately, the coast was clear, and Emily slipped out of the basement reaching the door quickly. To her chagrin, it dawned on her that she was still naked and would need to find something to wear before escaping lest she make her situation even worse. Carefully, the girl made her way up the stairs near the kitchen to the bedrooms above stopping at a pink one covered in hearts. Opening the door silently, she looked inside to see the tea room she had been **** in earlier along with Jeannie asleep on her bed. It would be risky, but this was the only place she had even seen any clothes before, and Jeannie would hopefully have something more modest than what she had been **** to wear before.

Emily's feet were silenced by the plush carpeting as Jeannie's whispered breathes filled her body with longing. A shake of her head snapped her back to present pushing away those thoughts. She needed to escape. Tiptoeing past the bed, Emily reached the closet and slipped inside. Unfortunately, everything looked to be too short or small though she could hardly see on the moonless night guessing at what she was touching. Fear grew along with panic that she would be discovered and **** back into the basement. Quickly, she grabbed the first dress that might be able to fit her and pulled it on overhead and tying the strings in the back along with the bow around the waist to keep it in place. Her feet slid into the first shoes she could find which were unfortunately strappy heels, but it was better than going outside barefoot.

Without looking back or trying to find anything else, Emily made a break for the door and hurried downstairs before she was caught. Carefully, she exited out the backdoor closing it as fast as she dared before hurrying off into the night. She ran until her legs couldn't carry her any further. When she finally paused to catch her breathe, she noticed just what she was wearing. Her eyes went wide when she realized she was in a sparkling clear lolita dress with a skirt that fell to mid-thigh. Her arms were bare with the exception of the small ball like sleeves. What horrified her further was that the dress had no coloration at all relying on the sparkles in the skirt and around her chest to try and grant any modesty. Even the smallest bit of direct light would leave her naked to the world.

Emily wouldn't get another second to ponder the unfortunate turn of events as a bright light fell upon her and a gruff voice called out from behind it, "What have we here? A hooker on my streets? I don't think so."

Her mind raced and she stood trying to shield her eyes just as she was shoved bodily forward into the hood of a car. All the air left her stomach, and she felt two powerful hands pin her arms forward while the man's legs spread out her own, "If you want to hook on my streets then you'll get what you have coming to you."

"No, wait, you don't understand, please, no, not that, anything but, no," Emily's voice was practically screaming now as the man, who she assumed to be a police officer, shoved his full cock into her awaiting cunt pounding it mercilessly. Against her will, she felt her body seizing up with pleasure and lubrication flowing to ease the process her body subconsciously accepting its fate. Her cries and pleads for mercy soon became moans of passion and lust his cock moving in and out of her like a piston. Minutes passed before she felt the familiar sensation of warm cum seeping into her body, her eyes filled with tears at the realization of what she was doing again.

Finally spent, the officer placed a set of handcuffs around her wrist behind her back, "Looks like I'll be taking you into the station with me."