Police Officer

My eyes go wide as I find myself staring at a police officer, casually holding my leach in his hand, his hand at his side. He looked me over closely, his free left hand rubbing on my chin, and only then did he speak up, clearly curious. "What are you doing out here like this, dear? Naked and bound like this?" He paused as if waiting for an answer when clearly none could be given. I could see people passing by, and even the presence of the cop did not stop them from copping a feel or pinching my exposed skin.

After several seconds passed, and finally he rolled his shoulders, and let out a sigh. "All right ... you'd better come with me then, and maybe we can avoid issuing an indecent exposure charge." He didn't even wait for confirmation from me, but rather turned and walked to his cop car. I was made to follow, and he jerked me forward harshly, my naked body still quite visible to all, my arms bound behind my back. I'm led through a crowd, bumping into people multiple times as I'm led to his squad car. I still feel hands grasping, pinching and groping me as I'm led, but the small gasps I managed to make through the ballgag were not heard by him. I'd expect at least a few of them were not accidents at all, but rather opportunists seeking pleasure at my expense, while I was exposed and **** to them.

Just as I reach the squad car I feel someone pinch my ass hard, and I softly squealed. I heard someone laughing from behind, only for whoever grabbed me to walk off casually. Unable, and unwilling to act, I find myself pulled toward the squad car, but once more, I was in for a surprise. He casually turned me around, placing standard-issue handcuffs over my existing bonds, before chaining me to the squad car. He took his time, made sure it was secure and I was not going anywhere. The whole time fought from gasping, but on several occasions I failed, letting out a soft cry through the ballgag. "Sorry, dear, but I still have to work on crowd control, and besides, we may need the space for a real criminal to sit." He shot me a casual smile as if making an apology for leaving me naked and exposed.

He nodded then, before returning to the crowd, helping his fellow officers handle questions, help with the crowd, and generally do what cops usually need to do after a crisis. Meanwhile, I'm left very naked, my arms now securely bound behind my back, pulling my shoulders back with them, making my exposed bosom stand out even more than it already did. It also meant I could not cover up, even if I had wanted to. Nor could I speak, as the ballgag was still securely in place, making anything I tried to say sound like mumbled gibberish.

I did my best to wait, dealing with the cool spring air casually blowing across my exposed skin, making my bosom harder and even more pronounced by the second. I felt goosebumps forming on every inch of my naked and exposed skin. I watch a bit, before seeing a camera flash, and soon another, and I turned to look and see a crowd, standing behind a police barrier, with some aiming a camera, or perhaps a phone, my way. I gasped as well as I could, finding them smiling my way, clearly enjoying the sight of me standing there, naked and exposed before them. I moved, only to be once more reminded how I was securely bound to the squad, as the tight handcuffs, yanked at my wrists roughly the moment I was not next to the car. I let out a soft sigh, one only I could hear, as I was made to endure the crowd's distant gaze.

That's when I felt a... dampness between my legs, leaving me to wonder if I was being turned on by the exposure. I look down at myself momentarily, hearing the crowd's excitement and cries, even as they snap more photos of me, naked and exposed, before them. I look up once more, doing my best to enjoy the attention, my nudity openly exposed before everyone. I'm left to wait, the crowd changing and shifting, as I'm made to wait before them, naked and exposed, before them. I watch as events slowly unfold, my naked body on display before the world, while still just outside of reach.

I squirm a bit as I'm left exposed, but my movements are curtailed by my bonds, holding me tightly to the squad car's rear door. Only once the event is over, and the crowd is dispersed, does the officer return. "Sorry about making you wait ... Now, let's get you down to the station so we can process you properly." All I could do was nod, as my arms were disconnected from the door. He opens the door, pushes me down into the seat, and buckles me up, his body within inches of my nakedness the whole time. I catch him looking for a moment, and he winks at me before straightening up and going to the driver's door.

It's not long before we arrive at the police station. He parks the car, walks casually around to my door, and opens it. Once I'm unbelted, I'm allowed out, and he grabs me by the wrist. Moving at a surprisingly brisk pace, I'm led inside the station, my nudity drawing attention my way with each step, and soon I find myself being seated beside his desk, still just as naked as ever.

Still bound, not to mention the ball gag still in place, I find myself sitting on the carpet, my ass left upon the carpeted floor. He turns and starts filling out paperwork, as his co-workers go about their business. May slow to start, and smile to themselves. A few go so far as to declare 'Lucky Stiff gets all the good cases." A few jokes later, a young woman, also in police garb, steps beside me. I look up and see her looking back at me. She smiles down my way, before slyly commenting, "She may prove a run-away risk. Want me to bind her feet together for you?" I make a sound, softly through the ballgag, and notice him considering it, as I'm left as naked as I was when he first found me.