You're placed in the cell with all the strange men.

The Cop’s eyes stare deeply into your offered cleavage as his mind momentarily wanders to the possibilities that your flesh offers. Inside, you’ve never felt so dirty. You’re actually doing it. You’re trying to use your body to get what you what. Is this how it starts? First you suck some strangers prick in a car and before you now it, you’re offering your body for the better room?! What are you becoming, Emily?!

The sudden hoots and whistles of appreciation from the men in the cell quickly snap the Cop back to reality. “Sorry, sweetie,” he says almost apologetically as he unlocks the cell door and slides it open. Just through the doorway, a dozen arms reach out for you, waiting for you to cross the threshold.

“Come on baby… treat you real good… looking really fine… going tear that ass up…” the words begin to roll together as they yell at you, each trying to be heard over the others. You **** back a sob as you stare into the darkness of the cell. This is not going to be good. Just one of these men has the power to enslave you forever to their sex and it sounds as if they’re going to be fighting to find out who have you first!

You stare down at the line in the floor that the door slid along. It’s terrifying, but you take a deep breath as you prepare to cross over into the cell. It’s not much of a decision, but at least you’ll be the one making it and it may be the last one you ever make.

A powerful shove from behind you robs you of even that tiny bit of power over your own life as the Cop propels you forward into the waiting arms of your potential new masters. It’s chaotic. Hands are everywhere, on your arms, your legs, your thighs. All rubbing, pulling and squeezing any part of you that they can reach. The only saving grace to being so small compared to them is that they can’t all grope you at the same moment! As you stumble blindly into the cell a powerful hand suddenly clamps around one of your arms and yanks you away.

Within seconds you find yourself hugged against the chest of one of the biggest men you’ve ever seen. His eyes are piercing but his face is scarred, a testament to the number of fights he’s been in. Immediately the other hands disappear as their owners wait to see what the man holding you intends to do with you. You gulp loudly.