Policeman at night

As you spend the night in the cell, you can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over you. You're alone and ****, dressed in your latex ponygirl suit and handcuffed, and you have no idea what's going to happen to you.

Just when you think things can't get any worse, the door to your cell opens, and a police officer walks in. He's a middle-aged man, with a leering expression and a predatory look in his eyes.

"Well, well, well," he says, eyeing you up and down. "What do we have here? A little ponygirl, all tied up and ready to play."

You feel a sense of fear wash over you as the officer starts to approach you. You're helpless, handcuffed and tied up, and you know that there's nothing you can do to stop him.

The officer starts to fondle and grope you, ignoring your protests and struggles. He seems to be enjoying your helplessness, relishing in the power he has over you.

You feel violated and humiliated, but there's nothing you can do. You're at the mercy of this corrupt police officer, and you know that he could do whatever he wants to you.