No question, just suffering

Instead of a question, Kate got a surprise. Kate waited for Virginia to ask again, but instead Virginia just got out of the table, stood up and began walking toward the door. That was when Kate noticed a robe in Virginia's hand. HER robe.

"Hey, gimme back my..." Kate shut up, and her face went pale as she saw two police officers entering the cafe and walking towards her.

"Are you Kate Brady?" The taller officer asked.

"Y-Yes..." She answered meekly.

"Could you stand up ma'am, please?"

"Why?" She asked, her desperation growing now.

"Please ma'am, stand up or I will be **** to add 'resisting arrest' to your charges."

"Arrest?!?! Charges?!?! What the heck are you..." She was interrupted as the officer grabbed her by the elbow.

"I don't have time for it." With that he forcefully pulled her to her feet, twisting her arm in her back. The officers were startled only for a moment by her nudity, before the officer start reading her rights.

"You are under arrest for embezzlement, undue apropriation and perjury... And resisting arrest... AND public indecency..." He continued with the theatrical rights reading from memory, while he cuffed her hands behind her, and started dragging her out of the cafe. Kate thanked the gods it was still early, as she was dragged bottomless towards the police car. She was almost thankful when they shoved her inside the back of the car. Almost.

After a 10 minutes drive. The car stopped in front of the station, and the officers, left the car. One of them opened her door and extended a hand towards her. "Let's go!" And with that, she was grabbed and dragged, in plain view of the street, completely bottomless, towards the station. She didn't resist, and actually walked faster towards the station. They entered, and instead of the 'processing' door to the right, they started dragging her to the left. She expected to be dragged for processing, where she would at least be alone inside the waiting room. Instead they dragged her to the left, towards...

"Oh no no no no no, please..." she started, as she realized they were dragging her towards the holding cells directly.

"Sorry, but we had an accident inside the processing room, so you will have to wait a bit in here..." He said, as he opened the door to the holding cells area. As she was dragged, a bunch of dykes held inside the cell started catcalling her. When the cell door was opened and she was shoved inside, she quickly cowered in the corner of the room. "Don't worry, the cameras here record everything that happen, they are state of the art. These ladies wouldn't be crazy to try anything. The cameras are state of the art, that little green light there indicates that the camera is recording. The best surveillance gear in the world, courtesy of Alternative Solutions!" Kate was getting a little less nervous as the guard explained the cameras, but as she heard the name 'Alternative Solutions', she went pale again. As soon as the guard left the room, the green light on the cameras turned off.

"Ain't that a sweet thing girls?" Asked the tallest of the dykes. She had a strong chin and a big scar in her right arm. Her armpits were hairy, and she smelled of cigars. "Lets give her a nice welcome ladies!"

"N-No, there's no need for that..." Kate started protesting, but was cut short.

"There IS need when I SAY so!" Said forcefully the leader of the bunch. Kate was made to stand up and shake everyone of the girls's hand, sometimes two at a time (one with each hand), all the while the others groped her butt and pinched her legs. "Now, don't be a BITCH, enjoy our 'hospitality', right girls?" She said, as 2 girls held her arms while one started fingering her pussy and another her ass. The rough penetration drew tears to her eyes, as she started sobbing. After a few minutes, one of the girls, a fat one with a leather jacket, produced a motorcycle handle, made of rubber, and showed it in front of her face. Kate's face grew even more ****, but that didn't stop them, and as the girl shoved the handle roughly inside her asshole, the leader looked in her eyes once again. "Come now, don't be a BITCH, say 'thank you' to the nice lady!"

"Th-Thank you.." Kate said, between sobs.

After roughly being penetrated for more than 30 minutes, the ladies pushed her to the ground and held her there, and the leader pulled her chin up. "Now princess, you're gonna make me feel very, VERY good. Don't need to be a GENIUS to do that..."

With that, her face was shoved in the smelly pussy of the dyke. Fingers started roughly fucking her again, but stopped as her tongue touched the leader's pussy. She quickly understood that even though it was smelly and hairy, lapping at that pussy was the way to avoid being **** by those fingers. That was when another realization hit her. BITCH, GENIUS, both were 'adjectives' she used against Virginia. Was she pulling the strings even here, inside a holding cell?