Yes, Lucy hands over her last item of clothing

With a defeated squeal Lucy reluctantly reached down to the hem of her sweater, hands trembling, as she closed her eyes and tried to imagine this wasn’t happening to her.

With her eyes closed she didn’t see the appreciative and excited glances the two cops gave each other through the window as they watched the lithe little brunette slowly ease the tight garment up her waist and navel. With her bare legs crossed Lucy kept her glistening pussy tightly hidden, but she knew she had little hope with the rest of her.

With a deep breath that made her stomach tighten, Lucy crossed her arms and quickly tugged the tight green sweater upwards, unpeeling it from her body as inch after inch of her flawless toned skin was revealed to her waiting audience. As the sweater turned inside out and Lucy’s head disappeared inside, a pair of teenage boys stopped and gawped outside the very un-tinted windows of the back of the cop car. Staring, eyes and mouth wide as Lucy's pert young breasts bounced into view, her nipples pink and perky.

The male cop urgently waved them away, making a shushing motion as he stared them down though all three shared an excited grin.

Trembling Lucy pulled the sweater up and off her arms and then shook out her hair, immediately bringing the garment down and clutching it tightly in a bundle to cover her bare chest. Now completely naked, she panted weakly, her eyes still tightly closed, heart pounding and chest rising and falling with quick panicked little breaths. The cold leather seat of the cop car clung to every inch of her back and Lucy subconsciously leant forwards, pushing out her chest, just to avoid the cold leather sticking against her bare skin.

She couldn’t believe she was sitting naked in the back of a police car, worse, the poor helpless student felt the little tinkling of the tag on her collar swing free and she mewled, knowing she had absolutely no way to hide or even hope to explain why she was wearing it.

“The quicker you hand it over, the quicker this can all be over,” the female cop’s voice echoed into her mind and Lucy reluctantly pushed the sweater through the crack in the open window, using her other arm to cover her bare breasts.

She felt the male cop snag it and mewled as the sweater was suddenly yanked clean from her grasp. The last of her clothing, the last thing she had, snatched away. Lucy tried not to cry again as she realised to her horror and shame that without Kim or Max, right then and there all she had to her name was the stupid collar locked around her neck. That was it!

She dared not open her eyes as she heard a shuffling outside the car, and the sound of the cop walking away before the window made its little whirring sound and closed.

“Well at least we know you weren’t lying about your name, Lucy,” The female cop mused from the front seat. The naked girl looked up, opening her eyes confused before she realised the cop was pointing at her little dangling name tag.

The brunette opened her mouth to speak, but she felt almost faint from shame. Her cheeks burning so hot that for a moment she struggled to even focus. She wanted to protest, but couldn’t think of anything she could possibly say to explain it.

“It suits you,” The officer said simply, making Lucy squirm, totally mortified.

“I… I didn’t choose to wear it… I… my boyfriend… it’s locked…” she stammered weakly.

“It’s lucky for you that it is!” the cop smiled brightly, “without any other form of ID, it’s a good thing you’ve got that on.”

Lucy bit her lip in shame, shaking her head as she tried to clear her doubts. Was the cop seriously suggesting the collar counted as ID or was she just mocking her?

Glancing outside Lucy tried desperately to remind herself that the people strolling slowly by and glancing in at her were probably just looking at their own reflections in the tinted glass… right…? The naked girl trembled weakly at the thought of all those people looking in at her like this, completely exposed to their eyes, her only item of clothing a bright pink collar… caged… like an animal…

She shook off the thought and tried to focus on anything else – like the way her bare nipples were pressing urgently into the palms of her hands, or the way her bare pussy felt slick against the leather seat beneath her…

The minutes dragged by, every second of her exposure felt achingly slow to the humiliated naked girl. She dared not move, terrified that to even adjust her position would somehow cause her to expose even more of her nakedness. Lucy was grateful that the officer in the front seat mostly kept her back turned, filling out paperwork, and barely acknowledging her.

Outside a pair of young women walked past, and Lucy was sure when she glanced at them they reacted, giggling and laughing as though they were staring right at her…

“Look this way,” The cop startled Lucy and she turned, just in time to catch the female officer in the front seat taking a photo of her.

*Click*

The brunette gasped, cheeks pink and eyes wide in horror, “W-what!”

“I’m sorry, just procedure,” The officer lied, quickly hiding her phone, “We take a headshot of everyone we stop.”

“B-but… but I’m naked… please… don’t!” Lucy whimpered, already knowing it was too late. She couldn’t imagine how humiliating that picture might look, “I didn’t do anything! Please, please don’t...”

Unseen by the naked girl the female cop bit her lip happily, looking ahead. The picture she’d gotten of the girl was perfect. Framed to show Lucy from just below the swell of her perky bare breasts up, it cutely displayed her covering her nipples with her hands for modesty. The bright pink collar around her neck drew attention straight to the bone-shaped tag bearing her name, and the black background of the police car only heightened the attention on the naked pet-girl. She had caught her in a moment of innocent confusion… dared she say it was like Lucy was giving the camera puppy dog eyes…

“Don’t worry, it gets attached to this case file but it’s just procedure in case we have to take you in. If your story is true and you’re not our shoplifter, it’ll be deleted.” The cop tried to calm the panicked girl even as she secretly started to upload the image to ‘lucycarpenter.gov’.

Suddenly the radio in the car buzzed to life, the voice of the male officer that had taken Lucy’s sweater coming crackling through it, “Officer Morris? I’m at the store and have word on our little stray…”

Lucy whimpered, being called a stray… the collar… her clothes… the same fears bubbled up again… like the universe was playing some cruel joke and trying to dehumanize her… she knew it was impossible, and yet her luck just seemed to keep getting worse and worse…

“The moment of truth for you,” the female cop picked up the handset and spoke, “Go ahead Jeb…”