Lucy is Guilty!

“Looks like we caught her red-handed – Store owner confirms the sweater matches the one stolen.”

Lucy sat bolt upright in disbelief and growing panic, “W-what? B-but I didn’t steal anything I swear… p-please… you have to believe me… there’s been some kind of mistake!”

“Quit your yapping!” The female cop snapped from the front seat as the naked girl looked around in wild desperation from the back. Her hands clutched tightly to her bare chest, knuckles almost white from alarm, her bare feet bouncing wildly on their toes as she tried to quell the primal adrenaline rolling inside her.

“P-please… please ask again… I didn’t do anything!” Lucy cried in desperation.

“Shut it or I’ll muzzle you…” The female cop gave a firm glare, causing the naked girl to shrink back, “It would go with your cute little collar hmm?”

Lucy could only squeal in protest, how had her day gone this far wrong? Now she was being arrested for something she didn’t even do?!

Her mind was immediately filled with nightmare scenarios… being marched into a police station completely naked, searched… thrown into a jail cell with other people like this… helpless and exposed. Even if they gave her something to wear, how could she hope to explain it to her parents? “Mom, Dad, I got thrown in jail totally naked… because I went out in just a sweater… because Kim locked me out… because I had to shower after losing the rest of my clothes… because I took them off to pee on the grass...”

The officer in the front clicked the handset, “Understood Jeb, she’s secure in the back so we can take her downtown for processing. You on your way back?”

The radio crackled with static for a moment, “Negative. You go ahead and I’ll deal with statements here. I’ll see you back at the station.”

“Roger that.”

“… A-are you arresting me?” Lucy stammered nervously, dreading the answer.

“Mmhmm” The cop nodded, trying to keep a straight face now that Lucy’s ‘guilt’ had been determined.

“I… You’re taking me to jail?”

“I am,” The cop said simply.

Lucy shook her head, frantic, the little tag on her collar tinkling left and right, “Please, please believe me, I swear I didn’t do anything… I swear…”

“If you don’t stop talking I’m going to come back there and cuff you,” The female cop barked, then smiled, “With your hands behind your back.”

Lucy’s fingers flexed in their protective position against her breasts, a rush of fresh pinkness flushed across every inch of her humiliated naked body at the thought of losing her last little scrap of modesty. With a held sob the girl bit her lip and could only stare out at the world in horror as the cop put the car into drive and pulled away.