Wake up in chains

Katja woke up groggy, trying to remember the events of the previous day. From the feel of her head, she thought she must have gotten drunk, which was unlikely, since she always followed proper protocols and didn't drink within 12 hours of being on shift. She moved to rub her eyes, and it was then that she realized that she was naked... and chained down to a hard surface, spread eagled. Suddenly, the situation came back to her with a snap. She maintained control and didn't fight against the chains, knowing that that would only cause her great discomfort and pain.

"Looks like the cop woke up." A voice sneered from behind her. "I wonder if she's as proud and racist as her little bitch friend." Katja turned her head to try and see who was talking. It was the suspect for the day before that she had foolishly followed into the darkened building.

A snicker from her other side caused her to turn that way. "Yeah, but the little redhead sure knows how to appreciate black cock now, don't you, slut?" A whimper arose from the floor and Katja strained to look, knowing without seeing her, that it was Missy O'Neal on the floor. Whether she was whimpering in pain, or pleasure, though, was entirely unknown.