You are driven to the lockup

You are unceremoniously shoved into the back seat of a patrol car, sandwiched between two female officers. While cuffed, the woman next to you starts to squeeze what remains of the seminal fluid from your cock. She is short and African-American, with an easy smile and straightened, shoulder length hair.

"Wow," she says while using a towel to wipe it away. "He put out a lot of jism!" She wipes down your cock, looking at Leslee as she climbs into the front seat. "I'd have a taste but he smells like you!" The women all share a laugh, which you don't find particularly funny.

"I needed that," Leslee wipes her brow, settling behind the driver's seat and motioning towards you. "This bitch obviously doesn't get much, otherwise his balls wouldn't have been so heavy."

"So why are you out here anyway?" The woman on the other side of you begins to ask a question as the car pulls away. The first woman continues to tend to your cock. Her attentions have gone from squeezing out cum to making it erect again. You grunt and wince a little bit. The second woman grabs you by the chin, then forces her gaze into yours.

"I am Sergeant Tate and I asked you a question!" She is blue eyed with bleach blonde hair. She slaps you hard after she speaks. Her demeanor is hard and cruel.

"The-the bus broke down!" You moan a bit as the first officer succeeds in making your cock rigid enough to bend back towards you. Officer Tate smiled and looked at the first woman. The radio squawked as Leslee continued to drive, pulling into the underground garage where the entrance to the jail was located.

"Officer Brooks, get his cock down and let's get him inside." I sighed as the other woman nodded, pinching the head of my cock hard until my erection subsided. The door opened and I was escorted into the jail's intake door, with the sergeant whispering in my ear as we walked.

"I think this goes a little deeper," she whispered. "I think this was a cry for help, and I'm going to make sure that you get exactly what you need!"