Pulling up to the station.

The drive to the police station didn't take very long and Emily and the officer didn't talk at all. She was still a little out of it from the fucking that he had just given her, and he was probably pretty tuckered out, too.

The city center wasn't busy. Most of the people out and about had gathered around the convention hall, which meant that it was easy getting to where they were going. The station was in its own city block, a pretty big building with a huge parking lot. The police officer didn't go to the main parking lot, though. He brought the car around the back and pulled right up to a nondescript door.

"Here's our stop," he announced, parking the car and getting out. He opened the door to the back and pulled her out with a rough grab of her shoulder. "C'mon," he said. "Don't be a pain in the ass and we can get this over with faster."

Emily didn't bother resisting. Getting tased had been fun in a kind of sexy way, but giving the officer shit now would just increase the odds of getting it again, and this time it would probably hurt a lot more. She walked along in front of him and he kept a hold on her hand-cuffed wrists.

He opened the door and led her inside. There was a little hallway with a low ceiling, only a few feet higher than Emily's head, and a few steel doors.

"In here," the officer said, opening one of the doors with a set of keys.

The room inside was dark and smelly. The officer turned the lights on, but that only made Emily's opinion of the place worse. There were cement floors and a steel table with some uncomfortable-looking chairs at it. The cop sat her down in one of those chairs. It was so cold against the bare skin of her ass, and she crossed her legs over each other to minimize her contact with it.

"So, what," Emily said. There was a petulant tone in her voice. "You just wanted to bring me back to your sex dungeon to fuck me again? What's the big deal?"

The police officer ignored her question and threw an old cell phone onto the table. He locked her cuffs to the table in front of her, but the phone was easily within her reach. "You know the drill," he said. "You get one phone call. Ask em to come down to the station to pay your bail." He left the room and she heard him turn the key in the lock. She could still see him through the screen in the door. After a little while, other cops even showed up. She had a brief second of hope, believing they might call the officer out for his massive violations of the law when they saw the naked teenage girl sitting inside. Instead, though, they only peered through the screen, jeering at her and tapping on the glass. She actually saw a few high five the officer!

What the fuck kind of police force is this, Emily thought to herself. She never would have imagined that they would be so corrupt. She had to admit, though... they certainly were lookers. Almost all of them strong, broad-shouldered guys, most of them only a little older than her. Emily actually found herself blushing a little while they checked her out, and she didn't make any effort to stop them from looking at her. In fact, she pulled her arms away from her breasts, giving them a better look.

Her eyes fell on the old cell phone. Who was she supposed to call? None of her friends could afford bail, could they? The cop hadn't even told her how much bail was.