Taken... somewhere else.

By the time the police officer had thrown Emily into the back of the car once more, she had her wits about her again. She blinked away her confusion and realized that he had gotten into the front seat. The key was in the ignition. She heard the old engine sputter to life and felt the car pull out and back onto the road after their little 'detour.'

"Where're we going?" she said. "This wasn't the deal." She strained against her handcuffs, but that only made her wrists hurt more.

"You made a bad deal," the officer said. "I get to do whatever I want with you, and I still want to do lots more. Don't worry, you'll probably get to go home at the end of the day. So long as someone posts bail, obviously."

So long as someone posts bail? Emily thought. No. No, that hadn't been the deal at all. The whole deal had been to avoid being taken back to the station! "Where are we going?" she insisted, leaning up against the cage separating her and the officer in the front seat.

"Back to the station," he said nonchalantly. "Don't worry, we won't be pressing charges. I just want to have some more fun with you."

Emily's heart was pounding. Back to the station. Back to the station! What the fuck was he expecting to happen next? She was naked in the back seat of his cruiser! Hell, he had just blown his load inside her more than once a few minutes ago! As soon as they pulled into the station all of the officers would know exactly what he had been up to.

She sighed and leaned back against the crappy leather seating. This was a huge pain in the ass, but at least she wouldn't have to deal with an actual charge against her. Emily knew that if she could handle the abuse that he had thrown her way (and even liked it more than a little) then she could handle whatever he planned to do to her at the police station. Only a few more hours and then she could be free of this mess.