0 comments/ 27904 views/ 38 favorites DUI Arrest By: neruda Sophia shouldn't have been driving. That much was clear even to her. But she had driven to the party with one of her friends that had hooked up with a guy and left early, so she was on her own for the ride home. Not that having Liz with her would have really been a plus, since they'd both been drinking heavily, but at least there would've been someone there to help her stay awake and pay attention to her driving. As it was she had her radio turned way up and the air conditioner as cold as it would go in the hopes of keeping herself alert. It felt like it was working, but she was naive to think so. The reality is that she was slowly drifting between the sides of her lanes and she was occasionally nodding off in microsleeps that were endangering her and everyone else on the road. Not to mention she was mad! They say you should never drive angry, but she sure was. Liz was supposed to be her best friend, after all, but she had left the party with Jeremy. And Liz knew she had a crush on him since High School. Sure, she had never gotten the nerve together to do anything about it, but Jeremy should've been off limits. Just then, when she was remembering what she had seen them doing in the bathroom together, a pair of flashing blue lights appeared in her rearview mirror and she swore to herself. "Fuck"! As soon as she saw the lights she knew she was in trouble. As soon as she saw them she knew she would never be able to convince the cop she hadn't been drinking. Her parents would freak out!! They would make her move back home, and take her car. It would be humiliating! Just thinking about it she wanted to die. As she eased off the road and into an old abandoned parking lot, she felt her heart beating out of her chest. She knew she was in trouble, but she had no idea how much trouble she was actually in. *** Officer Mike LaNassa was enjoying his evening. This long, dark, empty highway was his favorite place to work patrol. First off, it was a great place to catch a nap on the clock. He would set up his cruiser behind this special stand of trees and no one could see him from the road, especially at night. He could close his eyes and rest. He never really took advantage of it, just a few minutes here and there, but it was still a nice perk. Second, this highway was a favorite for teenagers and college pukes that were out drinking at parties all night and trying to avoid the higher chance of a ticket on the Interstate. It was the perfect place to set up and catch three or four a night and keep his numbers way the hell up. His bosses loved him for it because he always got way over his quota of drunks using this road. There was another opportunity that this afforded him, but he was trying not to think about that right now, because he didn't want to get worked up for nothing. Sometimes when the right opportunity came up a DWI stop could be a lot of fun... The weather was just turning cool, so he had the windows down. There was a turkey sandwich and a bag of chips in his trunk for when he got hungry. He had a good book that he was reading, and basically looking forward to a nice, long easy night. That's when his first candidate blew past him. That's what he called them when he saw them speeding or driving erratically, he called them candidates. Mike had never really taken time to think about what they were candidates for, but he still called them that. He threw his book into the passenger's seat, turned on his overhead lights and pulled out. As soon as he got behind this one, he knew he had them. They were driving 15 miles an hour too fast and weaving in and out of their lane. As he was expecting as soon as they saw the lights they slowed way down, but didn't really stop weaving. The driver must be really intoxicated. The other thing that he really liked about his special setup spot was that it was not far from an old abandoned gas station parking lot. There was a lot of overgrowth around it now, and it looked like an enticing and safe place for the drivers to pull over to get their ticket, but once both cars were all the way in and the lights were off, it was very secluded. Even if another car did pass, they were unlikely to see anything that was going on. And sometimes he really liked the privacy. Just as he expected, the driver turned into the abandoned parking lot. As soon as they stopped he got on the loudspeaker in his car and said "Driver, turn off your engine." He waited and saw the headlights of the car go out. He felt a small relief. Usually when a driver complies with the first thing you tell them, it makes it less likely that they will cause violent trouble later. Now it was time to run their plate. He liked to give them a lot of time to get scared over the traffic stop. He wanted to give them enough time to get really nervous when he walked up. Most people were a lot more compliant after that. He ran the plate on his ancient patrol laptop. It was an old model, blue Toyota Corolla and it was registered to a pleasantly plump looking middle aged woman in a nearby suburb. She was dressed very nicely in her driver's License photo and he didn't think she would drive a car this old or this small. She looked like more of the SUV, soccer mom type. This confirmed what he had already assumed, that this was just going to be some teenager or college kid that was drunk and about to get in a lot of trouble. Running the plates took about five minutes, and from experience he knew that the driver would be ready to crawl out of their skin by now. So he got out of the car, adjusted his gun belt and unsnapped his holster, pulled out his powerful flashlight and headed for the car. *** Mike LaNassa was a tall and handsome man with dark hair and eyes. Unlike some of his fellow officers that spent all of their time at the gym trying to get bulked up and ripped muscles, he had long ago decided that speed and agility were a better defense on the streets than sheer muscle. Consequently he was an avid runner, and there wasn't an ounce of fat to be found anywhere on him. Every morning and every evening of his life he ran five miles in his neighborhood. He did one ten mile run on his days off, and four times a year he ran a half marathon. It used to be that he ran a full marathon once a year, and he was certainly in shape for it, but one year he ran one, and two days later he had to make a drug bust. He was so tired from the marathon that he almost missed a knife when he was patting the man down. It could have gotten him or one of his friends killed and that was not a chance he could take again. So as much of a running fanatic as he was, he avoided running anything longer than a half marathon in a day. But the result was the same. His dedication to running and fitness left him with a slender, powerful body and very quick reflexes. Two things that go well enforcement. Of course it didn't hurt him when he went to the bars either. He always had plenty of options by the end of the night. But more and more he was getting drawn to another type of fun. *** Sophia was sitting quietly in her car, already crying. She was in a shit load of trouble and she knew it. She was a pretty girl. She had long blond hair, a slender frame and large breasts that stood out nice and proud. She knew that sometimes police officers would give breaks to cute girls, especially if they could see some skin, and so she quickly unbuttoned her top an extra button. She was wearing a cream colored silk blouse with no bra. She liked it because it always showed the impressions of her nipples through the thin, sheer material. It certainly got a lot of attention from the boys when she wore it to parties. The officer got out of his patrol car and walked slowly up to her vehicle. She waited as patiently as she could, but couldn't control her fidgeting. She checked her hair in the mirror one last time and then straightened her top to make sure that she was showing maximum cleavage. She was willing to flirt with this guy is she needed to, to get out of the ticket. She watched him approach in her side view mirror and thought to herself that he wasn't too bad looking. ... Mike walked up to the driver's side window and tapped on the glass. It was an old fashioned crank window, and she hurried to roll it down. He smiled as the movement made her breasts jiggle. This was a good looking girl. Maybe his evening would turn out better than he had hoped. "Good evening, Miss" he said authoritatively. "Do you know why I pulled you over this evening?" "No sir." She said. "You were speeding and you were not maintaining lane control of your vehicle. Have you been drinking this evening?" "No, of course not." She lied. She turned in her seat to look at him more fully to give him a better view of her breasts. He didn't seem to be paying a lot of attention to them though. He was maintaining a lot of eye contact. He had hard eyes. Handsome blue eyes, but hard. "Do you have any drugs, or weapons on you this evening ma'am?" "No, of course I don't," she said a little more defensively than she would have liked. "Step out of the car with your license and registration miss." Sophia complied. She felt her heart pound a lot faster than she thought it should be. She could hear her pulse in her ears. She was not as in control of this as she had thought she would be. Usually guys couldn't wait to flirt with her. But this guy wasn't responding at all. She stepped out of the car with the documentation he had requested and handed it to him. "Step in front of my police cruiser and wait there where I can see you." He went back to his car and sat in the driver's seat. He pretended to be calling her information over the radio. She looked at him very nervously. He watched her in the stark light of the headlamps of the car. She was hot as hell. Maybe the best looking girl he had ever pulled over. The light from the car made her shirt translucent and he could see her figure clearly. Her tits were huge and he was imagining how they would feel in his hand. Mike Lanassa started to feel himself getting hard in his pants, and at that moment he knew that little Miss Sophia Perez was about to have a bad night. Her ID said she was 19 years old. She lived at the same address that her car was registered to her mother under, and that meant she still lived at home. She had had a series of traffic violations in her teens, but nothing as major as a DWI. He pulled a small black box with a white tube on it out of the glove box and went back to talk with her. She was starting to get cold in the cool night air and her nipples were hard and pressing against the thin translucent material of her blouse. "Tell me again," He said, "Have you been drinking tonight?" "No sir," She said, scared as to why he was asking her again. "Where are you coming from tonight?" "My friend's house." "That doesn't tell me anything. Your friend's house where? What were you doing there tonight?" "Why?" She asked a little miffed. She didn't think he had the right to ask her these questions. "Here's the way it works. I ask the questions and you answer them. You're in a lot of trouble tonight, and if you know what's good for you, you will start being very cooperative right now." Sophia immediately started crying. It was all too much for her. "Why am I in trouble, she asked?" "You don't ask questions," he said again. "Where is your friend's house that you were at, and what were you doing there." "It's in Walden subdivision. We were just watching Netflix. That's all." She continued to cry. "And you weren't drinking?" "NO!" She almost wailed. "Mrs. Perez, I suspect you have been drinking. You were driving erratically, and I smelled alcohol on you when you rolled down your window." "I haven't been drinking!" She screamed at him. She immediately knew it to be a mistake. She saw the anger pass over his face. She could tell he was mad. "I'm sorry..." She tried to say. Mike LaNassa pulled out a small black box from his duty belt and held it out to her. "Blow into this" He said. "No..." she tried to explain. If he made her blow into that, she knew he would know exactly how much she had had to drink. "Are you refusing to take this test?" He asked in a dangerous voice that she didn't like the sound of. "No..." Again, he cut off her response. "If you aren't refusing then take it now. If you don't, under state law you will be arrested and taken to jail right now. No more conversation. If you haven't been drinking, this will prove it." He stared at her. She was still crying, and her tears were discoloring her pretty cream colored blouse. She could tell that he wasn't going to give in. She had to take the test and hope for the best. She reached out for the device and started blowing into it. It gave a click, thunk sound and he took it from her. He looked at the reading, then turned it around for her to see. "Point oh eight is legally intoxicated. You are at point one nine. That's over twice the legal limit." He let the words hang in the air. "Turn around. You're under arrest." "No!" This time she really screamed it. Then she made the next mistake of her night, she turned and tried to bolt. She got about three steps into the run before she felt an iron hand grab her right arm and yank her to the ground. She landed face first in the grass. In the space of a heartbeat she felt the full weight of the officer settle on top of her as he straddled her and sat on her ass. She felt her body get pushed into the ground and the wet grass. "Oh, you fucked up now you little bitch," Mike said. He liked the feel of her firm ass under his crotch. "I guess we are adding resisting arrest, and fleeing an officer of the law to your record tonight. I wonder what else we can get you to fuck up." "No, Please!" she pleaded with him. His weight on top of her was almost too much for her to handle. He felt like a mountain on top of him. "We are way past 'no, please'", he said. "You are going to jail tonight. The thing that is going to determine if you stay there or get to go home to your mommy is how cooperative you are with me from now on." He grabbed her right wrist with his iron grip and twisted it behind her back. She felt the cold metal of the cuff go on her wrist, and panic set in, she started to struggle hard. He liked the feel of her moving under her. The other wrist was cuffed the same way, and she was his. She could struggle all she wanted now, but there was no getting away. She was fully restrained. "Are you going to be cooperative?" he asked her. She didn't answer. She was sobbing into the grass. He shifted his hips forward, hard, slamming them against the raised mound of her ass. It wasn't that hard, it wasn't something that hurt her, but it got her attention, shocked her back to reality almost like a slap to the face. When he heard her crying die down, he asked her again: "Are you going to be cooperative?" "Yes!" She was quick to answer this time. "Cooperative means you do whatever I tell you to. Are you going to do whatever I tell you to?" "Yes, sir", she said through the tears and the ground pressed to her face. "Good girl." He said. He raised his bulk off of her and stood up. "Let's get you standing up." In addition to the blouse she was wearing, she was also wearing a pair of very form fitting blue jeans with a belt. He grabbed the belt at the small of her back, and lifted her up effortlessly until she was back on her feel. He put his other hand to her elbow to guide her back to the patrol car. "Now, you just do what you're told, and don't try to cause any more trouble and you just might get out of this alright. Do you understand?" "Yes," She said. "Yes sir," he corrected. "Yes sir", she said immediately. He smiled knowing that he had her. When they got to his patrol car he bent her over the hood and held her in place with one hand. He kicked her feet apart until she had a wide stance. "You already lied to me once tonight about drinking and you resisted arrest. I have to check you for weapons or drugs." "I don't have any!" She said again. "We're past me believing anything you have to say." With that, he started patting her down. ... About two years ago Mike had pulled a woman over for speeding. It was another dark country road on a dark night much like this one. He had been having a rough time with his then fiancé, and hadn't fucked in a long time. He had been fantasizing about a stripper he had once known when the woman had blown past him doing more than twenty over the limit. He had pulled out and pulled her over right away. Her name was Veronica. She was 42, an executive at a local insurance company and smoking hot for her age. Mike had always liked the MILF Librarian look, and veronica had it all together. But twenty over the speed limit is a must arrest and he handcuffed her and started checking her for weapons and contraband just like he was with Sophia. Veronica Givens was wearing a business suit with a skirt and when he ran his hands up her legs... maybe he went a little too high checking her, but he had found out she wasn't wearing any panties. The side of his finger had touched her pussy lips in the search, and even without looking he could tell that she was shaved clean and soaking wet. Now maybe if he was getting more at home at that time, or if he had taken time to really think about what he was doing, he wouldn't have let it happen. But he was hornier than he could ever remember being. He pushed her skirt up over her ass, and fucked her right there against the car. She was wet and ready for him the moment he entered her and he came in seconds. ...but so did she. She was as turned on by the whole thing as he was. He was ready to go again in minutes and the second time he fucked her he made it rough, and he made sure it hurt, and again she came just as hard as before while he was thrusting into her. Still standing there, bent over the car, handcuffed and exposed, he watched as his cum dripped out of her pussy and onto the ground. To this day he still thinks about it and it still turns him on. He had let Veronica go that night after he fucked her the second time. For weeks he had been worried that she was going to file a complaint or bring charges against him. After all, he had raped her, hadn't he? But she never did. She got out of a ticket, and she got a good fucking and that was the end of it. Except it wasn't. That night had awakened something inside of him. He found out he liked to be in control. He liked to have them handcuffed. And most importantly, he liked it when they were too scared to say anything after. Ever since that night there had been others. Some older than him, a lot of them younger. And every time, he held his breath waiting for someone to say something, and no one ever did. The real surprise had come when he learned other cops did it too. He thought he was the only one. But he wasn't. Their police station was small, and there was a small jail with five cells in the basement. One day he had gone down there at the start of his graveyard shift to find the Lieutenant and two uniforms forcibly stripping a drunk woman in her 30s. She was the typical over 30 bar fly. Bleached blond, carrying a few extra pounds, large freckled breasts, and way too drunk to be driving. She had puked on herself when they were booking her, and she had to be cleaned up. Once she was stripped naked they sprayed her off with a hose, while she cussed and spit and continued to carry on as much as possible. Mike watched the show, enjoying the way her nipples got hard in the cold water and how her tits flopped around as she moved. Eventually though she was soaking wet, freezing cold and that's when the lieutenant unzipped his pants and told her to lie down on her stomach. DUI Arrest She was a fighter, that was for sure. She didn't lie down on her own. All three of them had to hold her down while the boss fucked her in the ass. After, when he was finished and most of the fight was out of her, they all took turns. Later that day the Lieutenant pulled him aside and said "Who's going to believe a drunk with her reputation? Even if she got out of jail and went directly to another precinct to file a complaint, what would happen? They would pull her record and see she the custody dispute with her ex and the bad checks and the DUIs. She has zero credibility. The number one rule is don't get caught. You got it? Don't get caught." Ever since then there have been plenty of others. And tonight, there would be Sophia. ... Sophia was bent over the hood of the patrol car. She had cried herself out. He didn't care. He was too powerful and too fast for her to run. She was in handcuffs and she was going to jail. The immensity of her predicament was starting to dawn on her. Her only hope left was to cooperate with him and make it as easy on herself as possible. She was thinking about what she would tell her mother, when she felt him grasp her firmly around her ankle, and her attention was brought back to what he was doing. Slowly, he worked his way up her right leg. Her jeans were very tight, but still he methodically stroked and patted her leg until the top of his left hand rested on her crotch. He rubbed there too, just like he had been all this time and just when she thought he was getting a little too familiar he ran his hands around to her belly. He rubbed there, making sure that there was nothing stuffed in the front of her jeans and then moved to her left leg, working his way up and ending on her crotch again. He ran his hands around to her hips he felt her phone in her pocket and took it out. He looked, it was locked and he set it on the hood inches from her face. He felt to the bottom of both of her pockets, and when he got to the third, the watch pocket, he pulled out a half smoked joint. "My my", he said. "What do we have here? Looks like you just can't tell the truth can you. We are going to have to do a more thorough search. " "That's not mine," she said quickly. "Shut up!" He snapped. Don't speak again unless I ask you a question." She shut her mouth, getting more and more scared by the minute. He stood her up, turned her around and began unbuckling her belt. "No," She cried. "What are you doing?" With no warning he slapped her across the face. "Shut up! I told you not to talk again. You are in a lot of trouble and I'm going to search you. Do you understand me?" "Yes," she said in a whimper. "Yes what." He asked. "Yes sir," she replied. "Good." He went back to unbuckling her belt. When it was undone, he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles. She was wearing a pair of purple, lace boy shorts. They were pretty and they looked good with her skin color. He smiled in the headlights, but she was looking away and didn't see him. He started unbuttoning her shirt. She remembered that she wasn't wearing a bra. She went to say something to him about it, and she realized that he would just slap her again, so she kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to be hit. With her shirt open, he pulled it off her shoulders and it bunched in the back around her wrists where the handcuffs were. He grabbed her tits, one in each hand and felt them, their weight and feel. They were naturally large, and very perky. His fingers slid to her nipples and he pinched them hard. In that moment, she knew he was going to fuck her. She had been scared of him doing it when he had first pulled down her pants, but now with her nipples being pinched, she knew it was going to happen. "Nice ficking tits," he said. "Please don't..." she said in a thin small voice. "Please don't what?" "Please don't rape me." "Rape you? Of course it's not going to be rape. Because you are going to beg me for it." He said with a grin in his voice. "No!" She said and looked at his face for the first time. He had a maniacal look in his eyes. "I thought you were going to be cooperative? No isn't cooperative. No is going to get you hit again, and bad things are going to happen tonight." She looked away from him again. he was still forcibly groping her breasts. "So what you are going to say is 'please officer, please bend me over this car and fuck me.'" She shook her head. He slapped her again. "Say it" "P..Please officer. b..b..bend me over this car and f.ff..fuck me." "Sure sweetheart. I'll be happy to." With that he turned her around to face the car and bent her over the trunk again. "Stay here", he said and pressed her into place so she knew where he wanted her. He bent over and took off her shoes, and pulled her jeans off her legs, first from one foot and then the other. It was gravely in this part of the parking lot and it couldn't have been fun standing on it in bare feet. Too bad. She had started to sob again. The shirt was still bunched around her handcuffed wrists and was drooping down over her ass, partially covering it. He couldn't have that. He gathered the material in his hand and wrapped it around her wrists, mainly to get it out of his way. "Now lets see about those pretty purple panties of yours." he said. "Ask me to take them off for you." She had to take a couple of deep shuddering breaths before she could get the words out. "Please take them off for me." "Sure thing sophia. I'll do it for you now." He slid his hands up the outside of her thighs to her panties and pulled them down to her knees. From there they fell to the ground on their own. "Let's see what we have here." He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled them apart. He could see her pretty pink pussy and the discolored circle of her anus. "Mmm, nice. Let's see what you feel like." He let go of her ass with his right hand and slid it between her legs. Her pussy was hot, but dry to his touch. He ran his hand up to her stomach from behind and found that she was clean shaven. "You should be more excited to see me," he said. "We'll have to see what we can do about that." She was trembling now; trembling from cold and fear. He began rubbing his fingers from back to front along her pussy, back and forth, back and forth. Every once in awhile he would stop at her clitoris and rub it in a little circle. Then back and forth. It only took a minute or so before it happened. She knew it was coming. She could feel it starting, like someone had crushed a grape inside of her. The warm, sticky liquid of her arousal began to flow. "There we are", he said in a cooing tone. "That's a good girl. I knew you would be happy to see me." He continued his rubbing and then, all of a sudden he slipped a finger into her. With ease he found her g spot and started pressing it like a button, then rubbed along it back and forth. "Ahhhhh!!" she gasped, shockling herself as the first real wave of her arousal crashed over her. "Good," he said. "You're ready now." Mike LaNassa let go of her and left her bent over the car as he took off his gun belt. He coiled it and put it on the driver's seat, well away from her. No sense in taking chances. He undid his pants and let them fall to the ground, then quickly let his underwear follow. He had been blessed with a long cock, maybe a little thinner than he would have liked, but nice and long. It was standing up proud and ready. He walked up behind her and used his hand to run the head of his dick back and forth along her lips a few times to get it nice and lubricated. Then with one, hard thrust, he forced himself all the way into her. "Unghhhh!" she screamed again. He pulled out slowly and then in again, this time harder. Within a few strokes, he had worked up his rhythm and was slamming into her and consequently slamming her into the side of the police car. Over and over again. She was tight, and even as wet as she was, her lips clung to him when he pulled out and rolled along his dick as he forced himself back in. Each thrust brought another animalistic sound from her of desire and fear and pleasure and pain. Then, only minutes into it, he felt her contracting around his shaft. She was orgsiming, gasping for air, wailing, half crying and half cumming. And then he started cumming too. He slammed into her again and felt it come on him, unable to control it any longer, he pulled her close and shot it into her as wave after wave of pleasure passed over him. He held onto her like that for a while, catching his breath. When he was done, and felt himself shrinking inside of her he stepped back and looked at her cunt. His semen was starting to collect at the entrance in what they called a creampie. "Stay here", he said. She didn't respond, but she didn't move either. He shuffled with his pants around his ankles to where his cell phone was on the dashboard of his car. He came back and opened the camera. He started taking pictures of her bent over the trunk of the car. He took pictures of her pussy dripping with their combined juices. He pressed his index and middle finger into her sex and used it to thoroughly lubricate them. Then he switched to the video mode on his camera and slowly, but forcefully pressed his fingers into her anus. "No," she said. She was clenching and fighting him. "Not there!" But he just ignored her. He kept up his relentless assault until he won and his fingers slid into her most private place. She let out a sound of pain, but that was all. He was already feeling himself getting hard again. In and out he worked his fingers until the fluid from her pussy started to wear off and they were were getting harder and harder to slide. "Now, I got another go in me, so you have a choice. Either I can fuck you in this tight little asshole of yours and we both know that's not going to feel too good. At least not for you. Or you can turn around, kneel right here and give me a good thorough cleaning with your mouth." With that he jammed his fingers in hard, making her clench around him. "So which is it going to be?" "I'll use my mouth. I'll use my mouth!!" She nearly screamed it at him. He took his fingers out of her ass and wiped them off on her back. He stood her up and turned her around to face him. Once again he pointed his camera phone at her and let the video roll as he panned first up her body and then down. "What...what are you doing,": she asked tremulously. "Just a little momento for later. That and if you ever tell anyone what happened here tonight, they're all going to get to see it first hand. I'll send the video to your parents and they can watch it." "No!" she said, horror struck at the idea. "Then just keep being a good little girl and all will be just fine." After he got her on film nodding to his threat he pressed down on her shoulder and she took the hint to kneel before him. "Now just pretend this is your quarterback boyfriend and you want to prove to him what a sexy girl you are." With the hand that wasn't holding the camera phone, the one that had been in her ass just moments ago, he pulled her head forward to his hardening cock, and felt her take it into her mouth. She was good. Actually she was great. Since her hands were behind her back, she wasn't tempted to jerk him off with her lips around his head, like some girls did. Instead she was all mouth, tongue and throat. When he would thrust forward and feel his cock slide down her throat, he would feel her gag around it. But other than that, she was a natural. When he felt his orgasm rise again, he took half a step forward pressing the back of her head against the cop car with his pelvis. His dick forced its way all the way down her throat, and he came as she was gagging on him. She swallowed his load, mainly because she had no other option. He stepped back, and pulled out, allowing her to collapse on the ground, sputtering and gasping for air. With a steady hand, he filmed the whole thing until her breathing was back to normal. He shut off the video app on his phone and slipped it in his pocket as he bent down to pull up his underwear and pants. He got his clothes in order and put his gun belt back where it belonged. Her eyes followed him as he moved, but she looked scared, not defiant. Once he was ready for duty again, he reached down and unlocked her cuffs. He stepped back far enough so that he could watch her rub her wrists and arms now that they were free again. "Go ahead and get yourself dressed." he told her. "Are you letting me go," she asked hopefully. Her face was tear stained, and her makeup was streaked. Her hair was mussed and her clothing rumpled. "We'll see. For now just get yourself cleaned up." She did. She crawled around on the ground until she found her panties and jeans. She turned away, so she wasn't facing him as she wiggled into them. Her pretty silk blouse was terribly wrinkled, but she covered herself with it anyway knowing that she would never wear it again after tonight. When everything was as inplace as she could get it, and she had smoothed her clothes and hair a little, she went to turn back around to face him, but he was right there. He grabbed her by the arm, twisted it behind her and put the handcuffs back on. "I thought you were letting me go?" she accused, scared and frustrated. "Oh, I am. Don't worry. But I think you need to have a conversation with my Lieutenant first." With that he helped her into the back seat of his patrol car. Smiled and thought about getting to watch his boss have his fun with Little Miss Sophia.