She sat there glowering at the back of the cop, through the bars between the seats.

"Hey," she said. "These things are too tight."

He spit out the open window. "Tough," he said.

"They're hurting me!"

"You don't shut her yap I'll hurt you worse."

She muttered angrily but shut up.

They turned off onto another road, then made another turn, then another.

"How much further is this stupid police station!" she demanded.

"It's a big county," the guy shrugged.

She rolled her eyes unhappily and tried to rub some feeling into her hands.

"These fucking cuffs are too tight," she complained again.

He pulled over to the side of the road and stopped, then heaved his bulk out of the car and opened the rear door. A big hand came in and shoved her roughly down on her side, then he gripped her bare leg and jerked her onto her belly.

His hands felt around her cuffs, then a key went into one and she felt them loosening a little.

"Thanks," she said sullenly.

"Well, now, if you're feeling grateful, I can think of a few better ways fer you to show it," he drawled.

He was kneeling on the seat behind her and she felt a sudden twinge fear. The twinge shot upwards into fear and plan as his hand came slid off her wrists and down onto her ass.

"Hey! Get off me!" she cried.

"Settle down, baby. I ain't hurtin' you," he drawled.

His hand caressed her ass, tight in the denim cutoffs, while she wiggled helplessly.

"Don't touch me, you bastard!" she screamed. He snickered, his hand sliding in between her thighs and squeezing her pussy.

"Think yer real hot stuff, don't ya!" he growled.

"Get OFF me!" she cried, twisting violently. He shifted his leg slightly so his knee came on the back of her right thigh. She cried out in pain as her soft flesh was crushed beneath his weight. He jerked her left leg wider, forcing it off the seat, then his hand rubbed her pussy harder.