Manuel grunted, driving his bloated prong far up her guts, and then arched his back and firehosed a continuous spray of hot white jism into her hot sucking asshole.

"Ahhhhh, what a whore you'll make cop! What a hot, sucking little piece of cuntmeat!

Suddenly his arm slid around her and something sharp stabbed her in the side. She struggled briefly, waves of nausea and dizziness quickly overcoming her and sending her dropping into blackness.

When she woke up, she found herself in the back seat of a car travelling quickly down a deserted back rode. She shook her head in confusion, looking blearily around.

"Hello sleeping beauty." a voice said. She turned to find a tall, muscular man sitting next to her on the seat. He grinned down at her lewdly as she looked up at him.

"Feeling better?"

She tried to move her hands and found they were handcuffed behind her. The car continued to bounce along until it came to a small building set in the middle of a clearing. The car stopped and the man beside her got out pulling her out by the arm.

They walked into the building, Amy still fuzzy and weak from whatever had been done to her. There was an enormously fat man sitting at one of the desks. He was wearing a uniform she didn't recognize.

"Looky here Boss." the man next to her said gleefully.

"This here is a Police Detective."

"Is she now Charlie?" the man said contemptuously. He had a deep thick voice that made it hard for Amy to understand him.

Charlie flung her into a chair next to the man's desk.

"Don't think much o' cops." he said with a glare on his face.

"You don't think much at all I bet." Amy gasped. "I want your opinion I'll ask it!" he roared. His hand swooped out and cuffed her on the side of the head, sending her sprawling out of the chair and onto the floor.

Charlie picked her back up roughly and pushed her onto the chair again.