"What's yer name girl?" the boss demanded. "Rebecka Connors." she said angrily.

Charlie grabbed a fistful of her tangled hair and jerked her head up and back, making her cry out in pain.

"How come your badge says Amy?" he hissed. "You'll learn to answer right when we talk girl." the fat man glared.

"Amy didn't answer, her head still fuzzy. "Where you from?"

"N… New York."

"Phhhhttaahh! I mighta knowed that. You womens libbers wanta do everythin men do, like joinin the cops. But you can't take it can you!?" he accused.

"Search her and put her in a cell." he told the other man.

He got up slowly and waddled across the room to the bathroom and went inside.

"Okay honey. Stand up, spread your legs, and touch the wall." Charlie said.

"Where the hell are we? Who are you people?" "Just do as you're told honey or you're gonna get hurt." he threatened, gripping her hair and yanking it tightly.

Amy complied, leaning against the wall in the classic police pose. His hands roamed along her body, squeezing her breasts carefully through the thin silk of her Pyjamas's. His groin pressed against her spread buttocks as his hands slid around her, and she felt his hard on pushing into her crack.

"You be nice to of Charlie, an maybe I'll see you get something nice to eat tonight." he leered. "You finished Charlie?" the man demanded, coming out of the toilet.

"Yessir Boss."

"Take her in the back then."

Charlie pulled Amy away from the wall and through the metal door. Another man in a uniform like his waited there. He was even larger than Charlie, easily seven feet tall. He eyed her hungrily as Charlie brought her in and undid her handcuffs.

There were several cells along a narrow hallway. Charlie pulled her past them to a little room at the rear, the man following.

"Okay strip off honey." he said, licking his lips in anticipation.