Another Night

[Stephanie]

"Because he beat them. Because he beat me. Because I had nowhere else to go. Three months ago." Diana answered the questions, her ass still thrust upwards, her hands still straining for her toes.

[Lee Boudine]

" Do you obey me because your husband beat you ; because you know I will beat you ten times worse than he ever did ?" He paused to let Diana shudder at the implied threat. " Or perhaps it is because I might bring your daughters here if you don't obey me ? You really don't want me to arrest your daughters; do you ? "

There was silence.

" Spread your feet apart ; and look at me. " Diana started to rise up to look at the mirror. "NO ! NO! NO!, my dear. Stay bent, we enjoy looking at you in such a pose. Just move your feet apart and look back at me through your spread legs. Lean forward and put your fingers on the floor if your legs are tiring. Spread your feet a little more......MORE ! "

The further she spread her feet, the harder it was for Diana to keep her balance so finally she supported herself with her fingers on the floor. She could now see the mirror.

Her image was reflected in it. Her inquisitpr remained hidded, but she cringed at the view of her ass reflected back at her.

[Lee Boudine]

" When are we going to see some skin ? We don't have all day like you to dally with the bitch. Get moving !" The Commandante was impatient and displeased with the pace of my "show".

"Si my Commandante. One moment she is ready." I pressed a button which summoned my female colleague Lt. Stefana Mendez. Within minutes the lieutenant entered the room with Diana. She had stripped women many times in front of the mirror for men and women watching. She took charge and proceeded..............................

[Stephanie]

Elizabeth-Bargaining

Elizabeth, of course, was still sitting in her own cell in her torn dress and her sneakers, sipping her chocolate milk and waiting. "So when can I go home?" she asked tentatively.

Diana-Anger

Stefana was a raven-haired, trim young woman in a police dress uniform, complete with high heels and a skirt down to her calves. She walked with quiet confidence over to Diana, who could hear her heels clicking on the floor although she didn't dare to lift her head. Stefana, believing the lesbian to already be in terror, firmly grasped the base of her brown hair. It was this that provoked Diana's rage. She lashed out, trying to jerk up against the tight grip on her hair and pulling one hand up to try and punch Stefana in the guy. In Diana's bent position, Stefana had no trouble getting Diana on her belly and getting handcuffs back on her before pulling her to her feet. "Are you ready to talk, Miss Perdue? You're smart. You're a lawyer, right?"

"Fuck you." Diana snarled, losing her self-control to her rage even as those finely tones thighs tensed and those soft hands tugged at their cuffs.

Stefana tsked and began to unbutton Diana's pants. "Stop!" Diana screamed again and again as her pants and then her panties were tugged down over her legs and left around her feet.

Stefana tapped Diana's thighs lightly with the base of her whip. Not whipping or even smacking them. Just tapping them with the handle to get a feel for them. "Much too muscley for a woman, but I guess your partner in crime liked that in her 'husband'. Please step out of your pants."

"Go to Hell." Diana snarled.

Stefana hit her hard in the belly, making her double over and knocking the wind out of her. She then grabbed her again by her brown hair and tugged her foreward, out of her pants. Diana was now in her suit jacket, blouse, stockings, garter belt, and high heels. She would be stripped further but Stefana paused for a moment to let her observers savor Diana in this state of undress.

Ashley-Uncaptured

Ashley, the slightly older of Diana's nearly twin daughters, was driving home from soccer practice. She was a tall girl with an athletic, developed frame. Her skin was a little tan from all the time she spent outdoors but she was still much fairer than the people of the country. Her body was now sheened in sweat and her uniform, with its knee socks, tiny shorts, and jersey, was soaked through. Her brown hair was back in a ponytail. She had no idea what was in store for her.

[Lee Boudine]

Lieutenant Mendez's firm treatment of Diana had all the men on the edges of their chairs straining for a better view. Any man's libido is stired by the sight of a woman's body: the more flesh shown the greater his arousal manifested by the rush of blood to his penis. The observers trousers now bulged.

"So; you have such a beautiful and talented assistant Captain. You never told me. Your secret weapon ? Your secret lover ?" He was obviously pleased by the faster pace of the interrogation and smiled knowingly.

"Si , mi Commandante, my assistant. But I assure you, not my lover. It is not my choice, but hers. The interest we share is not in making love, but we share a common interest in causing pain and humiliating women. I have watched her make love to women, but the men she just teases."

" It stretches the new law out lawing lebianism, but Stefana is very loyal, and useful to the state. She has free access to the prisoners at any time. Both female and male. She is not shy about using her body to question either a man or woman."

There was a knock at door. It was a guard with a note. The Captain read it and announced, " Diana's older daughter has been arrested and is being brought here to join her mother."

Elizabeth could wait in her cell. He would be busy with Diana and Ashley here.

He turned back to watch Stefana tease Diana with the butt of the whip handle.

[Lee Boudine]

The Inspector felt his penis erect as he leaned against the back wall of the observation room watching Diana respond to Stefana's tormenting. Somehow, Diana's partial state of undress aroused him quickly. Or maybe it was the combination of Diana in garterbelt and stockings before him now: the recollection of Elizabeth, defeated, gratefully slipping on her revealingly, torn dressr the fantasy of Ahshley in her scanty tennis outfit, paniced as the officers handcuff her on the public roadway.

And then the Lieutenant working on Diana. The Inspector felt an unfamiliar attraction to Stefana that made him feel like an adolescent boy. It was a blooming attraction of new love: not really sexual, but he found even the smallest things about her exciting. Once in the heat of interrogating a young man, Stefana had kissed the Inspector on the cheek in her excitement. Just a peck in passing, but it burned in the Inspectors memory.

The men infront of him were silent: utterly absorbed in the scene playing out before them. Anxiously they awaited what Stefana would do next.

[Stephanie]

Elizabeth-Bargaining

Elizabeth was growing frustrated as the matron was simply refusing to speak to her now, not having responded at all in what seemed like ages. "Excuse me? Miss?"

Ashley-Uncaptured

Ashley sighed as she heard sirens behind her, pulling over and waiting to see what would happen next.

[Lee Boudine]

ARREST:

Ashley had won five sets out of seven. She was ecstatic as she drove home from the tennis club savoring her victories and looking forward to a long, warm bath before a nap. She sometimes showered at the club, but when she had time she prefered her bathtub. The oils and bubbles relaxed her and perhaps she would choose one of her toys from the cabinet.

Her calm reverie was suddenly interrupted by a flashing blue light and the scream of asiren. She looked down at the speedometer. "NO, I'm not speeding..........what have I done ? " She pullled to the side of the road and stopped. The road was deserted except for an occasional car passing.

" Step out of your automobile miss ! ", one of four officers surrounding her car directed.

" Why sir ? What have I done ? "

"Just be quiet and get out, NOW !", he said more harshly.

Ashley obeyed. She was conscious of her scanty tennis outfit as she swung her long bare legs out and stood up. The officers were grinning at the sexy sight and shuffled about to get a better view. " Well, what have got here ?" one commented laciviously.

The officer in charge said nothing, just stared at her: up and down. His eyes seemed to penetrate her clothing and Ashley crossed her arms across her breasts as she faced him. "Give me your drivers license miss." Reluctantly Ashley tunred back to the car door and bent in to get her bag. As she did so she was conscious of how her shorts must have clung to her buttocks tipped up toward the officer. " Here. Now what is it you stopped me for ?"

" I told you to be quiet ! If there are questions, I will ask them. Now give me your car keys !"

Ashley started to protest, "I've never....." but was not allowed to say more. The officer pulled his club and drove it into her belly hard enough to make Ashley cry out and double over. "

"YOUR KEYS....." he demanded. Still gasping to catch her breath, Ashley obeyed.

" Now, walk to the front of your car miss. " and to emphasize his order, he grabbed her shoulder and pushed her forward. At the front of her car she was ordered to bend over the hood; face down; and to spread her arms. Thus bent, Ashley was made to spread her feet wide apart. Now all four officers stood behind her for a better view of her degradation. One officer moved to feel her hair, arm pits, and her breasts flattenened on the car hood. Finished he pulled her arms behind her back and cuffed them. The officer in charge then knelt to check her shoes and started running his hands up her bare legs......................

BARGAINING: The matron had brought food to Elizabeth. " Talk to me, PLEASE......Say something...........just a word, please Oh please...." Again the matron placed the tray on the floor and left as if Elizabeth weren't even there

ANGER: Diana's thighs tingled as Lt. Mendez eroticly stroked her and probed with the whip handle. Her anger was building as she tried to control it knowing it would only inflame the government torturer. She felt she was about to burst.


The men in the observation room wondered, ' what next '.

[Stephanie]

ARREST:

Ashley was a soccer player, not a tennis player. She had won her game however and was feeling rather good about herself until the incident with the police. Now here she was, bent over the hood of her car, handcuffed, with a man feeling her nicely toned legs. "I don't see how I could be hiding anything in my legs." she said acidly.

Anger:

"I think the rest of you might be more feminine." Stefana conceded as she started to unbutton Diana's jacket and blouse. After exposing the woman's bra, she paused to grope her chest for a moment. Diana was now just glaring silently. She tried once to kick at Stefana with her powerful leg but Stefana just stepped back.

"If you aren't going to cooperate, we'll just have to do this the hard way." With that, Stefana left the room for five minutes. It was five minutes for Diana to worry and sweat and heave her bra clad chest and five minutes for the men to enjoy watching her. When Stefana returned, it was with scissors in hand. Leaving Diana cuffed, she proceeded to cut off first her jacket then her blouse and then her bra, leaving her in heels and stockings only.

Bargaining:

Elizabeth sighed and waited for the men to return.

[Lee Boudine]

Denial: Ashley was sure this was an administrative mistake and there would be hell to pay for the indignity she suffered. There were daughters from important families in her soccer league. She'd watch these scum squirm as she testified.

" EEEYIIII ! " get your filthy paws off me you animal! The man behind her's fingers were stroking her labia; reaching under her shorts and pushing her thong beteen the sweating lips. She tried to raise from the hood, but a second officer pushed her back down and held her.

Ashley was a competitor and struggled. " You'll pay for this you damned
pigs !"

Just then the sergeant returned from using the radio in the Jeep. "It's her: I checked her papers out. She's the one we were to pick up. Load the puta in the back of the truck. Enrico; followus with her car."

His words cut like a cold knife. "This is not a mistake.........what do they want ?" Ashley shivvered. Her denial wavered..........


Anger: "BITCH ! ". Diana spit at her tormentor as the last concealing clothing fell away." Let me get my hands on you and whoever is watching can look at your boobs and ass. She lashed out kick her tormentor who easily stepped aside.

"So you want to play ! Very well, dance for us whore." The baton the woman carried was also an electric prod. She extended it and touched Diana's buttock.

"WAAAGGHHIIIEEEEE! " Diana screamed and jumped away.

"DANCE !" As Diana hesitated, she extended the baton again..............


Bargaining. Elizabeth was regaining her composure as she rested, and took nourishment. The next time the matron came, Elizabeth told her she needed to go to the bathroom. The matron looked at her with an evil smirk..........

[Lee Boudine]

She was alone in the windowless box on the back of the police pick up truck.
"This cann't be happening; not to me. " Ashley thought. The truck hit a big pot hole and the handcuffed girl fought to maintain her balance on the wooden bench. "Ouch ! " the jaring ride was painfull. Ashley was afraid: she had heard stories of girls arrested................but it couldn't happen to me....
........or could it ?

The ride seemed interminable.........................

[Stephanie]

Denial

Ashley sat without the benefit of a seatbelt on the uncomfortable wooden bench. Her sweaty body encased in her soaked, small uniform bounced everytime the van went over a bump. With her hands tightly cuffed, she couldn't steady herself. She imagined that she must look like a mess as her soaked ponytail bounced with each bump. Still, it couldn't be that big a deal. She would be home this afternoon or tomorrow. She just knew it. After a long drive, the van arrived at its destination. Ashley looked to the door impatiently. Best to get this over with.

Anger

"No way!" Diana yelled, stepping back out of range of the prod and assuming a more combative stance. "There's not even any fucking music."

Depression

Elizabeth was starting to despair as nothing ever seemed to happen to her besides glances from the matron. She stood up and started pacing the room, waiting with both impatience and despondence.

[Lee Boudine]

A fifty year old woman had been locked in the cell next to Elizabeth for 48 hours. When the door was opened, the room smelled of stale urine and human waste. In one corner was a puddle and a brown mass of feces. The woman huddled in another corner sobbing; her body trembling uncontrolably. She didn't noticed the two matrons as they entered.

"SOW ! DIRTY, FILTHY SOW........you've soiled your self and left a mess. Now we'll have to clean you up. GET UP !" The matron shouted; then kicked the woman who only wrapped herself into a ball, her arms about her body and legs. She lay on the floor as the matron kicked her twice more.

"NOO; NO MORE .......Please no moooore." She begged; then began crying hystericly.

The matrons pulled her to her feet and dragged the naked woman to the shower room before taking her for further interrogation.

Now the cell had been cleaned and was ready for Elizabeth who was to be it's next occupant. Interrogation had almost broken Elizabeth's spirit and the time she was to be locked in this specially fitted room would drive her into the depths of clinical depression.

The cell was small; about 8 feet by 10 feet. The ceiling had been lowered to just 5 feet so the occupant was unable to stand upright. It was bare with white tile walls and ceiling. The floor too was white, but it was covered by a plastic matt with pointed cones about 1/3 of an inch high just an inch apart from wall to wall. The room had a hi-fidelity sound system mounted in the ceiling and was temperature controlled to be adjusted from freezing to 180 degrees f. It was brightly illuminated by six 500 watt flod lights.

Elizabeth sat in her cell straining to control her bladder and depressed: feeling overwhelmed and hopeless after her ordeal. The matrons would soon move Elizabeth to this cell....................

[Lee Boudine]

and Lee will take that trip with Hanah; the fifty year old prisoner taken from the special cell next to Elizabeth while Stephanie develops the story line we shall continue with Elizabetth, Diana, and Ashley.

At that point Hanah will be left to her fate as I follow Stephanie's lead.

Hanah is an older, physically fit, mature woman. She recognized her body maturing and participates in aerobics regularly to maintain a degree of firm ness. Her breasts are softer, but do not sag. Her waist is larger and her belly a little rounder as are her hips. Her buttocks are firm and her thighs have maintained their youthful shape: almost. Though fifty, Hanah looks ten years younger.

[Lee Boudine]

and Lee will take that trip with Hanah; the fifty year old prisoner taken from the special cell next to Elizabeth while Stephanie develops the story line we shall continue with Elizabetth, Diana, and Ashley.

At that point Hanah will be left to her fate as I follow Stephanie's lead.

Hanah is an older, physically fit, mature woman. She recognized her body maturing and participates in aerobics regularly to maintain a degree of firm ness. Her breasts are softer, but do not sag. Her waist is larger and her belly a little rounder as are her hips. Her buttocks are firm and her thighs have maintained their youthful shape: almost. Though fifty, Hanah looks ten years younger.

................................

Now to commence:

The matrons had rinsed Hanah off in the shower after her 48 hour ordeal in the conditioning room. This was my private interrogation room: the room to which Hanah had been brought after her arrest.

When she first arrived, Hanah could not accept what was happening to her. She was a socially prominent wife of a very successful industrialist who had helped financed the failed conservative coup to overthrow the Marxist military dictatorship of our small Central American country. It was beyond imagination of a convent educated woman; sheltered all her life by a good marriage to the rich son of a patrone family all her married life; that at fifty years old she would be arrested and interrogated.

She was brought to me: in this same room: a week ago. She had been arrested at 11;00 PM, with her husband, as they entered their estancia outside the city. Together they were transported to security police headquarters and there seperated. Hanah was elegantly dressed as she was escorted to my interview room.

It must have been a shock after the excitement of the evening at the opera, to find herself in a stark room of bare whitewashed walls almost devoid of furnishings. There was a massive wooden arm chair in the center of the room under a flood light fixture hanging from the ceiling. The chair faced the only other furnishings: a padded executive swivle desk chair with two light stands beside it focused on the wooden chair. I was seated in the office chair waiting.

Actually, as Hanah entered the otherwise dark room, she faced the glare of the lights which blinded her. She could see nothing but the ugly, ominous, chair and the blinding halo of light. The guards seated her on the big chair and left.

I watched Hanah and she waited aprehensively.

[Stephanie]

Denial

Ashley waited for the guards to open the door. The fit young woman flexed her arms a little, trying to work out a way to deal with this situation. She couldn't think of one no matter how hard she tried. She lowered her head, her ponytail resting around her smooth neck. She looked down at her shining, sweaty thighs, tense beneath the little soccer shorts. If only they'd open the door and get things over with.

Anger

Diana stumbled back from the baton. Stefana laughed a little as the naked woman fell onto her beck, landing on those well-muscled ass cheeks. She turned to the men watching and smiled before lightly slapping Diana on each cheek with the baton. The floored feminist struggled to regain her feet, heels pressing against the ground, but without her feet free, she found it impossible.

[Lee Boudine]

For Ashley the frustration of waiting for them to come for her was the first step in overcoming her denial. Time and the subject's own imagination was working on Ashley. Of course the men who had seen her in her scanty soccer uniform were all anxious to see more............but they knew that she'd soon be nude.

As she roled on the floor trying to avoid the tip of the cattle prod, Diana's anger was increasing.

And Elizabeth trying desperatly to hold her urine still had hope of bargaing for better treatment.

I left the scene to enjoy Hanah's company in private. Her mature body and embarassment from displaying her unclothed body turns me on. She is sexier than many younger women......................BUT, this is a diversion from the role play I have so enjoyed. I hope that my player will return: in the meantime I shall continue my fantasy about Hanah in the SEXUAL FANTASY thread, in Forums..............