'Not just tonight, but much of tomorrow too Carlos. Go tell them I want Diana Perdue mlocked in Room 5 whenshe is brought in. She is not to be processed : not even spoken to by anyone; just locked in Room 5 and kept under observation. And Carlos, tell them to set up a cot in my office. With what our little bird has told us of the good professor and her dyke with her two girls it appears we will not get home for awhile.'

"Yes Sir. I'll take care of it."

" I will stay here until our two guards return with food. Then I'll meet you in my office."

Carlos left. And I turned back to Elizabeth. "The guards will return shortly. It may take a little longer for them to get your chocolate milk. No one has ever requested that before." Elizabeth had done the best she could to repair her dress, but it hung off one bare shoulder and gapped in the front exhibitting alot of cleavage. A picture of "the pure maiden defiled" as she sat modestly on the chair to which she had been tied naked.

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Meanwhile the arresting officers had Diana Perdue out of her SUV.

"Turn around and put you hands on the roof of you car Sernora."

She objected to the indignity. " What is this ? You cann't............."

"OH BUT I CAN ! BE SILENT turn around and do as I say !" To make sure the well dress lady understood, The officer jabbed his baton into her belly hard enough to make her cry out as she doubled over. He swung the bato again; a stinging blow across her buttocks. Grabbing her shoulder he spun her back facing the car. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the roof. "Spead your hands wider and move your fett back."

Diana was frightened now. These men were serious. This was obviously more than a routine traffic check. She moved slowly; just a little. The officer behind her plunged his baton betweebn her thighs making her flinch. "Spread you feet and your hands Senora and bring your feet back. As she spear he struck back and forth between her inner thighs with his stick. Her position was now very awkward. " Pat her down." the officer with the baton ordered the other officer who stepped close beside Diana.

Again she protested, " you have no reason to do this to me ! I demand you stop." The officer was ruining her freshly done hair style as he ran is fingers through her hair. " You can talk to the Sergeant when we get to headquarters senora. We have our orders."

Diana cringed as the officer put his fingers in her ears, her nostrils, and after pinching her cheeks with one hand, in and around her mouth. The "pat down" right out on the street; in public; became more humiliating as he ran his hands lower down her body. He fondled her breasts and probed her crotch before running his hands down her legs.

"She's clean." the oficer said. By now the transport truck had arrived. "Over here the officer with the baton ordered and Diana was loaded into the truck. Immediately it took off to headquarters where the Inspector and Carlos awaited Diana's arrival.