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.