"Senor Martin, welcome. You're here to view our new suspect?" greets the police lieutenant.

"No, I've missed your lousy coffee for a few weeks, I'm here to get my monthly fix of the crap! Of course I'm here to see the suspect" I retort, "Let's see the bitch."

He dispatches a subordinate to fetch her. When they bring her into the office, there's blood on her face and clothes. "The judge is going to be pissed when he gets here; you know your not to rough them up before we see them. Clean her up. And, I guess you're going to have to get rid of her bloody clothes too," I order.

When the judge arrives, the first thing he notices is her swollen lip. No words were neccessary with the scowl he gave the lieutenant. "Hmm, nice. Not fair skinned , but she'll still be popular."

She certainly would be. She had the smooth, tawny skin of a local but was young, about twenty, I'd say, appeared to have been fairly muscular and athletic, but just starting to soften in that delicious way young women do when first maturing. Long wavy dark brown hair surrounded an attractive face that featured full, luscious lips. Not huge breasts, but a good handful and very firm. Waist still trim and legs nicely, fully rounded; cute, small feet.

The judge and I just sat back to watch the procedings. These guys new what we wanted to see. "Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you in our country? Who are you carrying drugs for?" Question after question in rapid fire, shouted intimidatingly. She was so scared and befuddled she couldn't get an answer out before the next question was screamed at her.

"No answers?" the lieutenant screamed, "you two, bend her over the desk, "Fernadez, show her how you use that belt other than to hold your pants over your fat ass."

With that two junior constables grabbed her arms, crushing her face and body down accross the lieutenant's desk. Fernandez wasn't long slipping the wide, heavy belt from his uniform pants.

"Well?" screamed the boss at his subordinate, "you going to fondle it all day or use it on her?"

From about three feet back came an overhand swing down over a beautifully rounded ass cheek. After a loud 'crack', a scream and some kicking another maximum over hand swing came down on the other cheek. Again the pain was allowed to sink in before moving to one side so the next blow would be accross the upper part of both cheeks. On and on - let her kick and scream a bit before the next blow was delivered, with great skill, just below the last until the redness had taken over her whole generous bottom and the belt was now punishing the crease at the top of her thighs.

Of course with the continuous screaming and crying, she wasn't answering any questions. The 'interrogation' had gone on for about fifteen minutes. By now the only thing coming from her was meaningless blubbering and crying. "Looks like she doesn't want to offer any information," announced the judge, "she'll stand trial in my court in the morning."

"That'll be good, then she'll be in my prison by the weekend," I confided to the judge, "she'll be the highlight of the party scheduled for Saturday night."

There was no doubt, judging by the lumps in the pants of the constibles, that our show tonight had one more act. the still sobbing, almost senseless, naked 'suspect' was forced to her knees in the middle of the floor. It wasn't a minute before six men were spewing their cum all over her face and hair.

"Tonight's interview is done. Have her ready - and presentable - for her trial in the morning," the lieutenant directed the thugs who were his subordinates, "and any of you fucking her before them will be fired."