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“We’re almost there, ma’am,” declared one of the two police officers, seeing Van was still visibly shaken. She simply nodded, her body trembling from a mixed state of shock and surprise. She had resigned herself to the fact that she would probably spend the night at the police station instead of the town she had intended to visit.While the officers escorted Van to the police station, her girly tumescence rubbed against her inner thighs as she walked; each stride felt like a tender stroke on her clammy nylon appendage. There was an increasing urge to slip her hand under her skirt to touch the swelling engorgement. If she had to climax, she wanted to wank to her heart’s content, not prematurely like this.Yet subconsciously Van was feeling thrilled and aroused by being under duress, helpless, and not in control of her circumstances. Even now, while trying to repress the urge to cum prematurely from the relentless rubbing, Van was getting all tingly with her pulsating girl-cock.The distance felt like an endless trudge, with Van merely striding in place on a treadmill. As the three of them continued walking, she contemplated asking the officers but worried her inquisitiveness might fuel further suspicions. On top of this, her mind was preoccupied with the imminent premature ejaculation if this kept up.Her balls began tightening as her turgid member got more and more excited from the incessant brushing. She was approaching the summit of her orgasm. Her swollen bulbous head was already nudging out against the diaphanous nylon at the back; suffused in the saturated area she had cummed earlier.Ooh, please! Not now… please hold on! Van implored inside her mind; fighting the urgency of her throbbing phallus.“Here we are!” the announcement came no sooner than they finally arrived at their destination. Van was getting butterflies in her stomach as they entered, speculating and anticipating the questions that would soon be asked.I’m innocent. I did nothing wrong. There’s nothing to be worried about. They’ll release me soon after I’ve given my statement. Van expected nothing less than a quick entry and exit from the police station. The officers led Van inside and brought her to an interrogation room, where they sat her down and handed a form for her to fill in. The drab surrounding felt eerily solemn. Van was quiet and contemplative. All she wanted was to take a stroll around the small town, dressed up and maybe… just maybe, make a few heads turn with the high heels and oily-gloss mocha-colored pantyhose she was wearing.Van could feel her excited tumescence gradually subsiding to a calmer demeanor. She double-crossed her slender legs; left over right before tucking the small of her left ankle under her right as an added assurance to squeeze off any remaining trace of erection she was feeling at the moment.Pulling the piece of paper closer to her, she picked up the accompanying pen on top and began writing on it after scanning through its contents. First off was her name, followed by her date Artvin Escort of birth and age, then her gender. Van paused and stopped, contemplating long and hard if she should indicate her true identity.After much consideration, she wrote ‘Female’ as she normally had with other application forms, and breezed through the rest of the questionnaires. Van waited. Her wandering eyes scanned the dim-lit enclosure and noticed a large rectangular mirror on one side. Other than the frigid-looking table and the chair she was sitting on, there was nothing else. She looked up and spotted a CCTV camera installed on the top corner above the room door; its angle was directed at the spot where she was seated.Ten minutes passed and no one came through the door. She stared listlessly at the table in front and spotted a wrought iron ring mounted at the corner of the table. Her eyes quickly shifted laterally to the other end and saw a similar wrought iron ring mounted on that corner too. She stood up and leaned over to see two other wrought iron rings mounted on the opposite sides of the table as well. Intriguing table design. I wonder what those rings are for. Van was getting a little restless from the wait. She looked at her watch – 10:58 pm. Fuck! She needed to get going or her mother would start worrying about her extended absence.“Hello?” Van finally gave up and called out, “anyone coming?”Darn! I should have just stayed at home. Stupid idea for wanting to get out and take that damn shortcut through the alley! Van was upset with herself for making the wrong decision, and now she was stuck in a small, dark, and dingy room inside the police station waiting for her statement to be taken.Not a minute sooner, the door opened, and the two officers stepped in with a black bag and a clipboard. They set the bag on the table as they approached Van. One of them walked over and leaned against the wall, while the other sat on the edge of the table closer to her.“Sorry to keep you waiting, ma’am. That is Officer McCoy,” the officer signalled to the man leaning against the wall, “and I’m Officer Briggs.” Retrieving the form on the table, Officer Briggs glanced over the written information and read out, “Vanna Tan, 20, currently unemployed.”“Yes officer, but you can call me Van for short.”“Ok, Van it is then. I’ll cut to the chase, and we can all go about resuming our activities, so long as you cooperate fully and give us what we want. How’s that sound?”Van nodded in agreement.“What were you doing in that dark alley?” Officer Briggs inquired.“I took a shortcut while on my way to the train station, and then some random stranger sprung out from nowhere,” Van responded.“And?”“Another guy joined in and… they both started to attack me,” recounted Van.There was a momentary pause before Officer McCoy added, “Any idea what these guys want with you, Van? Money? Jewelry?”There was a brief silence. Van recalled her would-be assailants remarking about her haughtiness and wanting to teach her a lesson. Artvin Escort Bayan But she was too embarrassed to disclose this piece of information that she decided to omit, “Not at all.”Detecting her slight hesitation, Officer McCoy pressed on, “Are you sure? You’re not withholding any vital information, Van?”“No.”“Ok. So… You got into a struggle with them?” Officer Briggs chimed in.“Yes.”“Do you recognize their faces?” Officer McCoy quizzed.“No, I don’t. They were both wearing hoodies and face masks. But I heard them calling each other ‘Mac’ and ‘Jim’ if that is of any help,” a resigned Van answered.“Possibly, but they could have also been using pseudo names. When you mentioned earlier that these strangers attacked you, can you elaborate what you meant by ‘attacked’ you?”“Well… this guy appeared out of nowhere from the front, and it caught me by surprise that I fell back. Then another guy came over to join him and they both got on top of me. I tried to escape, but they were too strong. And then…,” Van’s voice started shaking.“And then, what happened next?” Office McCoy interjected.“They… they… tried to force themselves on me, ordering me to give them blowjobs. I submitted to their demands for fear of my life. I sucked on one of them while the other fucked between my legs. They were getting violent and assaulted me like I was some blown-up sex doll for their fucking pleasure.”Both officers were getting hard in their trousers, hearing the sordid details. They could feel the gradual swelling as Van recounted that evening’s incident.“We beg to differ,” Officer Briggs countered sternly.“As we were arriving at the scene, the both of us saw the situation a little differently. It appeared that one of them was forcing something into your mouth to swallow, while the other was inserting another behind you,” inferred Officer McCoy.“You’re joking, right?” Van chuckled inconceivably.“We’re going to have to search you to verify and confirm our suspicion,” Officer McCoy stated as a matter-of-fact.“Are you serious?!” Van retorted. In a blink of an eye, Van’s world came to a complete pitch blackness. Her hands were pulled behind the back of the chair and handcuffed, forcing her torso to thrust forward, while her mouth was gagged over with a mouth gag. The next thing she knew, her legs were yanked and spread apart; cuffed to each side of its respective chair legs, reluctantly advancing her pelvic region to accommodate her new indecorous seating position.“Mmmpphhfff! Mmmpphhff!!!” incomprehensible noises came through as Van grunted.“Shhh…” a voice hushed into Van’s ear, “I think staying quiet will be your best option right now.”“Just relax and this will soon be over before you know it,” a second voice spoke. “We’re going to conduct a body search to make sure you’re not in possession of illegal drugs or smuggling any with you or in you, to make some quick money; considering your current unemployment status,” the first voice detailed.Wait… IN me? Van could not believe Escort Artvin what she was hearing. I’m obviously the victim here; why is there a need to do a body search? And what’s with the mouth gag?“It can get extremely uncomfortable for some suspects, so we’re putting a gag over your mouth, in case you start screaming and shouting. Now we don’t want to cause too much of an unnecessary disturbance than you already have, do we?” as if the officer read Van’s thoughts.Van felt a pair of hands from behind running through her long tresses to the back of her ears, fondling her earlobes as they slid down the nape of her neck, before moving to her shoulders. Simultaneously, another pair of hands began running from the small of Van’s cuffed ankles, up her silken calves, gliding along the back of her knees before running over and shifting to move up her pantyhose thighs.The concurrent actions at the top and bottom gave Van erotic shudders and goosebumps. She was getting disturbingly uneasy from the two pairs of hands moving in opposite directions, seemingly converging their search actions slow and steady toward her mid-section and crotch area. It was stirring her to arousal, just when her girl-penis had finally calmed down and then welled up between her legs once again, growing more turgid. She tried to shift her weight about her seat, but to no avail. Her tucked member was nudging against the flimsy nylon confinement, pressing into the back of her skirt and seat.“Find anything?” a third voice inquired.“Negative. Nothing found so far,” the officer searching Van’s lower body answered.“Keep searching and feeling for anything out of ordinary, a ‘lump’ or ‘bump’ that may well be tucked and hidden away,” the third voice asserted, certain of his investigative hunch.Both pairs of hands advanced, one pair higher up Van’s thighs, ten fingers spread out as wide as they could, sweeping their way progressively farther up until they disappeared underneath her skirt. It did not seem to bother the officer feeling her cum-soaked pantyhose legs. The other pair went lower, wide palms and fingers kneading and massaging her breasts like dough as they passed through her awkwardly thrust torso until they slipped inside the top of her skirt.Oh my gawd! Van’s heart skipped a few beats from the invasive hands probing their respective search area. Her tucked phallus was twitching intermittently against the back of the sudsy hosiery and the cushion seat with incited exhilaration.“Mmpphhff!!!” Van grunted through the mouth gag again, but it fell on deaf ears, as the officers were carrying out their duties with their fingers inching closer and closer to her pelvis and crotch.“I understand this is getting uncomfortable, ma’am, but bear with it for a while, and it’ll soon be over, I promise,” the third voice reassured Van.The build-up was snowballing, the pressure was getting stronger as her scrotum tightened from the flushing of blood and the sensational tingling on her pulsing cock. Van’s breathing grew heavier and more laboured as both pairs of hands ventured sideways towards her sensitive hip bones and inner thighs respectively. Her bulbous glans was oozing copious precum like a leaking dam under her foreskin, barely containing the mounting pressure before it would burst.

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