Sunday
Morning
Georgia had no more
than discovered that she was outside of the building when she saw the long
limousine pull up to the curb in front of her.
The same driver got out and helped the two women back to the vehicle and
aided them to get inside. He made no
offer to release them from their bonds and they did not ask. They were just grateful to be done with
whatever Luther had in mind for them.
Nor did they concern themselves with whether anyone could see their
nakedness. After what they had gone
through the previous night, it just did not seem important to them. Both women were exhausted from the night
before and Georgia dozed off during the short drive back to her sister's
house. She was deep in slumber when
rough hands began to shake her.
Georgia slowly opened
her eyes and shook her head to clear it.
Because of the stiff collar around her neck,
it was difficult to look left or right and she wondered where she was.
"I said, get out
of the car, bitch." And again those
rough hands began to tug at her harness.
"I don't know
who the fuck you are but you may notice that I do not have a lot of control
over my motion. If you will just help me
turn my legs out of the door perhaps we will have more success in accomplishing
what you want."
As he turned her to
face him she now realized that he was a police officer or, at least, was wearing the uniform. The one small kindness he showed her was to
make sure her head did not hit the top of the car as he roughly pulled her to
her feet. He then spun her around and
shoved her against the car and began running his hands over her body as if he
was frisking her for a weapon.
"I doubt that is
necessary. Surely you can see I don't
have any place to hide a weapon and with my hands trussed up behind my back I
couldn't use one if I had it."
"You have the
right to remain silent and I suggest you do so.
I am not going to take any lip from a whore that is exposing herself in
public. Now I am going to take you down
to the station and book you on charges of public indecency and lewd and
lascivious behavior." And then he
continued with the Miranda warning before roughly inserting her into the
backseat of his police cruiser.
"Don't you think
you ought to cover my breasts so that I don't expose myself to any more of the public?" Georgia asked.
"I guess you
should have thought about that when you got into that getup." And he started the car and began to drive
away from the parked limo.
It only took a few
minutes until the car again stopped and Georgia was roughly pulled
outside. She could see an assortment of
police vehicles so she figured they had arrived at the station. She was dragged inside and past the booking
desk and through the main bullpen where a dozen officers, both male, and female watched her with lust in their
eyes. Catcalls came from every section
of the room and Georgia knew her cheeks were burning with humiliation. Fortunately,
soon she was seated in an interrogation room, which seemed to be out of the
main line of sight although Georgia had watched enough television to know that the mirror was really an
observation window. But at least, she did not have to see the pervert's
eyes.
She had no way of
telling time but it seemed like hours before the door opened and a female
detective walked in and sat down across from her. "So it looks like you are going to be
charged with sexual deviant behavior. Is
there anything you would like to tell me before I send you down to be booked
and processed?"
"Yes, I would
like a lawyer before I make any kind of a statement. And I would like to be released from these
locks."
"I really don't
see what I can do about the locks unless of course you can tell me where you
are keeping the keys. As for the lawyer,
do you have one of your own or do you want a public defender?"
"I do not retain
a lawyer and have no idea who I would call so I guess the public defender route
is the way to go. As for the keys to
these locks, I never had them and I am sure you can tell that I could not have
gotten into this outfit on my own.
However, I bet you do have bolt cutters somewhere on the premises."
"Well, yes but
from what you just told me, you don't own these locks so you can't really give
permission for them to be destroyed. So
I guess until we can sort out the proper ownership of said locks you will have
to stay as you are."
"Isn't it going
to be a little hard to fingerprint me with my hands locked behind my
back?"
"You may have a
point. I guess I need to talk with
someone a little higher up the food chain." And with that,
she got up and left Georgia sitting alone again.
Georgia closed her
eyes. She would have put her head down
on the table but because of the corset and collar that was not possible. Even so she did manage to doze off for a few minutes. And again she was awakened by a hand on her
shoulder. "So I hear you need a
lawyer." A familiar voice started.
"Well, well,
Luther. I guess I should have figured
out that you were behind this farce. So
tell me what have you done with Amara and what do I have to do to get out of
here?"
"Amara is
fine. In
fact, I believe she is back home wondering what has become of you. As for you getting out of this farce as you
call it, I guess you could plead guilty to public obscenity. You probably wouldn't get more than a few
months in county jail, a thousand hours of community service and have to
register as a sex offender. How does
that sound to you?"
"How does my
boot shoved up your ass sound to you, Luther?"
"Hmm, usually I
am on the giving end of such treatment, not the receiving end. No, I don't think that I would like
that? I guess your other alternative
would be to willingly sign your life over to me and I could just wave this
whole thing away. Do you agree?"
"I have just
about had enough of this bullshit. I
want this outfit off of me immediately."
And just like that
Georgia was no longer restrained. But
she was now completely naked and still inside the interrogation room at the
police station. "You see how easy
that was. Your wish is my command. Should I call the detective in? I think she can figure out how to fingerprint
you now."
"Why don't you
conjure up some normal clothes for me to wear and then we can get to hell out
of here?"
"As you wish my
lady." And clothes did appear on
the table in front of Georgia.
Georgia picked up the
blouse and held it to the light. It was
so sheer that even in a semi-dark room her breasts would be totally visible to
anyone looking her way. Next she looked
at the skirt and noticed that it was so short that her ass would hang out even
if she were standing straight up. And
the shoes provided had six-inch thick soles and 12-inch heels. "I said normal clothes, asshole!"
"Those are
normal clothes for me. At least, they are the kind of clothes that I
want to see you in. And there is no
reason for you to be hostile. I am just
trying to be helpful. Maybe you could do
better. Give it a try."
Georgia looked at
Luther like he had two heads and then she thought of what she wanted to wear
and pictured it in her mind. And just
like that, the clothes were all laid out
in front of her. Since that worked so
well she pictured herself dressed in the clothes and without using anything
more than her mind she was dressed in a flannel shirt, blue jeans and boots
with a three-inch heel.
"Boring!" Luther exclaimed.
Georgia laughed to
herself. If all she had to do was think
of what she wanted why not just think about her being back at Amara's place,
which she did.
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