Part 19
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The two riot cops pinched and squeezed Gemma's small breasts. "We'll see you after your interrogation tomorrow, then, you lucky little bitch, assuming there's anything left of you.. Don't go running away, will ya? We haven't finished with you, not by a long way!" She heard their coarse laughter receding along with their footsteps as they left.
"Fuck, I thought those arseholes would never leave," said one of the Prison Officers, as they pushed the helpless girl across the room to an open locker. "Your cell, cunt twenty-six!" He pulled up the chain that hung down like a tail behind her, passing it up between her bound arms and over the rail near the top of the open locker, before pulling it down and passing it under her handcuffs. Then he pulled it up once more, forcing Gemma's arms painfully high up behind her back, and passed the chain a second time over the rail.
She whimpered quietly as she was pushed sideways into the confined space, feeling the cold metal walls pressing against her breasts and buttocks. The chain between her ankles rattled over the steel sill and she stubbed her toe on a hard heavy object lying on the floor. "Stand up on the brick, there's a good girl," the guard growled, kicking her ankles a couple of times. She managed to get one foot on the brick, then the other; it was too small for both of her feet to stand flat on its surface. The guard pulled the chain tighter; Gemma could hear it click-clicking as it slipped over the rail above her, and she felt it slowly tightening around her waist, pulling the butt-plug and dildo deeper into her body, and twisting her arms ever further up behind her shoulder-blades, until she was forced up on to her tip-toes. What little slack this gained was immediately taken up with a final heave that almost pulled her off her feet, as one guard brutally pulled down the end of the chain, and the other padlocked it to the ring at the top of Gemma's hood.
The two guards, sweating from their efforts, stood back to admire their captive, as she hung in her chains, only her toes touching the top of the brick, her legs already trembling with the effort. She panted shallowly through the hood's tiny nostril-holes. The hood's built-in gag was forcing its way into the back of her throat, and she felt like her arms were being twisted off, while the chain around her waist was so tight it felt like she was being sawn in half.
"Get some rest, little anarchist cunt!" one of the guards sneered, "you've got a busy day tomorrow, and you had better be co-operative, if you know what's good for you!"
The metallic slam of the steel door was deafening, even through the leather hood, and Gemma heard the rattle of a padlock securing it shut. As she was left alone in darkness and fear, tightly bound, naked and helpless, she wondered if she would ever see daylight again.
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that's all I've got, for now, I think I'd better call that "End of Book One")
Author's note: this work was deleted from my DeviantArt gallery after an entirely false accusation that it constituted some form of "hate-speech against law-enforcement officers". The accuser pretended to be representing a law-enforcement interest group, which was also a lie. In any case, this work is not appearing in my gallery at the moment, and may not be copied, shared or posted anywhere without my express permission. The same disclaimers apply as to all my work. Thank you.
how can I refuse a request like that? 
Seriously. I’ve been giving a lot of thought to a continuation, so watch this space I guess 
