In the days that followed, the routine was the same: wakeup, cavity search, interrogation, sex. I was completely dependent on Officer Xiong for everything from my meals to shower privileges. I felt as if I was living my life under his watchful eye.
Come to think of it, I was.
After one week in custody, I finally had the opportunity to speak with my family by telephone. Xiong listened to the entire conversation. I didn’t have a shred of privacy from the moment I was detained. Although the cavity searches did not get easier, I was conditioned to be ready for them as soon as he opened my cell door. As I stood bent over and legs spread, his fingers probing deep inside me, my feelings shifted between rage and lust. He had no right to violate me yet, I didn’t want him to stop.
One day, Xiong entered my cell as I was resting on my bed.
“Natalie, get up, I have something for you!” he said as he stood over me.
As I sat up, he tossed a pale blue dress at me.
“Here, put this on. I will take you outside for a walk.”
“Take me for a walk?! What was I? His pet?” I dare not ask him.
I put the dress on. It was too big for me and it hung from my body. Xiong cuffed my wrists in front of me, took my arm and led me away.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked nervously.
“Outside, fresh air and exercise- it would be good for you,” he said proudly.
He led me outside to an empty courtyard. It was the first time I had been outside in a week. I exhaled in relief as I felt the fresh air against my face. Xiong held my arm with one hand and carried a police baton in the other as we walked the perimeter of the small yard. The gentle breeze caused the dress to cling to my body. My nipples responded to the sensation.
“I am going to unchain you. If you do anything foolish, you will regret it,” Xiong warned as he un-cuffed my wrists.
He watched me suspiciously as I slowly put my hands to my side as to not startle him.
“You like the fresh air?” he asked.
“Yes, it feels very good,” I replied.
“If you behave, I will take you for walks every day. If you disobey, you will remain in your cell. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
“How long will I remain here? Who is working on my release? Can you tell me, please,” I asked timidly as I stared straight ahead.
“You will be here for some time. We must be thorough and that will take time.”
“Of course, I understand,” I replied as my spirit dropped.
As we were walking, he steered me to an alcove a few hundred feet away from the courtyard. He gently put my back against the concrete wall, but said nothing. He put the baton under my dress, sliding it between my legs. Instinctively, I pressed my bare pussy on it. He slowly rubbed it against my swollen clit.
“Mmmm,” I moaned.
I lifted my dress and I watched as he masturbated me with the stick. I could see the bulge in his pants growing as I was getting wet from the pleasurable sensation between my legs.
“Fuck it, your dirty girl,” Xiong growled.
I opened my legs as he gently guided the stick into my wet cunt. Xiong laughed as he slowly slid it deeper inside me.
“Oh yes,” I whispered, my pounding clit taking over my helpless body.
I held the stick between my legs and fucked it, much to his amusement. Xiong unzipped his pants and his hard cock sprung free.
“You keep doing that,” he said as he masturbated in front of me.
“Oh God, Xiong!” I whimpered, barely keeping my voice down.
“My pussy needs you,” I begged him as I grabbed my breasts while he fucked me with his stick.
I felt like his private slut, his personal whore and I loved every second of it.