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You have a ring-side view, as both of the men addressed shake their heads, a triumphant smirk spreading across your face. When one suggests the intel might have been bad, or their breach was premature. He's greeted with a scowl, and and a muttered growl that you read as too close to the truth.
They don't know what you look like... -errr- how you looked.
You feel your arm taken, as you're effortlessly lifted to your feet. The bimbo nurse carers, lead from the room. The officers clearly more concerned with you walking away, rather than escaping.
Your bodies ensure you aren't free to slip away, the idea of being unobserved rather unlikely given how much you feel your body jiggle. Another flaw in your plan surfaces, as you feel the teasing caresses from virtually everyone you pass. The accidentally butt brush, or the one who has to squeeze past you in the narrowest part of the hallway.
You find it's the predatory female officer that takes you, that scares you the most. Everyone, literally, treats you all as less than human. A piece of meat to be enjoyed... a crime you rather enjoyed yourself, from the other side. Your sisters seem to be enjoying the attention, giggling and leaning in to the touches.
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