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After some time, the car slowed down near massive gates. A guard with a submachine gun, who came out to check the pass, looked into the car and, seeing Vika's sprawled body, exchanged a meaningful glance with her escorts. His interest in the woman was far greater than in the presented documents. Finally, the gates swung open and the car drove into the courtyard.
— Slow down," Victor said to his partner. The car stopped. "Let her get dressed; they won't understand us if we lead her naked through the department.
Moving to the back seat, he freed Vika's legs and unlocked the handcuffs on her hands.
— Get dressed,
quickly!" Victor ordered.The men got out of the car and lit cigarettes. Vika, sobbing and fumbling with her hands over the seat, began to get dressed. Her hands were trembling, and she couldn't fasten the garter belt clasps. When everything was on, Victor flung open the door and pulled the girl out of the car.
— Lie on the hood, spread your legs, hands behind your back!" he commanded.
Vika complied with his order and again felt the cold steel of handcuffs on her hands. Taking the girl by the elbows, the men led her into the building.
They had to walk for quite a long time. They passed through a long corridor, then a large hall with many desks. Police officers bustled everywhere, some in uniform, some in civilian suits. Vika felt their undressing gazes on her; apparently, she was not the first woman to be led through here in handcuffs.
— Where are you taking such a doll?" one of them asked.
— We'll put her in solitary for a couple of days for now," Victor replied.
— Then take her straight to the lower room, and don't forget to call me," said the first with a chuckle that made Vika's heart clench.
— That's where we're taking her.
Indeed, Vika was led down a staircase going somewhere below. Near one of the doors, Victor paused.
— Wait, let's get the guys," he said to his partner. "Face to the wall!" — this was already addressed to Vika. The sergeant roughly pressed Vika against the wall, adding pressure with his own body. Vika felt the cold of the basement stone with her chest and stomach, and it echoed with fear through every fiber of her soul and body. The escort's hands landed on her buttocks, then crept under her dress. She tried to pull away, but the escort, thrusting his knee between her legs, pressed the girl against the wall even harder.
Soon the door opened, and three more men came out with Victor. Accompanied by them, Vika was led into the adjacent room. Several ordinary chairs stood along the walls; there were no windows at all. In the center, under a large lamp with a reflector, was a larger chair. Vika was led and seated on it. The men positioned themselves around her.
— Your face still shows bewilderment about the reasons for your arrest," Victor began. "Don't pretend. We both know perfectly well that you are guilty. And yet, you do not want to make a voluntary confession of your criminal actions. You may regret this. If you continue to be stubborn, we will have to resort to more severe measures. No, if you thought about torture, that's not it. How could we possibly subject such a charming girl to torment! Especially from men. That's somehow not gentlemanly. Although, on the other hand: we, in general, wouldn't mind having a little fun with a lovely girl. As they say, to amuse ourselves with her at our own discretion. So, anything is possible. But what I can promise you 100 percent in case of your stubbornness is psychological influence, or rather psychophysiological. You are sitting now, confident in your innocence, I would even say with a certain sense of pride and arrogance. But what will remain of these feelings soon when we put you through certain procedures. You can guess which ones. This is very easy to do because you are a woman, and we are men. Now we will remove your handcuffs, and then we will start by removing all your outer clothing and see what you become in your underwear in our presence. This is a typical interrogation method. Undressing is done to suppress the will and demoralize the interrogated. You will have to lose your sense of independence for a while, because a set of measures will be applied to you to make you aware of your subordination and helplessness. Moreover, nothing will prevent us from using means to restrict your mobility, simply by tying you up in the position necessary for interrogation. You will be very ashamed, but from shame, you won't even be able to cover your reddened face with your hands. As a rule, after such procedures, women's hair stands on end, they have a desire for it all to end quickly, for them to be untied and dressed, because being in the company of men in such unflattering positions and, to put it mildly, not fully dressed, has a very strong psychological impact. So, do you continue to be stubborn? Well. You asked for it yourself. Tie her to the chair," Victor ordered.
Vika felt the handcuffs being removed from her wrists, but only to bind them again. The procedure was performed by two men unfamiliar to her; the others only watched without participating. One of the men, bringing Vika's hands behind her back, held them together, while the other wrapped them with rope. Then a piece of cord was used to bind her elbows together. The tied wrists were attached to the top of the chair back, causing Vika's body to lean forward. Then a rope was fastened around her waist to prevent her from sliding forward. Then they moved to her legs. One of the men lifted the hem of her dress, exposing her stocking-clad knees, while the other wrapped them several times with rope. Her ankles, on the contrary, were spread as far apart as possible and tied to the front legs of the chair, each to its own side. After this, Vika's mouth was gagged.
Having finished this procedure, the men stepped away from the woman, still not lowering the hem of her dress. Vika sat under the gaze of five men, her head bowed, the curls of her long hair hanging down, covering her face. Therefore, she only raised her head when she saw the flash of a camera and realized she had been photographed. Indeed, Victor had a camera in his hands. The men approached Vika again and began retying her into a new position. Her wrists were lowered behind the chair back down, her knees and ankles were untied. Then her legs were spread wide apart, her ankles were brought back and tied to the rear legs of the chair. The dress hem was lifted particularly high this time.
Victor took a few more shots, one from the side, where the lace tops of her stockings were clearly visible. Another from the front, capturing the inner surfaces of her spread thighs and her crotch, covered by panties.
— Excellent, now tie her tighter, guys. And you can have a little fun," Victor commanded again.
This time, Vika was tied tightly and thoroughly. The upper part of her body was tied to the chair back with a long rope, passed and crossed several times under her breasts, then over them, around her waist, and behind her back. After tying the last knot, one of the men unbuttoned the buttons on Vika's blouse. Then he stretched the blouse under the ropes in different directions, partially exposing Vika's breasts, constrained by her bra. Firmly grabbing her hair, he forced the woman to keep her head straight while Victor photographed her.
— Done, now her legs in close-up," Victor ordered.
The men, lifting Vika's legs under the knees, pulled them up to her chest and, spreading them somewhat apart, tied them to her body. Victor took a few more shots.
— All right, you can release her," he said.
Vika was untied. For some time, she continued to sit, rubbing her slightly numb wrists.
— Maybe you'll let me go now? After all, I didn't do anything," she said with some hope.
— I repeat," said Victor, "you are under arrest and will be placed in a pretrial detention cell. These photographs will be attached to the case. Of course, we could have taken photographs of your usual appearance, but now you are once again convinced that we will do whatever we want with you. Of course, I repeat, if you continue to persist in your silence.
— But I really didn't take anything," Vika pleaded again.
— You are inimitable in your stubbornness," Victor laughed. "Alright." — Victor paused. "Strip her completely, guys. We'll have a little fun with her.
These words cut through Vika with icy horror, but what followed was even worse, when all the men began to undress her. To get rid of their hands, she was ready to undress in front of them herself, but they, getting in each other's way, hastily unbuttoned all the buttons on her underwear, the garter clasps, and removed item after item from her.
Soon Vika was left in only her shoes, surrounded by five men. She covered her face with her palms in shame and immediately felt herself being shoved to the side from a push. Not letting the woman fall, someone else's hands caught her naked body, turned her around, and shoved her back. Over the next few minutes, Vika was thrown like a rubber doll from one pair of hands to another. Men's faces flashed before her eyes, her head spun, lustful hands grabbed different parts of her body...
Utterly exhausted, she felt her knees buckle, the cold floor on which she was laid, the bodies of men leaning over her, then felt her arms being forced behind her head and her legs spread apart...
They asked Vika nothing more. They released her after a few days. She didn't count them, just as she didn't count the number of men she had received...