There were no windows, or door slats, a small mercy in itself, though the cameras positioned in a semi-circle around Yulia, together with the hidden lenses serving their own voyeuristic purposes, made complete mockery of any supposed privacy. Is that true Miss Jelic?”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” was her terse response. “You are looking so well Miss Jelic, even if in your case it will be a temporary condition.”
“Huh, what do you mean …”
“I mean, Miss Jelic that you are under arrest.”
Yulia’s shocked surprise was paramount obviating the opportunity to object. “Don’t move,” instructed Olga with stern intonation, as her fingers slid around Yulia’s ass-hole, deeper and then shallower. Can she be trusted any longer?”
The younger, less senior officer stood to attention. Except that right now she had committed no crime, at least not one that anyone could possibly know about … could they? Yulia had to force herself not to moan from the discomfort as Olga’s fingers grazed her inner walls, clearing making a show of it for the camera. Then the pressure subsided, and she was left gasping and spitting; a good deal of the water had poured down her throat and she still felt as if she were choking; it was several seconds before she could take even the shallowest of breaths.
