Kat v Hagen

On this choice Saturday evening Kat had simply wanted to go out and have a little fun with her friends. So, in her usual routine she told her father and her guards, that were always in her way and annoying, not to mention incompetent, that she would be going to bed for the night. Then in her room she’d change into a little black tube dress with spaghetti straps. Her strappy black heels in hand she’d open her second story window and climb out landing on the soft manicured lawn of their estate. She’d dash across the wet grass to the gate where, just when the guards weren’t looking, she’d slip out and into her friends car she had waiting down the street. When they had gotten to the club the girls usually slipped right in without waiting in line but today someone new was working the door and he had a real stick up his ass. He asked for her ID which she didn’t bring along and so even though she was a regular he turned her away. Her temper came out and she had a few choice words for him, and her friends left her. Some friends. So, currently she was walking her merry ass home her heels beginning to hurt her feet. Just when she thought this night couldn’t suck any worse a pair of red and blue lights pulled up beside her.
Officer Hagen steps out from the shadow of the alley, shining his flashlight at the huffy-looking girl, momentarily blinding her as the harsh beams of light stab at her eyes and lights up her figure in the dark, empty street corner. It had been a hell of a week. Just a parade of shit calls, all building on top of each other. He had been just under twenty minutes to the end of his shift and this goddamn week when this call came in, and of COURSE he was up to take it. He was pissed, and in no mood for any shit, and here was this stupid girl, vaguely fitting the description he'd been given, standing in his path. "You. Stay where you are and get your hands where I can see them." His voice had and unmistakable veneer of authority, it was just under the surface of an almost bored frustration.
She huffily stomped her foot and turned around only to squint and raise one hand to shield her eyes from the light. Hearing the order her bottom lip went out slightly in a pout and she cocked her hip to the side sassily. She left one hand up shielding her eyes but the other stayed down at her side. “Oh good grief what’s this about now?” She was indeed rather huffy and not in the mood to put up with anymore. She’d simply tell him who her father was and threaten that if he did not leave her alone that he would either be dead by the weekend or his entire career would go down in flames if she wanted it to. First, however, she wanted to see what she was being stopped for curiosity killed the cat, or Kat as it were.
Officer Hagen was still just a vague silhouette of a man behind the spotlight, but even so it was possible to see his posture shift and get more aggressive, his hand going down to his belt. "I said get your hands up, NOW. You want to tell me what you're doing out this late, on your own, dressed like that, in a part of town known for prostitution?" Hagen was no longer bored, and his frustration was turning into anger.
As his ire rose so did hers. She’d put her other hand up now in the sassiest way she possibly could. In the cattiest voice she could muster with a slight tone of anger and annoyance behind it she raised her voice back at him, “No Sir, actually I really don’t want to explain any of this shitty night to you! I’m trying to get home! How dare you call me a prostitute! You’re going to lose your badge for that!” She certainly wasn’t afraid of his gun as she walked closer to him hands still up in surrender trying to get a better look at him.
Officer Hagen took a yellow chunk of plastic out of his belt and pointed it forward, the tip passing the flashlight becoming clearly visible, the unmistakable yellow-and-black warning stripes on the business end of a taser. "I told you to STAY WHERE YOU WERE. You take ONE MORE goddamn step and I'm going to tase you and arrest you for disorderly conduct. I am in NO MOOD for any stuck up bullshit." He thumbed the safety of the taser off, the red dot of the laser sight dancing around the front of her dress. His voice stayed steady with the calm kind of anger now, controlled and focused, but still red hot. "Turn around and put your hands on the wall. Now."

She took this much more seriously than the gun and halted where she was. Her green eyes gave him an icy cold glare as she took a deep breath and reluctantly moved to place her hands against the bricks. She grumbled under her breath, “For that I’ll make sure you lose fingers if I don’t remove them my damned self.” She turned slightly to look over her shoulder, “Do you even know who you’re dealing with right now? My last name is Vasiliki. If you really want to play this game my father will have your badge and maybe your life by the weekend if I want him to. So, it would be terribly wise of you to let me go on my merry way.” She shook her head a bit when she spoke and her long brunette hair fell in waves down her back.
Officer Hagen turned the flashlight off, letting the dim glow of the streetlights illuminate the scene as he quickly stepped behind her, grabbing the back of her neck with a hard grip, turning her head to the bricks forcefully. "Face forward." His free hand went down to her hip, resting on her waistline. He didn't lower his voice at all as he barked into her ear, ignoring her threats and replying with commands, unfazed by the name drop. "Take a step back and spread your legs. Where do you keep your ID in that thing?"
She tensed up when he grabbed her neck, “Ow! Get your grubby paws off me!” This man wasn’t fooling around whatsoever it would seem, “Excuse you?! Did you misunderstand what I just said to you?” She’d reach back with one hand trying to pry his very uncomfortable fingers from her delicate neck. She spoke through gritted teeth, “Unfortunately I forgot the damned thing and that’s why I’m out here with a jerk like you!” She wasn’t quite scared yet but she was starting to have concerns that this could end poorly for her.
Officer Hagen grabbed her wrist as she went for his fingers, giving him all that he needed. Almost effortlessly, he controlled her arm, twisting it up behind her back. "You really want to play like that? Fine." He took his handcuffs out of his belt, snapping the first cold steel cuff around her slender wrist. "You're under arrest. Still want to act like a tough girl?" He reached forward, grabbing her other arm and yanking it behind her, ratcheting the second cuff around it, locking her hands behind her back. "Fucking trying to give me orders. You'd better start acting right or this is going to get a lot worse for you."
She winced and cried out as her arm was twisted behind her, “H-hey!!” She sounded like a kid who was being treated unfairly, “Who on God’s green earth has you on their pay roll if you’re not afraid of my father?” She tried to yank herself out of his grip, “I didn’t do anything to you and I wanna go HOME!!” She’d stomp her heel down frustrated at the unfortunate string of events. “I just went out to have a little fun forgot my ID and I was walking home. Let me go, Sir.” If he was under the thumb of some rival crime syndicate she was in big trouble or worse if he was just the wrong kind of cop she was in more trouble.
Officer Hagen grabbed the handcuffs and pushed them upwards towards the small of her back, a painful compliance hold which was maybe unnecessary, but the point needed to be made. He grabbed her arm with his other hand, yanking her off of the wall. "Shut the FUCK up. I'm sick of you already." He marched her down the alley towards his cruiser, just a bit faster than she'd be comfortable going in those heels, again ignorning her threats, letting them fall onto empty air. She really was going to make this easy for him; maybe this week could be saved after all. He reached his cruiser, holding his prisoner in place against the back it. "I don't know what makes you think you can act like that to the police, but I'm happy to show you otherwise." He pushed up on the handcuffs again, forcing her arms up, her elbows agonizingly straining against themselves. "I'm going to tell you again, and this time you're going to shut up and listen, or you're going to get hurt again. Spread your legs."

She winced as her muscles and joints strained with the way he grabbed her, “Ow! Fuck you!” She hissed. The whole way he was marching her back to the car she tried not to trip and stumbled several times, as he drug her along practically she tried desperately to rip herself free of his grip, “Stop!” Her voice went up a pitch and she started to sound a little panicked, “Just take me ho- Oouch!! Quit!!” She was interrupted as she was pushed against the back of the cruiser and her arms were wrenched again. She immediately obeyed standing with her feet shoulder width apart it felt rather embarrassing.
Officer Hagen let up on his grip, just enough for her arms to be controlled without hurting too much, a reward, however slight, for her quick obedience. His free hand went to work immediately, running his fingers around her waistline, slowing down slightly as he checked her backside. "You fight me like that again, you're going to get a lot worse than some sore elbows, you understand? Hold still. Don't squirm." His control of her arms stays firm as he slides his hand up her torso, feeling the thin satin of the black dress over her flat stomach, up and down her ribcage, finally to her chest. He traces the shape of her bra with his fingers, finally cupping each breast just a little harder than needed for a pat-down.
She was relieved when her arms weren’t being wrenched as hard anymore. As his hands began to roam over the soft warm curves of her body her face turned bright red. She did indeed squirm trying to get away from his roaming and prodding hands. She jumped a little as his hands found her ample and soft pale breasts. “You are a fucking disgusting pervert!” With her last word and him close enough to grab her breast she threw her head back as hard as she could to break his nose. “Fuck you!!!”
Officer Hagen nimbly jerks his head sideways out of the way of her wild headbutt, taking his hand off of her breast and returning it to the back of her neck, bending her over at the waist and roughly slamming her down onto the back of the car, holding her face down on the hard steel, once again grabbing her cuffs and forcing her arms back up into the air, this time her shoulders burning as the muscles pulled against the sockets. "Are you really this fucking STUPID? Don't answer. I'm sick of your bitching." He kept his hold on her arms, having enough leverage forcing her down to let go of her face and open the rear passenger door of the cruiser. "Are you going to get in the car or am I going to have to PUT you in the car?"
She was so mad she had missed his stupid face. Her body was lithe and petite so it was not difficult to hold her down. Her face was smushed with an “ompf” she wasn’t going down without a fight now, fuck this guy. Her soft bouncy breasts were also smushed against the hard cold metal so hard they hurt too. Though she was in heels when he wrenched her arms she rose up on her tippy toes and cried out in pain, this inadvertently put her bottom up in the air. She hissed back in response to his question, “Get wrecked!” She tried to bring her heel up into his groin to get him to fuck off.
Officer Hagen kicks her heel out from under her, taking away whatever balance she had, brutally forcing her harder in to the cold metal. He scoffs at her as he tugs up on the handcuffs, yaking her up off of the care before wordlessly shoving her into the backseat, putting his hand on her head and roughly her into the care, slamming the door shut and locking her in, cutting off whatever protests she may have started. He glares at her through the window, taking his phone out and quckly snapping a picture of her before walking in front of the car, leaving her alone. The silence in the soundproof back cage of his car made everything seem more distant and slow and she gets her first good look at him without blinding lights or being forced to move. He's got a full ten inches on her, even with her power heels, and his muscular figure was obvious, even through his jet-black uniform. Other than that, he was almost remarkable in his unremarkableness. A very average looking white male, not particularity ugly, but not especially handsome. He did have a presence, though. An air of authority, not just from the uniform, but from the demand in his tone of voice and how he moved. He grabs his radio from his shoulder, talking into it, working with his cell phone, occasionally glancing, expression unreadable, at his captive in his cage. Finally, after an agonizing several minutes, he opens the driver's side door gets in, slams the door shut and drives off. He glowers at her from the rear view mirror as he drives before finally, after getting on the open road, opening the partition and letting her hear again, if only so he can talk at her.
20:54Officer Hagen: "Alright Katarina, here's what's happening. You’re under arrest. You’re getting locked up tonight, and there’s not a single thing you can do or say that’s going to change that. I don't know how you think things work around here, but your daddy's not coming to save you. He pays us, and we allow him to do business. Vasilikis don't get to talk to us the way you were. As it is, your dad's on thin ice with his bullshit. What do you think he's going to say if he finds out you jepardized his arrangement he has with us by being a dumb bitch? I don't think you want to find out. And I don't want to deal with any more of your bullshit, but I need the arrest for my numbers, and you pissed me off. So here's the deal. Right now I'm arreting you for disorderly conduct. That's a misdemeanor. That's all that goes on your record, it can be swept away. Nobody has to find out. So if that's all you want to be charged with, if you want your daddy kept in the dark, you're going to cut the shit, drop the attitude, and do as you're told. You keep up the bullshit? I'll charge you with resisting arrest, assault on an officer, making terroristic threats, and, hell, failure to carry identification. That's felonies. That means that even if you make bail, your daddy knows everything, and he's not going to be able to get you out of it even if he wanted to. Not going against US. So you can either spend a couple days in jail being a good girl and have a family and a life after, or you can spend years in prison and come out with nothing. Don't say a goddamn word. Just nod if you understand."

She was thrown off as he kicked her feet out from under her. A moment later she tumbled into the back seat of the car and was about to scream a bunch of profanities at him but was met with the door being slammed on her. She’d wiggle her way up to sit properly and finally eye him up and down, “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.” She muttered under her breath how was she supposed to get out of this one? She couldn’t fight him off why’d she try? She felt so stupid sitting in the back of the car while his authoritative voice sounded outside the car barely under audibility. Tonight, had been an absolute shipwreck and she was on the verge of tears, her dad was going to be so mad at her for this. When he finally got back in, she made it a point to look out the window away from him. As he laid in to her and told her what was going to happen a little tear welled up in her eye and rolled down her cheek. She’d nod in response and then lay down on the seat and curl up. A little while later she’d speak in a quiet voice, “Look Mister, I just wanted to go home. I’m sorry.”
Officer Hagen takes a left, towards the outskirts of town instead of a right downtown where the police station is. "I don't care what you want. You cut the shit, you'll go home soon enough." He pulls into the driveway of a building in a mostly empty industrial park, waiting for two uniformed officers to open the security gate of the large fence surrounding it. As he drives in, you pass the only identifying mark of the building, a sign reading 'CITY POLICE AUXILIARY BOOKING'. "First step is addressing me properly. From now on you refer to me or any other office as 'Sir' or 'Officer'. Understand?"

As the vehicle slowed, she’d sit up and read the sign as it passed. Why wasn’t it central booking or something? She wondered as she twisted her wrists in the cuffs, they were beginning to hurt her arms sitting in the back like this. She didn’t respond to what he said about calling him Sir or Officer she just glared and sneered shaking her head snarkily and mocking him a bit. She’d roll her eyes and sigh heavily, “You probably love this part of your job picking on little girls out in the streets at night. What part of that makes you an Officer?” She knew she should stop but the chance to take a jab at him was too good to resist.
Officer Hagen pulls into a garage marked INTAKE, connected to the main building and parks in the cold concrete room as the garage door loudly closes behind the car. "You don't look so little to me. Innocent girls don't take swings at cops. You brought this on yourself." He gets out, striding around the cruiser and opens the rear passenger door,reaching in to grab her arm and pull her out of the car, but not before landing a hard, sharp slap across her cheek, where the tears had started to run her eyeliner. "Now listen close, you fucking brat. I'm not tolerating any disrespect while you're in MY custody. You WILL behave for as long as you're a prisoner, it's just a matter of how much you're going to get hurt before you do. You're in here. That's not changing. The only thing that's up in the air is how long. And I'm going to make that decision based on how you conduct yourself. You need to learn to respect the police. If I'm convinced you've learned that after a day or so, you get to go home in a day or so. If you convince me it's going to take years, you're going in a cage for years." His hand goes to her throat as he forces her on her feet, eyes up at him. "Now tell me you understand. And address me properly when you do."
She scoffed, “Shows what you know.” She grumbled and went back to looking out the window. When he’d reach in to grab her she’d back away from him slightly only to catch a powerful hand across the face. She let out a little cry but looked more dazed than anything. She was now easy to pull out of the car as she gathered her bearings about her she stumbled on her feet leaning against him slightly. She’d blink rapidly and try to squirm away as his hand found her throat tears welled up and spilled out of her eyes again. “I-I understand, Sir!” She choked out frantically. Her heart thundered in her chest and on instinct she tried to squirm away from the much larger man.
Officer Hagen grabbed her arm again, pulling her along. He felt her weakly struggling in his tight grip as he walked her across the grey concrete garage, once again just a little too fast for her to walk comfortably; any little thing to keep her off-balance. "The way you're squirming, it doesn't seem like you understand. Stop resisting me, now." He takes her up the ramp to the door to the main building, then pushes an intercom button, speaking into a small box on the wall. "It's Hagen. Prisoner drop-off for processing." The box buzzes, and the door unlocks. He opens it, prodding his prisoner forward past the guard, who closes it behind them, a mechanical lock audibly and loudly slamming shut behind them. "Now shut up. From now on, you don't speak unless you're spoken to." He felt the girl's fear in his hands as he took her into the station, hoping the weight of her situation might begin to hit her. She was at least smart enoguh for that, despite everything else. The room inside looked pretty much like what someone who'd never been in any real trouble before would expect a police station to look like from TV and movies. There was a large desk in front, ostensibly for a receptionist, but was currently unoccupied. Behind it, in the center of the the main room were eight detective desks in rows of four. He nods to the one of the desk officers as he marches her past him. There are some snickers around the room, but mostly quiet, and quick glances her way. "Is this the arrest you put on the horn, Hagen?" "Yeah." "You gonna need a female officer?" "Nah. I'll take her myself."
When he told her to she’d stop squirming against him but she still shook a little as he had really frightened her. She even responded with a quiet, “Yes, Sir.” She jumped and flinched at the sound of the lock. She suddenly felt ill and more frightened, when he told her not to speak again she whispered back, “Yes, Sir.” As she was marched past the other Officer she kept her head down looking at her toes. She’d back away from the other officer a bit hiding behind Hagen. She knew she was in trouble now and that acting up again she would catch a large hand to the dome and she was still reeling from the last one.
Officer Hagen pulls her away quickly, marching her along by the arm, only letting her get a brief look at the rest of the station. There were only three men working, besides the uniforms. One of the detectives gives her a look up and down, hiding a grin, but the other two ignore her. Behind the desks, on the far wall, is a heavy steel security door, currently closed and, you assume, locked. There are two regular wooden doors staggered on both the left and right walls, and it's the first of these doors on the right that Hagen is moving his prisoner towards, feeling her resistance melt away as her posture becomes passive in his arms. "See? Not so hard to behave. If you'd acted like this from the beginning, this wouldn't be happening to you." He pushes her inside the room as a uniformed officer opens it. It's a medium sized room, lit by harsh fluorescent lights and featureless except for a window sized mirror on the right wall, a small table and cabinet on the left, and a height chart painted in black and white on the far wall. He walks her across the room and presses her chest first against the chart, a little bit sharply, enough to briefly knock the breath out of her, a reminder that he can still hurt her if he needs to. "Are you ready to get out of those handcuffs for a while? Think you can handle behaving without the restraints, show me you know how to not act like a shithead?"
She tried to keep track of all the doors and possible exits as they walked and she shied away from the officer that smiled at her like that making her skin crawl. She had an urge to tell him that he started it by being so aggressive first but thought better of it. She walked across the room with him only to have her chest painfully crushed against the cinder block wall, “Ooof!” She winced a little and caught her breath. How was she being a shithead he was the one being an absolute ass. She’d look over his shoulder and glare at him and whisper under her breath, “Not as much a shithead as you….Sir.” She did not squirm or struggle against the cuffs or him anymore but she couldn’t help being a little mouthy.
Officer Hagen reached into his belt for the handcuff key. If he'd heard what she'd muttered, he didn't let on. "When thee come off, you're going to put your hands behind your head, with your fingers interlaced, and then you're not going to move until I tell you to." He put his hand at the back of her neck, once again forcefully turning her head forward. "Face forward, prisoner. Kiss the wall until I tell you to do otherwise." He reached down, quickly unlocking the handcuffs and putting them back into his belt, crossing to the other side of the room, keeping his eyes on his prisoner.
As her wrists were finally free she rubbed them a little where the metal had dug into her soft skin. Then she would put them behind her head and do as he asked. She’d face the wall wincing as he grabbed her neck again. His strong fingers were going to leave marks if he kept doing that certainly on her arms from being drug around like a sack of potatoes. She sighed heavily resting her forehead against the wall and closing her eyes. After a few moments she turned her head to barely peak behind her to look for him it made her feel very vulnerable not knowing exactly where he was.
Officer Hagen watches intently as the girl obeys, putting her hands where he ordered her to. Getting better. He opens the cupboard and begins pulling out equipment, glancing back her way just in time to catch her peeking back. "Eyes FRONT, prisoner." His voice boomed through the small room, almost echoing straight through her. "That's the LAST time I'm repeating an order. You keep fucking up after this and it's going to start costing you." He glared at her, hand ominously going to his night stick, until she meekly turned her head back to the wall, and he went back to the equipment, the KLANK KNANK of it being set up now the only thing breaking up the uncomfortable silence that Hagen lets drag out for what seems like eternity, until finally breaking it to bark a command again. "Okay, prisoner. Turn around and face me."
Her whole body jumped when he yelled, and she was sure to be obedient. She swallowed hard trying not to think about him and that night stick. Looking at the wall though she tried to listen and figure out what in God’s name he was doing back there. The late hour was beginning to wear on her, and she was quite exhausted. However, when he spoke to her she turned around abruptly to look at him and what he had been doing her arms slowly falling to her sides. As she turned her perky bottom bounced. Then when her hands fell her tits bounced just a little.