Calico got pinched for being a street walker, but that is the least of her worries once Sister Dee gets her down to the interrogation room. A quick cavity search reveals a small bag of narcotics tucked inside her twat. That little sack raises a whole new set of questions for Calico to answer. She is quite the fighter, but that does her more harm than good. If she had given up the information fast Sister Dee may have let her go. As it is she waited too long. By the time she starts naming names Dee is far more interested in her interrogation than the answers it reveals. The johns on the street have nothing on Dee. The degradation Calico experiences on a daily basis will not even compare to what she is going to get now. They have never fucked her pussy with an electrified probe. And they never make her cum until she cries. PD comes to visit her between her questionings. He is not nearly as interested in her drugs, but much more concerned with her work. If she had no problem wetting the cocks of countless men before, one more should not bother her too much. He and Sister Dee will leave her cum soaked and used up, but at least it is better than prison.

Calico has a unique talent. When she is getting tickled she can manage to squeal, scream and whimper all at once. Sister Dee and PD are going to work her like a tag team and see what other sounds they can get from their little instruments. They even put a cone around her head to help with the acoustics. When the concert is over they have to tend to their bitch. They take her outside then feed her some puppy treats, before caging her for the night. The only time they get her up in the night is to make her a receptacle for whichever bodily fluids PD wants to release at the time.