Amy's Mouth Gets Her in Trouble

Amy and Elana had a few hours to rest before the police came for them again. This time, there were multiple footsteps echoing as they approached. Amy was the first to wake up, rousing herself slowly, she stretched, not caring that it showed off her body. She winced for a moment, feeling the sensitivity of of her womanhood. Though, time had taken the edge off her arousal now, her body still echoed with the ghost of her denied climax, and her lower lips tingled with desire and want.

"Hey, " she said, "Elana, wake up. It's the fuzz."

"The what?" Elana said groggily, her eyes opening.

"The police." Amy said. "They've come back. Let's see what they have for us now, eh?"

A moment later, the cell door was opened and several officers stepped into the room. Leading them, the female officer that had tormented the two of them already. She looked from one to the other.

"Your time with us is over." She said.

One of the officers moved across the cell, unblocking the handcuffs that bound Elana in place. She shuddered with delight, free at last, and staggered for a few steps before stopping to rub her arms, trying to bring some life back into them. As for Amy, she could feel the officer's eyes on her body, most of them were male, and most of them were also aroused. She was sitting with her legs crossed, hiding the view to her lower self, but her chest was visible, the swell of her breasts naked and unadorned. The tattoo that ran across her shoulder even invited people to look her way.

"Amy, Elana." The female officer said. "You were told that you would be with us only briefly. Only long enough for us to arrange a buyer for your services. This has now happened. Someone has been found, and has paid for your presence. The two of you will now be transported to them, where you will do your best to service them in any way that they require of you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, mistress." Elana said, looking towards the officer. "I understand."

"I get it." Amy muttered. "How long are you going to keep treating us like this? We're people too, you know."

"Not until your debt is paid, you're not." The officer said, walking towards Elana. The short-haired woman glared at her right up until the officer was in front of her. The other woman ignored the glare, reaching down with one hand. Amy felt her fingers close around her left breast, the small stud that she wore through her nipple gently pressing into her skin. The rough feel of the officer's fingers made her gasp, not helped by her earlier arousal rushing back. Next, the officer reached down, rubbing her finger gently along Amy's lower lips, slowly and deliberately. Amy winced, and tried not to squirm, but it was very hard, the sensation was insidious and hard to ignore.

"Looks like someone didn't learn their lesson." The officer said. "So someone is going to be punished. Hey, Elana?"

"Y-yes mistress?" Elana said, eyeing Amy with concern. "What do you need?"

"Here, I want you to attach these to your girlfriend." The officer said. "Nice and tight. I was going to do it myself, but I think this will be better."

She turned to Elana, and handed her something. For a moment, the other woman looked at them, lying in the palm of her hand, then something seemed to click. She looked towards Amy, specifically towards her chest, and then her lower self.

"I see..." Elana said. "A-and if I don't do it...?"

"Then the two of you will be punished, and it will be done anyway."

Elana nodded. Moving towards Amy, she shot her an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, Amy." She said. "Please try not to move. I don't want to hurt you."

Amy took a deep breath, her girlfriend reached for her chest, gently running one hand along her left breast. The touch was soft, delicate. So unlike that of the female officer. It send a thrill running through the red-head, though she tried to suppress. Then, Elana's fingers closed around her nipple, now engorged slightly, and Amy felt Elana fumbling with something. For some reason, his felt deeply shameful to her, though that reason was probably all the policemen standing around watching.

Yeah.

That was probably it.

With a firm but gentle hand, Elana unscrewed the top of the barbell, and Amy felt her slowly guiding it out of her nipple. A moment later, Elana returned with a different kind of piercing. This one was a small hoop, like the sort that she herself had. Instantly, Amy realised what was going to be done to her. Elana guided the new piercing into place, locking it down once she had it in location, then, did the same to Amy's other breast. By now, Amy was trembling, her desire roaring in her ears. Elana sunk to her knees, her hands reaching out to spread Amy's lower lips. The other woman felt her throat go dry as Elana reached for her clitoral hood, performing the same procedure yet again. Then, she stood back, as if to admire her work. In a few minutes, she had changed Amy's piercings, going from barbells to small hoops, just like her own.

"Um..." She spluttered, her face red. "I hope you like it, Amy? Um...at least we match...?"

"Now, the punishment." The female officer moved Elana out of the way, there was a jingle, something clasped in her hand glinted of metal. It was a thin chain, with three connections. Amy knew where it was going. They all did. Poor Elana could only stand back and watch as the first hook was connected to her new nipple piercings, then the second. The officer tugged a few times, making Amy's breasts dance. The redhead grit her teeth, doing her best to ignore the humiliation. Now, only one connections remained, but this one did not go to the clit piercing as they both expected. Instead, the officer walked behind her. Amy froze as the police woman grabbed her arms, forcing them into position behind her back, and a pair of handcuffs latched into place, locking her there. Amy grunted in surprise and shock, then then grunted again when she felt the officer string the chain between her legs.

The chain was small, delicate, but potent when it pressed directly into her sex. The officer grinned nastily, drawing it tighter so that it sunk into the gap between her lower lips. Amy shook her head, trying to focus her mind, but the feeling of metal rubbing against her was hard to ignore. The officer hooked the chain into the handcuffs, wrapping it around them a few times so that Amy had no slack.

Then, she pushed her. Amy stumbled in surprise, moving several steps before she could catch herself. That motion was enough to make the chain rub against her pussy, the sensation made her weak at the knees, she gasped in surprise. The handcuffs kept it taut, and the motions of her body as she moved forced her to rub up against it. It also pulled down on her breasts, torturing her nipples via applied physics.

"What do you think, Elana?" The officer said. "Your girlfriend is about to have a very fun time. Or maybe not so fun? Either way, I hope she knows that if she climaxes, I'll be punishing you as well. How would you like to walk on your hands and knees through the station? Or give a blowjob to every officer you pass? Or even be used as a sex toy, fucked again and again while Amy here is forced to watch? All the while knowing that it's her faulty you're in this situation, because she couldn't control her own body."

"Bitch." Amy muttered, than snarled as the officer tugged on the chain, jerking her breasts forwards and making her knees go weak again.

"Anyway." The officer went on. "As I was saying, it's time to go."