First, Elana

Elana strained against her bonds, feeling the steel of the cuffs cutting into the skin around her wrists. The feeling of being bound in this was sent tingles racing up her spine, she pulled against the metal, but it held her in place. Locked her arms around her back, keeping her pinned to the column even as she tried to pull free. She felt confined, her arms locked behind her, she was helpless, anything could happen to her.

She took a deep breath, feeling the heat warming her face. The officer watched her for a moment, her stony eyes moving over Elana's naked body, resting on her chest, and them moving slowly down her waist towards the swelling of her womanhood. Elana felt the heat of those eyes, that gaze, the woman cared nothing about her, she realised. To her, Elana was just a ****, just something to be used. She felt a shudder race through her, not sure if it was delight or horror. She didn't have time to sit and think about it for long, the officer continued. She started towards Elana, moving smoothly, slowly. The red-head shivered as she felt the policewoman approach. The coldness of her gaze reflected against her naked body. Amy could only watch, sitting where she had been told. The tattooed woman kneeling, her eyes were wide with concern. Elana tried to smile, to reassure her that it was all okay, but her eyes kept darting back to the officer as she moved closer and closer.

The officer reached her, and Elana felt a cold hand gently stroking her skin. She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining that it was Amy. But the other woman was far from as gentle as Amy tended to be. Her skin felt rough as her fingers traced their way over her shoulder, then down her back. Elana felt the motion of her touch, her digits leaving trails of tingles as the officer's hand shifted towards her front. Her breasts were gripped, held firmly for a moment, the other woman's fingers pressing into her flesh, and then releasing it. Then, the officer took hold of her nipple, and Elana's back arched, gasping in sudden arousal as the other woman messaged it with a quick motion that made her skin scream. Then, her hand moved onto the piercing, taking hold of the metal ring and gently pulling it, drawing Elana's breast forwards. She strained, grunting as she felt it pull against it, extending as far as she could before she was locked in place by the cuffs. Elana realised that she was being **** to thrust her chest forwards, making it so the eye was drawn to her naked body the moment one caught sight of the cell. Still, the officer pulled. Elana's nipples lit up with fire, pain and pleasure mixing, she gasped, heaving for air as the torment continued. Amy watched, her face white, unable to do anything, she could merely watch.

After what seemed like an eternity, Elana felt the piercing go slack, she gasped, slumping over as far as she was able. But the torment had only just begun. A moment later, Elana felt a hand at her thigh, pushing gently but firmly, forcing her to open her legs. Elana considered refusing for a moment, but knew that she would get nothing from that, so, reluctantly, she did it, spreading her legs, Elana exposed her sex to the woman, and a moment later, her lower lips were brushed aside. Elana squeaked, feeling the woman's fingers close around her clit piercing. Sweat beaded her forehead now, and her arms strained, but could not escape the metal cuffs that bound her in place.

Slowly, the officer started to move the piecing. It was gentle at first and slow, but the motion were almost unbearable to Elana, she grunted, groaning as she tried to hold in the moans. Her body felt weak, each gentle tug or pull sent spears of shock racing through her lower self. She could feel her own juices staining her thighs, her clitoris becoming more and more engorged at the **** stimulation. The officer was slow and deliberate, never giving her a chance to rest or catch her breath. Elana's piercing was not a typical clit hood piercing. As she had noted herself earlier, it had been the result of someone wanting to give her maximum stimulation, and so was anchored directly to the clit itself. As a result, she had no shield at all, the smallest motion, vibration or tug was transmuted directly to her bud. She groaned, her hands twisting into fists, her legs shivering, trembling as they tried to support her weight. Rarely before had she felt so absolutely ****, with her folds spread. and her clit engorged, the piercing left absolutely nowhere for her to hide her shame. She felt it grinding against her skin, pressing into her clitoris, each motion impossible to escape or to ignore. Heat was building up between her legs, each touch sent waves crashing through her body. Still, the officer continued, building her slowly, but without a chance to rest or stop. She felt her mouth go dry, her heart beat racing. She gulped, trying to **** her throat to work. Her lower self was throbbing with desire, each touch of the piercing made her shudder with evil delight. she felt like a pinned insect, spread out and helpless, as the officer brought her closer and closer to the edge of her climax.

Suddenly, things changed. Elana's mouth opened in a silent gasp as the officer's fingers dug into her pussy, forcing through her entrance. The intrusion was unexpected, shocking. One moment, she'd been focused on the feeling of her clit, the next, she felt the other woman's fingers pressing inside of her. Her eyes widened, and she groaned in lust and denial, but by then, it was too late, the officer was working fast, her fingers grinding against Elana's pussy, making the read head throw her head back, her body slick with sweat. The officer was rough, not sparing a moment for Elana's sensitive lower self, thrusting into her, taking her, forcing her to comply. Elana gritted her teeth, the motion and friction driving her beyond the edge. She felt her body exploding with need, her limbs convulsing as her climax raced through her body.