One last gasp of resistance? Nah!

I gotta... I gotta get rid of this... Fuck!

Snap!

There was a quick, wet sound like a massive dildo being stuffed into a soaking pussy and suddenly, where once there had been two delectable dommes, there was only one. So why do I still feel so, so...

"Get that slut in here, you can kiss my boots when you're not on the clock," the caged cop ordered Julia's escort, lowering her shades to flash a pair of eyes that seemed to look right into the depths of Julia's soul.

"Y-Yes, Mommy- I mean- Um- Yes, Ma'am!" The traffic cop, who'd seemed so confident and dominant when taking Julia in, practically fled from the cell block as a blushing, stammering mess. Julia felt her knees buckle as the cop's smoky stare drilled into her, the dark brown eyes seeming to swallow her whole, and couldn't do more than gaze lovingly up at her Mistress as she crawled into the cell on her hands and knees. "You're a Bad Bitch, aren't you? Yeah you are," Julia's Mistress answered for her, "you're a real Bad Bitch, getting locked up in here. You're a Bad Bitch and you're gonna get what you deserve. But first..."

Julia's Mistress stepped backwards until she hit the cell's solitary bed and then, with impossible grace, slipped her legs up onto it. "...tell me all the bad, bad things you've done, you Bad Bitch." Julia shuddered, stammered and then, before she could stop herself, spilled everything like she wanted to spill her pussy juices all over her Mistress's perfect lips. Her Mistress raised an eyebrow as the sins she'd committed ever since she became Julia, from converting her husband into more firm assmeat to corrupting the very concept of the police until they did nothing but hunt down women who didn't know their proper place in the world and break them into horny, shameless sluts.

"...a-and I can prove it, too," Julia gasped, steeling herself to give up her position as sole arbiter of reality to please the cop currently sucking and nibbling on one arm of her sunglasses.

Snap!

The cop bit her lip and moaned. "Oooh, I felt that," she purred, "now-" Snap! "-gimme-" Snap! "-some-" Snap! "-proof! Huh?" The woman blinked and looked around, her eyes slowly widening as it finally filtered through to her brain that every snap had caused her to change position in the cell, from the bed to the floor to outside to the bed again - and, more importantly, that she could remember them all. "Oh," she remarked, momentarily lost for words, "oh damn, that's..." She looked at Julia in her open-crotched motorcycle leathers and grinned as her natural perversion reasserted itself. "Well, I'm convinced you can do something with those clicks of yours," she cocked her hips to one side, "but I'm gonna need something a little bigger before I start believing that you made all of this." Julia bit her lip and nodded as the, for lack of a better term, supercop's orders drilled deep into her psyche and unloaded a hot, sticky compulsion to obey inside of it.

Snap!

"Oh, fuck! Gawd, that's... Holy shit!" The officer's teeth clenched as a string of fat, humming balls abruptly appeared inside of her asshole, stretching her walls and sending tingles of pleasure shooting up her spine. Snap went Julia's fingers, and a TV that hadn't been mounted on the wall burst to life, tuned in to the afternoon news. Snap went Julia's fingers, and the anchors went from a pair of homey local women to a pair of bombshells who tore at their clothes as they bounced on the dildos affixed to their seats.

Snap went Julia's fingers, and the TV vanished as the entire room surged outwards to become the interior of a smoky-aired, dimly-lit strip club, every inch just dripping with shameless, casual sleaze. Snap went Julia's fingers, and the pair of them were back in the cell, the supercop - still as dominant as every in Julia's mind, despite her demonstrated helplessness to resist the MILF's powers - panting and licking her lips. "You're such a Bad Bitch," she practically growled, the two words pulling the ropes of authority and sexual dominance that she was tying around Julia's mind a little tighter with every repetition, "fucking with reality like that. Lucky for you, I love Bad Bitches. I only accept Bad Bitches at my precinct, because only Bad Bitches know how to put the sluts we have to deal with in their place."

Julia's head swam, her vision spinning as a hot, sizzling feeling began to build inside of her; she felt like a real Bad Bitch - the Baddest Bitch, in fact, save for maybe this swaggering, arrogant babe who seemed able to push her train of thought around so effortlessly. She didn't belong in a cell, she belonged out there with her fellow Bad Bitches! Her fingers twitched, not towards snapping her fingers and escaping, but to mime sinking into the meat of a phat ass or a pair of huge tits. Gawd, she thought to herself, I can't... Nngh! She had to do something, but she couldn't work out what; her fantasies of dominant, prowling cougardom mingled with the power she'd accidentally given the cops here in her chain-orgasming haze. She had to... had to... She had to put the sluts she and her fellow Bad Bitch officers dealt with in their place! The Chief grinned wickedly, feeling another change wash over her as Julia's fingers couldn't help but snap.

"That help you get your head screwed on straight, rookie? Good, now head back up and find your partner, your first patrol starts in five minutes."

"Yes, Ma'am!"