Then, Amy

Elana hung by the chains around her wrists, the handcuffs securing her to the pillar. She was gasping, breathing heavily, her legs were shaking, her thighs stained with her own juices. The officer slowly raised her hand, as if inspecting it, her skin glistening with the moisture that Elana's pussy had dripped with.

"You climaxed?" The officer said, looking down at Elana. The long-haired redhead said nothing. Her eyes were pressed tightly closed. The posture of her body was almost intimate. With her arms wrapped around the pillar, her chest was forced outwards, her nipples were hardened by arousal, and the glinting metal of her piercings drew the eye fast, aided by the fact that the heaving of her gasping breathes made sure to direct the a viewer's gaze. She had half-collapsed, sliding downwards to sit with her legs splayed, her pussy dripping onto the cold floor of the cell.

Amy watched with mixed feelings. On one hand, she felt surging arousal, her heart beating fast, and her skin was warm. She was naked too, and could feel every inch of her body responding to the sight of her girlfriend in such a state of arousal. Elena had always been the one who liked to be tied up, mocked, humiliated. That kind of thing really turned her on, so to Amy, this sight wasn't as unusual as one might think. But she'd never seen it done by the hand of anyone but herself, and that thought made her heart skitter, a feeling of rage and helplessness rising up in her chest. She looked to the officer, to the woman who had done this, and felt her hands ball into fists. A tiny little sun of fury winked into existence, but she knew she could do nothing now. She knelt on the ground where she had been set, naked as her girlfriend, and equally helpless. Arousal and anger battled to be the dominant emotion in her soul.

"I asked you a question." The officer said, Elana yelped suddenly as the woman's hand slapped against her left breast, the sound was striking, her flesh turning red due to the stinging impact. Elana gasped, looking up at the woman, her eyes wide, full of humiliation and pain.

"When you are asked a question, you are to answer it, slave." The officer instructed her. "No matter how hard it is, understood?"

"Y-yes..." Elana said, her voice quivering. "I...I understand..."

"Good." The officer nodded. "Now, let me ask you again. You climaxed, didn't you?"

To Amy, it was perfectly obvious that Elana had climaxed. But that wasn't the point, she supposed. The point was for Elana to say it. To admit it. To confess that the abuse she had suffered had made her heart beat fast, that she had, on some level, enjoyed it. She saw Elana's face twist into an expression of mixed desire and horror, her submissive side battling with the side of her that wanted to preserve her dignity.

"Yes.." She said slowly, lowering her face for a moment as if in shame. "I did..."

"What did you do?"

"I climaxed." Elana said with a grimace, a helpless look going towards where Amy knelt. There were tears in her eyes, and yet, Amy could see that she was still aroused by this. "I came."

"Because of me? A total stranger? And right in front of your girlfriend too? You lost control of your body and climaxed, just like that?"

Elana looked down again, the expression in her eyes made Amy want to scream.

"Yes..." Elana whispered.

"Good." The officer replied, she reached down, grabbing hold of Elana's chin and forcing the woman to look up into her eyes. "Then you will do well as a slave. Because this is only the start of what you will have to endure. Your dignity, your name, your relationship... none of them matter anymore. None of them are worth a damn, do you understand me? All you are are things to be used. The two of you. Used together or used separately. Whatever happens, it's out of your hands."

Saying this, she turned aside, letting Elana catch her breath, the officer's eyes turned to where Amy still knelt. The short-haired woman glared at her, the two locked in a battle of wills for a moment. Then, the officer turned away, and Amy felt a surge of savage elation. But only for a moment, the officer turned to the box which contained the tools of their torment. Amy and Elana watched, both of their hearts beating as one. Her back to them, the officer spoke.

"As for you, Amy, I was wondering how to deal with you all the way to the station. Elana is a slave already. She loves her place here, it's that obvious. She was so quick to undress when we asked her, and so clearly loving the treatment she got on the way. But you are resistant. Defiant. You are going to take a lot more work. Frankly, you're going to take more work than I have time for before you are collected, but I can certainly make a start."

She turned around again, holding a toy in her hands. It was a long metal stick, with a sharp point at one end. There was a button down by the handle, which she depressed slightly. Instantly, the tip of the probe sparked, electricity lighting up for but a single moment. It was, however, enough. Amy felt a shiver run through her. Her body frozen, and her heart beat fast. Was it going to be used against her? She gulped, feeling nervous for the first time. She'd never felt anything like that. Had never indulged in electro-play. She wondered what it would feel like pressing against her skin, knowing that, at any moment, the button might be pushed? The anticipation would make her shiver and want to squirm. The touch of the thing would be like red hot iron. Not because it was painful, but because it was hard to predict. She imagined it roaming over her, her gently sliding over her breasts, the point tracing a line down her chest, her waist, and then between her legs. Amy breathed deeply, trying to control herself. The urge to squirm was rising in her now as she imagined the cold, metal rod gently nudging aside her folds, feeling it fill her up, knowing that at any moment, the button could be pressed, and pleasure would turn into pain.

Amy realised she was starting to become more aroused by the idea than she had expected. Her eyes widened, just slightly, a new side of herself revealed to her.

But the officer did not turn towards her. Instead, she turned towards where Elana was chained to the column. Amy felt her heart hammer, panic rising in her as the prod was gently placed against Elana's abdomen. Both women froze, the other staring at Amy for a moment, and then grinned.

"As I thought." She said. "You're very defiant and very stubborn. But you care about Elana too much to let her suffer for you. I could punish you all day, and it would mean nothing to you in the end. But if I make your girlfriend suffer for your defiance, suddenly you're a lot more concerned."

Amy grit her teeth, glaring at the officer. She balled her fists, and wanted to scream, to curse her. To rise up and fight. But the prod was placed directly on Elana's skin, and with the push of a button, her girlfriend would receive a sharp, short shock. Elana had frozen, her eyes wide.

The officer smirked, enjoying the sense of helplessness. Slowly, the prod started to move, tracing a path across Elana's silken skin, leaving a wake of slight red colouration due to the pressure, it traced a path upwards, moving towards Elana's chest. Amy could do nothing but watch, her heart beating in her throat. Elana squeaked, trying not to move or make a sound as the device was pressed slowly into her breast. Then, suddenly, it crackled. Elana jerked, crying out in surprise and pain as electrical energy rushed through her chest. Amy jumped as if she had been the one shocked, rising to her feet with a furious expression on her face.

"You bitch!" She snarled. "I'm going to-"

"Not so fast." The office said, gesturing against to Elana, who was now shaking, recovering from the shock. Now, the prod was directly over her nipple. Amy's face went pale.

"That was a warning." The officer said. "The next time you defy me, I'm going to shock her again. The time after that, I am moving this to between her legs. Do you understand me, slave?"

"Y-yes." Amy growled, helpless to do anything but agree. She shot Elana a look of quiet reassurance. "I understand..."

"Good." The officer said. "Why don't you show me that you understand? Sit down and spread your legs."

Amy clenched her fists, but she didn't have a choice. Slowly, reluctantly, she bent down, sitting on the cold ground of the cell. Her skin shivered, but she ignored that. She could feel both Elana and the officer looking at her, and she cursed her body for the arousal she was feeling. Slowly, she gripped her legs, forcing them as wide as they could go, letting both women see her pierced pussy. Her folds were engorged, her clit peaking slightly through. She felt heat in her face, knowing that they couldn't miss the signs of her attraction.

"You're wet." The officer said. "Are you enjoying this? Are you actually like Elana here, simply a slut who likes to be used?"

Amy burned with anger, both at the insult to herself and to Elana. She shook her head.

"No..." She said. "It's just a biological reaction."

"We'll see." The officer said. "Here is the task I have for you. I want you to masturbate, for the next, oh, fifteen minutes. And if you climax, I'll shock Elana. That is, for each time, understood?"

"Yes." Amy sighed. "I understand..."

"Then get started."

Amy scowled and cursed to herself, feeling like invisible chains were weighing her down. The weight of the moment pressed against her, and she could feel sweat beading her brow. But what choice did she have? One look at Elana and her predicament told her she had none at all. So she did as she was asked, as she had to do. She touched herself, stroking her breasts with one hand, feeling the hard, cold contact of her piercings. Her body was already warm, her desire already mounting. The cold of the room got even more keen, the tide of pleasure was suddenly harder and harder to ignore. She grit her teeth, biting her lower lip, her free hand moving to her folds. She hissed suddenly, the contact of her finger almost too much, her pussy was wet, soaked with her desire.

How the hell was she going to last fifteen minutes? But she had to. There was no choice. She could see Elana, hanging by her wrists around the column, the metal rod pressed against her right nipple. She was breathing heavily, fear or desire, or perhaps both. There was also lust in her eyes, and that made Amy all the more aware of her own state. The way her body shuddered with want, the desire that made each touch torture. It was one of the hardest things she had ever done to continue to stroke, fondle and play with herself without cumming. It took all of her self control, she felt like she was fighting her body. Her nerves screamed at her with every sadistic touch of her own fingers. Her nipples burned to be fondled and played with. Her pussy soaked her lower legs and hands. Before long, she was almost lost to the feeling, desire pounded in her head like drums. Still, she fought on. She resisted. She did her best to control her body. Even as her breathing grew ragged, even as her body started to rebel, wanton lust making her limbs tremble. Each movement was torture, every second an agony. her body screamed at her for release, and she denied it even though her face grew red with both shame and effort. Never before had she struggled so hard to control her own body. Before long, she was moaning, any hope of dignity forgotten. Her fingers elicited such sounds, squeals and gasps the likes of which Elana had never heard before.

But she didn't cum. She didn't let herself. Not even when the world twisted around her, not even when her body demanded that she do it. She didn't let herself climax even as it slowly became the most important thing in the world. The image of Elana with that thing pressed against her chest she held onto tightly, using it as a shield. But it could not last forever.

Slowly, inches, she was forced to drag herself to the very brink of climax. All the while, her legs were spread wide, so that both her tormentor and her girlfriend could see just how much this turned her on. But then, just when it finally seemed that she could do no more, an alarm beeped from the officer's watch.

"Ah." She said, looking towards where Amy sat in a puddle of her own juices. "It looks like you made it."

Amy gasped, not even daring to believe it for a moment. Sure that it was a trick.

"Still," the officer went on."It looks like you enjoyed yourself quite a bit, eh? Well, I hope you have taken my point, Amy. Things will be a lot easier for you in your new life if you just stop resisting and let people do whatever they want to. Otherwise, you're not the only one who will suffer."

So saying, she turned and left the cell. For a moment, Amy still didn't believe. Then , she sagged forwards, utterly exhausted.

But of course, the night was not over for either of them.