Amy and Elana are Delivered

The officer made them march back out through the cell block. For Amy, it was difficult, to say the least. Each step made the chain rub against the inside of her pussy, the interlocked metal strands pleasuring her with every motion. Her arms were secured firmly, and her nipples were being pulled by the same chain, creating a sense of tension which kept the contraption taut. Her own juices leaked around her lower lips, dripping down onto the floor as she walked. Her body felt hot. The torture she had endured before combining with her current predicament. Even a few steps was enough to make her rather hot under the collar, the constant back and forth motion of the chain as she walked gave her no rest or release.

She tried to walk slowly, longer strides only made it rub against her all the more, but it was hard, and she could feel the eyes of every officer on her as they passed. Elana was in the lead, but Elana was not handcuffed, merely forced to follow the officers. Everyone knew that Amy had done something, that she was being punished.

Each step was harder than the last. She grit her teeth so as not to moan, her head pounding with lust. Her lower self was throbbing, the rubbing of the chain enough to get her off if she let it. But she dared not. The officer's threats against Elana sounded all too real, and even if Elana might enjoy it, Amy certainly wouldn't. The idea of her girlfriend being used like a toy, forced to perform or fuck people for her failings? It made her sick.

Waves of pleasure radiated from her pussy. They made her hot, made her breathing rapid and short. She controlled herself, forced her lungs to expand and contract, tried to master her biology. Between waves, she mused that she had never known she had such control over her own body. even so, it was hard. Harder than she had ever thought. As she walked through corridors, she could feel eyes turning to regard her. Amy had never been a woman ashamed of her body, but this was new. People turned and looked, seeing her naked pussy, her breasts, the piercings tugging them with each step. The motion was sharp and short, and each time it happened, her breath caught in her throat, and she nearly stumbled. That in itself was bad, though, because when she stumbled, the chain would dig deeper into her folds, and she would freeze up, almost crashing to her knees. She moaned a few times, and she could see Elana looking to her with sympathy, but her girlfriend was not allowed to help her, nor was she allowed to even speak to her. The two women were guided through the police station, to the car part outside once more. The wind was cold, whipping against her naked body, and her breasts in particular.

The two of them were guided towards a truck, where the back door was slowly opened. Amy felt like they were being treated as cattle, herded towards the truck, but she could do nothing but plod onwards, one foot in front of the other, trying her best not to climax even as her pussy throbbed and burned with desire. She was gasping, sweating, her hands clenched behind her back when they finally made it up into the truck.

Inside the truck, Amy saw what new torture awaited them. There were no seats. Instead, there were handcuffs that hung from the ceiling, one to each side of the carriage. And positioned between the cuffs, jutting from the floor, there was a shaft of polished metal tipped with rubber. There were restraints for their legs as well, which would hold them spreadeagle, , their arms and legs jutting to the side.

Elana was the first one to be set into place. The officer moved her towards the right side of the truck, taking her hands and locking them into position. Then, they made her spread her legs, cuffing those into place as well. Finally, and with a certain amount of sadistic enjoyment, the female officer took hold of the metal phallus, and pressed Elana down upon it. The long-haired woman gasped, arching her back as she felt it penetrate her body, she twisted her head, as if to deny it, but the officer simply continued to force it into her.

Elana's pussy dripped on the floor, the woman flushed red, but she had no way to shield herself now. A moment later, it was Amy's turn, she was guided to the other side, her hands were released, the chain which had teased her so was taken away. But only for a moment before she was bound again, her legs and arms spread. She looked down at the metal rod which would soon find its way into her pussy, the officer leaned down for a moment, adjusting it, and then started to slide it into her body. Amy groaned, unable to help herself, her lower body tingled, desire rushing through her. She had been teased so much, it was so hard to control herself, she realised she was having to resist the urge to grind against it, but she refused, her defiance rising to allow her to resist even now. She would not cum in front of these bastards. Not after everything that they had done.

Once both women were secured, someone got into the truck, and started to drive. That was when Amy realised the true extent of the situations. The vibrations which came from driving the truck were transmuted along the metal skeleton, carried to the devices which now impaled the two of them. She grimaced, but she was already in a very bad state, and the motion was transmuted directly to her pussy. She gasped, tried to hold it in, but it was too much for her. The engine thrummed, the metal dildo vibrated, forcing her to endure it, making a mockery of her attempts to ignore it. Amy arched her back, fighting with all her will not to climax, but she could feel it pushing closer and closer. Her toes curled, her hands balled, her face was red with effort. She could feel her heart hammering, hammering away in her chest.

"H-hey Amy..." Elana said, her voice breaking the short haired woman's focus. Amy looked up, seeing Elana was also red-faced, her pussy dripping. She was biting her lower lip, fighting against her own body. The sight did not help her, Elana was sexy, and always had been. The last thing she needed when trying not to be overcome was the sight of her girlfriend aroused and about to climax.

"Yeah?" Amy grunted. "I..ah, ah! I'm a bit busy here, 'Lana."

"You can cum, you know..." Elana said, her face red. "No one is here but the two of us. You're fighting so hard, but I can see you're suffering. There's no one else around. And...and they're going to do more to us when we arrive anyway. It's just the two of us, and you don't need to hide from me. Don't you want to cum, even a little?"

"I don't...." Amy grunted. "I mean, it's not..."

"You don't want to let them win, right?" Elana said. "But they're gonna make you cum anyway. Why not do it now, with just me, and then you'll have a better chance to resist later?"

"I..." Amy took a deep breath, trying to fight her body, but she was pushed to the very limit, her nerves strained. Pleasure raced through her at the slightest motion of the truck. Elana's words were true, she knew. She would be made to cum anyway. But she didn't want them to win. She didn't want to climax. Looking into the eyes of her lover, though, she realised that she didn't really have a choice, did she?

For just the moment, it was the two of them. Amy took a deep breath, and forced herself to let go. Instantly, the climax rose, taking her as soon as she lowered her guard. Amy threw back her head, her mouth opened, but she didn't make a sound. Her eyes were wide, and her whole body shuddered, the dildo continued to ravage her pussy, driving itself into her deeper and deeper with each motion. She shuddered, and shook, the climax soaking the ground under her.

When it was done, she hung, limp and exhausted, gasping for air.

But it was not over. The trip to their new owner was a long one, and both women would cum several more times before it was done.