Hanna's punishment

Hanna sat in a small room at the police station. Her hands had been uncuffed, and then she'd been left alone. She tapped the table she was sitting at, wondering what she should do now. She was pretty sure she hadn't actually done anything illegal. They were probably just trying to scare her, and they'd let her go.

She smiled to herself, that just wouldn't do.

It made sense to her that there would be a problem. An overwhelmingly female population that basically needs men to get off? Of course there would be desperate women harassing men for a fuck. It would even make sense if such an act became illegal.

Before they could let her go, she summoned the rulebook. First she was going to make some changes about prostitution in general, and then about her current 'crime'.

Canada

Old Rule: Prostitution is legal but violence against prostitutes is not permitted except for consensual encounters.

Old Rule: Human trafficking is not permitted.

There, Hanna didn't see any reason why it should be illegal to buy or sell sex. She knew that detractors often cited violence or human trafficking as reasons why not, so she just waved those away. And now that she was here under false pretenses, time to make some up.

Old Rule: It is illegal for women to harass men into having sex. Women accused of harassing men are not permitted a trial and may be punished either by the arresting police officer or their delegate. The police involved may create any punishment they believe is suitable for the crime.

She looked down at the page and nodded to herself. That seemed good...but something was still missing.

Then she had it.

Old rule: All police stations have holding cells with glass window where anyone from the street can look in at them. These cells are used for low-risk female prisoners.

New rule: Clothes are prohibited for non police officers within police station holding cells. To prevent damage to the glass, non-police officers must be restrained while inside the cell.

As soon as she set the pencil down, reality shifted. Since she'd made it an old rule, she'd always been put in a cell with a window. She glanced over and saw people walking by, occasionally stopping to get a look at her.

Then the door burst open, the officer who had arrested her was there, "I'm sorry, I only just realized we were supposed to take your clothes."

"My clothes?" Hanna pretended to be shocked.

"Yes. You need to strip immediately. Don't make me force you." The officer said.

"Yes officer." Hanna stripped out of the dress and handed it over.

"Good. Now I need to restrain you." The officer quickly cuffed Hanna to the table again, "It won't be much longer now. I've delegated my authority to the sergeant. He'll be in soon to issue your punishment."

"Thank you Ma'am." Hanna smiled.

Hanna smiled as she waited.

The officer didn't leave, so Hanna decided to strike up a conversation, "So...do you like being a police officer?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. I love it." The woman said.

"The force is still male dominated, is it? Do you get fucked a lot?" Hanna asked with a smile.

The woman's eyes went wide, then she shook her head, "Yes it is. But no, I don't mix work and pleasure. I am a professional, not a whore like you."

Hanna grinned now, "But that would be a nice perk? Wouldn't it? Let me think...aha. I've got just the thing. One moment please."

Hanna summoned the rulebook. With her hands cuffed it wasn't easy, but she still could write. The officer didn't stop her, the previous rule preventing her from caring about the rulebook.

Old Rule: Female police officer uniforms are extremely slutty and must include short skirts

Old Rule: Male police officers are expected to fuck their female coworkers and give them permission to cum as a perk of working for the force. The women must consent to it, but it is considered normal and legal for police officers to fuck anywhere and anytime.

Instantly the woman's uniform changed. Hanna nodded approvingly. Of course the woman herself didn't seem to notice the change.

After a while the door opened and a man walked in. He was in uniform too, although his was much more traditional. "Good work Evans. I love coming up with punishments for women who harass men. Would you like a reward fuck?"

"Oh really? Yes sir!" The female officer said.

The man stepped behind her and pulled up her skirt. He wasn't no time in dropping his trousers and revealing his huge dick. Hanna smiled. He must have PENIS. He slid into the woman easily and started pounding away from behind, just inches away from Hanna. Hanna felt a twinge of jealousy and felt herself flush. She wished she could trade places with that woman. Well, she could. Very easily. But she resisted the temptation to use the rulebook for that.

After the woman had come half a dozen times, the man finally did, holding himself deep within her as he emptied his balls. He finally pulled back and dressed himself, then looked at Hanna for the first time. He shook his head, "You make me sick. Men just want to go about their lives, they don't want women like you begging for dick all the time."

"But of-"

"Enough. I don't want to hear your excuses. Do you think because you are attractive you can get away with it? Well you can't. That poor man told us all about how you wouldn't leave him alone. I'm afraid I'm really going to have to throw the book at you."

Hanna gulped, "Y-yes sir."

The sergeant nodded, "I'm putting you in chastity. Officer Evans here will be your parole officer. She'll hold the key, and she'll decided when you get out of it. See that it's done officer." Then he turned to leave.

"Wait! No. Anything but that! Please! I'm so horny! I'll do anything! I'll suck your dick, I'll fuck you!" Hanna begged.

The sergeant stopped and turned around, "You really are sick, you know that? Not only are you guilty are harassing that poor man, but now you've gone and harassed me too," He glanced at the female officer, "Add cuffs and thigh bands too. Make sure she's learned her lesson before you release her."

Then he was gone. Hanna stared at the door, wondering if she could really go through with it. Well...she had to. She had no choice. The rule said the sergeant could come up with a punishment. To avoid it now would mean...would mean what? Was it even possible to override it? Would she need a man to solve her problem no matter what?

She was numb as the officer fetched the equipment and dressed her. She didn't resist. Minutes later it was done. Her sex was locked away. No man could help her now. She would not be cumming any time soon.

"But...I can't even get dressed like this!" Hanna complained, tugged at the wrist cuffs which were connected by a small thin chain to her belt, "I have a job!"

"I guess you'll need to wear something strapless then, won't you?" The officer said, "I'm afraid the dress you came in with has been lost. Real sorry 'bout that. Anyway, you're free to go. I'll be in touch."

Hanna sighed, then nodded, "Yes officer. I understand."

Naked, chained and covered in cum? It was utterly humiliating. She walked out of the police station and immediately felt the eyes on her. Her pussy was drenched. She'd never been more turned on. This was torture, and it was only going to get worse for her. How perfect, she smiled and started to make her way home.