Julia takes a trip to the slammer.

"Hey, Officer," Julia called as the 'uniformed' slut came strutting out of the gas station with a trickle of whiteness running down one fishnet-clad leg, "why did you pull me over, anyway?" She frowned. "And where are those snacks?"

"Well first of all, this," she punctuated her reply by by reaching down and hooking two fingers into Julia's exposed slit, "while hot as fuck, is definitely indecent exposure." Julia's eyes fluttered and her legs almost folded up under her as the cop hammered away, the telltale schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick of a newly-minted nympho MILF succumbing to an experienced younger bitch filling her ears and telling her that she was going to do whatever she was told. "And about the snacks, don't worry," the younger woman growled, licking the side of Julia's neck, "your mouth's gonna be plenty full once we get you down to the station. Now, you have the right to remain soaked. Any weakness of your body can and will be mercilessly exploited. You have the right to all the cock and pussy you can handle, and once we've found your limit, we'll bust so far past it you'll go insane."

Julia's eyes rolled back in her head as her first orgasm - her first real orgasm as the new her - hit with the **** of a speeding mack truck, but the cop's fingers just kept right on going. schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick Her vision whited out. schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick Her world shrink down to her ravaged, overwhelmed pussy. schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick She didn't remember being led by her throbbing, aching vag to the cop's cruiser. schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick She barely felt herself being **** down into the passenger seat or the delicious bite of the standard-issue restraint harness pinning her body down. schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick She distantly heard the policewoman speaking to someone over the radio, too distracted by those relentless fingers and the feeling of the harness squeezing her breasts. schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick They sped through the streets, faster and faster and faster and faster and cumming and cumming and cumming cummingcummingcumming! schlick-schlick-schlick-schlicks-chlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick

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"...over the goddamn windshield, so that'll need a wipe-down."

"#_--~+?"

"Yeah, she kept snapping her fingers all the way here. Not the weirdest tic, but with tits like hers I'd have bet she'd have been all over those puppies whenever she came."

"}_%e's coming around."

"So she is. Alright slut, naptime's over."

Julia was dragged out of the car on shaking legs, her head swimming but just about coherent. Stumbling and staggering as the cop pulled her along by the two pumping fingers still hooked into her pussy, she made no complaint as she was led into the station. The officer manning the front desk leered at her, twirling a set of handcuffs around her finger. The blonde's standard-issue leotard was unzipped almost to her navel, her rigid nipples clearly visible through the white material of her bikini-top bra. "Nice catch," she complimented the woman leading Julia in, "what's she in for?"

"Public indecency, speeding and acting like she's more than just a hot piece of ass," the arresting officer replied curtly, clearly not seeing anything unusual about the last charge.

"Hmm, got a lot of sluts thinking they've got some sorta right to go unfucked lately," the blonde mused, before shrugging, "just toss her in the cells until she learns her place." She then stood up and mounted the desk, squatting down and opening her legs as she licked her lips at Julia. "See you when I finish my shift, cutie..."

Julia was led past the front desk and further into the station, down corridor after corridor and past door after door. From behind every one came the sounds of women frantically masturbating, scissoring, licking pussies or bouncing on cocks. Julia felt the last dregs of her will to resist slipping away as her mind conjured up images of hot bitches getting their holes stuffed. Eventually, they reached the check-in desk of the cell block, where another blonde officer, stripped down to her underwear, was pounding away with a fat strap-on at a thighboot- and fishnet-clad woman dolled up like a whore.

"Got another one for the cells," Julia's captor sighed, tugging her forwards, "if it's not too much trouble." The other officer ignored her and continued to slam into her slut's pussy, the prisoner's eyes fluttering closed as her mouth opened in a low, blissful moan. Julia stared at those soft, glossy lips for what seemed like an eternity, mind whirling with thoughts of how they would look wrapped around a girthy prick or pressed against a juicy twat in a loving kiss. The woman's sweet moans rang out over and over again, each one affirming her submission to the woman that had her bent over the desk.

With one last tug of her bitch's hair, the officer slammed into that hot, dripping pussy with a thrust so savage that it propelled the prisoner up onto the desk, where she shivered and twitched her way through an orgasm so intense she couldn't even scream. "Heh, won't be forgetting her place in a hurry," she smirked, and punctuated her remark with a slap to her victim's ass. "Just get her set up down there, we'll get her signed in when she's a little more..." both officers looked at the insensate blonde sprawled out on the desk, "...compliant."

Julia wasn't sure if she was struck dumb by fear or holding back the 'spank me mommy' that fizzed and bubbled on the tip of her tongue. Either way, she stayed silent as the cop escorting her pulled her fingers from her pussy and ever-so-slowly sucked them clean, one by one. Seizing a handful of Julia's phat white-girl ass in a firm, knee-weakening grip, the cop guided her into the cell block. Only two of them were open-fronted, the others concealed behind doors that muffled sounds that conjured images of slutty subs squirming in stocks and tied on tables. A fat drop of girlcum fell from Julia's pussy and splattered on the floor as she found her gaze drawn to one of the cages.

"Gawd," a raven-haired cop crooned as she watched the one visible prisoner whine and whimper around the shaft prodding against her lips, "betcha wish this was more than just a nightstick, huh? Betcha wish it was a big... thick... hard... cock." The prisoner nodded frantically, drool running down her chin and into her cleavage as she spit-shined the cop's nightstick. "Mmm... wish I had a cock. A monster girl-cock to fuck all you sluts. None of this 'I'm not a whore, I'm an executive'," she whined in an exaggerated falsetto, "or 'I've got a husband and kids, I'm not some slut' bullshit, just a bunch of open, honest cumdumpsters who bend over for their betters.

"I'd getcha so cock-stuffed, so cum-drenched, so goddamn fuck-drunk, you'd never pretend to be something you're not ever again." Julia barely noticed that they were staring into each other's eyes - or rather, that the cop was staring into her prisoner's eyes, and that those eyes were glazed and vacant. "You like that idea," the cop asked, chuckling as her victim nodded sloppily, "you like that a lot..."

"Hey!"

Julia's attention was torn away from the... from the hypno-cop, and towards the other cell, where two big bouncy bubble butts awaited her. Wait, she thought, her mind as sticky as molasses, what? She blinked, and looked again at the two cops hotdogging cell bars between their gorgeous perfect asses. No, between that juicy jiggly junk in their trunks. No, they didn't have beautiful bounteous badonkadonks, they had lovely tasty-looking booties- Whatever they had, Julia **** herself to stop thinking directly about them and how nicely they swallowed up their uniform shorts.

"You got another toy for us," the blonde asked hopefully, eyes flashing with desire behind her shades.

"Yeah, c'mon," her partner crooned, licking her lips hungrily, "the last one broke ages ago."

Oh my god, Julia thought, her heart racing as her eyes drifted back down to settle on the pair's delicious divine derrières, did- did I do all this? Did I make these gorgeous, sultry, powerful, domineering... Her train of thought slipped its rails for an instant as she beheld the pair of perfect PAWGs, before she **** herself back to reality. She knew, intellectually, that she could undo this with a snap of her fingers. She could retake control of her world. But intellect was in short supply in Julia's lust-soaked, domme-addled brain. I... I gotta...