To the Police Station

The cold air outside was like a slap on the face for Elana as she was **** out of the door of the shop. Her body shuddered, and then shivered, blood racing to her face as she felt the cold embrace of the wind. The tarmac beneath her feet dug slightly into her soles, and she pulled her hands in close to her chest, trying to shield her core from the cold.

"None of that." The female officer said. "Slaves aren't allowed to shield their bodies, everyone should be able to see you."

Reluctantly, Elana let her hands fall to her sides, exposing her chest. A moment later, Amy followed as well, the two women standing outside of their home in the early hours of the morning. The officers opened the door of the car, allowing them to step inside. Elana took one last look back at the home that they had had before this, and then ducked in. The leather seat stuck against her skin, and the seat belt made her fidget as she was strapped in. Amy was put on the other side, and the two officers took the front seats. A moment later, the car was pulling away, taking them from the life that they had known to something different and new.

The journey to the police station was swift, but not without tension. Neither of the woman said anything, both sure that they would be punished if they did. But Elana could not help but wonder what would happen to them once they arrived, She had left her rules vague on purpose, intending to surprise herself as much as Amy. Now, she wondered if it had been a good idea. In spite of the fact that she still had control, she felt helpless, naked in a car with strangers, heading to an unknown location with her equally nude girlfriend. The motion of the car, combined with her own arousal, sent vibrations rolling through her body, conducted via the medium of the ring that she wore on her clit. It was not enough to make her orgasm, but it did make the journey uncomfortable, Elana was extremely aware of her own vulnerability, she couldn't take her mind off it, the constant gentle but unceasing grinding against her clit that was caused by the ring and the motion of the car made sure of that. The ring had been picked out for exactly this sort of thing, her former owner back when she had made herself a **** had wanted her humiliated as much as possible, so the positioning and the size of the ring were both meant to be as stimulating as possible. It hadn't been this bad in a long time, though.

Elana threw her head back against the seat, trying to ignore the fire that raged between her legs. Hoping against hope that they would arrive soon and this torment would stop.

Eventually, they did. The car pulled up to the station, and they swerved to a parking place. A moment later, the two officers were out, opening the door for the couple. Elana staggered out, glad to be able to walk on her own. Amy followed a moment later. The cold air pressed once more against their naked bodies. Elana felt goose bumps breaking out all over her skin.

The police station was a large, squat building. It looked like a fortress. No, it was a fortress. A self contained little castle, where the police had everything they needed to guard this part of the city. Jails, offices, waiting rooms, and all of the rest. The woman moved forwards, gesturing for the two of them to follow. Elana and Amy shared a look, but knowing that they had ****, they did. Both woman walked slowly, the feeling of dawning anxiety growing in them with each step. In a moment, they would enter the police station.

They did. The large door swung aside as the female officer led them into the entrance hall. There was a desk, and a secretary stood behind the desk. Her eyes widened at the sight of the two naked redheads, but then she looked to the female officer.

"Ah." She said. "These are them?"

"Elana and Amy." The officer nodded.

"We have a cell for them in the back." The secretary said.

" A cell?" Amy said. "You're taking us to a cell?"

"Of course we are." The female officer said. "The two of you are slaves now. What, do you expect the best? You should be thankful we're not throwing you in with the others."

Elana and Amy were made to trot after the female officer as she drove them into the back of the building. They took several turns, twisting and shifting directions a few times before they came to a long corridor. The corridor was lined with cells, crude metal bars separating them from one another. Luckily, most of the cells were empty, though Elana did feel several people leering at her from the shadows. She shifted, feeling her spine tingle as someone muttered a comment about her body. The female officer led them down towards the end of the block, where there was no one else.

"Both of you in." She said, unlocking the door. Elana and Amy did as they were told. Inside the cell, it was rather barren. There wasn't even a place to sleep, this being the section of the jail for those who were detained only for a short while before being moved elsewhere. There was one feature to the cell. A large central column near the back, used to support the weight of the roof above. The column was made of metal, and had nothing to catch on. Aside from this, the cell was empty.

As soon as the two women were inside the cell, the female officer stepped in herself. She bent down, locking the door behind her. Elana realised with a start that from the place they were now, they could not be seen, even by the other prisoners.

"Right." Said the female officer. "It's time to start your training. Before you leave here in a few hours, I am going to have to do at least basic training with you both, to ensure that you're ready for your new position as slaves.

She reached for her belt and withdrew a pair of handcuffs. Elana felt her heart speed up, looking towards Amy for a moment who looked equally shocked. The two of them stood still, waiting to see what would happen next, they felt as though the whole world balanced on the next word.

"Elana." She said. "Put your back against that pillar, your hands behind it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes." Elana said, but the woman's hand snapped out, delivering her a stinging blow to the cheek. Elana staggered, more from surprise than pain.

"Mistress." The woman said. "From now on, every women you meet is ''mistress'' because they are all better than you, do you understand? Only another **** is your equal. And you, Amy, I saw how you reacted. Don't try to fight back. Even if you could get my keys, what would you do? The two of you are slaves now, and you'd best get used to it. Elana, assume the position."

"Y-yes mistress." Elana said, her cheek smarting from the slap. Her body churned with heat as she pressed her back into the cold metal, feeling it against her skin. The officer moved behind the column, and Elana felt something cold and hard close around her wrists, locking her where she was with the pillar between herself and her hands. She pulled once, then twice, but could not free herself as the officer came back into view.

"Good." She said. A moment later, another office came by, holding a box of things. The door to the cell was swiftly opened, and the box passed through, before being closed and locked again. Now she could see it, Elana's heart raced. The box was full of toys and machines used to dominate and control.

"Now." The officer said, turning back to the two women. "We begin."