"So I hear you've been performing lap-dances," said the voluptuous policewoman in her very skimpy uniform. "You know that's illegal in this state. Let's go for a ride."
She promptly handcuffed the sexy bikini-clad stripper.
"Do you have to 'cuff me?" asked the stripper.
The policewoman gazed directly into the stripper's docile eyes. "You wanna do this the hard way?" she said, intimidating the stripper.
The stripper nervously shook her head. "N-no. I'll behave."
The policewoman smiled, and briefly ran her forefinger under the stripper's chin. "Good girl."
Why is a policewoman wearing such a revealing outfit? thought the stripper, staring at the policewoman's barely covered body. She looked downward and watched the sexy law enforcer's hips sway as she was led out of the strip club. With the way she's dressed and the way she walks, she's getting more attention than I was doing my lap-dances!
As soon as they got outside, the policewoman turned to her. "You looking at something?"
"Um - I was just wondering - Why is you're uniform soooo - you know. It doesn't leave a lot to the imagination."
The policewoman's expression became somewhat annoyed. She tilted her waist and rested her wrist on her raised hip. "It's standard issue now. You okay with that?"
The stripper gently bit her lip as her gaze slid downward. "Yeah," she said meekly.
The policewoman immediately cupped the stripper's chin and raised her head to eye level. "Don't look at my bellybutton when you answer me, look at my eyes."
"Sorry," the stripper choked out.
"You're gonna get eaten alive," the policewoman said, smiling ominously. "Get in the car."
The stripper was driven to the police station. Upon entering, she was surprised to see that only women worked there. She was even more surprised by how attractive and skimpily dressed the policewomen were. She noticed that most wore high heels and long stockings with very short skirts. Their shirts were tied up just under their breasts and most of the top buttons were undone, showing a lot of cleavage. Others were dressed like the policewoman who had arrested her, the differences being very tight and short hot pants with no stockings, showing smooth bare legs. The stripper also noticed that the women tended to arch their backs and tilt their hips a lot, as if trying to sexually arouse each other. They gazed at each other with a school-girl sense of longing, coupled with a trace of carnal desire.
One of the sexy policewomen behind a desk smiled at the stripper. The smile was cunning. It gave the stripper chills and made her wonder just what they had in store for her at this bizarre police station.
"You've got another one?" asked the woman behind the desk. "What'd she get nabbed for?"
"She's a stripper who did lap-dances," replied the policewoman.
The woman behind the desk looked the stripper up and down in a somewhat amorous fashion. The stripper felt uncomfortable having the woman stare at her body this way.
The woman looked back up at the stripper's face. "What's wrong, honey? I thought you'd be used to being stared at."
"Not by women," the stripper said plainly.
The woman behind the desk turned to the arresting policewoman. "Instead of filling out forms and whatnot, how 'bout you take her down to holding and show her around before you interrogate her."
"Interrogate?" queried the stripper, her face screwing up nervously. "For what?"
"You'll find out later." The policewoman yanked the stripper's arm, pulling her away from the desk. "Now come on."
There were numerous holding cells, far more than most police stations, the stripper thought. And the majority of them held at least one or more women - all scantily-clad and very attractive and sensual. Most of these sexy captive women were deeply asleep. The ones that weren't carried a strange dazed look in their eyes.
"These women," the policewoman stated, "are either hookers, or strippers, like yourself, or have been arrested for indecent exposure. Why don't you look at them? Look at how sexy they are in their skimpy outfits. I think they'd like you a lot. Would you like to join them?"
The stripper shook her head rapidly.
"Then you'll co-operate, right?"
"Yes, yes, I'll do what you want," the stripper said, scared.
"Alright, then, come on." The policewoman led her out of the holding room and into an interrogation room.
Still 'cuffed, the stripper was sat down behind a table while a light was shone in her face. The policewoman stood over her, intimidating her even more.
"So how did you become a stripper?" the policewoman asked.
The stripper squirmed her chair, uncomfortable and trying to adjust to the glaring light.
"I needed the money," replied the stripper. "The woman who owned the club talked me into it. She said I'd make a lot of money and that I was very sexy."
"She was right about the last part," the policewoman remarked. "So then what happened?"
"It turned out that the club owner kept most of the money I made."
"Why didn't you leave?" The policewoman's voice carried a trace of seduction.
"I dunno," mused the stripper. "She talked me into staying, but I wanted to make more money. So then she suggested lap-dancing. At first I didn't like it, but she convinced me to continue."
The policewoman smiled down at the stripper. "She seems to talk you into a lot of things, doesn't she?"
The camera in the corner of the ceiling whirred as the lens zoomed in. In the monitor room, most of the sexy female police force watched intently on a big-screen colour monitor.
"Hey, Sarah," said one of the watching officers. "Go get some of the girls from their cells. I'll get the tape ready."
Officer Sarah immediately sprang from her chair and left the room. She soon returned with several of the inmates, each with a dazed look in their eyes. One of the officers began playing the tape from a stereo in the corner of the room.
Meanwhile, in the interrogation room, the policewoman spoke to the stripper. "It just seems that it's easy to, well, make you feel or think a certain way."
"W-what do you mean?" The stripper was obviously still scared and uncomfortable. She squirmed in her chair some more.
"I'll show you." The policewoman reached into her pocket and pulled out a shiny object, a jewel, on a chain.
"What are you going to do with that?" the stripper asked, fearing what might happen. Then she added, half-jokingly, "You gonna hypnotise me?"
The policewoman said nothing. She immediately leaned forward and swung the jewel before the stripper's eyes.
The stripper gasped. "No!" She turned her head away, but the policewoman cupped her chin firmly and moved her head back in place.
"If you don't look at this, I'm getting the phone book," the policewoman stated, only marginally serious.
The stripper was held steady by the policewoman's firm grip. Her eyes remained open due to her fear of what may happen at her disobedience. She was helpless.
Back in the monitor room, the tape that had just been started activated the prisoners' posthypnotic triggers. The scantily-clad slave girls began slowly dancing and swaying to the music, which was reminiscent of snake charmer music. The policewomen in the room slid their arms around the girls and swayed with them, gazing into their eyes. One officer began to undress the prisoner they were dancing with, and started kissing her softly. Other officers also "played" with the swaying hypnotised prisoners. Undressing them and handcuffing them to nearby objects, like desks. They told their slaves to watch the monitor, to watch the stripper being mesmerised by the sexy dominating policewoman. The bound, naked slaves looked at the monitor. Their eyes glazed over, becoming even more deeply hypnotised by the image of the stripper watching the crystal pendulum.
The stripper's expression changed from fearful to drowsy. The policewoman began issuing commands.
"You're feeling warm," she told the stripper. "You're comfortable now. So comfortable that you find yourself getting drowsy. And although you find it hard to keep your eyes open, you must. You must continue to stare at the gently swaying jewel."
The policewoman relaxed her grip on the stripper's chin and began stroking her hair, as if she were an obedient kitten. "That's right," she cooed. "That's a good girl. Just keep staring at the crystal."
The stripper smiled at her pleasing the policewoman.
The policewoman looked down fondly at her slave. "A nice sexy girl like you needs a mistress to dominate her and make love to her."
"Mm hmmm," purred the stripper. "Could you please be my mistress? I'll be very obedient. I'll be your personal sex toy."
"Let me think about that," teased the policewoman. "Yes, that would be splendid. You can be my sex slave. But for now, I just want you stare deeply into the crystal. Let its flickering light entrance you."
"Mmmmm," moaned the hypnotised stripper. "Yes, mistress."
The slave women in the monitor room were enthralled. The policewomen were incredibly aroused and ran their fingers down their slaves' chests and stomachs, to their moist vaginal folds. The slaves moaned and squirmed in their handcuffs as their mistresses pleasured them. Their backs arched as their mistresses leaned over and licked up very edge of their feminine blossoms and over their stomachs. They then reached behind their slaves, undid their handcuffs, and commanded them to pleasure the officers. The slaves were drenched in desire as they had not yet been allowed to climax. Completely under the spell of hypnosis and their heightened, unsated arousal, the slaves wasted no time in undressing their mistresses and performing whatever sexual acts were demanded of them.
The stripper in the interrogation room still gazed deeply into the crystal. She was relaxed in her chair, the jewel's light reflecting in her glassy eyes and penetrating her weakened mind, making her grow more and more susceptible to her mistress's commands with each swing. The hypnosis continued for hours. This forced the prisoners in the monitor rooms the continually pleasure their mistresses without resting. They became weary, and soon the slaves were ordered to not only sexually please their mistresses, but each other as well. The monitor room became an all-out orgy. Tongues and fingertips softly running over sensitive bare skin. Several of the mistresses had slaves on all sides of them, caressing their bodies. One of the mistresses broke away from the activity for a moment and grabbed a walkie-talkie.
The hypnosis in the interrogation room was interrupted by the crackling of the policewoman's radio. She picked it up. "Is it time?"
"Yeah," the voice on the other end panted out. "Come in here." She huffed between sentences. "Bring that cutie in here with you." A loud moan was suddenly heard over the walkie-talkie and the transmission abruptly ended.
The policewoman rested her hand on hip, holding the crystal on her pinkie finger and held an authoritative pose, smirking down at her pet. "You have the right to remain under my complete control," she said. "Now get undressed."
She undid the handcuffs on her new stripper slave.
"Since you're a stripper," the policewoman remarked. "Why don't you show me your routine in the monitor room. Including the lap-dance."
The two left the interrogation room and entered the monitor room. The stripper was amazed and excited to see the orgy. All the women in the room stopped what they were doing and looked at the policewoman and the stripper. The music was still playing from the stereo. The policewoman sat down and the stripper performed her entire routine in front of everyone. She gyrated her hips as she slunk out of her bikini. The stripper opened her thighs and crouched down in the policewoman's lap, swivelling slowly against her tummy and thighs, with her arms around her heavily-breathing mistress. The women in the room - all the women - became mesmerised by the stripper's lap-dance. Soon the policewoman wrapped her arms around her slave and tightly embraced her, kissing her deeply and pressing her tongue against her lips, forcing the slave to open her mouth to her. The two fell forward and began making love. The other women continued their orgy and went on for hours on end, never allowing their tormented slaves to rest.
Based on Suechan's drawing.