Chapter 2 - The Line Up

And we're back. Typing this one onto the site directly and hopefully it'll turn out better overall. Comment and such! Going to start working on LoL or Warcraft stories and continue this one over time as well.

She walked into the station looking down. Her only thoughts were that of hours ago on the sidewalk. How could she so easily be swayed she wondered. The rip in her suit was annoying her and so she attempted to make herself look busy at that instead of straight at the floor. 

As she entered the supplies office and Henry left her, she looked at a man named 191. No one knew his real name but he had been there for as long as anyone could remember. He barely spoke as she pointed at the rip and asked for a new suit. He quickly went into the back room and exited with a sealed package labeled 
"UNIFORM FEMALE"

She went to her small desk. Since she was new it was low quality. Comparisons to an end table could even be made. She went into the locker room and heard a shower turn off. As she started to open the wrapped package a woman quickly walked by her. Bridgett called out as the woman neared the corner. She turned to look at Bridgett. When she did all that could be seen in her eyes was black. The woman left without a word. "What was that?" She wondered. "Imagination probably... Today is just terrible." 

She opened the package to find a blue mini skirt with a navy trimming and a leather top that barely covered her breasts. It was so tight for her! She was outraged! Yet another demeaning effort set in place against her. Her other uniform was already thrown away. At this, she was angered. "Always acting to quickly even with the little things..." She thought. A sigh was her last noise as she slid into the outfit and walked out again into the main area. 

She found Henry again and tried explaining the problem in more than an annoyed tone. "What is this mess? I demand a proper uniform" She stated. 
"That's what you should have been wearing from the start miss" Henry replied softly.
She grew red. "That's it! I want a new partner! A new assignment! I want to be a part of this team but this is too much!" She was nearly yelling.
Chuckles came out as many men gave Henry smirking looks. "Well miss I can give you an assignment on "The Line" if you want. That'd make you a team favorite probably. He looked straight at her.
Her face grew lighter and she lost some, but not all, of the tone she had. "I'll take it. When and where?" She was already anticipating the job. "The Line" seemed to be a strange name for any area in town but it must be important if it needed more hands to help and could make her favored. 

Henry opted to take her to "The Line" on his own. They got to a large gray building. She was curious as to what it was. Maybe some form of prison? Regardless they entered and when the doors shut behind them electronically, they slammed and locked. A few men could be heard from within the deeper parts. All yelling and cackling. Sounded like a prison indeed. They went past a few rooms with bars but each was pitch black. 

She began to speak. "What is this place for then? It seems odd...?" She wasn't nervous, she kept telling herself, just curious.
"This" Henry said proudly. "Is our conditioning center for all of the rowdy and out of line women we find. Figured you'd fit in just fine since you can't handle all the men you see and work with. Oh, up ahead is the gym. The main are you'll be working in."
"Wonderful!" She grew ecstatic as they entered into the final room. Her face switched direction instantly. 

The so called gym was nothing of the familiar sense. Machines were lined up on both sides of a narrow room. A bench laid in the center walkway all the way down for on lookers. All of the machines that could be seen were activated and conditioning the "rowdy and out of line women". Three thin rods were tipped with studded devices. Each woman was set in a different position and different rods were going different places. The machines had a metallic bowl like indentation underneath to catch any liquid that might fall. Each had a drain that led somewhere unknown. 

"What... What is this place?!" She was horrified as she looked around seeing females that looked in some way familiar. 
"This is your new assignment you asked for. This is "The Line". Henry stated with a happy tone.
"You want me to sit here and watch women be mentally destroyed by these machines?!" She looked around again seeing each blindfolded. The strangest part was that none were protesting! The closest women had no restraints whatsoever! As the line progressed cuffs and leg holders were introduced but nothing seemed needed.
"Watch? Well you can watch eventually of course. Many officers do hence the seating area. But no, not yet. For now, you have to participate. We need you to be top of the line for our police work. This is where all of our female officers go so they can better serve our city!" He started pushing her lightly towards the very end. There was only one empty machine.

Bridgett was in shock, not even noticing they were walking. She saw what she thought was the black eyed girl from the locker room. With the blindfold on all she could go by was the way her breasts looked. Why was she looking at the breasts? Why was she looking at any of them?! She needed to get out of here now. They neared the machine and she finally noticed what was happening. She protested and threw Henry's arm off of her. Before she knew it, both hands of hers were restrained. 

The ceiling had its own share of machinery. Two cords came down and held her, dragging her to the seat she would never forget. She fought viciously but could not break the grasp. She stared at Henry as he smiled and waved. More cords came down and carefully pulled off her clothing. She started screaming loudly. Two cords went up and brought back a blind fold a moment later. Her eyes were covered and she began thrashing as much as possible. This went on until more restraints were added. She felt her body being pressed upon. The machine she sat on activated as soon as her legs were brought into the air.

At first it was her cheek she felt something on. Then her stomach and then her legs. A rubbing motion that would be soothing in any scenario other than this. She felt the stomach feeling go lower and lower and knew where it was going as she began trying, ever so trying, to break free. It began to enter as she let out another yelp. As soon as the noise was let loose the cheek sensation ended. Her mouth was opened and in it was placed another device. Both were rotating and thrusting softly. The more she moved the faster the became. Muffled yelps were all that could be heard from her. Eventually the machine lifted her legs up slightly more and the third device was inserted into her ass. At this she screamed even if it could not be heard. The motions were intense as liquids already started to drop from her. She sobbed underneath the blindfold and still kept trying to get away. The sensations seemed to last for hours.

The blindfold was removed but other restraints were kept. She opened her eyes barely and saw mirrors had been brought around her. She could see herself. Vulnerable and open to anything or anyone. Henry was gone as well as all the other women. Cords picked her up from the machine soon and carried her to one of the darker rooms with bars. She was pushed into one and left there. Small food pieces were sent in later and she ate them. She was starving. 

As she went for one of the final pieces of food she heard a noise from within her own room. She reached for the food only to be caught by a hand. A clean feminine hand.