'They' Enter The Police Car

“Ahhhh…there we are.” Finally opening the back door of the police car, he motioned for her to get in. The seatbelt, however, seemed to have a curious design. There were far more bits than just the waist. Reaching over Hitomi, the tit-leasher pulled various straps over her. The waist belt was normal, but then there were straps that secured over each shoulder, one that fastened over the top of her thighs, one across her forehead, and then cuffs secured her hands on each side of her waist. The real surprise kicker, though, was when he suddenly grabbed a small pump handle on the side of the seat, and began working it up and down. Hitomi suddenly felt a thick, rubber balloon inflating into the middle of her back, and found herself powerless to keep from adopting an even lewder and more obscene “tits-first” presentation posture than she’d been made to adopt while being walked on her tit-leash. Her nipple tips were a mere inch from the front-seat/back-seat cage separator, thanks to all the base-binding that still torpedoed them, and her jutting juggs took up at least half of her entire eye-view with her back arched so ridiculously.

Unclipping the leash, at last, the agent slammed the door shut and stepped away from the car to chat with his partner unheard.

“Backseat cameras are all set! Tested them before we went into the house. You got the SAT Nav prepped?”

The partner grinned wide and hard. “I was able to fit every bumpy, unkempt road in the county onto your route. Drive fast and hard. But, at the same time, you know…not *too* fast.” the partner finished, with a wink.

“Are the ‘holding cages’ for our two new prisoners ready?”

“Oh yeah, you bet!” The partner took out his phone, bringing up a photo. It was a clear profile shot of a vaguely bra-like harness, but made of thick, re-enforced leather and padlocks in the back where the hooks would normally be. And in place of the cups, were two very cruel-looking, cylinder-ish metal cages, with another padlock visibly hanging off of each of their respective ends. “Triple-checked the inner volume measurement. Just a *bit* smaller than the current size of their incoming occupants. It’ll take a little tugging, but every inch of them should be able to be worked inside. And then they’ll look FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC “yearning to be free” out every little space between the bars those enormous bulgers can find for themselves. And all of the modular switch-out options for the cage ends arrived in time! The vibrator massage nubs, the cow-milker pumps, the shockers, the back-and-forth titty twisters…”

“OK. But then, that means we need to MAKE SURE we get ALL of those filmed getting used on her in whatever time we have before this arrest scenario gets challenged in the courts. Even if it means we need to cut the time for some of them a little shorter than we’d like to see the longer-term effects of.”

“Don’t worry! I keep telling you, there’s all sorts of ways you can tie up the courtroom red-tape if you know the right people. We’re gonna have SO MANY days of her being locked under our authority before any friend or family legal challenges get through. Everything we’re filing on her is *just* plausible enough under the way the tax law is worded to give us a huge appeal buffer. We’ll lose ‘eventually’, yes…but ‘eventually’ can be a long time.”

“And…when we DO lose…eventually…it’ll be worth it, for you? No regrets?” The first agent held his hand out in offer of a clasp.

“You kidding? We’re about to star THE…**THE**…Hitomi Tanaka’s Rack-tastic Mega-Milkers going through the biggest 24/7 tit-training gauntlet wringer in history. A whole new library’s worth of videos, chronicling weeks, maybe months, of her being slowly inducted into non-stop tit-PERFORMANCES, tit-INTERACTIONS, and tit-TALKING. And, ultimately, I’ve got favors I can call in to make sure we don’t get it TOO bad at the end for this, no matter what. She’ll get to go back to her retirement eventually, but with the way her sudden announcement just shattered so many hearts out there…”

The first agent cocked an eyebrow at his partner’s pause.

“…I just feel like it’s gonna be *real* hard to find a court who’ll slap us *too* bad.” The two agents clasped hands hard in sealed pact. “We’re gonna be heroes…”