A little detour on the way....

Not taking anymore of your nonsense, Anita presses down on your chin with the heel of her hand, pulling your forehead back with the other hand, opening your mouth. With deft fingers, she pops the ball into your mouth and adjusts the straps.

'"Standard issue", my ass', you think, 'this thing's a head harness!'

Soon your face is held tight in leather straps, and you're already working to contain the drool it's producing. Anita fondly takes your arm and leads you out to the car. Like the uniforms, the town's marked cars are an unsightly shade of brown, with a huge ugly "gumball machine" for a rooftop light. Anita expertly assists you into the back of her car, making sure you're seatbelted before she hops into the front seat and takes off.

You barely get two blocks before Anita's radio blares something. The words were all english, but their meaning was incoherent to you. Anita, however, uttered a foul word and looked back at you. "Sorry, Hon," She said. "We've got to make a little detour." She then grabbed her handset, identified herself, and assured Dispatch that she was on her way.

She pulled up in front of a pretty house, where a gorgeous blonde was sunbathing. Anita walked right up to her, and asked something. The blonde looked worried, shrugged, and pointed to the house. Anita shook her head, and apparently, informed the bolnde she was under arrest. The blonde immediately placed her hands on top of her head, and got a brisk, businesslike frisking, using the backs of the hands. Nothing at all like the fondling she'd given you. Blondie was quickly cuffed and brought over to the car. She recoiled in shock when she saw you.

"Carrie Blanchard, meet Jane Doe."

"Whoa, what did she do?" Carrie asked.

"Parking tickets." Anita said with a smirk. "Be glad I don't have another gag."

"Parking tickets? Damn, this town's getting tough on crime." Carrie said, looking more worried.

Anita simply grabbed her radio and called in to Dispatch, explaining she had one suspect in custody, the other hadn't been home. She also mentioned she had a full car, and they should send out someone else to stake the place out. The three of you waited until an unmarked carshowed up, and dropped off a short, balding man in his early forties, dressed as a tourist. "Dan's in place, we can get back to the station, now, ladies." It took her about an hour to get you both processed, and she left you both in a cell to go call Steve. She left you shackled and gagged, but Carrie's cuffs came off as soon as Anita started filling out the paperwork. Carrie noticed this, and had a stream of questions.

"Resisting arrest, and you should have heard the things she was saying about me! I gagged her just to stop her from violating any more of the obscenity laws..." Anita explained, to Carrie's obvious amusement.

"I'd have paid good money to watch that arrest." Carrie said with a grin.

'You have no idea,' You think.

As soon as you're alone in the cell, Carrie checks your gag straps. "Padlocked," she mutters, "I can at least massage your jaw muscles. You'll get a nasty cramp if they leave that in too long. Bet you're regretting wising off to an officer of the law now, aren't you?"

Her hands feel cool and smooth as she rubs some of the tension out of your stretched open jaws. Her hands are roaming more and more, and her massage is getting friendlier. "Just something about being behind bars.... Gets me horny." she murmurs, as she starts fondling you a little more intimately. Anita must have gotten you primed, because this woman's touch isn't making you nervous or queasy, the way thoughts of lesbianism always seemed to do to you before.