At 'Them'!

“Well, they’re not complying…”

Hitomi strained again to sit up. “Huh! Who’s ‘they’?”

“Get the restraints ready!”

The agents both grabbed ahold of the front of Hitomi’s shirt with their free hands. She instinctively prepared to be yanked up…

Instead, the sounds of ripping fabric broke out, and Hitomi shot her eyes down to see her massive boobs pour out into the open air.

“Hold them down!” Each agent seized one of the giant, flopping bags, and dug in their grip. Twisting hard, making Hitomi howl out.

“AAAAAGGGGHHH!!!”

Long, black, nylon ropes flew out into Hitomi’s now somewhat-obstructed view, and she soon felt a vice-like strangling, growing in intensity, around her boob bases. A sensation she was actually rather intimately familiar with, in all honesty, but still among the more painful instances.

A couple minutes later, Hitomi continued to stare at the agents, dumbfounded. She was still lying with her back on the bed, but now with two angrily red and swollen “prisoners” blocking most of her sight toward the agents. They continued on with barking more questions and commands at her throbbing, mushroomed chest mountains.

“OK. So…Are both of you finally ready to cooperate? Or do we need to grab you and drag you all the way to the car?”

Hitomi lifted her head up above the sightline of her over-tightly tethered tits, now afraid to re-try actually sitting up. “No!! Don’t!! Please, for the last time, I’ll come with you to the station! Why can’t you hear me?!”

Silence hovered in the room for several seconds. Then, one of the agents sighed, shook his head, and pulled out a leash. The other pulled out a stun gun, and gave it a test “BZZZZZ” arc in the air.

“So you gals are really going to keep this act up, huh? That’s fine by us, frankly…”