At The Police Station

After about an hour's drive, they finally pulled into the parking lot of the police station and got out. The cuffs around the tips of her breasts got released and the ball in her back deflated. Then, with a bit of pulling and wiggling, they freed her from the separator, clipped the leash on her black bindings and pulled her out of the car. Hitomi immediately fell back into her tits-first stance in the faint hope that the police officers would be a bit more lenient with her if she played along with their stupid game.

"I see they finally try to behave a little. Let's see how long that lasts! Time for the holding cells, you two!"

The retired actress was pulled through the door and into the police station. A number of other officers were in there, gaping at the odd trio.

"Isn't this… What the fuck, Bill?" asked a burly old officer with a few more stripes on the shoulder than the two who arrested her.

"We finally got hold of the perpetrators, chief! These are suspects in a rather alarming tax fraud case involving the 'Breasts of Hitomi Tanaka' and exorbitant capital gains that were never reported to the authorities. We are happy to report that both suspect A and B are held securely and will now be brought in for questioning."

The Chief looked at Hitomi's breasts with interest, then nodded, "Good job you two. Get them ready then, I might join you later."

"Sure. We'll get them through processing and will be in room 06 afterwards."

Hitomi was pulled through another door and after a short, humiliating walk, was pushed into an empty room.

"You two have a few minutes. But don't try anything stupid, alright?"

And with that, Hitomi was alone. With her breasts still bound and hurting, the leash dangling on the floor and her destroyed shirt the only thing that covered her body, she was about to cry her eyes out. But she knew better than to give up.

The retired actress quickly surveyed the room and found a large black piece of cloth. After closer inspection, it turned out to be a full-body prisoner's uniform with zippers and everything. There were a few odd details though. First, there was no collar. Instead, a sort of full head mask with no features but bland black cloth was sewn into the neck hole. Then, there were two rubber-enforced holes on the chest and Hitomi knew only too well what they were meant for. And finally, there were two prisoner IDs sewn into the suit, one over each of the breast holes.

Hitomi sighed. It was obvious what they expected from her. She removed the scraps of her shirt and tried to get into the odd suit.

The legs were no problem and as they both ended in sewn-in shoes, she didn't need anything else to stand in. The issues started with her chest, of course. The black rope was still tightly tied around her breasts and there was no way she would fit inside those holes with the rope still in place.

As she unwrapped the tight bindings, and the trapped blood started circulating again, Hitomi groaned in pain and clutched her hurting breasts. She remembered the feeling only too well from the countless bondage gigs she did during her career, but this time it was different.This time, she had no control over what would happen and it freaked her out.

Careful to not upset her hurting twins, she pulled them both through the tight openings and pushed the rubber rims against her chest wall where they hugged the bases of her melons tightly. Then, she slipped into the arms and pulled the mask over her head. Hitomi noticed two tiny holes right at her eyes that allowed her to see through the hood although only barely and with a greatly limited field of view. She managed to pull the zipper up just in the moment when she heard someone entering the room.

"Ah, I see suspect A and B are ready for processing!" a voice remarked and cuffed her hands behind her back. Then, they clipped something around the bases of her boobs and she got pulled forward.