'They' Are Finally Cooperating

Hitomi, in a sudden, final, desperate guess at saving herself, arched her back to thrust her mega-melons further in the air, fully occluding her face from the agents’ views. Shaking them lightly side-to-side, she called out, in a slightly heightened voice “Stop! We’ll talk.” The agents paused in their tracks. Behind her reddening, heaving hooters, Hitomi’s face slowly began to match that same complexion, as what she was about to do sunk in. She re-jiggled them. “WE…are so sorry. WE’LL cooperate…and…be…” Hitomi’s voice choked a bit on the final words. “…good…girls.”

Peeking around the side of her forced tit-wall, Hitomi saw the stun gun get put away. However, the agent with the leash stepped further forward and reached out, clipping it in-between the bindings around both breasts. “OK. We’ll give you two a chance to walk with us on your own. Stand up. Slowly.”

Shakingly sliding her legs over the side of the bed, then rising up onto her feet, Hitomi looked up at her tit-leasher and croaked out “Wh…Why…are my *boobs* under arrest?”

The leash agent’s eyebrows narrowed, and she saw his partner reach back for his stun gun. She shot her head downward, focusing her eyes onto the leash clip, tightly nestled in the folds of two very thick-tipped torpedoes. Re-angling her back, she aimed *them* to “stare” her tit-leasher right in the eyes. “Why are WE being investigated…sir? Us…the two of US…and not…” Hitomi reached her hands up, cupped her boobs, and flipped them upward at her face. Accidentally smacking herself a bit, and making herself jolt in reaction. “…THIS…girl.”

“Well, you see…many of the paychecks which…THAT girl…deposited throughout her career, were written being addressed to ‘Hitomi Tanaka’s Boobs’. And many of her videos list “Hitomi Tanaka’s Boobs” as staring actresses in the opening and closing credits. Which opens up a legal door for us to arrest, process, hold, and question the two of you as additional, separate ‘persons of interest’ within the scope of this case.”

Hitomi’s face furrowed in frustration, and her eyes rolled. Luckily, her head was still down, and neither agent was really paying close attention to *her* face at the moment. She’d been able to understand the on-screen credits gag. That made perfect fan-service sense. But so many of the producers just HAD to take the joke one step further, and actually make the checks out to them too. It just caused so many extra embarrassing looks and questions when she tried to deposit them. But going along with it seemed to make even more checks come in, so…

Very sudden and harsh leash yanks to her already out-thrust front snapped her out of her memory mulling and pulled her hobblingly out of her bedroom. Then out her front door soon afterward. The whole time, being forced to adopt a quite humiliating and explicit “tits-first” locomotion posture. The agents led her to a police vehicle waiting just outside, and then her leash-holder turned to address her parading honk sacks once more.

“I want to make *sure* you both are finally listening.” He leaned in closer, his face now only a few inches from her nipples, which had also swelled and jutted from the mounting blood pressure. “Are you girls going to give us any more trouble?” He lightly shook his head back and forth as he ended.

“N-No…” squeaked Hitomi. Her tit-leasher wagged his finger tut-tutingly.

“…Are YOU GIRLS…” He pointed his finger right at her nip, then gave it a snapping flick, drawing out a quick little screech and jump. “…going to give us…Any. More. Trooouuublllllle?” Over the entire pronunciation of Trouble, he again shook his head back and forth, hovering his face just in front of her tits.

Hitomi, looking at the agent’s head, began subconsciously imitating the movement with her own head. Then, a couple moments later, her eyes widened in understanding, and she began vigorously shaking her parading, leashed, far over-ripened melons side-to-side in answer to his question.

“You’re both going to come to the station, and cooperate with ALL our prooooceeeduuuures?” Keeping his face tightly close-in, he lightly nodded up and down during the final word.

Hitomi lifted her hands up underneath her melons, grimaced, and gave them a few hearty shakes up-and-down. However, she accidentally let an audible sigh escape out her nose as she did so, which brought her tit-leasher’s eyes snapping up, piercingly into hers for a moment, before looking back down to look his “prisoners” in their own faces again.

“I’m so sorry…I didn’t quite hear that. Maybe you girls need a little…energy recharge?” The sound of a stun gun crackled to life, to Hitomi’s side and bit behind, out of peripheral sight.

Hitomi, stifling multiple panicked whimpers, clamped her wrists behind her back and started jumping in place as rapidly as possible, sending her mammoth whoppers whipping up and down with enough force to make the air audibly “whoosh” around them. The strain brought tears to her eyes, but she didn’t stop until she saw her tit-leasher’s face express a light signal of approval. Bringing her “answer” to an end, she began to double-over as she gasped to catch her breath, but then straightened back up into her “tits-first” posture, expressly presenting the heavy undulation waves in them that her rapid breaths were causing.