JARVIS, DT
by seezinhai

seezinhai@yahoo

"Desk Duty"



The job of a detective is simple really. All we do is take care of the bad guys.
While their were some conflicts from time to time with our methods, I don't think anyone can question our spirit.

The other day while I was investigating a triple homicide, my partner Mitchell, got shot. The injury was serious and during this time I had the choice of having a 'temp' partner or I could go on 'desk duty'. Detective work was tough and I didn't want some young hotshot getting me killed, so I chose 'desk duty'. For the next three weeks I would serve as the second in command at my precinct. Last Saturday, our Captain Langley, called in for the weekend and I was to act as captain until Monday. At some point during that night, just after we had eaten our chinese take-out, their was a disturbance in the holding cells downstairs. As the acting captain I was assigned the job of handling it. I reluctantly went down to play judge.

Turns out their was a fight inside the women's cells. I went inside the cell where the fight took place. Their was fifteen women inside the cell. The fight involved nine women who were picked up from a bachelorette party. The 'party goers' were clearly drunk and rambunctious, unaccustomed to jail. The other women within the cell were all 'regs'; hookers, addicts, nuts, and bums. I figured since I was stuck dealing with this crap, I may as well dish out a little justice. The bachelorette party looked 'well to do' and I knew they'd be out soon, so it was best I get right down to business.

"Alright everyone strip! Strip now, down to your bare asses! Each of you will now be full bodied! STRIP DOWN, STRIP DOWN!"

The group of mostly twenty somethings looked on in shock.Their was an immediate rush of dispute from the women. The older sister of the bride, one of her bridesmaids and one urban professional looking guest all raised big protest in particular.

"What for? Look, there is no need for that. We are just a little wound up and..." said the bride's sister.

"I don't want to hear it. The city has sanctioned me as an officer of the law and as rank of lieutenant, I have full and absolute authority to have all of you searched."

"Now wait a minute, I am a lawyer and..,"said the professional.

"That does not matter, you will all be searched. Now you can either volunteer to strip, or 'the team' will be summoned to assist"

The 'regs' all did as told after the first order and were virtually naked as the bacherlorette party was still resisting. After several minutes of yelling from them I summoned the team. I explained that they were in the custody of the city police and had to submit. At the sight of the six man, two woman team. The women relented and began to remove their cocktail dresses.

The women moved slowly, so I gave them a few words of encouragement.

"These men are going to beat those dresses off you in ten seconds, girls!"

The men began swinging their batons...the women stripped very fast out of their clothes.

The bachelorette, or at least the one I figured was the bacherlorette was a tall and beautiful blond of great dimensions. As she pulled at a buckle and raised her sleek black dress over her head, I stared at her lacy underwear. After my orders, all of the women moved faster and all nine were naked in seconds, save for two who held out on their panties and bra.

"Everything ladies! ASSHOLE naked!...I want to see your ASSHOLE, now!"

The taller brunette meekly pulled off her bra and panties while the shorter cute one, began to cry. Her crying helped prompt the mother of the bride to be to cry, her tits were large and sexy with just the softest sag. They jiggled as she stood bare assed alongside her relatives and friends. As one of my men cupped his baton, the shorter brunette finally peeled off her underwear revealing chubby sized 'A' tits, and a better than average ass.

"All of you walk to that wall. Face the wall. Line up and face the wall."

I ordered 'the team' to take their clothing out of the cell and return to their respective stations. I had the authority to do as I wished with the inmates, and alone in the room with them, I planned to do plenty. I stood behind the women and took sight of the lineup of bare assed property. I would teach them all manners as I figured an upper crust bunch like this was spoiled and disrespectful of the law. As for the rest of the inmates, they were likely guilty and could use a little discipline, too. The 'party goers' butts jiggled as many of them cried and stood uncomfortably. I knew that their bare feet on the cold slab of a floor in this dump was terrible. They shifted, foot to foot, from their soles and toes and back to their heels. I had to admit that this was a very atttractive bunch.

"Fuck, whats next..", the short, cute brunette 'partygoer' wailed. I cut her pretty, little ass short fast.

"Thwack"

I slammed my whipstick across her shapely fanny hard and struck just at her crack. She fell to her knees in pain, crying out in a scared, girlie manner. The other brunette bridesmaids next to her, who was just as sexy, attempted to look when I quickly criss-crossed her well oiled rump, dropping her as well.

"Everyone had better behave at once or else!"

With this, no one else moved and they all stood facing the wall. The cell smelled with the stench of the 'regs', with the scent of perfume, baby oil and strawberry daquiris of the bacherlorette party.

"All of you will now stand with your feet apart and your hands on the top of your heads. Further apart now! You on the left end over there, come here now...walk backwards keep your BUTT facing me and your hands on your head!"

The woman at the far left was, I would find out later, the younger sister of the bride. She was very young, nineteen or so, I didn't care. She walked cautiously backwards while the two little 'troublemakers' had finally gotten back to their feet. I positioned 'lil sis' in the center of the cell with her back to me.

"Keep your hands on the top of your head, now stand on your left foot and bring back your right foot. Spread the toes on your right foot."

The naked woman began to cry as she stood on one foot, her toes spreading on the planted foot for better balance. At the same time I enjoyed the sight of her pretty toes spread on her right foot. She struggled to maintain her balance and her awkwardness was compounded by the stream of tears in her eyes. I stood for a moment taking in the sight of her helpless ass. She was tall and had long curly blond hair which reached well past her shoulders. Her ass was curved perfectly and her tits were full with soft pink nipples. She had a soft patch of 'golden fro' on her pussy. Her skin smelled of expensive perfume and showed a bright red from her heavy blushing.

"On your foot in the air keep the leg at a forty-five degree angle and spread your toes wide!"

The sister was unable to stand on her left foot long and fell back onto both feet.

"When you fall from the one foot, alternate, you went to school, right, then you know what alternate means!"

The bride's younger sister now stood unbalanced on her bare right foot while her left foot was lazily raised behind her. I decided to remind her of my orders.

"Thwack!"

I smacked her harshly across her raised left foot, clear across the sole.

"I said the raised foot shall stay at a forty-five degree angle. And SPREAD YOUR TOES!"

Next I forced her to hop around in circles. The bride's sister obeyed immediately, the whipstick has a way of correcting behavior. The sexy and naked blonde, hopped around, still crying, and still in pain, from the whipstick. I chuckled quietly as I watched her move about, certain that the slab floor had to hurt her bare feet as she hopped on whichever foot was on the ground. Unfortunately this prompted the mother to complain. I hurriedly walked to where she was to slap her about her bare skin. As I approached the naked mother curled into a ball.

"You have no right, you have no right! Their are witnesses, I will have your badge you chump bastard"

I hesitated on hitting her instead I figured I'd make them all pay for her words.

"Each of you, step one full foot back from the wall. Now I want you ALL to hop around in circles now...start with your left foot on the ground and bring your right foot back at a forty-five degree angle...spread your toes WIDE!!"

The women looked foolish as they hopped around at the wall. Their asses jumped about, all their female meat bouncing, unevenly. All the women cried, as they hopped on one bare foot while keeping the other at an angle, like I had instructed. I started to notice the ladies individually at this point. The bachelorette was tall and blond with thick curves. Her mother was just as voluptuous as well as her young aunt, as they turned me on as I saw their butts flop about.

While the women hopped, I went back to the younger sister and had her stop hopping. I could tell she was grateful, her legs were like rubber and she went to massage them when I instructed her to remain in position until ordered to move. I first checked her feet spreading her toes and searching in between each, thoroughly. The only sound in the cell was that of the womens' bare feet slapping against the cell's cold slab floor. Their feet would be sore for a week behind this. I made certain they all hopped for at least a half hour.

"Ok, kiddo, turn and face me...open your mouth, wide!"

The younger sister submissively opened her mouth.

"Wider!...and stick out your tongue and say aaah!"

She begrudgingly opened her mouth wider, then she stuck out her tongue. I was compelled to strike her naked thigh in order to get the 'Aaaahh'. Next, I poked inside her mouth, as her 'Aaaaahhh' turned up an octave or two. I always made certain to use the same hand I check their feet or butt with, to check their mouths. This always elicited a groan from the 'searchee'. I also looked in her ears and through her hair, I enjoyed forcing her to bend at the shoulder and shake out her hair.

"Look up at the ceiling, Flare your Nostrils!

With each command I found myself having more fun...

"Bend over and grab your ankles, Princess!"

The woman meekly bent her naked body over and clutched her ankles. I then reached over her back and spread out both of her plump ass cheeks wide. I had been hitting the gym pretty hard lately, it felt great to use some of that new muscle. I used every ounce of my forearm power to stretch her ass out as far as possible.

"Oww, what the fuuuck!", the sister cried out.

I then shoved my index finger inside her vagina, thrusting it forward harshly.

"Hold your ankles, and don't move!...now cough hard and keep it up 'til I tell you to stop"

The helpless inmate coughed loudly, once allowing a fart to slip out. I pushed further inside her, with each cough. I worked my entire fist into her pussy, she groaned but did not move.

"Now I'm going to check your ASSHOLE...you have a very pretty asshole..."

I had started to use a glove and regretted not doing so, once I found myself with a mound of juice all over my hand. Undeterred, I slammed the now lubricated fingers into her rectum. The pretty 'partygoer' whined her loudest yet, swaying her ass and hips back and forth, as I shoved two and then three fingers into exposed butt. Within five minutes time, and with the others still hopping, I blasted my full hand into the blonde's ass, clear to my wrist...this would sting her like no man she has ever had.

"Pleeease get your hand outta my asssss...pleeeease, sir, pleeease, it huuurrtss!", she groaned, in a strained and deepened voice.

Once I had my fist in her butt and fingered her pussy, she came. Something she didn't do, when my fist was in her pussy. I had her return to the back of the cell with the rest of the inmates.

"Alright, stop hopping and stand over by the bench at this wall. Stand facing me with your hands still on the tops of your heads!"

The women were happy to stop hopping, their legs were rubber. Many of them were gingerly stepping toward the bench. Some were massaging the soles of their feet with grimaces on their spoiled faces. The blond younger sister of the bride was still reeling and it showed as she blushed bright red and appeared to be sleepy. She was now sweating heavily, and the scent of ass and cunt had drowned out her perfume. The poor thing rocked form side to side at having been fucked in the butt and cunt at the same time. The bride's sister was also massaging her butt and pussy before I reminded them all to stand as ordered. I approached the first woman next to the brides' sister who I had fist fucked. I stood in front of her and clutched her chin.

"Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue...say Aaahh!"

The bachelorette had three sisters, one of whom, had been fighting a 'reg' inside the cell.
This woman was one of them, slightly taller than the last and I would learn was the one sister who was involved in the argument and ensuing fight. I pressed all of my fingers into her pretty mouth.

"EEEiiiiaaaaahhh"

The cute blond still had a hairpin holding her hair up. I quickly pulled it from out of her hair and flung it far toward the cell door. Her long beautiful hair tumbled down to well past her shoulders. I ordered her to look to the ground and shake out her hair. This set in motion her mounds of tit meat to swing. All the sisters and their mother and Aunt had sizable tits in fact. I would be sure to cup and lift each and all thirty tits in the cell. After looking up her nose and into her ears, I went down the line of naked women standing in line. I checked into each and every one of their mouth's, they each gave out humiliated moans when told to 'say Aah'. In many ways being forced to open the mouth widely can be as harsh as opening the ass, which I was moving to soon.

"Turn around and kneel on the bench place your arms on the top of the seat. I am now going to check out your BUTTHOLES AND PUSSIES!"

I walked to the second sister on the left and stood behind her kneeling body. Her naked ass was about at my chest and I stooped and clutched her butt cheeks.

"Cough for me sweetie, let's see those muscles twitch good!"

The now defeated broad did as told, her rectal muscles convulsing and opening in spurts. After her, was the bride to be, she was amazing, the sonofabitch who snagged her had to have been loaded or lucky. She reluctantly coughed out loud, resulting in an opening to peer into her asshole. I made certain to spread her as wide as my now sweaty hands could get, I didn't like plastic gloves. The bride turned and looked at me, amazed, at how much of my hand was inside her. I also made sure to check her pussy which was also spread nicely. Her lips and rectum were an even color just darker than the rest of her.

"I'll bet you won't cause any more trouble, will you, Queenie!"

"Nooo!", the bride replied in a half cry.

As the bride coughed, I managed to force my fingers in further until I felt I had thoroughly checked her holes, which was with my hand half way in.

Next I peered up the 'chute' of the young Aunt of the bride. She had brown hair and was no more than two or three years older than the bride. She was vocal in her disapproval, and I was active in my response...

"CLunk, Thwack, Crunch!"

The now pleading bitch fell to the cell floor with a thud. I had sliced her exposed rump, thrice, across, sharply. I then grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the front of the cell. She slid on her ass against the cold and nasty floor, yelping all the way.

"Fuck, you bastard, son of a bitch! Fuck You!"

I cuffed her to a bar at the front of the cell and gave a nod to the turnkey.

"We got something extra special for you. That's assault on an officer, per law as of last year, the swearing at me is punishable as a seperate offense. Plus, let's just say YOU started the little scrap in here which led me here, cutie!"

The turnkey approached and I explained to take her upstairs to be booked on two counts of assault. As the turnkey led her away, still naked, I instructed her, to keep the bitch undressed, as she was a 'suicidal risk'. And for good measure, I dropped two more blows to her open asscheeks as she was unable to guard her butt, due to being cuffed and led in front.

"Smack, THump!"

When I turned back to the rest of the 'party', they were quiet and compliant. The other sister and the mother of the bride as well as the three friends, all coughed willingly. I had them each bend forward to assist my search of their 'underbelly'. I shoved my index and middle fingers into each of their rectums and pussies, never stopping to wash my hands. The 'regs' even had one 'looker', a newly addicted doper black chick, who had tits and a large ass. Her butthole was clean and I made certain to check every inch of her, for 'tracks'.

The bachelorette party was likely going to be released soon, as they probably had a family lawyer. So I decided to give them one more lesson in humility. After searching everyone, everywhere twice, I left the 'regs' inside the cell. I walked the eight remaining 'partygoers' into the mens' side of the holding units. I made them walk the half block lane with their hands still on their heads. This brought about a new round of tears from the professional friend of the mother. And her prolonged sobs were met with a chorus of slurs and curses from the male inmates.

"Ok, stop here. Stand on your left leg and bring your other foot back at a forty five degree angle! If you fall from that foot, alternate the foot in the air."

I pretended to fill out paper work at the desk of the now excited male officers. In actuality I was speaking to Burke; our tech guy, about 'losing' the last hour around the precinct.
When I returned to the lane, the women were pleading for an end. They were beaten down by the numerous insults lobbed by the men.

"NICE TWAT..."

"MAMA, GIVE ME YOUR MIIILLLKK!"

"...A BETTER SET OF PISSCLAMS, I'VE HAVEN'T SEEN"

"BUTTCHEEKS TO DIE FOR..."

"MONKEY, MONKEY, I SEE SOME MONKEYS!"

I stood in front of the bride for several more minutes as she spread her toes on her raised foot. Her calf straining to maintain the forty-five degree angle I had demanded. She looked into my eyes and I saw fear and defeat. After a moment she fell back onto two feet. She closed her eyes and I saw tears welling in her eyes as she adjusted to stand on the opposite foot pausing before raising the other. I needed to control obnoxious behavior from time to time, while on the job. I was sure she would never forget this night in my jail, on my desk duty.

I then walked the beleaguered bachelorette partiers back to the cell. As they went back in, their heads were hung low, and their arms where still atop their heads. I stopped the mother of the bride at the celldoor. She was tall, blonde, with shapely tits. Her butt was clearly the product of exercise, with legs and skin, well tanned.

"Now what's this about a chump bastard..."

She looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes worn from crying, and pleaded...

"I, I didn't mean that, officer. Really, I didn't mean..."

Before she could say another word, I smashed my whipstick across her thigh.

Slackkk!

I cuffed her hands behind her back as she cried for mercy. I then dragged her by the hair out of the hall and into the one of the interrogation rooms. Her bare butt slid against the floor as she cried some more, sounding like a little girl missing out on a field trip...



When I brought the mother back to the cell an hour later, she crawled awkawrdly, wincing with each step. Once she crawled all the way in on her knees and hands, I swatted her one last time across her naked ass. The 'partygoers' sat naked on the benches in a huddle. They cried as they held each other bareskin to bareskin. I went and retrieved the cocktail dresses, returning the clothing to the cell and giving it to the 'regs'! The 'regs' hurried and put on their cool, new threads.

"But that's Chanel, it's mine!", one sister murmured, afraid of getting swatted.

"Please don't give them are things..." 'the 'lawyer' cried.

"No, no, give them everything, just let him have it all...just don't put anything else up my butt, no more!", wailed the mother. She laid naked on the cold slab cell floor, moaning. All of them, sneezed repeatedly, as their nude bodies shivered in the cold and drafty cell.

I left the bachelorette partygoers naked inside with the now clothed 'regs'. I was content justice had been served. Over the years I had always saw, 'desk duty', as a burden or something like that, but it turns out, justice can be served even in the holding cells of the precinct. I guess it's never too late to learn something new, whether a spoiled socialite or a crusty old DT.