Bride of Jarvis
by seezinhai

seezinhai@yahoo.com

Political correctness seems to be the order of the day. One must carefully weave through prejudices and preconceived notions or face the wrath of 'insensitivity' training. With that being said; Mitchell and I had a hot lead on a stockbrokering scheme that was so big, it had gotten bloody. We were thrust into the investigation in order to 'expediate' the cases resolution. The downtown bigwigs had put the lean on the captain to assist in the state treasury's ongoing trial of a corrupt brokerage firm.

These son's o' bitches made street punks look tame. Their ability to milk millions from not only the system but unsuspecting clients was an encroaching menace.

We were introduced to Agent Linda Burtowski in the Cap's office. Mitchell and I were game for joint operations; in moderation; but working with a chick was always dicey, if not unwelcome. The three of us hopped into the old Chevy Caprice and high-tailed it to the Van Lowe Tower. It was the second tallest building in the city, standing at seventy plus stories. Somehow a string of supposed suicides surrounding the court proceedings; had culminated with a clear homicide inside the tower. As we raced up the floors on the express elevator, very little small talk was made.

Agent Burtowski seemed competent enough, but chicks were always too soft around the edges for this kind of hardball. In my opinion, women should go back to the kitchens and bedrooms of America. Just an observation...

Upon entering the grandiose lobby of the 68th floor, we were greeted by a smug receptionist.
"Hello, Detective's Jarvis and Mitchell with Agent Burtowski; we'd like to see Adam Spindler, now."

The receptionist made for the intercom but was stopped by Burtowski.

"How's about you just tell us where he is and we'll introduce ourselves?"

THe receptionist was stunned by having her wrist grabbed so sternly. She quickly yelped out the location of the man in question. He was inside the conference room. As we strode away the receptionist mumbled as she massaged her wrist.

"Bitch"

Agent Burtowski stopped dead in her tracks. She turned back toward the cute receptionist and slapped her fast across the mouth. Burtowski then grabbed her by her long brown hair and slung her across the large mahogany desk. Switchboard lines, coffee cups and notepads fell to the floor along with the rather shapely receptionist. In one swift motion the tough burly agent slapped cuffs onto the now frightened young woman.

" Detective Mitchell, I believe this woman is involved in the murder we're currently investigating. I want this entire desk area ripped up for evidence along with her car. Then toss her ass in lockup. But first, I want this bitch thoroughly strip-searched, right now, right here! That's an order."

"Hey!", cried out the shocked youngster.

"Hey? That's all you got to say. I've just changed your whole fucking day and that's all you got?!"

Burtowskit smacked the receptionist hard with the opposited hand. Whoa, this chick is ambidextrious! Mitchell looked toward me as if I had some kinda input. I shrugged, then followed the now fuming Burtowski, toward the conference room. Once inside she made a b-line for this Spindler guy. The room of 'white collars' jerked to attention. The man upfront who was giving a presentation stopped speaking.

' Mr. Spindler, who here is Mr. Spindler?", Burtowski shouted, as she strode down the table's length.

Adam Spindler stood from his chair. She instructed everyone to remain inside the conference room. I clutched the nervous rich boy by the arm and lead him into another room with Burtowski trailing. She scoured the room looking for any troublemakers. We grilled the easily influenced young man for over twenty minutes. Burtowski stepped back and allowed me to do the bulk of the talking. I appreciated that. So far she was an okay broad. The CSI unit had wrapped up their end of the location earlier in the day on the opposite end of the floor.

Spindler had said everything he could to keep himself outta cuffs and toss someone else into the hotseat. That person was likely a female co-worker.
Footprints had been taken from the crime scene. Before the son of a bitch was whacked he was havin wine and cheese with somebody who traipsed about his private office's kitchen; barefoot. Spindler had been able to give us details which lead to Burtowski's next tirade.

She burst through the doors which lead back into the conference room.

"Okay, I need every bitch in this room to follow me, now."

In the room of fourteen people, five were women. There was shuffling and chatter from the high falutin' office folk.

" I didn't fuckin' stutter. All bitches follow me or else. "

The women reluctantly arose from their fancy leather chairs. Some attempted to gather their things.

" I did not say get your shit. I said bring your ass! "

" You don't have to talk to us in that manner, whoever you are. You haven't even introduced yourself. ", one of the women exclaimed.

I stepped back to see how the brash agent would handle the naysayer. I knew how I'd take care of it. Still, this was a boardroom not an alley. While the other business gals sauntered softly toward the entrance of the hallway.
Burtowski eyed the eldest associate partner, who had her arms folded and beamed directly back at my temp partner.

"Oh well, excuse me. My name is Agent Burtowski. Let me apologize for my rude behavior", Burtowski said; as she extended her hand.

"Lillith Sanders, vice president in chaaaaaaaaarge..."

As the thick affimative woman reached for the agent, she was greeted by the most forceful wrist twist I ever seen in my thirty plus years on the force. You could hear cartilage tear in the rich bitch's forearm. She screamed so loudly that the men instinctively wanted to help. But my presence and the severity of the situation, down the hall; gave them much pause.

Burtowski slammed her face and chest hard against the fancy carved table. She grabbed a handful of Ms. Sanders's panties from under her pants with the opposite hand and virtually lifted her off the floor; as she lead her out into the hall. Sanders was visibly hurt but even more so, embarassed by the agent's handling of her. The wedgie formed caused the proud associate partner to scream and walk with an odd and troubled stride. The other four women quickly stepped into the foyer.

Upon entering the large and quiet secretary's hall; we were greeted by the sight of the receptionist squatting as instructed by good ol' Mitchell. The other partners were stunned at the sight of their receptionist bare naked in the workplace. The young presumably new college grad; coughed at the request of my partner. Tears flowed from her face at a pace to make Niagara envious.

Lillith Sanders's purple panties were pulled past her shoulders by the angered agent. Burtowski tossed Sanders into a wall and instructed the rest of them to stand their as well.

" Ok, ladies I need everyone to take off their shoes and socks or stockings."

The women looked confused and moved too slowly for the impatient agent.

" Come on people this is a murder investigation. Cooperation here may help you out when this place goes down in a few weeks. Or your obstrucion may lead to extra penalties along with your bad bookeeping. Now move it!"

The agent opened her briefcase and brandished a large inkpad and roller. The prints recovered at the scene, could match one of these broads feet; or so goes the thinking. The group of business elites was slightly embarassed at having to show their naked feet to us. Which is why I alway enjoyed forcing women to do so. Compounded with the fact that their hot little receptionist was stark naked and the top exec was still screaming and holding her swollen wrist; the girls complied.

The one on the far left was attractive, a short haired blond with soft blue eyes. She wore a skirt that accentuated her hour glass figure. Next to her was a tall brunette wearing a pantsuit. I hated pantsuits. Curse that fag, french designer for inventing them. Women should were dresses if anything at all. The brunette had long hair and you could tell she was the youngest of the bunch by at least a decade. In the middle, was the whimpering old bag who got her wrist sprained and likely broken. She kicked her shoe off and removed her stocking as best she could with one arm. She was still fuckable with big brown eyes flooded with tears and a wide bosom and rather svelte waistline. Her butt was big and well defined in her beige pantsuit, Ugh. To her right was the cutest of the five. This hot little piece had long curly brown hair and a model's body. Slight curves and tits and ass poking out of her blouse and skirt, respectively. She had to reach under her skirt and pull down her stockings from her waist. She was as discreet as she could be. My eyes never looked away. On the end was a well proportioned black chick, wearing two long braids. Her skin was soft yellow and the bitch even had freckles.

Mitchell finished his search of the receptionist as the girls stood in line for their foot prints. The receptionist sobbed to the point of gagging.

"Toss her in the cruiser and don't give her shit to put on her ass, got it?!"

The other women looked on as they all stood barefoot. I was excited at watching the feast of fifty naked toes before me. The agent ordered me to begin gettin each and every last one of their footprints. I've never been so happy to take orders from a bitch in all my life.

I started at the right end. The black chick was not amused at having the large roller placed at the sole of her left foot. I held her ankle as she pressed down onto the first page of the large sketch pad. With ink still on her left foot; I took hold of right foot and rolled the ink across her pretty yellow foot. With the printing completed, she was ordered to sit against the wall. She stood at first, until both Burtowski and I yelled in unison...

"No, sit down on the floor, now!"

If I didn't know any better I'd swear we had just had a moment. The yellow skinned snob quickly plopped her ass to the carpet.

I moved onto the next in line; the cute little model. Her bouncy brown hair hung as a she balanced on one foot to raise her other one. She had well pedicured feet. Very suckable, I thought. I clutched her ankle and slammed her foot onto the pad, making certaing to press each toe fully for a complete print. As we do with finger scanning back at the precinct. She requested a papertowel to wipe away the ink from her first foot. I ignored her as she placed the inky foot back onto the plush carpeting. I forcibly raised her other ankle to begin inking that one.

Meanwhile, Mitchell was at the elevator waiting for it to show. Burtowski walked paperwork over to my big black partner as he held the convulsing young graduate. Her head and hair were soaked in tears and snot as it hung in shame. Her sexy nude body was beautiful and Mitchell made certain to keep her arms tucked high behind her. This kept her bent sharply; with breasts slinging about and her butt pointing outward. Several times she attempted to fall to the floor but the pain of her arms in a 'double chicken wing'; kept her on her toes. Burtowski gave him the paperwork and slapped the pleading murmur of the receptionist quiet with a hard swat across her bare ass.

I didn't have time to think about the logistics of a naked woman being dragged through a large office complex; I had feet to ink. Besides, this was Agent Burtowski's gig, I was only a 'hired hand'. I went to the old bag with the snapped wrist. This bitch just wouldn't stop sobbing and gurgling out threats. Burtowski slapped her square across the face.

"...you call your fucking lawyer, bitch. See if my boss gives a shit. Now raise your goddamn foot!"

I rolled ink over her foot. She also had well aligned toes. This Sanders chick looked to be in her early fifties, but I'm sure she was a practicing 'cougar'. I made certain to over ink her right foot as it mushed into the sketch pad. The prints of her feet were put alongside the others on top of the large table inside the elegant foyer.

Next was the tall brunette. No more than thirty even, by my guess. She had a great figure hiding under her pantsuit. Her feet were big, she looked to have the biggest shoe size of the five. Her toes were painted soft silver with glitter. Yum. I took great joy in rolling the roller across her naked foot. She sighed and frowned at me as I pressed her foot into her sheet of the sketch pad. Next to that print, I pushed her other foot onto the sheet. Her print set now rested at the table with the others. Her toes wiggled uncomfortably at the ink residue.

Finally it was the blond smoothie. She had a thick but shapely frame. Before I could fully move to her, she already had her foot raised and ready. Submissive one, she is, I thought. I made quick work of her left foot. A chunky and soft tanned foot; making certain that each little crevice of her toes was imprinted, well. She sheepishly raised her right foot. That's when I caught that slightest hint of 'stank' coming from her toes. It turned me on. In fact, the tense day in the boardroom dealing with such a financial fallout, publicly; left all the women a little sweaty at the feet.

I stood up and looked at these bizzy bitches. The ink was clearly itching their feet. They each sat before us; toes wiggling at a quickened pace. The napkins could wait, however. The chick agent compared the prints with a print she pulled out of her briefcase.

It matched the young brunette's.

Burtowski quickly grabbed her all the while hurling vicious epithets her way.

" Assume the position, bitch. Spread you legs wide...wider!"

The tall brunette attempted to explain herself, but the agent had her spread-eagled at the wall. Burtowski patted her down in the most obscene of ways.
She clutched at her tits and unhooked her bra. The woman's bracelet was ripped off. It looked expensive. She cupped fully each of the sexy exec's buttocks and gave her a powerful wedgie.

"aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!", the brunette screamed; as her panties drove sharply up the crack of her ass.

The other women tried to stand but, I instinctively told them to sit back down. Personally, I was enjoying the show and was hoping the rest of em' wouldn't get off the hook. The brunette, named Crissy Newsome; was cuffed and forced to lean her chest over the table. I called Mitchell so that he could grab her. Burtowski then removed more items from her briefcase. I was instructed to get swabs of the womens' saliva for DNA.

The women all obediently opened their mouths as I took large swabs of saliva from their mouths'. I got all of their samples and we were on our way. The four remaining ladies of the executive suite were definitely relieved.

One hour later...

Mitchell and I along with Agent Burtowski and our two perps rolled into the underground entrance to the precinct. Chrissy Newsome whined and shouted her innocence all the while. By the time we were pulling her out of the backseat; I had a headache. I took hold of Ms. Newsome while the snotty receptionist was left to Burtowski. Two things here, I hate that 'Ms.' shit, and the receptionist passed out in the back seat her head resting on ol 'Mitch'.

We tossed the fully naked receptionist into a cell with plenty of dykes for her to play with. Her tits were quickly fondled and her ass pinched before the cell gate had even shut behind her. We lead Ms. Newsome into an interrogation room. She made cries for her lawyer but the were quieted with a fierce slap of the face by my fed partner.

" Shut your fucking mouth, Chrissy Newsome. Shut it or I'll shut it for you, understand?! Now, Stand over there against the wall and take off your clothes. Every stitch, do you understand me? ", ordered Agent Burtowski.

The tall brunette must've had the most speechless look on her face. She had on a lot of stuff, too. Jewelry, jackets; this was gonna be long and humiliating.

" No! I've had enough of your shit, bitch. I want to see my lawyer right now. I'm rich and successful. I've got three homes and six cars. I don't take shit from nobody, especially a two bit minimum wage earning pig bitch! Now give me my fucking phone call now! "

Agent Burtowski and I locked eyes and giggled slightly at our angered perp. We where having a second moment. Burtowski took a deep breath and look back at Chrissy Newsome and then back at me in a 'well what are we gonna do with this one' expression. In a soft but stern tone...

" Chrissy Newsome uber-professional that you are; if you do not remove everything you have on so that I may proceed with this investigation; I will order in a team of men to forcibly remove your clothing for you. "

The rich exec scoffed at this threat vowing that she was not a receptionist; blah blah blah. A part of me was slightly worried at the prospect of fallout from frisking such a high-end bitch; Burtowski had no such qualms. She stuck her head outside and gave a whistle. A loud rud street gang style whistle. Nextk three men; large men, and one fat woman entered the interrogation room. Each wearing thick armor and brandishing nightsticks.

The men rushed the annoyed executive. This cocky bitch had the nerve to have her arms folded. She kept yelling about her rights and wanting to see the firm's lawyer. Once she was subdued, she only yelled incoherently. Two of the men grabbed her fiercely. One took hold of her arms by reaching over her shoulders and locking his hands behind her back. The other clutched both legs. Chrissy squirmed and shrieked. But the crew was too busy to listen. Agent Burtowski and I stood back and watched. I gotta say, I enjoy watching a bitch stripped without having to do the work myself.

Chrissy was tossed onto her stomach atop the center interrogation table. THe burly woman cop ripped off her shoes and her fancy stocking. The other one was probably still back at the conference hall. The Lady officer then undid Chrissy's belt. WIth a huge tug at her waist, the cop pulled down her pants. This illicited new cries of helplessness from our little executive. Meanwhile removed her earrings and pearl necklace. Next, her began to raise her blazer over her head; with the cooperation of the 'pinning' officers. Chrissy struggled to no avail as her pants where smoothly pulled from her legs, exposing her cute 'VIcki's Question' panties. Probably cost of fortune; lodi dah! The male officer busied himself with her blouse as Chrissy's voice grew hoarse. Each arm was meticulously raised to assist in the extraction of her posh black blouse. Her flowing black hair now bunched up as the blouse was tight around her face. At one point she attempted to bite the officer's hand. Prompting him to smack her hard on the top of her head. She didn't try that again. The blow dizzied her heavy and she was much more compliant afterward.

Chrissy Newsome was now down to her bra and panties. She simply sobbed as her bra was carefully unhooked. Each arm stretched outward over her head. While the female officer pulled off her soft pink lace panties. The two officers held her still, while my new best friend Burtowski put on latex gloves. The female officer took each ankle and spread them out wide The other male officer did the same with her wrists. BUrtowski stuck her hand deep into a vat of oil and held the hand up in a most sinister manner.

" I'm gonna make this a night to remember, bitch! "

One of the pinning officers turned to face Chissy's butt. While holding her down with his armpit and biceps he grabbed the attractive executive's ass cheeks and spread them wide. Ms. Newsome screamed louder than ever. Her ass wagged within his grip and the fancy exec let out a series of poots; which brought laughter to everyone involved. Burtowski shoved three greasy-gloved fingers straight up Chrissy's poop chute. Chrissy began to squeal and bark as she raised her head in an attempt to watch.

Burtowski was essentially sodomizing the sorry cunt as she pleaded for mercy. THe agent's hand went deep inside Chrissy's rectum. Within a minute or two; her entire hand was inside the exec's butt. The fist went in and out and in and out; over and over again. Chrissy was being ass raped and I loved every minute of it. Finally, Chrissy fainted, her limp body still as the thrusts continued. Chrissy asshole was deep red. Not that the rest of her body wasn't sweaty and red already, but...

When the agent removed her fist from Chrissy's ass their was a huge pop and the stench was incredible. Burtowski removed the stinky glove and excused the four man stripping crew. She even allowed the lady officer to keep all of the expensive clothes, jewelry and underwear of Chrissy's. What a nice gal, I thought.

Chrissy lay naked atop the interrogation table on her face and stomach. She slightly came to as Burtowski put on another glove and applied more lube. Undeterred, the agent shoved her hand deep into the exec's pussy. At this point, I was holding her hindquarters spread to ease access for my new crush, Burtowski. We locked eyes as she continued to hand fuck the semi-conscious rich gal. It was over ten minutes of fisting and it prompted Chrissy Newsome to orgasm four times. Each time was a hard orgasm. When she was finally finished and had removed her fist from the once feisty bitch's cunt; she made a rudimentary search. Up the nose, down the throat, armpits, tits, between the toes. Good clean fun...well not clean, but...

We recuffed grabbed the silent and weakened Chrissy Newsome and pulled her to a seated position on the table. We confirmed certain information she had given us. At this point, I took her by the arm and lead her out the room. Agent Burtowski slapped her on her sweaty left cheek as we exited. The hallway was busy with activity as we passed virtually the entire station on our way back down to the cells. She hung her head as her tits bounced in front of her and her cheeks flapped behind her. The men of the station where definitely appreciative while more than a few dykes turned their heads, as well.

Once we got downstairs, we walked past the main desk for perp check-in.

Burtowski lead the way as I brought along the naked exec to the holding cells. Inside one, we saw our old receptionist friend busily eating the pussy of one of the larger gals. We called for her and when she turned around, we saw a swollen eye. That's what smart mouth bitches get in the 'clink'. We grabbed her still fully naked ass out of lockup. She practically leapt into my arms. Both Chrissy and the receptionist where beleaguered beasts in need of relief. Each stood naked shoulder against the wall as instructed by Burtowski.

Burtowski high on herself, clearly, decided to make a powerplay. She ordered all the women perps inside the cell out and to line up. I could see the turnkeys looking suspiciously but I motioned to them, that it was cool.

" Ok, everybody strip down to your naked asses, now! Throw all your shit on the fucking floor. Strip! "

" Everybody shut up! Place your right shoulder on the wall and stand there."

The women complied angrily. Some were beauties but most where so-so or worse. It wasn't long before the hall reeked of ass and feet. Once they were all naked, the two of us walked along the line berating them. We forced the inmates to press against each other.

" I need this line tight! ", I yelled.

"Tight as your pussies' used to be!", the agent retorted.

"Twat to crack, twat to crack! " we yelled in unison.

We were at opposite ends of the 'cattle line', pressing their flesh flush against each other. Slapping thighs, butts, tits and arms along the way. We met at the middle and shared another smile. The cute receptionist couldn't stop convulsing in place. All of the women shivered. Chrissy's tit's were firmly against the receptionist, bare back. Shit, what was the dumb little secretary's name?. I asked Burtowski and she grinned wide and shrugged. Chrissy's pussy was slammed up on the receptionist's ass cheeks. Her own ass was packed against a decent looking hooker's.

There was about thirty naked female perps lining the wall and it made for a visual feast for the 'turnkeys'. The guards themselves would never have pulled of such a stunt. The downtown lockup typically handles showers and mass strippings of the sort.

"See, I got em all ready for the showers. Who says the feds and city cops can't work together?! "

The guards laughed loudly as we walked out of the dungeon to the car. Burtowski had clearly won me over and the rest of the boys at the precinct. Now we were off to pick up two of the ladies we had let go earlier. The thick blond exec and the short curly brown haired one. This would be fun. I hadn't had a date like this in years.