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<h1 align="center">Police Work</h1>
By Groblek

Officer Dana Scott sighed as she left the department store. Just another case of shoplifting - she had been called in to talk to the young thief, put a bit of a scare in him. She smiled, remembering the way his eyes kept glancing at the gun on her hip. She'd certainly given him a scare, that's for sure. He seemed afraid that she'd turn it on him right there. Nonsense, really - if she were to use it unnecessarily, she'd lose her badge for sure! Still, if it kept him on the straight and narrow, she certainly wasn't going to correct his mistaken belief. She wondered if her partner, Tanya was doing anything interesting at the other end of the mall. Probably not, mall duty tended to be pretty dull; mostly sitting around and letting the security guards handle things. The police were only called in if something serious happened, or if they needed to put a scare into some kid, which happened altogether too often. Oh well, Dana didn't really mind being bored, she was just impatient for her shift to end. She and Don were going out to dinner in the evening to celebrate their anniversary.
An urgent beeping from the com at her belt interrupted her musings. She reached for it, and opened the lid. "Dana here, what's up?"
"Dana, we have a fugitive heading your way - Sally and Beth caught him trying to rob the bank over on Third Street, but he jammed the capture field and got away. The feedback knocked Sally unconscious, but she'll recover OK. He took off in your general direction. Here's what he looks like." A holographic image appeared in the display, and Dana studied it carefully. The man was short, with brown hair and a beard. "He is unarmed - Beth managed to make sure of that, but he lost her in the crowd outside the mall."
"Understood, I'll keep an eye out. If I find him, he won't get away. You can be sure of that. Dana out." She put away the com, and walked over to a doorway in the back of the mall. She walked in to the monitoring station for the security cameras in this section of the mall, waving to the guard on duty.
"What's up, Dana?"
"I just got a bulletin from headquarters - they're looking for a man who tried to rob the Central bank. He jammed the capture field and ran off. Here's what he looks like." She said, pulling out the hologram.
"A jammer, eh? That's pretty expensive, even for a bank robber. Illegal as hell, too." He studied the screens for several minutes, then spoke. "What do you make of this?" He paused the display, pointing at the image of a man. "Now imagine your suspect without the beard - see the resemblance?"
Dana peered at the image for a while, then spoke. "Hmm... That could well be him. You've got good eyes, Jake. Where is he now?"
"Hang on." Jake typed some commands into the central computer, then spoke again. "He's a cocky bastard - he's in the McDonalds on level 2, ordering a burger."
"I'll go check it out. Thanks, Jake."
"Anytime."
Dana headed over to the McDonalds - it only took her a few minutes. Sure enough, the suspect was sitting at one of the booths near the door. She walked over to him. "Excuse me sir, may I have a word with you?" She asked politely.
"Certainly, officer," he said, standing up. As he did so, he suddenly shoved her, sending her stumbling sideways, then took off running out the door. She recovered quickly, then stepped out, drawing her gun and yelling, "Stop right there!" Most of the crowd parted, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire, and as soon as she had a clear shot, Dana fired. A violet beam shot out of the gun and engulfed the running man, dragging him back towards her. She saw him stop fighting the beam, waiting for her to switch over to the implant so he could trigger his jammer. Well, she would just have to oblige him, Dana thought with a smile. She felt a tingling in her crotch, telling her that he was in range of her implant, then touched a button on her uniform and the skirt rolled up, showing her naked body underneath. She felt a pulse as the implant locked onto the fugitive, and she triggered the capture device, turning off the gun and re-holstering it. Now, the man began to struggle, pressing buttons on his watch, and trying to zigzag back and forth to break the field's hold. Dana smiled as he was drawn closer. Her implant was not one of the low-power civilian models with a field that a child could break if they wanted, nor was it standard police issue, like Sally's, that could be jammed by his little toy. She was ex-military, and had been allowed to keep her implant when she left the army to become a police officer. It would take a lot more than that toy of his to break her hold. As the man came within 10 feet of her, Dana lay down, spreading her legs. She watched as he was dragged to the floor, his head turned towards her. His face held a look of anger and disbelief as the field parted Dana's vaginal lips and drew his head into her opening. She smiled as he continued to struggle, despite the futility of the gesture, and soon his feet had disappeared within her, her belly swelling as he was placed into storage. Finally, she felt him go limp inside her, as the implant knocked him unconscious for transport.
She stood up, her skirt falling back down to cover her body and concentrated on the figure within her. She smiled as his mind opened up to her probing - no wonder he had run away when she found him - this was the infamous Matt Dawson, the one who almost succeeded in robbing the Federal Reserve! He'd managed to break out of the holding cell that the Feds had put him in, but they had his DNA on file. If she'd been able to run a scan on him, he'd have been found out for sure - so he tried to run. Not that it had done him any good. She reached for the com again, and reported everything to headquarters. Lisa in dispatch was certainly surprised, and she called back a few minutes later.
"Dana, I told the Feds that you caught Dawson. This time they're not trusting anything but organic storage to hold him, so one of their agents is coming here to pick him up. She should be here tomorrow."
"Damn! That's going to ruin my evening with Don."
"I don't think he'd get in the way too much at dinner."
"No, it's after dinner that will be the problem."
"Oh, so you've those kind of plans, eh?" Lisa said slyly.
"You bet - it's so much more fun when they're willing. And Don is very willing." Dana said with a smirk.
Lisa's image laughed. "And then you don't have to knock them unconscious afterwards. Don't worry - I'll take Dawson for you when your shift ends."
"Thanks, Lise." Dana said, relieved.
"Just remember, you owe me one. See you later. Dispatch out."
As Dana put away the com, Tanya walked up to her. "I hear you nabbed Dawson. Nice job, girl." She said, looking meaningfully at Dana's swollen belly.
"Yeah, but now I've got to carry him around for the rest of the day. One man or twenty, you always look like you're carrying a pair of beach balls around inside you."
"Comes with the territory. At least he's not a murderer or a rapist - they always leave me feeling so dirty afterwards." She shuddered. "And you'll be able to really put a scare into the shoplifters now."
Dana smiled. "That's true. Not that there are very many rapists anymore. Even the civilian version can manage to capture someone at point-blank range. And make it very uncomfortable for the captive." Dana said with a wicked grin. "Come on, let's see who they want us to terrorize next."
By the time the shift was over, Dana guessed that she'd scared the shit out of a half-dozen young shoplifters, and probably deterred as many more thefts just by standing there. Somehow it just seemed so much more frightening to be arrested when it meant being held captive inside the arresting officer - though the civilian version of the implant was quite popular. The psych boys were still working on explaining it - all that mattered to Dana was that it kept people out of trouble.
She walked into the station, and was greeted by Lisa, who'd just finished her shift as well. "There you are. Come on, let's get this over with."
"I'll be glad to. I'm in a bit of a hurry to get home and change."
"I thought you would be, so I set everything up already. Come on."
Dana followed Lisa into the transfer room, where Lisa had indeed set up everything. She inspected the equipment briefly, checking that all the dials were set properly, then retracted her skirt and lay down on the operating table, placing her feet in the stirrups, and feeling them move apart, positioning her so that her implant was aligned properly with Lisa's. Lisa waited until the machine had aligned them, then pressed the button to begin. Dana felt her implant tingle pleasantly as a beam of green light shot across the small space between them, gauging the distance to Lisa's opening. Then she felt the familiar pressure build inside her, and she saw Dawson's legs emerge from her body, surrounded by a violet light. The legs were guided along the green guide beam, until they entered Lisa's vagina. Lisa moaned softly as the rest of Dawson followed his legs, her belly swelling as he filled her. Finally, the process finished and the beams disappeared.
Dana climbed off of the table. "Well, now he's your responsibility, Lise. You get to waddle around for a while."
Lisa smirked. "Oh, I don't mind at all. After all, that's what all those exercises are for, and I like having someone inside me. Preferably several, all awake and struggling, though. We haven't had a good riot to control in a while." She said, looking down at her belly in mock disappointment. "Besides, you'll be waddling around later this evening yourself, mmm?"
Dana laughed. "You're really perverted, you know, Lise."
"Aren't we all? That's why we stay with this job." Lisa smiled, standing up and stretching. "Now, go out and show that husband of yours a good time."
"Thanks, Lise. You can be sure I will." Dana said, smiling as she walked out of the station. The drive home was uneventful, and she managed to shower and change clothes before Don got home. When he did arrive, she greeted him with a hug and a quick kiss. As she helped him change into the blue silk shirt she'd given him for his birthday, he asked how her day went. When she told him, he smiled.
"Well, that's quite a feather in your cap, catching a famous bank robber like that."
"I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. And have an implant he couldn't jam." She said, depreciatingly. "I'm just glad Lise was willing to take him for me."
"Yes, I'll have to remember to thank her for that. Excuse me, milady, but nature calls." He said, slipping into the bathroom.
When he emerged, she smiled at him. "Ready to go, milord? She asked playfully.
"Ready if you are, fair lady." He said, taking her arm. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you look in that dress? The red doth suit you exceedingly well."
She smiled at him. "Why thank you, milord. Perhaps later, I shall allow thee opportunity to see how I look without it, so that thou mayest make a fair comparison."
"I shall remind thee of thy offer later, milady. For now, however, our carriage awaits." He led her out to the car, and drove them to the fancy restaurant they had selected for dinner.
The dinner was excellent, and afterwards, they went dancing. Don had found a group that held Victorian-style balls, and had persuaded them to have their next one that evening. Dana was delighted. "You've really outdone yourself this time, love." She said as they whirled around in the opening waltz.
"Well, I know how much you love these things, and the owner of this place is an old friend of mine. Talking the group into holding the ball was the easy part - all I had to do was supply the room, and they jumped at the chance."
"Of course they did, darling - you only offered them the use of the fanciest ballroom in the city! There's no way that they would turn that down." She replied, smiling at him. "What did I ever do to get someone as wonderful as you?"
"As I recall, you flirted outrageously with me for months until I finally got up the courage to ask you out." Don said, chuckling.
"Well, it worked, didn't it?" Dana said, her eyes twinkling, as the dance ended.
Don responded by kissing her.
They spent the rest of the evening dancing, occasionally with other partners, but mostly together. Finally, the last waltz ended, and Don escorted Dana to the car. They drove home, and went inside. As he closed the door, Don exclaimed. "Whew, I'm exhausted. That dancing really takes a lot out of you."
"Not too exhausted, I hope." Dana said, giving him a seductive look.
He smiled. "On second thought, I'm not all that tired after all."
"Good, because you still have some comparing to do." She said, leading him into the bedroom, where she demonstrated the main advantage of her dress - its ease of removal.
After a great deal of pleasant exertions, the couple lay in bed, relaxing in each other's arms. Finally, Dana spoke, "Ready to sleep yet, beloved?"
He kissed her before answering. "I thought you'd never ask." He moved to the foot of their peculiarly long bed, and lay down, his feet pointed towards the headboard, where Dana lay with her legs spread wide. "One to beam in, Mrs. Scott"
"Aye-aye, Captain," she replied in her best Scottish accent, as she triggered her implant. The violet beam shot out and grabbed his feet, slowly pulling them towards her. As his feet entered her vagina, Dana felt Don start to wiggle them, purposefully stroking her most sensitive regions. She moaned in pleasure, slowing the process further to prolong the sensations. When she had nearly taken his entire lower body inside her, Don sat up, and Dana strained to pause the field as she took him in her arms for an embrace. They kissed, and she moaned into his mouth as he wriggled a bit more inside her. When they parted, she smiled at him, saying, "Mmm... You sure know how to please a woman, love."
"That just shows you the value of regular practice." He said, smiling. She felt him stretch inside her again, and gasped.
"Mmm... Um, love, I can't hold back much longer."
He kissed her briefly, then lay back down as Dana loosened her restraint on the process. He kept his hands free for a long while, caressing various parts of her body as she inexorably drew him inward, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Finally, he plunged both arms deep within her as her body swallowed his shoulders. Dana let out a loud cry of pleasure as she strained to halt the process once more. It took an extreme effort of will to pause the process this far into it, but Dana was well rewarded as her husband began to lick at her clitoris and inner thighs, while caressing her from within with his hands. Dana writhed in ecstasy, finally losing control as Don's ministrations brought her to a thundering orgasm.
When she finally came down from the orgasmic high, she felt Don wiggling around deep within her, finding a comfortable position in her womb. She just lay there for a few moments, recovering from their exertions, and enjoying his movements within her. When he had settled down inside her, she focused her concentration on the form inside her swollen belly. She felt his mind open willingly to her, and surrendered herself to his mental embrace. As always, she lost all sense of time as the tide of his love filled her being. After a time, their thoughts became more focused, sharing fully their memories of the wonderful evening they had just spent together, and opening the most hidden parts of their minds to each other. Such sharing was indescribable bliss for both of them, but finally Dana felt her husband gently disentangle himself from their mental embrace as his body dragged him down into sleep. The last coherent thought she felt from him was a gentle "Goodnight" as he fell into a deep slumber within her.
Dana lay back in bed, one hand gently tracing her husband's sleeping form through her huge belly. When she got to the tiny scar that marked the surgery for her implant, she paused to trace its outline on her body. Once again, she understood why this wondrous invention had been adopted so rapidly by the nation, once it had become public. It certainly had its benefits.
She smiled sleepily as she reflected on how fully it had changed society. To think, at one time, women had been considered unsuitable for police work! With a mental chuckle, she let herself drift off to a very pleasant sleep.
 
 
 
 
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