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As soon as the family was alone in the room, Carrie pressed a button on her phone. The guard was out, but security cameras still recorded the inside of the room. As soon as that button was pressed, though, the hacking code Alice had crafted not only gained access into the station’s feed of every holding room, but she had programmed to actually replay a specific 20 minute cut, in a time spam Alice deemed to be between her family’s entrance and the agent’s one. The guard supervising the footage of each security camera was seeing a conversation that had already occurred between three seated women. The bad quality of the video did not help him decipher whether the girl was gagged or not.
Carrie then swiftly took out a bobby pin she already had inside her red hair and started fidgeting with Alice’s cuffs. Fiona was still recovering from Alice’s apparent sudden panic attack. “What are you doing?!” she said, somehow both with a whisper and a yelp. Her mother did not reply, too busy working her magic on these cuffs, just like she had countless times before.
As soon as Alice’s hands were freed, the woman reached behind her head undoing the straps of her gag. Fiona’s expression had changed from shock into one of strict disapproval mixed with worry. “Are you actually trying to escape? I’m not going to jail as your accomplice” she made her intentions crystal clear with an anxious, worried voice. “Stop this or I’m alerting the guard!” she gave her mother and sister one last chance to behave. Her voice was almost trembling.
“I’m not escaping”, Alice said with a mischievous smile, free of the gag, which she was now twirling in her hand like a toy. Fiona furrowed her eyebrow when she saw the predatory look her twin sister was giving her, as she moved slowly towards her. “I’ll exit the gates in a leisurely stroll…” she said, zipping down her jumpsuit from neck to bellybutton, and stepping out of the oversized bodysuit. She was only in her bra and Brazilian panties now. Well, that and her black prison sneakers.
A scream formed between Fiona’s vocal chords. But by the time it had travelled through her voice box and out of her mouth, a hand was there to stifle it. To Fiona’s grim realization, that hand was her mother’s! As she stood behind her, Carrie also gathered both her daughter’s arms, locking them behind her back from the inside of her elbows.
“MMMMMMMMFFF!!!” Fiona kicked at her approaching sister, both her slim legs swinging furiously at the air, but Alice simply pounced on her a beat later, shoving the panel gag over her face and running alongside her mom to fasten the straps. “A little quicker…” Carrie said with urgency, fighting with both her hands to keep the arm-lock on the screaming redheaded banshee.
10 minutes were left until the agents’ returned to take Alice away.
“GGGnnnnnnnnnmllllmmmgggg!” Fiona had been silenced efficiently, but the duo had still much work and little time. “The dress!” Alice said as softly as her adrenaline allowed her. Carrie swiftly moved her hands from her daughter’s arms to her delicate dress, grabbing it from both sides and pulling it up to remove it. The gagged Fiona flailed to stop this, but with her dress’ flowy bottom raised over head and arms, effectively encasing her, she could only flail blindly. The struggle caused both Carrie and Fiona to fall on the floor, the older woman trying to pull the dress clean off, as it was currently stuck on Fiona’s beautiful chest. Fiona’s underwear where now also visible, a cream-colored bra and matching boring slip-panties.
Meanwhile, the guard outside was checking his phone, lightly singing to himself to pass the time. Officer Rodriguez paid no attention to him, as she and her “goons” had just finished “briefing” another inmate.
“MMMMmmggggg!!!” Fiona could only continue screaming for help as Alice grabbed the opportunity to jump on the unsuspecting girl’s tummy, straddling Fiona in reverse, facing her legs, and pinning her body down at the same time. She wasted no time trying to work the pant-legs of her very own prison jumpsuit up over her sister’s feet and then through her legs.
Her mother finally got the whole dress off her struggling daughter, who looked up to both now completely wide-eyed, in both terrified disbelief at her own family attacking her, but also a furious struggle. Carrie then pinned her offspring’s wrists down. It took all her strength, since Fiona was bucking like a wild-animal, but in the end, she could only slightly scrape her hands against the floor, but never leaving it.
Alice was being continuously bucked a couple of inches up by Fiona’s hip-thrusting, much like riding a mechanical bull, but these jerks were not strong enough to throw the twin off her sister. Alice finally got the first pant leg on, the second leg followed swiftly after. The three women were engaged in a very much feral struggle. Like two lionesses bringing a poor, unsuspecting gazelle down, one bite at a time.
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