Prison Break (FFF/FFF)

[AlexUSA3]

Prison Break
Saturday, November 09, 2024

"Warden, do you think stuffing the girls in a closet was the best idea?" I asked Nichole.
"Of course, Officer Jamison," Mrs. Petersen turned to me, fully immersed into her character.
Then Jenny, in the cutest tone, asked Nichole, "Sis, does this cop suit make me look fat?"
"Of course not, and you're the cutest Gangsta Princess ever," the brunette sweetly smiled at her.
"I'm glad you came to visit," the little Gangsta Princess jumped into Nichole's arms.
"So am I," Nichole nodded her head and paused to savor the moment, "I've missed you."
"The prisoners!" I reminded my friends of the ongoing cosplay TUG adventure.

Only Jenny could wear a black kerchief bandana with a cop uniform and still look sweet as sugar and be it in reality too! Seriously, it's easy to get Jenny to join us for a cop or pirate cosplay, but anything else is off limits. It's all about the games and friendship for her. It can't be said enough just how much she enjoys TUGs. Long story short, I had taken some friends with me to visit the little rope bunny now that the racing season was a little quieter for her. She had a break between the Formula-whatever races in Las Cruces or wherever it was they raced.

Why tell this story? Because it's a rarity and unusual for Jenny! Heeeee heeeee heeeee!

Anywhere, we were at Jenny's house. Yes, Jenny, a successful engineer, and her husband owned a house, an exquisite and nice place, thanks to their combined income. It was a palace fit for the Gangsta Princess and her Prince. Heeeee heeeee heeeee! Oh, best of all, I had brought the Gangsta Queen with me as well. Well, I had personally locked the doors to the closet, and it was locked from the outside. Yes, I do keep a stash of locking doorknobs so I can swap them on closets during my film productions and during games!

"I'm going to go stand guard!" Jenny volunteered, studying her cousin's police uniform.
"All right," I motioned for her to buzz off and to go watch Joyce and Lauren.

This wasn't anything fancy. Just friends getting into TUGs with friends on a rare occasion where the stars aligned properly so that we could play without little eyes seeing us. We had two friends trapped in a closet in the bedroom as the "prisoners" of our wild little cosplay game. I speak of a former softball star named Lauren Krzyczynski and a friend named Serafina Randaccio.

Poor Jenny is a blonde surrounded by dark-haired folks. Serafina has curly brown locks; Nichole has wavy brown; I have crazily curly brown; and Lauren has jet black. Jenny has blue eyes; each of us four has brown eyes. Jenny stands at only 5'1"; Sera is 5'6"; Nichole is 5'4"; I'm about 5'8"; Lauren is 5'11". Jenny is outnumbered except in her ability to love , where she always wins. We have different backgrounds, but only I went to prison! Heeeee heeeee heeeee!

Despite this, we'd brought our own little flairs to each of our outfits, making sure we were unique in style as well as in spirit. Jenny and I were dressed alike with the cop uniforms featuring white button-up shirts with short sleeves, black pants, black socks, and black combat boots. We gave it our own flair with kerchiefs—Jenny's black as previously mentioned and mine white.

Nichole and I walked and talked. Of course, being the Gangsta Queen in the flesh, Nichole wore a navy bandana as a—you guessed it!—kerchief. No, this was irony, not coordination. She also wore a navy miniskirt, navy canvas sneakers, icy blue knee socks, and an icy long-sleeve t-shirt. I thought she made a cute looking warden, and Jenny naturally agreed. Heeeee heeeee heeeee!

A muffled, gagged voice came from the closet we were using as a cell, "GMMMMMMMM!"
"Did you gag Lauren and Serafina?" I asked Nichole with a bit of surprise in my voice.
"No, did you? I thought they were just in there standing up and normal and all that?"
"Oh, boy," I opened the door, and—surprise!—there was Jenny, taped, gagged, and titties out!
"Mmmmmmmm!" she looked at us and made muffled sounds because of her gag.
Nichole spoke without pausing to think, "Well, I'm certain Lauren's socks are in her mouth." "Wait! How did you figure that out? How did the prisoners escape?" I asked in surprise.
"Jenny's super muffled; Lauren wears bigger-sized socks than Sera, and there are secret passages in here. Also, I suspect Sera is the one who taped and exposed this sweet little rope bunny!"

Apparently, there was this style of taping called "Randaccio taping" because Serafina and all of her siblings loved using it on captives. In this case, Jenny's arms were encased behind her back before she was exposed and wrapped in tape from her shoulders to her waist except for her cute little titties, which were left untaped. Basically, we girls in this house were among the only ones in the world allowed to see Jenny this vulnerable. Her legs were likewise taped from her ankles to her knees and then from her knees to her waist. Many layers of tape wrapped her face with an excessive intensity that apparently was Lauren's. And it was all bright neon orange tape!

Nichole asked pointed questions and quickly confirmed her suspicions. That gag looked as tight as it was, and apparently it tasted horrible based on the faces Jenny was making. Jenny hopped out of the closet with a flurry of loud gag talk and impassioned struggle that made her braid whip around her. She was too adorable to rescue so soon! Instead of helping Jenny, Nichole spun her around and fondled her titties. Heeeee heeeee heeeee!

"Let's go into the secret passage," Nichole pointed, "It's tight, so Jenny has to hop through it."

Secret passages? Sounded like something out of a Saturday morning cartoon. It was there right before my eyes, and I shoved Jenny into the passage like a kid pushing a timid friend into a scary adventure. I should have been more suspicious of this place given the layout and, in a few spots, the thick walls. Man, I was like little Mary-Ann again, filled with awe at discovering some new place to wander and explore, although now I had a home where I was wanted with a husband and children and all sorts of joys that I really just cannot put into words!

Of course, who could resist occasionally teasing Jenny by playfully squeezing her boobs? She'd not changed much over the years, but two shifts among friends were a cute acceptance of a good boob fondling. Orgasm was limited to us girls present. Literally nobody else was allowed in the room when Jenny orgasmed. She was more open to her titties being exposed but still careful and selective about who could see them. She'd seen titties from athletic showers in college and never thought twice about it in that context, but she was delightfully permissive of this now. The best part is that she has the best titties to squeeze in all of the CGC: firm C cups with a bit of give.

BAM! I was suddenly ambushed and pushed into a tight corner in the passageway.

"I kidnap-a you, Marianna!" the Italian accent that was Serafina Randaccio LaRosa's greeted me.
"Nichole, it's a trap!" I yelled to her while two thick zipties quickly incapacitated my arms.
"Enjoy," Serafina cooed in a playfully dominant manner and stuffed her socks in my mouth.
"GNNNKKKK!" I grimaced because she went to the gym wearing those socks.
Sera warned me, "Don't-a spit-a those out," and used a green bandana to cleave gag me.
"GMMM MMMMMMM!" I groaned while Sera grabbed Jenny to prevent her escape.
"Go this-a way!" Serafina pointed down a particular passageway, "I'm-a play-a your teetees."
"GUHHHHHH!" I wailed and looked at her like she was a criminal pervert.

Out we went into a different bedroom, apparently the master by the size of the closet. Jenny was laid on her stomach on the floor, and Serafina took out more of the wide zipties and unbuttoned my shirt. Ha! Sera had all the duds to be a perfect imitation of one of my prison podmates. The Italian girl with the curly brown shoulder-length locks that were extremely gorgeous, if I do say so myself, had a lavender bandana she wore as a—correct!—kerchief to hold her hair back with a lavender t-shirt and black leggings, for lack of more accurate pants. She was indeed barefoot as was stated when she gagged me.

Naturally, Serafina unbuttoned my shirt. Heeeee heeeee heeeee! Then, to steal lines from one of my favorite people, "it was tits out, my friends" with my "34 Double-D floppy French titties" just sagging right out of there because they weren't the firmest titties in the world although they were mine to cherish since God gave me this build when he designed me in my mother's womb. That is a topic I'm finally ready to address—I mean my parents—now that a story is after that day.

It was just the previous Christmas when I got a sudden phone call from my mother. Do keep in mind that my parents so didn't love me that I didn't even know my mother's maiden name until I was 27 years old. She asked like five questions to find out if it was true that I was married, that she was a grandmother from my children, that I was happy, and that I really went to juvie. That was it! She was just curious to find out if the rumors were true. No apologizing for neglecting me, for letting me go hungry, or abandoning me to go on vacation from when I was 9 years old. Nothing. She's heartless. All she said was "Huh, that's interesting. Good for you." Then she hung up on me! It is hard to tell my daughter that her grandparents aren't physically dead when they're emotionally dead. That phone call hurt me more than anything else they ever did to me.

"Now, I'm-a shut-a you up!" Serafina declared and wrapped my face in the orange duct tape.
"GMM HMM HMMMM!" I wailed and struggled dramatically so my titties flopped around.

Then out came the zipties with a vengeance. Two more went on my arms; then Serafina wrapped three more of them around my body—at my waist and either side of my floppy titties! She went all the way with the zipties, too, with a series of black plastic straps binding my legs with a good, firm technique. I was forced onto the floor on my belly, and there I was hogtied from my ankles to my elbows with another of the wide black bands. Sera then hogtied Jenny with orange tape by wrapping around her feet and her mouth with the sticky material. We were helpless! Sweet!

"Now, it's-a time to a-play with-a you two. Lauren will-a get-a Nichole!"
"Did somebody ask for Lauren?!"
"HMMMPH! HMMM HMMMMMMM!" Nichole groaned into her own socks.

Lauren, the Native American with the long jet black braid and piercing brown eyes, wore similar clothing to Sera, but the dissenter had her lavender bandana as a headband instead of a kerchief. Nichole was a mess with her own socks in her mouth, her face wrapped in black tape, and white rope binding her body with strength and security. Her legs were tied four times; her arms were boxtied; she had a harness and a crotch rope, the latter under her skirt; she was hogtied; a white bandana blindfolded her; her titties had been exposed.

"Boooooooobiessssssssss!" Lauren intoned and fondled my and Nichole's titties simultaneously.
"This will be-a fun!" Serafina had my other breast and one of Jenny's.
"Guh huh huh huhhhhhhh," I hammed up the wailing for their entertainment.
"Hmmmmph!" Nichole resisted blindly and passionately.
"GMMMMMMMMMMM!" Jenny always acted like she was kidnapped by slavers or killers.

This was going to be a long session of being dominated. Too long to keep going.

Until next time!
XOXO

[Mrnadal1234555]

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