Elizabeth-Bargaining

Elizabeth, of course, was still sitting in her own cell in her torn dress and her sneakers, sipping her chocolate milk and waiting. "So when can I go home?" she asked tentatively.

Diana-Anger

Stefana was a raven-haired, trim young woman in a police dress uniform, complete with high heels and a skirt down to her calves. She walked with quiet confidence over to Diana, who could hear her heels clicking on the floor although she didn't dare to lift her head. Stefana, believing the lesbian to already be in terror, firmly grasped the base of her brown hair. It was this that provoked Diana's rage. She lashed out, trying to jerk up against the tight grip on her hair and pulling one hand up to try and punch Stefana in the guy. In Diana's bent position, Stefana had no trouble getting Diana on her belly and getting handcuffs back on her before pulling her to her feet. "Are you ready to talk, Miss Perdue? You're smart. You're a lawyer, right?"

"Fuck you." Diana snarled, losing her self-control to her rage even as those finely tones thighs tensed and those soft hands tugged at their cuffs.

Stefana tsked and began to unbutton Diana's pants. "Stop!" Diana screamed again and again as her pants and then her panties were tugged down over her legs and left around her feet.

Stefana tapped Diana's thighs lightly with the base of her whip. Not whipping or even smacking them. Just tapping them with the handle to get a feel for them. "Much too muscley for a woman, but I guess your partner in crime liked that in her 'husband'. Please step out of your pants."

"Go to Hell." Diana snarled.

Stefana hit her hard in the belly, making her double over and knocking the wind out of her. She then grabbed her again by her brown hair and tugged her foreward, out of her pants. Diana was now in her suit jacket, blouse, stockings, garter belt, and high heels. She would be stripped further but Stefana paused for a moment to let her observers savor Diana in this state of undress.

Ashley-Uncaptured

Ashley, the slightly older of Diana's nearly twin daughters, was driving home from soccer practice. She was a tall girl with an athletic, developed frame. Her skin was a little tan from all the time she spent outdoors but she was still much fairer than the people of the country. Her body was now sheened in sweat and her uniform, with its knee socks, tiny shorts, and jersey, was soaked through. Her brown hair was back in a ponytail. She had no idea what was in store for her.