It was quarter to seven in the morning and though our pair of hapless lovers - Franky and Bridgette - were going to be late for work, they couldn't help but allow themselves to become consumed with one another. One thing led to the next and eventually clothes were shed, with the pair falling to the floor whilst holding each other close before getting down to business.
Franky's nipple forced its way into Bridgette's eager mouth, swelling with each suckle the horny lover gave.
"Wow, you're truly fucking sensational!" Franky screamed before grabbing onto the furry rug Bridgette had left between her thighs. Franky liked her natural. "Just like I always wanted you to do it!" she yelped before feeling Franky's entire fist forced inside her hairy gaping maw.
"Hey, you up for some roleplay hot stuff?" Bridgette asked, her top lip curling into a smile. "Only if you're going to be Inspector Gidgette!" Franky laughed, unprepared for what was about to come. Bridgette peeled herself away from her girl, before opening the top drawer of the bedside table. Slowly, out came a pair of black gloves; "Time for ME to become The Freak," Bridgette snarled. But Franky wasn't impressed.
"Get those fucking things OFF!" Franky bellowed, sure the neighbours would hear her distress. Little did she know that everybody had already left to start their day. The passion in Franky's being had been completed drained, but Bridgette was a woman used to dishing out the commands, not taking them. Especially when roleplaying as Miss Ferguson.
"You don't run this prison, I DO!" growled Bridgette, completely enveloped in her character and on the brink of insanity. Franky didn't know what to do, or where to look, but soon it wouldn't matter. Bridgette grabbed Franky by the back of her hair, wrenching her head back and eventually smashing it against the bed's headboard. Blood gushed from Franky's nose and though she tried to resist, it was no good. It was as if the spirit of Ferguson and her henchman had entered Bridgette and refused to let go. The icy grip of contempt reigned down on Franky once more, and her right eye began to swell.
With a sudden instinct, Franky remembered the one thing that could save her from further assault. She kept a huge vibrator under the mattress, 11 inches long and heavy containing eight batteries. Weighty and useful, she though, quickly grabbing the device. She managed to wiggle out of Bridgette's grip, and quickly smacked her over the head, knocking her out cold before giving in to the darkness herself...

...When Franky woke up, she was confused to find her hands cuffed together and a blindfold over her eyes. She may have escaped Bridgette for mere moments, but now she was back in her grasps, and the roleplay was going to continue. But then as her eyesight began to find focus, she realised she wasn't in her bedroom anymore. The cuffs on her wrists were binding her down, sure, but to a wheelchair. She was being wheeled past grey upon grey walls, and before too long she recognised the teal uniforms the women in front of her were wearing.
"Welcome back," said Will Jackson. She was back at Wentworth Correctional Facility.