" The Fosters On The Run " by Ssims64401

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The Fosters on the Run

by Ssims64401




The Fosters on the Run Episode I

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Claire Foster and her now 18 year old daughter Amy Jo were on the lam through several states wanted for several serious offences by the federal government and the states of WVA and VA. This meant local law enforcement departments were on the look out as well. If readers don't recall Amy Jo and her 32 year old mom and had crashed the opening ceremonies of the newly formed Virginia Women's Military Institute after Amy Jo was denied admission due to a minor technicality.

"Ma if they catch us how long are wegoing to prison for?"

"Don't worry your precious head about such things. They aint ever gonna catch us."

A close encounter with the local constabulatory had cost the women their had won trove of uniforms and guns. But the wily Claire already had plans of replenishing them.

Claire knew some of the charges would be assault and battery and either unlawful restraint or kidnapping so grand theft wouldn't add much to the sentences. Money was needed and fast.

The two drove their stolen auto into the small midwest town of Xenobia, OH. While Amy Jo was complaining of there being no mall, Claire was eying the local bank and stores. The trouble was that being in a small town newcomers stuck out like a sore thumb. It wasn't long before Claire and her daughter were spotted and set upon by the busybodies.

Inside the town's largest store KMart, the two felons were set upon by twin sisters Laurel and Maggie Canyon. The two spinsters assailed the two with question and question. But in the end, Amy and Claire got a room at their boarding house and a place to plan their assault on the town.

Claire wondered why the two pretty and swelte 39 years had never married, even in this small towm. They were also voluptuous and had bodies to die for. But their wardrobe could have used a little updating though. Their choice of sun dresses did their hard bodies no justice at all. Their wardrome would be Plan C in a pinch.

"Ma how long are we gonna have to stay here?"

"Quit your whining and be thankful we ain't in a state or federal prison somewhere girl."

"Well it would be your fault." As soon as Amy Jo has finished saying those words she knew immediately she had hit a raw nerve. Whenever Claire became highly irked, her Texas and WVA drawls blended together rendering her with a peculiar accent. Amy knew to retreat into the bathroom until Claire cooled off.

When Claire did she planned to rob the KMart on their payroll. Some quick checking had resulted in Claire discovering that the store also cashed their employees payroll checks as a service. Claire had deduced that between the payroll and the day to day cash on hand, they would be set for a long while.

The plan was to hang around until closing on Thursday night and rob the store that morning after the payroll was dropped off. Amy and Claire thought simple but brilliant. If only they knew they would have kept driving down the Interstate.



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"Mama I think we should jump a couple of these deputies and take their uniforms and rob the bank."

"That's the very reason why you should leave the planning of such things to me dear. Don't you think everyone in this town knows each other?"

Claire had already been giving this robbery some thought. She had wanted to pose as two federal fugitive recovery marshals but Amy Jo looked to young for the role. Claire loved her daughter deeply but she knew that she wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer either. No, another plan was in order. Claire did learn that a good portion of the town's men were off fighting the war or had joined the reserves due to the recession. This meant alot of women were filling newly opened jobs including law enforcement.

Unbeknowst to Amy and Claire, the two busybody twins were listening to their every word. Of course they could not call the PD fast enough. This brought officers Lydia Cole and her partner Malia Henderson racing to the scene but they made the rookie mistake of blaring their squad car's siren. This alerted Claire and the two fugitives lit out the back door.

"What's going on ma?"

"I don't know but five will get you ten it has something to do with those two snoops back there. We'll settle their hash later mark my words."

"We had better get out of this town and fast then."

"But we need money first hon, I think we should rob the Kmart just a litlle quicker than I had planned that's all."

"Malia I told you not to hit that siren yet. You alerted them that we were coming."

"You don't know that for sure, they can't have gotten far according to the twins."

"Whatever, just keep your eyes peeled. And remember they look more like sisters that mother and daughter."

"Amy Jo we are going to need to look officious if we are going to pull this off in order to get even close to that cash. That means uniforms that fit."

What Claire didn't know was that several local counties had come together on this day to do emergency training drills and the small town was ground zero."

Out back of the Kmart was where the smokers gathered. Claire thought that their luck was starting to change. All she and Amy had to do was wait until the right two women were alone. Maybe even three if it came to that.

Claire and Amy waited in back of a large dumpster like two lionesses at a watering hole. After about a 25 minute wait, 21 year Stacie Gill and her best friend 21 year old Brigette Morgan appeared oblivious to their impending fate. They were deep into store gossip.

Brigette saw the two approaching and asked "May we help you?"

Claire responded "Yes, have you seen a puppy around here, he has gotten away from my daughter."

Brigette and Stacie gave each other a look of "daughter?" and a brief smirk.

This wasn't lost on Amy Jo who took offence but was lost on Claire as she was used to it and even liked people's reactions.

"What so funny?" challenged Amy.

"Nothing" the two Kmart clerks replied in unison.

"Stacie our break is over let's go."

Amy positioned herself between the two clerks and the door. "First tell me the big joke."

Claire said "Take it easy Amy Jo, if we ask nicely I think these two respectable young ladies will help us out."

Brigette said "We haven't seen your dog." She was visibly nervous sensing something wasn't right with these two strangers.

"Screw the dog and move over there and be quick about it!" growled Amy.

"I think that you two had better do as she says" chimed in Claire.

"We're not going anywhere but back to work and you two had better leave or I'm getting security" chortled Brigette.

Claire gave Amy the look and she stepped aside to let the two girls pass supposedly. Claire was just waiting for the two clerks to turn their backs. When Brigette and Stacie turned and headed to the door, Amy and Claire attacked and dragged the two screaming women behind a dumpster. Two nearby jackhammers and a payloader muffled the yells for help. Stacie and Brigette were pinned against a chain-liked fence and the dumpster.

"Just shut up you two and listen carefully. We are robbing your store but first we need your uniforms. Its as simple as this. Now strip or we will do it for you and believe me you won't like it" snarled Claire.

"You are crazy if you think I'm giving you my uniform!" shouted Stacie in defiance.

Brigette yelled "Jack out here Hel.. uuhh."

An Amy Jo right hand to the left jaw of Brigette stifled her cry for assistance.

Claire grabbed Stacie at the throat and asked if she wanted the same and said that if she didn't she had better start stripping. Stacie had the look of a victim in a horror movie and immediately started unbuttoning her cranberry polo shirt with the Kmart store logo on it. Amy Jo was finishing Brigette off with a coup de gras one-two punches. Brigette was still conscious but severely dazed unable to fight back any further. Amy proceeded to then strip her dusting off each article of clothing.

"I told you that if you let them strip themselves you wont get the uniform all dirty. Child you just don't listen."

"Oh mama."

A terrified Stacie stood in a fuscia sports bra and matching high cut panties against the side of the dumpster with her arms criss-crossed over her rather large perky breasts. Her thighs were clinched as if she had to pee.

Claire said "Oh we aren't nearly finished girlie. Amy Jo hurry up and get into her uniform. Claire then snatched off Stacies's bra and gagged her with it. Amy did the same to brigette.

"Ma this cow wears a wire support bra cuz of her big as* tits, what should I do?"

"Girl don't you know that by now?? Stuff her panties in her trap and use the shred of your tee to gag her.

Amy and Claire looke the part of Kmart store clerks now donned the their victims cranberry polos and khaki skirts.

Brigette had come around from her dream-like state as she ans Stacie were being deposited inside the smelly dumpster. With their ankles tied and their hands tied behind their backs, no escape from its confines would be possible without assistance.

"Ok Amy when we get inside avoid contact with the other employees and pull off that name tag for heavens sake!"

"Oh maaa."


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Inside the Kmart...

"Ma look at all the officers. They know we are here. Let's run!"

"Wait a minute baby, they are just shopping and milling about. I don't think that they are here for us."

The astute Claire was right. The police forces of the local departments had gathered at the only stop in town to eat and get the various odds and ends they needed. Claire even approached one officer who confirmed her theory.

"Ma we still should get out of here."

"No, with all these cops their security at the safe will be lax. They won't be expecting a theft."

"I don't know ma it's like trying to rob a police station."

"Like I told you let me do the planning, now follow me."

"Oh maaa."

Amy and Claire wove their way back to the managers office and walked in.

"Amy go back out front and tell everyone about our friends in the dumpster and tell them the group of men who did it are head ed down Main Street."

Amy stood puzzled for a while but then a light bulb went off over her head.

"Oh I get it ma.

As Amy headed back up front Claire just shook her head. It wasn't long before an uproar ensued and phones started ringing off the hook and radioes started buzzing. People and police were scurrying everywhere.

Claire cooly entered the managers office and waited. With Amy's account and that of Brigette and Stacie conflicting the police didn't know who to look for. But the consensus was that the two clerks were wrong due to them being traumatized. It wasn't long before 37 year old Angela Merrill hurried back to her office to report to the corporate offices.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm your newest employee hon. But enough for the intros, open the safe bitc*."

Angela turned to flee but was caught at the door by Claire and hand gagged and dragged back into the office.

"Bitc* if you bite me I will knock all your teeth out I swear!"

That threat was enough to scare Angela into not taking a chomp of Claire's palm.

"Now if you don't want a royal as* kicking calm down don't say a word and open the safe fast!"

The frightened manager nodded in compliance mumbled something about all the police out front and how Claire would be caught and sent to prison. A light slap across her cheek by Claire was all it took to silence any further admonishments by Angela. While Angela was opening the safe Claire espied Angela's gym bag. Claire dumped out the contents and threw it to Angela telling her to fill it.

"Very good, you take instructions well dear. But very is one last thing I need from you."

Officers Malia Henderson and Lydia Cole were out front trying to tell the other officers that they should be looking for Claire and Amy but their words were falling on deaf ears. Amy Jo overheard their conversations and ran back to tell her mother.

As Amy walked into the manager's office, she saw Claire in her underwear along with Angela in hers.

Amy chuckled "I'm sorry ma am I interrupting something?"

Claire just cast a menacing glare towards her
daughter. Angela just turned redder.

"Why do you need my underwear, you perverted fiend!?"

"Duh, satin and make sure that you don't get any runs in your er I mean my pantyhose."

Claire said "Hey what are you doing cun*!?"

"I'm getting dressed" Angela answered meekly.

"No, no no perverted fiends don't allow such things. Now get your fat butt in to that chair."

The vain Angela responded "I'm not fat I had a baby last year."

"Who the fuc* cares bitc*?! Amy tie her up with her gym clothes but stuff your socks and my panties in her mouth."

Angela started to whimper at the thought of what was coming but was too scared to yell out.

"Ma she kind of ticked you off huh?"

Claire did not answer.

Claire now dressed in a nice tan business suit and heels she headed out with Amy who carried the gym bag full of money. The emboldened Claire said "Cmonlets get to that bank."
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The now quick learning and ever cool as a cucumber Claire Foster now dressed in the poor Kmart manager's clothes and heels swung over to the toy section, grabbed a toy detective's badge and looped it around her neck. Amy aped her mother's actions and was rapidly rebuked.

"Ma I need one too."

"Spare me Lord, girl look at how you are dressed and think about your age. Do you ever think. Those nurses must have messed up those tags when you were born."

"Oh maa."

Claire and the money bag carrying Amy eased out the front doors unchallenged.

Inside a Xenobia patrol car...

Officer Lydia Cole said "You see the way we were summarily dismissed back there by them wannabe Columbo's?" Even by our own sergeant no less."

Officer Malia Henderson responded "We'll some them. We can catch these two dumbas* hillbillies on our own. And the collar will be all ours."

"Yes you are right Malia, the only snag would if we shot their *sses. I hear the paperwork is quintupled. You took aikido in high school right?"

Malia answered "Yeah but I quit after two months because Mr Desoto hit me in the nose. He pretended it was my fault for not getting my hand up in time to block his punch. But I know it was because I was texting DeShawn. But you took boy's wrestling right?"

"Well I had to quit after the first month cuz the boys kept fondling my breasts and kept putting their arms between my thighs."

The two officers gave each other a look of self doubt but it quickly passed and they drove off in search of their quarry.

"Ma we need a new car and to get out of this town."

"So maybe the nurses didn't switch you at birth after all" mused Claire.

Amy rolled her eyes and waited for her mom to see what exactly they would do next.

Claire said "If we hit that bank we will have enough loot to get to Canada. It is ripe for the taking. We may never have a better opportunity to rob one as we have now."

"Gee I don't know about that ma..."

"Oh, so you are Bonnie Parker all of a sudden now!"

"Okay, okay ma don't have a cow!"

Stress was getting to Claire but before she could answer her daughter she saw Lydia and Malia coming down the street.

"Move! Now!" she shouted.



Apologies for the American references that may have gone over the heads of the many foreign members.


"Ma I recognize those two *itches from back at the Kmart. They were telling everyone about us!"

"Is that right? Well we'll have to do something about those to tattle tales. Let's split up, give me the bag and you duck into that school over there and blend in."

Amy and Claire then split up, which meant that officers Malia and Lydia would also have to.

Inside Xenobia Central High...

Amy ducked inside the girls locker room and wound her way down the locker aisles.

Pretty young senior Amber Myles asked "Are you here for the cheerleader tryouts? If so you have better hurry up and change."

"Funny you should say that, I was just thinking the same thing hon."

And with that Amy grabbed the startled Amber promptly placed her in a choke hold and dragged her back into a far corner of the locker room. A brief but very one-sided fight left Amber dazed near unconsciousness ripe for stripping. A then pulled off the girl's Nikes and anklets briefly pausing only to check the size. A tight fit she thought to herself. Next she propped Amber up against a locker. Amber's cheerleader uniform consisted of a scarlet halter top trimmed in white with a white chevron over the midriff. The bottom consisted of a skort with a slit at the left. It was also trimmed in white. my shimmied the skort down over Amber's plump muscle thighs and calves leaving her white panties. Amy toss it aside and then proceeded to uplift her halter top exposing Ambers large white sport's bra. Amy thought about taking the entire uniform but figured that she wouldn't be doing any routines to warrant taking her undergarments. Amy tried to put Amber into an open locker but she wouldn't fit. Only in the movies she thought again to herself. Instead she just dragged the woozy girl into the shower giving her one last shot to buy her more escape time. Amy quickly donned Amber's outfit and exited the locker area all the while looking for the police.

Not too far from the high school Lydia Cole had thought she had cut of Claire's escape route and was moving in for the arrest. No call would be going in to the station as they had tried to alert everyone of the two fugitives without the appropriate response. This collar would be just hers and her partner's. Claire ran into a local emporium which was only minimally crowded.


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Meanwhile back at Xenobia Central High...

Amy dressed as Amber in her cheerleader uniform wandered out onto the football field.

Young Charlene Bryant the head cheerleader walked over to her and said "You must be the new transfer from down state."

Other male and female members surrounded Amy making her ill at ease. Amy knew nothing about cheerleading let alone gymnastics.

The catty Miranda Hopkins sniped "You can speak can't you?"

Amy stuttered "Yea yeah I'm new."

Miranda's equally catty BFF Heather Clark ribbed "You're from down state just how far down state,? The Gulf of Mexico?"

Everyone snickered.

Cheerleader Matt Blackman chimed in "But they grow them fine down there I see."

The other male cheerleaders nodded and grinned in agreement. This irritated Heather and Miranda and they continued to snipe at Amy Jo. Finally Ms. Wilkerson the coordinator broke up the group, asking about the whereabouts of Amber who lay dazed in the showers. Ms Wilkerson the 36 year old busty ex HS cheerleader approached Amy and asked if she was Tricia Nix. Of course she said yes and said another cheerleader had given her a uniform. Amy went on to lie about turning her ankle yesterday and that she wouldn't be able to work out with the group. Ms Wilkerson told her that was fine and that she could just sit and observe.

As Amy sat up in the bleachers Miranda caught a glimpse beteen Amy's thighs and whispered to Heather. Both girls moved towards Amy and Heather said "Hey you fuc*ing rube, you can't wear your own funky panties under your uniform!"

Heather and Miranda were at their worse when they were alone and could be unchecked.

Miranda added "Yeah what team were you on Whores R US?"

Both giggled and ran back to the tryouts to tell the other girls. Just then someone ran to tell MS Wilkerson and the others that Amber had been assaulted in the locker room. Amy knew that this was her cue to leave but not before she said good bye to her new friends Miranda and Heather.

At the Xenobia Emporium...

Claire was in an argument with a store clerk about checking her gym bag at the counter. Claire then saw officer Cole nearing the door and shoved it at the clerk and grabbed a dress off the rack and ducked back into the changing room. Inside the empty changing room Claire continued to play her part by stripping down to her underwear. Claire even gave a fake shriek when Lydia snatched open the curtain. Claire held the dress in her hands up covering half her face so that Lydia could not truly indentify her.

"Sorry Ms but I need to see some ID" said Lydia holstering her weapon.

Claire stammered "That clerk made me leave it up front officer."

But Claire's unmistakable Texas/ WV drawl gave her away. Both women both stared at each other for a moment then Lydia reached to redraw her pistol. Claire was lightning quick, she was able to throw the sun dress over Lydia's head and knock her gun away from her virtually in one motion. The Glock went sliding out into the hallway. Now Claire spun Lydia around hand gagged her and dragged her into the room. The outcome would probably have been the same but with Lydia vision impaired by the dress it was no match and she soon lay dazed and beaten on the floor.

The clerk peeked in at the changing room door and asked "Is everything Okay officer?"

A terse "yes" was the reply.

Claire now turned her attention back to the dazed officer and commanded "On your knees you, I didn't hit you that hard."

Lydia was very groggy and Claire then said "Well maybe I did."

Claire grabbed Lydia and helped her to a kneeling position in front of her.

"Now if you don't want anymore of this, peel out of that uniform be quiet about it and hurry all in that order."

Lydia was still barely processing but complied as she definitely didn't want any more of Claire. She started unbuttoning her navy blue shirt exposing a low cut beige 36C bra. Claire quickly grabbed it and put it on.

"Cmon, hurry up the skirt bitc*! Don't you know how to strip?"

It was much longer til Claire now stood in Lydia's uniform and heels.

Lydia kneeling in her beige bra and French cut panties and pantyhose asked Claire what was she going to do with her.

"Good question pig. What do you think? I'm open for suggestions at this point."

The frightened Lydia did not answer.

"Well I've got an idea. Put that my outfit on."

Lydia now dressed as Claire and Claire now dressed as the officer stood in the changing room. Claire cuffed Lydia and then placed the dress over her head and made Lydia do the perp walk out the door grabbing up her gun on the way out. They immediately turned away from prying eyes out the back door of the building. Lydia knew she would never live this down let alone keep her job which she wasn't sure she even wanted anymore.

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Under the bleachers at Xenobia Central High...

Cheerleaders Heather and Miranda had made the fateful decision to sneak under the bleachers to smoke some pot instead of checking on their supposed friend and co-cheerleader Amber. An irate Amy Jo trailed after them.

Heather challenged "Hey what the *uck do you want new girl!?"

Miranda added boldly "Yeah, no rubes allowed blow."

Amy positioned herself so that the girls would need to get past her in order to escape. And as she had planned they would need to escape.

Amy asked coyly, "Can I get a hit?"

Heather answered "Hell no you country-ass skank, we're not giving you any of our dope!"

"Not that kind of hit, this one *itch!"

And having said that Amy promptly delivered a right cross that caught heather flush on her left jaw sending her to the ground and causing her to hit the back of her head on it. Amy now turned her full attention to a startled Miranda who just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. Amy grabbed her around the throat and gave her a gut punch to her solar plexus sending her to her knees writhing in pain. A knee to Miranda's chin sent her flying backwards on top of Heather. Amy now straddled them both. A few more shots to both made them now very compliant and quiet. Amy very deftly flipped off heather's shoes and socks and stuffed one each into their mouths. A stern command to kneel and not to spit them out was heeded. Both girls who were now in tears were told to strip nude. A slow response made Amy draw her fist back but having seen this move, both in unison undid their halter tops , they shimmied out of their skorts. Amy pointed at at Miranda's feet and without a spoken word Miranda pulled off her shoes and socks. The two vixens now knelt before Amy in with LYcra-Spandex sports bras and white uniform panties.

"I said to strip naked *itches."

Amy could understand what the two now mumbled. Why, was their question.

"Because I'm the *ucking hillbilly uniform collector. Now strip of else you'll never cheerlead again!"

That last comment caused a frantic race as to who would be nude first. Their bras hit the ground at the most one second apart. Both girls had 34 size breasts but Heather was a C cup and Miranda B cup. While the two were waffling about peeling off their white uniform panties, Amy was pulling out the laces of their shoes.

"Get them drawers off now! And put your arms behind your backs."

If the two had known what Amy was about to force them to do next, they would have tried to flee. Heather and Miranda now knelt with their wrists tied behind their backs and both were tied with the remaining laces at their ankles. Amy positioned Heather in front of her and Miranda in back of her. Amy was about to hike up her skork and pull down her panties when her heard a stern command to freeze.

It was officer Malia Henderson who had discovered the trio.

Inside the patrol car of officer Lydia Cole...

"If you release me I won't add assault and the kidnapping of a law enforcement officer to the charges against you Claire" uttered Lydia who sat cuffed in the rear of her own cruiser while Claire drove.

"Oh, now we're on a first name basis huh? Well officer Cole you know and I know a few more years won't make that much of a difference at this point. Now shut up or my panties are going in your mouth."

Lydia was taken aback with that last threat and she fell mute. Her route took her past the football field where she caught a glimpse of Malia arresting and handcuffing Amy. Claire swerved the car and headed down the gravel track towards the four women. By now the two girls had worked the socks from their mouths and were screaming murder. This distracted Malia who saw the patrol car and just assumed it was Lydia behind the wheel. Malia was focused on undoing the tight knots on the laces of Heather when she heard a voice that she did not recognize.

"Release my daughter *itch!"

A surprised Malia froze in her tracks.

Claire pointed Lydia's gun at Malia's head. Malia surmised that must be Lydia's uniform that Claire had on and thought the worst.

"Where's officer Cole?"

"Oh you mean your partner, yeah this is her uniform. She was nice enough to loan it to me for our back heist. She wanted to yell out and warn you but her mouth was stuffed. And my daughter here will be needing to borrow yours. Drop the gun belt first though. And you other two little heifers had better shut the *uck up!"

"Ill gag these two ma but what do you want me to do with them?"

"Put them in the trunk. All six of us are going on a field trip. And what is taking you so long to get out of that uniform. It's so rude of you to keep my daughter waiting."

"Yeah ma I've been in my underwear for three minutes now and this *itch is just out of her shirt."

"If my daughter catches a cold because of you.."

Malia got the message and was soon clad in just her powder blue 34DD wire support bra and matching boy cut panties. Her heels and pantyhose were the last to go. Claire rapidly gagged Malia which silenced her useless protestations and she too was cuffed just like her partner.

"Yeah how do you like it pig?" taunted Amy.

Claire injected "Officer Foster shall we proceed to the bank with our guests?"

"That's a 10-4 officer Foster" replied Amy Jo.


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Claire growled "If that incessant mewling doesn't stop, I swear I'll make it stop permanently!"

Claire was responding the the mewling from the trunk which contained Miranda and Heather and from the two officers Malia and Lydia.

"Amy run into that drug store and bring me some duct tape. I've had enough of this noise. And if that doesnt work I'm going to drive around until I find some homeless *itches and shove their drawers in your mouths!"

The cabin now went completely silent except for the hum of the Detroit V8 engine.

Amy and Claire dressed as officer's prepared to enter the bank and use the ruse of added security in light of the HS and emporium incidents. As they walked away Amy turned back and saw the cruiser rocking and swaying.

"Look am! I don't know what we can do, we wedged those two between the seats and the other two are in strict hogties."

"I do, wait here."

Claire then went back to the cruiser and appeared to wrap her right hand with something and then opened the rear door and leaned in. An out of breath Claire then popped the trunk and again leaned in. Moments later she slammed the trunk. She walked back to her daughter now very winded but away from a motionless cruiser.

"Damn ma!"

"Don't worry about that. Remember to just follow my lead."

Inside the bank Amy and Claire held a conversation with the bank's manager 40 year old Mia Anders and her lone security guard 27 year old ex army reservist Lynn Nettles.

Lynn said "I thought I knew all the officers on the force but I don't believe I know you two."

Claire countered "You wouldn't, we're from Clark county. Our uniforms got messed up in those dang paintball drills. These have been issued to us temporarily."

"Now take us to the vault" Amy blurted in.

All three women looked at each other oddly for a brief moment. Then Mia said "This way."

Amy's comments had raised suspicions, especially those of Lois. She pulled at the arm of Claire and asked "How well do you know your partner?"

Claire hesitated for a moment and replied "Well you know not well at all. She just showed up at the last minute before me and my regular partner were supposed to leave this morning saying something about her being a rookie and my partner calling in sick. But what was the strangest thing was that her uniform really didn't fit."

Lynn gave the look as though she had solved the crime of the century. "You know I bet she is part of a plan to replace your partner and come here to rob the bank."

"That's makes sense cuz the dispatcher said when my partner called in that she sounded real weird. She must have been kidnapped!". You keep an eye on her will I go and call this in."

Of Claire just went to the phone and called information. She was just thinking ahead to her next step. Claire went to take out Lois who posed a threat to her plans.

Claire called over to Lois who promptly came over. Claire told her to be ready because SWAT was on the way from the county exercises.

Amy saw her mother returning with Lois and "Hey ma she says the vault is on a time lock."

Lynn and Mia looked puzzled and mouthed "Ma?" to themselves. But Claire was quicker and gave Lois a sharp elbow to Lynn's chin. Amy followed Claire's lead and drew her gun and covered the screaming Mia and thus silencing her. Claire held her gun on Lynn and told her not to move a muscle.

"Dang ma you tipped our hand!"

If Amy had not been her own progeny Claire would have left her for the police to catch or at the least flattened. Instead she told her clueless daughter to fill the money bags with cash.

"But ma she said the vault is timed locked."

An exasperated Claire calmed herself and said "Honey the bank is open why would the vault be timed locked?"

An embarrassed Amy turned to Mia and said "Oh Ms Liar you trying to make me look dumb huh? Well I've got something for fibbers!"

"Amy leave her alone and try to focus for once."

"Okay but she should fill the bags, cmon you!"

"Alright now we are all going to grab one bag each a and walk out here nice and slow . And you two had better not say any thing to anyone one or that will be the last thing you ever say in this life, you get me?" ordered Claire.

As the four formed a queue and headed out the door, Claire saw the Canyon twins in the bank line and they saw her. The jig was up. Guns were drawn and people were screaming and shouting and the alarm was activated. But the bank was exited with the money bags being carried by the Canyon twins, Lynn and Mia followed by Amy and Claire.




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"Ma the expressway is in the other direction!"

"I know hon but we need to go back and get that first bag of money at that emporium, we are gonna need it."

"Are we gonna need that much in Canada ma?"

An totally exasperated Claire sighed and replied "Well why don't you just give these ladies a map of our route too while you are telling them our plans girl."

Amy realized her blunder and watched the eyes of their captives widen. Out of spite she said "I guess we'll have to permanently silence them all ma."

Claire had now tuned her only born out and was now reformulating a new plan. But the twins, Mia and Lynn had the look of shear terror on the faces and all immediately ceased their protestations and admonitions. Amy had also now singled Mia the bank's manager out for harassment. Amy gave her a stare down when she made eye contact with Mia.

Finally Mia asked why she was staring at her. "Soon it's me and you *itch" replied Amy.

The bank guard Lynn intervened and told Amy to leave her alone.

"You want some of this too *unt?" "Because the can of Whup As* is enough for two."

Claire interjected "Amy please leave them alone and focus for once."

"Oh maa!"

"Dont oh ma me, look out for an suv or a van because the car isn't big enough for ten people."

Claire was right as usual. The police cruiser was riding low as if it had four flats. She had transposed the two officers into the trunk with the two HS cheerleaders and the cabin now contained six people. Claire pulled up outside the emporium and told Amy to wait and keep a close eye on the hostages. A few minutes later Claire emerged with the store's clerk in tow, visibly shaken.

"Dang ma another hostage?!"

"Yes Amy another one, how observant you are. But Ms tote keeper has a nine seat Durango. Let her drive and follow us to the back parking lot."

Claire forced Shinia Parks the emporium clerk to carry the tote and led her to her suv. The bank guard Lynn slowly tailed the two around the corner to the lot.

"Amy put the money in the back while I assemble all of our friends. You four take these other cun*s out of the trunk and place them in the Durango and be quick." "Now ladies pull off your clothes as my daughter will probably needing disguises at some future point."

"I'm not pulling off my clothes, you're crazy."

You're barbarians."

You'll both go to prison for this."

"If you didn't have that gun.."

"No I won't"

"You can't make us do this."

The protestations fell on deaf ears of course. But the delay irritated Claire the most. The challenge by Lynn irked her the most. Claire knew the women were close to bolting and something had to be done to move things along. Claire calmly handed her Glock Amy and said to Lynn "I don't have a gun now so let's rock!"

Lynn's dander was up and she had at Claire but was wary of Amy with the two guns. But Claire pressed the issue and landed a blow the Lynn's left jaw sending her areel. Lynn blocked a follow up punch and gave Claire a punch to her abdomen causing her to double over and wince. Lynn was now near to Amy and had her back to her. Amy proceeded to give Lynn a whack to the back of her head with the pistol, thereby dazing Lynn. Claire had now recovered and tackled Lynn pinning her. That was all Claire needed as she then pummeled Lynn into submission.

"Now if you three don't want the same get naked now and you there, after you finish help this *itch strip. Amy you know that I read an article once that if hostages are naked that they are much more docile and compliant so all these ladies will be in the birthday suits."

Amy chided in "And don't get your clothes dirty either you heifers.

"You don't need our underwear, please don't take them" mewled Maggie Canyon.

"Just shut up and strip dam* it" interjected her twin Laurel who was already butt naked and reached to undo her sister's large wire support V cut powder blue bra. She also finished yanking down her matching French cut panties. Both Claire and Amy had to snicker.

Amy said to Mia "Hurry up and get your lesbian lover's draws off."

"We're not gay."

Amy responded "I saw you too making goo goo eyes at each other back there."

"No no we weren't."

Claire was distracted as she was tying up the now nude twins. Amy accosted Mia and said "If I say you a muf diver then you're a muff diver bitc*!" She then grabbed Mia by the nape of the neck and pushed her face into Lynn's crotch. Mia's yelp alerted Claire as to what was going on.

"Goddami* Amy what did I tell you about focusing! Tie that cun* up before she comes to and kicks your as*!"

"Like she did yours?"

"What!?"

"That Mexican trooper got the best of you and now this one, face it ma you ain't a very good fighter."

Claire ignored her progeny as she knew that they could be discovered at any minute. Claire pulled out some shears that she had taken from the emporium and with a few snips and rendered officers Lydia,and Malia nude too along with cheerleaders Heather and Miranda.

"Ma we could start a tit covention, look at the cow udders on these seven except for this last one of yours she's 34 C tops. And yeah I know ma, focus."

Claire had warned the nine women to keep their heads down but occasionally a head or two with duct taped mouths popped up which caught the eyes of a a group of six female SWAT members from the various police agencies who were taking lunch together.





The Fosters on the Run Episode IX

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As the loaded Durango roared on the two lane street out of Xenobia, OH, Amy who sat in the shotgun seat turned and looked over her left shoulder. She espied sitting in the third row of seats twins Maggie and Laurel Canyon and the emporium clerk Shinia Parker. The busty twins sat contrasted by the relatively normal sized 34C breasts of Shinia. But all 3 bosoms were heaving in unison. The middle row of seats held officers Malia and Lydia beaten and abashed their heads held low along with Heather one of the HS cheerleaders. who was in excellent shape compared to the two officers. In the first row of seats sat bank manager Mia and defeated bank guard Lynn and the other cheerleader Miranda. Even though all had their mouths stuffed and thoroughly duct taped, nine women mewing and whimpering in a confined space was deafening and irritating.

Amy turned on attention to Mia who she clearly had it in for. She blew her a fake kiss which made Mia even more uncomfortable.

"How do them draws taste *itch, I lost track of who's they are but I know they ain't yours" smirked Amy. Mia could only shudder and squirm in her strict wrist and ankle bondage.

"Girl I didn't raise any deviants for the last time leave her alone and watch that black van coming up behind us!"

"Who are they ma?"

"They have to be cops."

"Floor it ma!"

"No baby girl, they will just call and set up a road block. This is what I want you to do, at the next curve jump out with this bag of money and run likd hell into those woods and don't stop until you are clear. Most of them will stay with me I'm thinking."

This conversation brought both hardened women to near tears but at the strong insistence of Claire Amy finally agreed. Claire slowed and Amy hopped out with a duffel bag and ran full speed into a glen and disappeared. Two officers chased after her but the woods were thick and Amy easily escaped their pursuit. In the meantime to give her daughter the best chance of escaping, Claire floored the Durango until a road block stopped her. Claire was arrested and taken to the county seat for arraignment.



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One week later at the arraignment hearing for Claire Foster at the county seat of Madison, OH...

Amy for once had decided to focus as her mother had incessantly told her. She lay in wait in the county building's parking lot until the woman she had been waiting for arrived. She had learned the county prosecutor Tasha Owens would be handling her mother's case or so she thought. She managed to lure Tasha over to a stolen panel van and at gun point forced her inside.

"You want me to do what?! Have you lost your mind?! Do you know who the *uck I am girl?!"

It was then that Tasha recognized Amy and put two and two together.

"Oh no this will never work there is too much security and besides I'm a size 12, my clothes wont fit you bitc*!"

"A size 12 huh, in your fuc*ing dreams. Maybe when you were age 12, your fat as* is a 14 at best but I'm taking your shi* anyway now hurry up and strip mama is waiting."

"You are insane if you think you can march in there and break her out..."

"*itch this isn't a *ucking debate get naked or you will be mumbling your complaint with two broke jaws!"

Reluctantly the 34 year old ADA pulled off her black pin-striped blazer all the while glaring menacingly at Amy of which Amy took notice.

"Don't get mad at me cuz you're these guys will see your fat as* and jelly rolls. You should have put down the knife and fork. Have you heard of a salad? Its a green dish full of fiber and very few calories. Try one sometime."

Amy even had to laugh at her own joke at Tasha's expense. Tasha now was glowing red but could do nothing but finish getting undressed. She unzipped her matching black pin-striped mid length skirt and flung it at Amy in defiance.

"That's right get the girl holding the gun mad. And you're the college grad huh?"

Tasha now knelt in front of Amy in forest green full cup 38DD bra and matching boycut panties and smoke colored hose.

"Shoes too cun*. Do I have to tell you every fard of the way? Now porky on that big belly."

Amy reached over to her satchel and pulled out shreds of sheets from the local Red Roof Inn. First she stuffed Tashas's mouth full with two rags. Tashas's arms were flailing bur Amy sat upon her back thereby pinning her. Another shred was used to bind her wrists. One more secured her ankles tightly. Because of Tasha's heft, Amy decided to put her into a ball tie.

"Uppsie daisy Elsie." Amy brought Tasha to a kneeling position and looped a shred around her neck and tied it to one that held her knees together. A last piece was used to tie her ankles and wrists together. This left the 5'8" 190 lb ADA in a neat ball from which she could only wiggle and mew epithets. Amy was right about one thing, Tasha had gained weight recently and her 38DD cup bra was too small. It made her cleavage exaggerated and the tops of her areoles were clearly visibly due in part to her squirming. Also her choice of boycut panties would be regretted as the legs rode up into her crotch and butt.

After Amy dressed herself in Tasha's clothes she taunted "Well I'm off now. Relax maybe some hunk will find you like this and you will get lucky tonight. That will be better than staying home with your cats eating Ben & Jerry's right? Oh, and when I look back at this van and if I see it's rocking, I will come back here and knock your fat as* into next Wednesday. Okay bye bye."

Attired in the ADA clothes and brandishing her credentials Amy went through security. A good thing for Amy was that the men were smitten with her beauty and waved her pass but the women on the other hand were suspicious. One in particular was county police officer Kris Hines who challenged Amy. Amy's lame story as to why she had no photo ID wouldn't hunt and this led to Amy being brought into a secure area. Amy knew that she could not allow her to make any calls. Kris open the door to the holding room and was about to usher Amy in when Amy said "Look there's my boss, he knows me."

As soon as Kris turned her back on Amy to look, she hand gagged the woman and dragged her inside the room and at the same time blocked her attempts to draw her weapon. Before Kris could bite her hand, Amy gave her a hard shove and Kris tripped and fell backwards over a chair. Kris was on her knees and was about to bring her gun to bear on Amy, when rushed her and gave her a massive stunning kick under her chin. This gave Amy enough time to disarm the officer and to take her gun. Amy took it and rendered her unconscious with it by delivering two blows to her noggin.

"Guess I'll be officer K. Hines for a while. I can see you will be a much better fit than that whale I left in the lot."

Amy dragged Kris over to a chair and plopped her into it. Amy started by unlacing her black Addidas tactical shoes and peeled off her black crew socks. Next she undid her holster and belt. She unzipped her navy blue trousers and yanked them down to reveal Kris' print hipster panties. Amy now hurriedly unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off. Her Kevlar vest came off next to reveal that Kris was only wearing a black cami and no bra. Amy used Kris' own handcuffs to bind her and she cooly hiked up her cami and used it the gag the still un conscious officer. The blouse of Tasha was used to bind her ankles. Amy then ripped up Tasha's skirt to tie her waist to the chair's back and another two pieces to link her wrists to her ankle binds. The groggy officer was now starting to awaken but she could not process what had happened to her. By the time she did Amy was dressed as her and Amy was exiting the room. As Amy closed the door and turned of the light all she heard was "Mmmmppphhh...mmmppphhh...mmmppphhh."

It wasn't hard for Amy to learn the time of her mother's arrival to the courthouse. She waited and avoided undo contact with other personnel and hoped her mother could take over after she found her. At around ten o'clock Claire was escorted into the courthouse by two sheriff deputies. Amy mingled in with the other county police offers who were assigned to guard the arriving prisoners for their arraignments.

Claire saw her daughter and had to do a double take. Claire had hoped that she would be in Toronto by now. But at the same time she felt proud thatshe had not abandoned her. Claire also knew Amy was in over her head and would need her help. Claire made eye contact with Amy and beckoned her over.

The sheriff's deputy gave Amy the transfer paper to sign her into their custody and then the two left. Amy and Claire aped the other prisoners and guards and followed them into the holding area. As Amy never turned in her paperwork, Claire would not appear on the court's docket. Prisoner afterprisoner was called and then Finally only Claire was left. Amy told them her lawyer never showed but this wasn't true as the court appointed attorney Julia Ross was looking high and low for Claire. Finally she found her and demanded that she and her client be taken to the counsultation room. The attorney wanting to raise high hell about the processing error but Claire told her that she needed to speak to her immediately.

Inside the room...

"Okay guard I will take it from here. I said you can leave I'll be fine."

Claire interjected "As a matter of fact you wont."

Claire then quick as a cat grabbed the young attorney and hand gagged her. Amy too was on her and began unzipping Julia's skirt and then yanked it down from around her slim waist and slender gams. Claire now applied a choke hold to her hand gag and this muted Julia. Amy's punch to her solar plexus greatly reduced Julia's resistance.

"Amy be careful with her blouse don't rip it. I have to look presentable you know."

"I think I better wear her pantyhose, oh hell I need to ditch these jailhouse undies too. Get everthing off. Amy start tearing up this jail jumper I'm going to stuff her mouth with my panties."

"Dang ma.."

"Oh like you haven't done the same."

"Yeah but she was going to defend you."

"Girl I was just a another person on her case load. Maybe next time she will be given a more docile client."

Claire had relieved Julia of her shoes, skirt, blouse, pantyhose white bra and French cut yellow panties. The two women lay the terrified lawyer onto her stomach and bound her wrists behind her back and bound her ankles with strips of Claire's orange jail jumper.

"Where's her ID? Oh there it is. Amy hurry up with that hogtie and lets get out of here pronto."

"I heard that ma."

Amy and Claire then cooly as two cucumbers eased out of the room and past security check points and into the outer parking lot.

"I take it that you do have a car dear."

"Of course ma duuhh. Its over here."

"Amy who's this?"

"It's the ADA who was going to arraign you ma. I got to her first though."

Claire turned to the bound and gagged ADA and calmly said "bitc* you got an as* kicking coming from me as soon as we get clear of here."

"Ma will you leave her alone and focus for once?"

Both women stared at each other for a brief moment then broke into raucous laughter as the van roared off to parts unknown.

[AngrySoup]

I love how insulting Claire and Amy Jo are, like how they say the bank manager and the ADA have fat butts and stuff. It's so demeaning and disrespectful... but Claire and Amy Jo don't have any respect for these women.

These women are respected professionals in society, especially the ADA, putting away criminals. Here they are though, powerless, stripped, getting tied up and gagged, and insulted right to their faces. Humiliating.