On Display

The sisters struggled to get free, but could not. They each wondered why no one was trying to help them as they watched the strangers pass by, stop and stare, and talk to one another as they stared at the bound and naked trio. They then saw some of the strangers pointing to a sign that was near the hiking path closest to the sisters. The sign was about two feet high, and since it was facing away from the sisters, they could not read it. People would read the sign then look at them. Some laughed, some shook their heads in disgust, and some just gawked in slack-jawed disbelief.

Prue tried her best to use her power to break the chains holding her, but she could not. She then felt a strange sensation around her ankles. She bent forward to look down and saw vines snaking their way up and around her legs.

Phoebe and Piper were having the same thing happen to them: vines were snaking their way up their legs. This caused them to struggle more, but the chains were too strong. The vines made their way up their thighs then around back and started to gently probe their pussies and gently poke into their rectums.

As the girls tried harder to get free, the vines kept gently rubbing and poking, never going in too far.

"OK, folks, show's over!" came a voice.

The sisters looked up and saw two police officers heading towards them. A male and a female officer.

"Final-luh!" said Phoebe before a gag appeared in her mouth.

The female police officer pulled the sign from the ground. She walked up and stood in front of the sisters. She turned the sign around. "Seriously?"

The sign said: Halliwell Sisters Protest Art! The Natural State of Women! Do Not Interfere!

The sisters eyes went wide as the officer dropped the sign and joined her partner. They walked to Prue first and examined the chains. "Wow, how did these get on?" asked the male. "There's no locks, and I can't even see any joins."

The female officer went to take the gag out of Prue's mouth. "Weird, there's no latch or buckle. The gag is just fitted on as if...I don't know...but I can't tell how it got on or how to get it off."

"Uhhhmmm!" said Prue.

The male officer spoke into the radio on his shoulder. "This is car 345, we're at Golden Gate Park, and we're going to need some bolt cutters and a paddy wagon."

A voice confirmed that.

"Going to be here for a while," said the male officer.