TUG Court 1: Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner (F/F)

[AlexUSA3]

Here is a one-shot that is related to my current story, TUG Court.

TUG Court 1: Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner (F/F)

TUG Court is fun. You mock real courtrooms. It's a farce. There's a jury. Lawyers. A judge. Witnesses. Verdicts. Punishments. You have fun. We lawyers only want to win. The winning lawyer gets to torture the losing lawyer.

This game was played far from my house. St. Croix Falls, at Minnesota Tech. I had defended my girlfriend, Hannah, against the prosecutor, Alexandra. Alexandra and I are studying pre-law to become lawyers. I had technically won. It was chaotic. Whatever. We're here at Minn Tech because it's Hannah’s school. The girls who accused her were mostly students here. We're in the sorority house where some of the accusers live.

“Well, at least you get to put Alexandra in a strangle hogtie,” Hannah says while we talk.
“Mmmmm!” Alexandra, the losing lawyer, approaches us.
“Let's untie you,” I kiss my girlfriend. On the lips. I love her.

For swearing, Xandra was punished. She was ordered to put two girl’s dirty socks in her mouth and wrap her face in duct tape. She's pretty. She's a bit shorter than me, maybe 4 inches? Well, I’m 5’9”. Red knee skirt, black pantyhose, red heels. What legs! A black blouse with partial sleeves and red roses. What a bust! Blonde hair stretching far down her back. Even her reading glasses are sexy. Gold frames.

Me? Tall, muscular, Italian brunette. Hockey player, then sex toy, then juvenile inmate, then an empty wandering shell, then pre-law student, and once again a hockey player. My wavy locks are shoulder length or just past it. I love my hair. Blue denim mini-skirt, a pink button-up blouse with purple pinstripes. White pantyhose. White heels. Sexy, sexy, sexy to make Hannah’s eyes pop. Yes, I do that much of the time because she is mine and I am hers..

I love her.

Bondage. Losing lawyer is mine to play with. She's so pretty and kinky. Many possibilities for how to torture her. She'll have fun as long as I don't have actual sex with her. She's eager. What a crazy and fun day it has been. First TUG Court. Now torture. I’m blessed. In many ways. I have so many great friends. People I care about. People who care about me.

It's hard to express my feelings. Sometimes I smile just because I am feeling nothing and happy I am alive. It's hard when you’ve been tortured. For real. Tortured until your humanity broke so that you're a soul inhabiting a shell that no longer is your own. That's how I am. Sometimes I’m so dead I stare at the wall. I’ve been trying for years to re-learn how to express myself. I say the right words, but they’re robotic.

Like, right now, I’m excited. Really bouncing on the inside excited. Yet I can't show it. To my friends, I’m simply smiling and going about a bondage game with another friend. Only my eyes betray more. My words say it directly. Nothing else works. I try so hard to show it, but most of the time I just can't. That's what makes this special.

I flash a toothy grin while tying Xandra.

The two witnesses to things see it. Their eyes brighten because they know this is big. Special. I mean special. Like, we're going to stop for ice cream on the way home special. Hannah is going to screw with me before I go home special. I haven't smiled like that outside my own house in 6 or more years. My friends smile too. They know it. I know. Poor Xandra missed it.

Xandra’s getting tied up. Big time. Tight ropes on the wrists and elbows. She's a trooper. I take out her tits. Love those breasts. Of course, that means unbuttoning her shirt and laughing at the lacy bra. Kinky girl. Yep. I promised a strangle hogtie; she's getting it. She's getting more too. This girl is a good friend; I cherish her. Just can't show it well.

“You're such a stereotypical girl,” I tease her.
“Hmmmm?” I love her gag talk so much.
“Pink and purple tie dye rope? You did a good job, but seriously?”
“Mmmm mmmmm!” I think she's rolling her eyes.
“Just remember it's a technicality; you're the real hero of the courtroom,” I kiss her on the lips.
“Mmmmmmmm!”

She reminds me she's straight even though one of her kinks is being asexually lezdommed like that. That's her way, I guess. She resists even when she likes it. It's time to tie her legs. I grab her and force her to sit on a chair. I tie her ankles; this time I wrap rope around the heels. There are times I like the look of an outfit enough to tie the heels in place. Don't want them to fly off.

“Mmmmm!”

I'm a mean rigger. Some girls go for snug and cinch well. Some rely on quality wrapping and cinching. Some are tight. I’m tight. I like rope marks. I'm strong. I'm sure she likes it. I hear the whimpers and feel empowered. I tied up her legs well. A rope on either side of her knees is enough. I truss up her breasts, too. The waist rope is punishment enough for her, but the crotch rope is a beast. Yeah, I make sure it goes between her crotch lips. Tight. She c-ms already. It's going to be a fun time. It’s real rope, too; it’s not clothesline.

“Mmmmmmmm!” she forgets about me until crawl on top of her on the floor.
“Pretty,” I kiss her and pet her head, “so pretty.”
“Nmmmm!” she shakes her head some more.
“No escape,” I see it in her eyes.
“Mmmmmm!” she c-ms again. Makes it fun.
“You're a funny girl, Xandra,” I force a slight smile for her.

Xandra, I’m in control. Come to me.

I haul the captive up. Lean her against the table. Roll up her skirt. WHAP! Spanking is so much fun. WHAP! Yes, I can be naughty. Control must be used carefully. I lost mine and was tormented for 10 months as a result. True bondage is about operating in agreed limits. I know Xandra well enough that I know what’s OK. In a casual game like this. WHAP!

She squirms and yells. A vocal girl. She likes whining into a gag. Not being understood. I can really arouse her if I try. I get her goat. Natural friends, in a way. We became really tight really fast after we met. I’m naturally rambunctious but suppressed. She’s naturally shy but friendly. I feel like she encourages me to be who I was before Daddy went bad. That loud girl. That brash hockey girl. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

“Ehhh mmm ohhhhh! Huhing itchth!” unfortunately she is gagged too well.
“Aww,” I taunt her a little with another kiss, “Is Xandra unable to help herself?”
“Hlech! Mmmmmm!”
“I like it, too,” I say and then, WHAP! WHAP!, “That's enough spanking.”
“Mmmm mmmm mmmmmmmm!” she is roiling on those dirty socks.
“Now, Xandra, we had a deal,” I mindlessly fondle her.

I’m a big girl. She can resist me. I sit her on my lap. Fondle her. Breasts and p-ssy. It’s fun. To hear her cry out and yell into the gag. To watch her squirm. To feel the squirm in my arms. I kiss her again, and she yells more. A pull on the crotch rope. Nice, full, proportional breasts. I play with them. Beautiful blonde hair. I run it through my fingers. A kiss and a yell.

My heart races. Maybe not races. It’s faster than normal, but not racing. Racing is when I’m on the ice or exercising. This is excitement from having fun. I smile at her. It’s an empty smile. I feel happiness, but I can’t show it. Get yourself together, Michela. Pray. Pray. Pray. Daddy… why did you do it? Why? I feel a peace return. Shoes… yes, shoes!

“How does it smell?” I ask Alexandra while holding my shoe against her nose, “Good?”
“Nmmmmm!” she shakes her head in defiance.
“Enjoy!” I push it against her more tightly.
“Mmmmmm mmmmmmm!” Xandra is fighting. A lot.
“Stop moving,” I twist one of her nipples.
“NMPH!” and she orgasms. Success.

The witnesses are waiting for my promised finale. A promise is a promise. I have to do it. Nah, I want to do it. I want her to enjoy herself, and I saw her excitement when I made the promise. I made it as part of my opening statement. Everyone heard it. I earned it, too. It’s time.

I’m having fun. Laughing inside at times. Getting excited at others. All my face shows is a grin at best. Can't express my happiness. Hannah knows how to see the subtle differences, as does Xandra among the select few who can. It's frustrating. I’m better than I was after my release. I have had a long journey. Rough. Moments like this make it worthwhile.

A noose for Alexandra. Around her neck a couple of times and make a decent knot. I know how to do these from one of the studios I work for. Intense, fun bondage. Great way to make some of us c-m ourselves. Xandra is super kinky. You're seeing it. This is light compared to some of the stuff she can handle.

“It was nice knowing you,” I plant a kiss on her lips.
“Nmmmmmm!” she wails like I am truly killing her.
“Sorry. I promised,” I effortlessly throw her across the table and pull the rope between her legs.
“Mmmmm!” her struggles are useless. I’m too strong. Hockey girl power.
“Sad to see you go,” I return the rope to the fancy knot and her legs three times. Cinch. Knot.
“Gmmmm! Ukkk!” she c-ms.

Hmmm. What should I do for the next 5-10 minutes while she enjoys that? Struggling. Crying. C-mming. Squealing. Choking. Xandra does it all with a fire in her eyes. Bondage. Special to both of us. A thirst for more. Always exploring. For us, even a new outfit makes it seem like a fresh experience. Fun.

She’d freak out if I made her eat my carpet. I like forcing girls to do that. Few like it. More like being on top for it than like doing it. Tickling isn't a good idea now, but after it would be. Later. I could beat her feet. Spanking was done. Hair pulling? Kissing’s been done. Tit twists? Hell, I need to c-m.

Sorry, Xandra. You’ve never said it's a hard limit, so here I come. Heh heh. Onto the floor with you. It's carpet time. I like humiliating girls. Every girl I know who will let me do this to her is in this building at the moment. Xandra likes being dominated and humiliated. A kiss on the lips before carpet. Strangulation carpet. What a thrill!

“Nnkkkk!” my kinky friends groans and c-ms again. Kinky. Fun. Ah, Xandra!
“Aww, are you in danger? Who did this to you?” I am a kinky girl, too.
“GUKKKK!” she is fighting and squealing in her lovely, fun strangle hogtie.
“Yeah, I know, some big strong hockey player did it to you, right?”
“GRRRRR!” she’s shooting daggers at me. How adorable! A kiss for her.
“I’m not one to interfere in another’s ropework. Sorry,” I rub her face on my bare crotch.

Let’s talk Xandra and bondage. Kinky. No trauma in her life unlike me. Just a curious girl. She just happened to walk past the studio and caught a snippet of an outdoor rope moment. Hooked. She immediately wanted to know more. A hunger grew within her. She researched until finally she knew this was just the thing she wanted in life. She was often teased for having no thrills in her life: she drove like a grandma, didn’t watch sports (although she’ll play with others), didn’t want to drink (which is illegal at our age now as well as last year when we met) or abuse drugs, and didn’t like to go to the theme park. For her, there was a desire to find that emotion, though, and bondage was it.

Kinky girl she is. Wild, really. Look at her c-mming from a strangle hogtie. There she goes, yet again. Really kinky. Strap-ons and dildos (disgusting things if you ask me), tickling, spanking, icing, waterplay, breathplay, suspensions, predicaments, verbal abuse. Hair pulling is the only thing she has tried and absolutely loathed. I loathe it too, Xandra. Outstandingly kinky. Kinky to a fault. Kind of like me and some of my friends but without the sad life. She’s only been at it for 10 months, and thanks to me and my friends she has gotten to try so much!

Look at her struggle. Those tits squish and expand as she squirms. Her hair flies from one side to the other. Her muscles expand and contract as she moves. Her legs try to move up to give her a cleaner airway. Her arms shake in an attempt to escape. I had to tie her tightly, or I might lose her before I’m done with her!

I love rubbing a face against my crotch. It’s the ultimate humiliation. OK, there’s worse, but this to me is the limit. Between humiliation and being disgusting. I’m here to have fun, not spread a STD. She feels the same way for real. She screams and hacks into the gag while I make myself c-m using that wonderfully gagged face of hers. Even under a judge’s orders to gag herself for a curse in the heat of the moment of a game, she gave her best. Kinky girl, Alexandra Watkins.

“GMMMMMMM!” I think she’s c-mming again. That crotch rope is tight.
“How does it feel?” I love taunting her, dominating her mind and making sure she’s OK after.
“H-CK!” nope, that wasn’t an orgasm before; this is the orgasm, “MMMMMMM!”
“My turn,” I almost collapse from the hormonal electrical surge throughout my body.
“Gukkkkkk!” my friend struggles.
“That’s so good, isn’t it?” did I laugh? I laughed. I laughed at her. Kinky, aren’t we?
“Nnnnnnnnnnnn,” those eyes still shoot daggers.

Just look at her now. Those arms are crushed. She’s stuck. Too bad. You lost, Xandra, and I am a girl of my word. I said I’d do this to you, and I did it. The kinkster refuses to surrender, to my delight. She twists her legs and takes a deep breath to buy herself some more time. My life was taken from me through bondage. Now so much is given back to me through bondage as well. I hope she never feels this emptiness that ruthlessly pursues me like a crazed killer. Daddy, I hope you truly repent before you die and that I get to see you in heaven someday, because I still love the man you were, but I never want to see you before then.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm!” she can’t control herself; more c-m.
“Will you use the safe code?” I love taunting her, “And admit I’m the prettier lawyer?”
“Nooooooooo!” she shakes her head. I know the clock is ticking.
“More pleasure for me,” I erotically lezdom the girl with my lips against her taped lips.
“Blech!” can’t forget those socks in her mouth. She hates them and loves them. Same, Xandra.
“Think it over.”
“HMPH!”

What a fighter. This is why she’s a regular in the modeling business. She won’t quit. I love it. And her. She’s been a good friend since we met. Seriously. She changed my life. Through her, I got into college. No college would take a felon. She begged the school to make an exception for this curly haired Italian. I owe her my loyalty for her giving me hers so soon after we’d met. Goodness permeates her like few people.

I want to tickle her, and she’s surrendering with the required triple snap. Noose wins with a last big c-mming before I loosen it. Wrap my arms around her. Erotically kiss those gagged lips. I love the resistance despite the orgasmic pleasure it brings her. Regular hogtie time, hoisting her legs up again but this time connecting her ankles to her wrists.

Some like feathers. Some like hard bristle hair brushes. Some like toothbrushes. Some like the electric spin brushes, even the bigger ones for buffing cars and such. I prefer a soft bristle hair brush for my initial torture before letting my fingers finish the job. I just like the way the softer brush slowly builds up the sensations. Great stuff. Fun stuff.

That slow gag giggle gets things off to a good start. How awful those socks must taste. Awful, but arousing. Even better is a bandana soaked in my girlfriend’s c-m. So freaking good. It is so freaking good. Socks are humiliating in a different way because they taste terrible. Power plays of different types. Both awesome.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!” she starts squirming. Fun begins.
“Aw, Alexandra, are you in trouble?” I can be such a teaser even in robot voice.
“Hm hm hm hm hm!” comes from her. Good job from the brush.
“I know you like it,” I say the obvious, “I like it too.”
“Ha ha ha haaaaaa! Nooooo! Thoh ih!” she tries once.
“You're mine,” I switch to my fingers.

My fingernails are short, but I still like painting them. Right now, they're Minnesota Wild green. I love hockey. Favorite sport. Best thing is propping myself in the corner of my bed. Watching hockey. Hannah eating my carpet. If the Wild aren't on, I’ll watch any game. Best sport ever.

Bondage is the best game ever. Tickling Xandra. Her legs moving. In and out. Up and down. Left and right. Resistance. Loud laughter. Fingers digging into her soles. Nylon covered soles. Best spot to tickle Xandra. Makes her laugh the loudest. Jerk the most. Always a fighter with no quit. I love it.

Sweat pours off her brow. Of mine. I am getting wet all over, as is she. Just obvious on the face and, for me, when exposed, arms. I won't roll up my sleeves though. It's a violation. I’ll lose 2 points if I do that. I don't want to get demoted, I’ll lose 30 minutes of recreation time, which is often the difference between seeing the end of regulation hockey and not seeing it. It engrains itself in you when you’ve been inside for 45 months. I’ve only been outside for under 16 now. I am ruined. A mess. Aimless. Confused.

Friends make a difference. Xandra and I live at home. We go to a different college. We retire to the study, aka my mom’s former office. Do homework together quietly. Sometimes talk. More than once, Xandra has turned and seen me. Blankly staring. Or bitterly crying. Then hugging is inevitable. Xandra really cares. Calls me bestie. Nice girl. When Hannah’s away at her school, Xandra is the closest thing I have to Hannah’s friendship. I cry a lot sleeping in a full bed all by myself when Hannah’s gone.

Tickling her is special, like with Hannah. I love her. Yeah, she's pretty enough to lust for, but it's a controlled feeling. She's attractive, but I like her more. Makes moments like this special. Feel the love through her skin. How Xandra sounds when I play with her is different from others. It really is friendship. Love. A special love.

Feel her movements, watch her slow. Strangulation took its toll. She loves being roughed up. I know how to do that. I can check her or anyone else here 3 feet across the room. Flatten them out nicely. It's a great trick for a CNC game. Only love can watch her so carefully. She's in pain from the tickling. She's groaning. Groaning is a good thing. Means she's ready for more.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
“MMMMMMMM!” she cries out in pain. I love spanking. She loves it too. Kinky girls at play.
“Winner winner chicken dinner,” I remind her that I technically won the game.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
“EEEEKMMMMMMMPHH!” and then followed by the sweet writhe of her c-mming.
“This is great,” I say, then my mood changes, “I think it’s time to let you go.”

I feel it coming. The coldness. Something evil. That seizure. Daddy. F-cking Daddy. I detest the way people use the phrase motherf-cker to insult someone. My daddy was a psychotic, evil daughterf-cker instead. That horror. That terror. I feel that hatred. Not for him. For my body. A body that is no longer mine. Why did he do it?

Xandra feels the change without seeing it. She knows me too well. She’s too empathetic. She’ll be in tears with me soon when she realizes what is happening. I have to ask one of the witnesses to help me. I can’t untie her alone. I’m not crying like a baby or even audibly sobbing. I sit in a chair and face the wall while quietly crying. Alexandra appears next to me shortly after.

“I’m sorry, Michela. I wish you knew why he did it. For closure,” she wraps me in a hug
“That’s all I want. I will never ask him, and I will never allow anyone to ask on my behalf.”
“I don’t want to know,” I feel the friendship, “That was fun. Thank you for making it a day that I will never forget.”
“You’re welcome,” I dry my tears on her sleeve, “Let’s order some pizza, hmm?”
“How about you and I go pick it up? As friends.”
“Let’s do it,” I stand up and look down into her eyes.

I will never know why Daddy did it. I choose instead to revel in the friendships God has given me. Sad moments are so much easier with friends like Alexandra Watkins in my life.

Thanks for reading. XOXO

THE END

[hafnermg]

True friendship is a godsend. Great story!!

[Caesar73]

A very intense follow up to the TUG Court. Quite the interaction between Hannah and Alexandra. Very well written!

[harveygasson]

Very hardcore but very enjoyable.