TUG Court 1: Getting What She Deserved (F/F)

[AlexUSA3]

Here is the second and final one-shot related to my story, TUG Court.

TUG Court 1: Getting What She Deserved (F/F)

Forbidden fruit is an interesting concept. Think about it for a moment. Just like the Garden of Eden, there is something that is desirable but not permitted. In this case, it's not normal for it to be permitted. I’m a straight girl, straight as an arrow, but I am a kinky girl too. Maybe I’m not as kinky as some people, but I have my streaks. For me, it's all in the game more than in what is actually happening. Friendship makes the game more special.

About a year ago, I started, mostly for fun but also for spending money, working a side gig as a bondage model at a small studio about an hour from college. There, I got to meet an assortment of characters who now call themselves “The Bondagettes of Pod F.” These girls went to prison for a variety of reasons, but at the end of the day they all either were good girls who made bad decisions and learned the errors of their ways or who were unjustifiably punished for reasonable actions.

Hannah Larsson falls into the former category. I met her at my first and second gigs, and I saw a lot of potential in her. Fast forward to today, and my estimation was spot on. Then, fear was her only reliable emotion in unfamiliar situations. I knew it from the day she first laid eyes upon me, that she was sexually attracted to me. I can't help that I wasn't attracted in kind, but I just wasn't because I am who I am with my own experiences and personality. We kickstarted things for her in a way, the nail in the coffin for her past life and desire to change her life.

We? Sorry, I should explain. I did these gigs with two of my sorority sisters, Cassie and Emilia, and Emiliais in the psychology program here at Minnesota Institute of Technology (Minn Tech). She told Hannah about the program, which happens to do research on juvenile delinquents. That sparked a fire in Hannah that led her to transferring from community college to Minn Tech just a month later. She knew she needed help and wanted to help.

Today, we played a fun game here at one of the sorority houses, a game called TUG Court, where we put Hannah on trial for falsified accusations of kidnapping me and three other girls. In reality she had done it as part of a modeling engagement. Problem was that my freshman roommate had been there and didn't want others to know, so I gave a convoluted and deceptive testimony to try to protect my friend. Naturally, when Hannah was declared innocent, the judge and jury decided I should be tortured by Hannah as my punishment for being a deceiver. I’m just getting what I deserve.

For court, I dressed nicely. I love this beige denim skirt I have that comes to my knees. With it, I wore a solid red t-shirt with a basic V-neck. I’m not afraid to show a little skin although I try to contain my torso. Leather sandals complement the outfit, and a couple of hair pins push my hair out of my face. My hair is mostly brown with a slight lean to a blonde color and shoulder length.

Hannah is a pretty girl my own size. She is strong because of mandatory exercise regimens she had to do in prison, but she isn't ripped. She is a stereotypical Swedish girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her eyes are so vivacious, but so often they glaze over from the trauma of horrors she experienced both during her prison phase and after it as well. Today, she wears an outfit just like the one she wore in prison, a lavender pocket t-shirt and black sweatpants with belt loops. With it, she wears a black bandana headband, a privilege she earned for good behavior. She dressed as a prisoner since she was on trial.

I decided, despite my better judgment and my Roman Catholicism, that today I would allow her to taste the forbidden fruit. After the game, I did let her torture me as retribution, but I gave her permission to do more in private. I don't know why I am doing this other than because I know she, deep down inside the depths of her heart, has been growing closer and closer to my Church. I’m a sorority girl, so of course I understand the temptations and struggles albeit for my own sins and flaws better than hers.

We're in Cassie’s bedroom for this, and Cassie is acting as our chaperon. Cassie is a kindly spirit who knows how to be heartless when necessary. If Hannah loses her self-control, Cassie will be able to throw her off me and simultaneously reason with her. Hannah has problems, and girls are her primary source of comfort. Cassie is a senior while we're sophomores, and she has had some dozen or more guys date her in college, so she can empathize with how men affected our friend.

“Don't be afraid,” I encourage her, “Just respect my limits. Don't be surprised if I surprise you.”
“Limits are something that I know too well,” her eyes glaze over, before she mutters, “Greg…”
“Enjoy the taste of the forbidden fruit, Hannah. Because we’re friends.”
“Right,” she smiles and looks at me, “We’re friends.”
“Enjoy the moment,” I hug her, and she returns the embrace, “Just tie me up well.)
“That’s right! I will,” the life rushes back to her, “In advance, thank you.”

Hannah contains her excitement at finally getting this long desired moment and begins by testing my arms with an infrequent elbow bondage. It feels good. I planned my day around this being her reward for winning. My beige denim knee skirt, my favorite, is paired with leather sandals and a red t-shirt. I’ve never engaged in anything like this, so it’s all going to be a surprise.

My captor ties my wrists together with similar strictness. This girl is incredibly strong despite it not looking to be so when she admitted that her friend outwrestled her in several seconds. All of those girls, Hannah and her friends from prison, are beasts of another kind. The ropes feel good though, and I feel safe even as Hannah gently raises my shirt to reveal my plain white bra. After a deep breath, she pulls the bra up to reveal my boobs. I can still turn back at this point, but why should I when she’s been such a precious friend. She’s rigged me up for bondage modeling gigs enough times; she’s rigged me up for games ranging from kidnappings to consensual play to sorority dirtiness. I feel safe letting her explore me, the girl on whom she’s always had a crush but could never get the affection returned. In fact, I’m smiling so much that she takes a photo.

“Joyce, don’t mind me,” she steals a kiss right on my lips!
“Hey, now!” I pull back, “You’re a good kisser, but I’m still a straight girl!”
“Sorry,” she blushes, “Thanks for the compliment.”
“Come on, our beautiful prison girl,” I taunt her, “Tie me up better, or I’ll escape!”
“Then I’ll have to face Crazy Annie!”
“You don’t want that, do you?” I strike up that familiar expression.

“Crazy Annie” is a joke. My stage name is “Annie,” and one day we, on the fly, filmed several scenes with me appearing on the screen with a tied up girl telling her how I was a jealous wife who refused to give up her husband and that I was considering killing them to ensure my hubbie would never look at them again. Most of the time, the scene would end after I appeared a second time and decided if the girl was sufficiently scared to leave or if I would kill her. I act like some crazed maniac throughout the scene, with buggy eyes yet skipping around like a playful child at the same time. Tied After Class has given me good memories at least.

Hannah pushes me onto the bed, and I giggle a bit even though she’s removing my panties. I’m happy to not be a dirty laundry lover right now! My ankles are crossed and tightly tied, familiar and tightly done in the studio style. Yes, I’m having fun making a dream come true. Something is special about Hannah, and I hope to see that spark of happiness she rarely shows the world. I watch her remove her own pants and panties, and this game is well underway.

“Be quiet,” Hannah pushes a blue rubber, with a red bandana through the holes, into my mouth.
“Mmmmm!” I moan and enjoy the feel of the gag while she tightly knots it.
“Let's silence you,” she grabs duct tape and begins wrapping my face in it.
“Gmmmmm!” I try to sound pitiful, but I quickly am suppressed by the gluey material.
“That’s it!” she breaks the tape, “Ready for my revenge, Crazy Annie?”
“Mmmmph!” I groan because she’s strongly enjoying kissing my gagged lips.

What have I done? My friend pushes me into the mattress while kissing me and rubbing herself against my body. I have witnessed grinding before, but I’ve never experienced it. It’s not much fun, really, but then again my experience with sex has only been dildos and the like with some of the sorority girls. I just started dating a guy who is into bondage, but we haven’t done that yet. I really just sold my V card to a girl who has lesbian fantasies of me? Not thinking about that…

I feel the happiness coming out of her body though, and there is also a bizarre thrill in it for me. I do not understand what that thrill is, but I know it is there. My best guess is the domination is the allure. I like being dominated, and in this consensual context I have lost even my freedom in sexuality. There’s a charm in this girl’s bashful behavior when she’s attracted to someone whom she respects. She’s even gotten to dominate our chaperone before.

Hannah really is lost in passion, and she’s warm and tender unlike her normal countenance. She has an unusual kindness. A year ago, lust made her very warm but selfish, but now she sees that her partner needs to be taken care of. She understands this is her chance to enjoy me in a context never previously permitted, but she’s grinding me with the desire to see me happy. Frankly, I can say that she’s an incredible lover. It’s a lot better than mindless strap-on torture, for sure. Dang, I’m making the sorority sound bad, aren’t I?

“Mmmmmm,” I groan a bit while looking into the happy blue eyes.
“Resist me. Play it up. TAC style. Your roommate has taken over and is grinding you!”
“Mmmph!” I try to resist, but the muscular girl controls the situation.
“That's it. Joyce, honey,” she groans a little, “You're an absolute doll.”
“Grrrmmm!” I push at her with my legs because I am feeling a burn in my crotch.
“Hey, hey!” she says and squeezes my breasts, “Baby, I’m going to win this war!”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm!” I collapse and arch in orgasm though… Dang.
“Don't mind me,” she says before doing something so disgusting I don't want to describe it.

She licked the juices off of me. More than that, she did it so well in combination with squeezing my breasts that she forced me, after a few minutes, to squirt on her face. She loved it though; it's not like I didn't know this or hadn't been around her during one of her exhibitionist moments, but it still was personally awkward. My respect for her grew, though, because she was still being as tender and caring as ever. Thankfully. I’d already told her that she was not allowed to force me to eat her own p-ssy. The rope prevented me from stopping her anyway.

We resumed grinding instead with her kissing me, her bound and gagged captive, and little time passed before she orgasmed herself. Holy cow, I thought she was going to drive me through the bed. Cassie laughed a little; she's been in my position before. Hannah’s list of sexual partners is longer than some of my closest friend's lists, and I’m another notch in her gun.

Hannah really has unrestricted passion in an unhealthy way. She sees a girl; she lusts; she talks her way into getting them naked. She has too much fun. In this building for today's TUG Court game were at least 7 girls whom she's dominated in a sexual context like this. She's kissed some of the others to test the waters; there is no question that she is into girls in a bad way. But, she is a lot better than she was a year ago, and that's why I am humoring her in this way. One year ago, she was a scared girl, lost in the world, having survived horrors beyond my comprehension, and her interest in girls was the only thing that hadn't brought her grief. With time, she slowly gains more and more control over her lust and now controls it more than it controls her.

I keep resisting her efforts; I truly am a weakling. I’m not athletic; I'm a Type I diabetic. I’m no gym girl at all either. I tried it and gave up after 3 weeks of hating it despite enjoying the friends who accompanied me. She loves strength training best of all, and she is in absolute control right now. Looking into her eyes shows me something special, her gratitude. We both collapse in our next orgasms before Hannah takes a deep breath.

“Any tortures you would like?”
“Mmmm,” I like it simple during passion, and I pull my arms out from behind my back anyway.
“You're a naughty girl!” she says, and I shrug but smile.
“I ought to tape you up, but I won't! I’ll hold you down instead.”
“Heee heee!” I giggle when she wraps her arms around me, pinning my arms down like rope.
“Joyce, thank you so much for this. I really am grateful for it.”

Maybe I wasn't an active partner, but once the gag was off we engaged in some pillow talk. She confided some of her emotions to me, and I got a precious understanding of the most complex person I know. This had been well worth the sacrifice for Hannah’s sake, and I know it's going to be a fruitful friendship.

With that, this adventure comes to a close.

THE END

[Caesar73]

The Interaction between your Characters is so well done! Very hot Chapter!

[LunaDog]

The Interaction between your Characters is so well done! Very hot Chapter!

Totally agree.

[AlexUSA3]

The Interaction between your Characters is so well done! Very hot Chapter!

Thanks. I wasn't too sure how it would go with the awkwardness of Hannah being attracted to a girl who was not going to reciprocate the feelings in even the slightest manner.