Friends Unite (F/4F -> 4F/2F)

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Friends Unite
Friends in Danger

“Mmmmmmmmm!” Sarah Johnson groans into her captive roommate's socks.
“Nnnnnggggg!” little Penny Nichols likewise groans into Sarah’s socks.
“Enjoying the taste, my ladies?” I, Karina, their captor, ask them in a taunting voice.
“Mmph! Neh uth ho!” the smaller captive demands, but Karina pulls her braid, “EEEK!”

Both are dressed naturally. Penny has bright blue gym shorts, a matching kerchief bandana, and a bright orange t–shirt. She is torqued up in ropes that bind her leg segments and her arms thrice each. A rough harness secures her arms, and she is subjected to an old torment that she had not experienced in years:a phallus was stuffed inside her. The phallus has a flat outer face so that it can be used and not visible on the outside at all. It's held in place by a crotch rope underneath her panties, one over her panties, and one over her shorts. Yes, she has three crotch ropes tying her up at the moment. Twine secures her big toes. She whips her braided blonde hair as part of her struggle, but it is a fruitless attempt to escape because she is bound so tightly.

Sarah is tied up in her favorite wide-roll electrical tape. She has all pastels on her figure, with a pink cotton knee skirt with white flowers, a blue sweater, and a blue bandana headband. Her hair is also in a ponytail courtesy a white scrunchie. Green electrical tape encases her legs and thighs and binds her crossed wrists behind her back. More wraps around her trunk on either side of her tits and at her waist. She’s in a sticky situation for sure. A thin green electrical tape ties her big toes and wraps her feet together. At least on my watch, she is going nowhere for a long time.

They really are gagged with each other's socks. Sarah shares Penny’s foot fetish, but she was a successful foot fetish model unlike Penny. Sarah’s face is wrapped in 2 inch electrical tape, and Penny has a knotted red bandana cleave gag under the neon pink duct tape that crushes her face. Both gags extend beyond this to include wrapping to hold one of Sarah’s white canvas sneakers against their noses for more foot fetish paradise. They sit on a brown leather sofa.

They struggle and groan into the socks that fill their mouths and unwillingly breathe through the shoes that are firmly in place over their noses. Which is worse? The taste or the smell? Cheese can be stinky in both forms. These two girls were so tightly bound that escape seemed to be an impossibility, and Penny was forced to groan in orgasm because of the phallic torture.

There was another girl to consider. Genevieve Badeaux, unaware of what was happening, was in a happy mood, humming as she entered the room. She was always dressed in a pretty fashion. A tight fitting red miniskirt, classic brown pantyhose, red flats, purple sleeveless V-neck t-shirt top, and brown paisley bandana headband (which doubles as her mood ring) were her choice of outfit and quite typical for her. Her brown hair easily brushes the tops of her shoulders even when she is slouching. As she does so often, she has knotted the top to make a crop top that shows off her belly and the navel piercing that holds meaning to only her and those whom she chooses to tell.

“Oh, my goodness!” Genevieve steps into the bedroom, “Who did this to you?!”
“Mmmmm!” both use their noses to point to the armed gun moll in the closet.
“I did,” I point a disengaged handgun to hold up Genevieve, “Sit down on the chair.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the French girl gulps and does as ordered, accepting the Irish-8 handcuffs.
“Cuff your arms behind your back,” I order her, and she complies without a word, “Be quiet.”

Now it is apparent to all that I, the kidnapper, am wearing blue gym shorts, a pink t-shirt, knotted to show off my own belly and navel piercing, and a blue bandana headband. My feet are clad in pink canvas sneakers and white socks. I sure don't look like a typical bandit or assailant, but I’m not on a typical mission either. I’m here for nothing but the thrill of torturing my friends. Either I am vilely sadistic, or I am cruelly mischievous.

Genevieve, always the pretty one, gets the locking restraints, which she enjoys most of all when she is engaging in a consensual moment with friends. She says it’s like being helplessly hugged by a loved one, but this is very different from a consensual game. This is a kidnapping, and she’s wide-eyed with fear. A black forearm-sleeve armbinder is added to her arms for extra tightness. I pull the straps tight and even add a padlock to ensure she goes nowhere.

“No!” she shakes her head and turns away when I approach her to gag her.
“Eat them voluntarily,” the smell is obvious, “Or be force fed them in a horrid way.”

Into Genevieve’s mouth goes a noxious pair of socks. They aren’t worn socks, but they aren’t a clean pair either. Instead, they’ve been coated in a mixture of corn starch, vinegar powder, alum, cocoa powder, and glycerin. It’s a nasty mixture to say the least, and it’s a thick coating on both sides of the socks. This combination will stay with her for a long time. A knotted handkerchief cleave gag pushes the socks deep into her mouth, and 6 layers of red duct tape crushes her face. I do not spare her, and she is roiling at the taste of the socks. I will not give her a reprieve from the gag though. I pull a muzzle over her head and padlock it. I also put a posture collar around her neck and padlock it to restrict her movement. She is truly helpless and tortured already. The camera focuses on Sarah and Penny for a little bit so Genevieve may orgasm from true arousal.

A leather harness is pulled over Genevieve’s body and used to secure her body to the chair, her arms to her body, and her arms to the chair. A crotch strap is pulled under her body and the back of the chair so that any attempts to slouch will irritate her or arouse her. The harness is purposely larger than is appropriate for her torso so that the chair can be included. Harnesses wrap around her legs, starting at her waist and going down her legs to her ankles. The rings found in perfect alignment down the insides of her legs are ideal for padlocks. Another pair of Irish-8s binds her ankles together, and straps secure her ankles to the underframe of the chair and her thighs to the seat of the chair both at her waist and above her knees. She is trapped.

“Gmmmmmmm!” she groans helplessly, wide-eyed with fright, and kicks her legs out a bit.
“Ha ha haaaa! You're going nowhere!” I squeeze her cheek, “You're cute and helpless!”

The thick coating on the socks ensures Genevieve will suffer for a long time. She grimaces and squirms, but there is really nothing she can do to fight back at this point. She is locked tightly in two pairs of Irish-8s, a harness, a collar, an armbinder, and all the locks along her legs. She is an absolute bondage doll, which is why I pull her shirt down and off her breasts to reveal that she’d not worn a bra. Tits out, my friends, and nothing like binder clips for a lovely set at that!

“Mmmmmmmmm!” Genevieve groans and squirms herself into a massive orgasm.
“What the heck?!” M.A. arrives just then, and I grab my gun.
“Stick ‘em up, Maddy! I’m having fun!” I laugh at her, “Ready to get the works? No talking!”

Maddy is an absolute babe. I wish she weren't straight because her outfit would have given me a boner if I were a man. Tight, form-fitting blue leather pants show her muscles from her real day job, and the blue kerchief bandana adds balance. White socks and white combat boots are great to add contrast, and her white crop top t-shirt shows her belly and her six-pack abs. She also has blue bandana wristbands, a nice way to add more blue to things without being overpowering. A multitude of pewter medals and religious symbols hang around chains on her neck.

And then I’m mean, really mean. Remember how I tied Penny? I do four each on Maddy’s legs, thighs, and arms along with the harness and multi-layered waist/crotch rope. I skip the bare skin crotch rope, though, and tie them over her panties and over her pants. I do something rotten, though; I use speaker wire. Yes, wire. My socks are in her mouth under a knotted black bandana cleave gag, and clear tape wraps about her head. I hogtie her from her ankles to her elbows. She is such a wonderful captive in her edgy outfit, and she is in a captivity that is perfect for her.

“Let's see these beauties,” I pull her shirt up to reveal her natural 34DD floppy French titties.
“Nmmmmmmmm!” she wails and tries to resist me as best as she possibly can, but it is useless.
“You're such a hottie. Oh… my…. goodness!”
“Mmmmmmmmm!”

I decide to leave them to escape on their own, but not before I add vibrators to Penny’s, Maddy’s, and Genevieve's predicaments. Those will make everything harder. Sarah can't escape without a pair of scissors; Maddy’s hogtied; Genevieve's locked up. They're all dependent upon Penny, the girl renowned for the clockwork orgasm, although what the interval will be varies each time. It's been all so impromptu here. This all deserves a little plot explanation.

Because of the no talking rule and the way the film began, the plot is open ended. Am I merely a psychopath? Am I a bandit? Do I know them personally? Maybe I’m a roommate! These sorts of things are often done on purpose so you can fill in the gaps yourself. I like writing scripts that are like this, although this one was co-authored by Penny. It allows you to think.

Sarah squirms and quietly complains into her gag. She doesn't permit vibration or exposure, so I often just leave her to her own devices during scenes unless spanking and tickling are allowed in the scene. Here, since I didn't expose her or Penny, I give her a kiss on the lips before I go. She is getting an emotional high out of being gagged with Penny’s socks; she and Penny love feet in a kinky way. Being tied and gagged with electrical tape is Sarah’s favorite.

Penny is the loudmouth in bondage. In her heart, despite her outward anger, she’s bouncing with joy because I gagged her with Sarah’s socks. Smelling feet, being gagged with socks, even being gagged with another girl’s foot, and sniffing shoes all bring joy to these two, and they love doing it to others just as much. Having Sarah’s sneakers over their face and being so tightly tied is how I start when I want to push them towards subspace, but how I accomplish that beyond spanking and tickling varies. For Penny, it's hair bondage and a phallus stuffed into her vagina; for Sarah, it's suspension and verbal abuse. Scream, Penny, but you're going to orgasm many, many times.

Genevieve is not too vocal when she is bound and gagged. She makes noise, but she mostly sits and methodically explores her captivity. She is competent at escaping, but being locked up is the best way to please her. She enjoys a useless struggle. The faces she’s making because of the gag are precious and worth every second of film. Because she is extremely strong, being locked is a drug to her. She spends a lot of time quietly melting in orgasms because of her situation. Just as an aside, my favorite parts of her bondage are the collar and the leather harness.

Maddy Vee deserves special mention for being the owner of the studio hosting this production in her own home. Her hair really is wild, and she has learned that kerchiefs hold her hair back for a film better than headbands. This edgy wild style of dress is her real style, and she loves speaker wire bondage most but enjoys all. She loves a dirty sock gag, but ball gags are her favorite. She has a strict limit: no crotch exposure whatsoever is allowed on her or in her films.

Penny is collapsing in orgasm every 186 seconds. That means she gets 3 minutes to try to untie either Maddy or Sarah before she becomes useless for 20 seconds. When she orgasms, she really drops like a stone. It's a good thing she can't orgasm without stimulation because otherwise she could get killed trying to cross the street. She is still trying to untie Maddy, and this is how Film 1 of this multi-production will come to an end, with the hope of escape being realized as reality.

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Friends’ Revenge

“That absolute b-tch! How could she do that to us?!” Penny spits out the socks that gagged her.
“Gmmmmmmm!” Sarah begs for help to escape from her bondage.
“She's a real monster! She didn't leave the keys!” Maddy yelled, “I can't help Genevieve!”
“Sarah, sorry, baby, but your socks taste terrible,” the little blonde cuts Sarah free.
“Mmmph,” Sarah rolls her eyes as if to say, “Yeah, because your socks are so delicious.”
“I could just leave you like that, but I won't,” the ever caustic Penny cuts more tape.
“Mmmmmmmm!” Genevieve quietly slumps in another orgasm.

The girls have a lot of work to do. Penny has to remove the phallus that was once wedged inside her body; Penny and Maddy have the nipple clamps. Clothes must be put back. Maddy doesn't have too much to do, but she sees it as personal and puts it back in just the right way, including her kerchief. Penny just adjusts to be comfortable and proper again without being picky.

“Shhhh!” Maddy points to the hallway, “I hear Lucille’s hum.”

Lucille Rossi is indeed humming. She hums because humming makes her happy. Down the hall walks a tall girl with stylish glasses. She has a pleated brown mini-skirt, brown pantyhose, and a pair of dark brown combat boots. In a fashionable match, she has a beige button-up long-sleeve blouse with a brown bandana headband holding her hair back. The smile on her face is bright.

The tall hockey player is the biggest of all. We go up from the lowly 5’0” of Penny to me at 5’4” to Genevieve at 5’7”. Maddy is half an inch above that, and Lucille is just above 5’9”. The grin on her face is wiped off when she enters the room and see Sarah unwrapping electrical tape from her face. Still, innocence prevails, and the smile returns. Maddy has her back to Lucille.

“Awwwwww, you played a game,” Lucille giggles a little, “Did you have fun?”
“Ummmm,” Maddy winks at Penny and turns around, “Sure. In fact, you're playing, too!”
“Oh, sh-t!” the big girl realizes that Penny, Maddy, and Sarah are seething with anger, “Stop it!”
“Quick, Pen,” the big Maddy orders, “Prep one of the big ball gags. Sarah, give me a hand!”

The big ball gag is, in this case, a 2.5 inch orange rubber dog ball that has holes in the sides, big enough for a bandana, purple in this case, to pass through the holes. Lucille doesn't know what's going to happen to her or why they're doing this to her. She only understands that she is gagged by Maddy’s hand and that Sarah is using rope to bind her. The beautiful brown eyes grow wide in fright, realizing that whatever happened was nonconsensual and cruel and that she is about to become the object by which this group of friends exacts revenge on the perpetrator(s). Once her arms are crossed and bound behind her back, Maddy lets go to help Sarah bind the Italian girl.

“No no nooo!” Lucille begs, “Please no! Gmmphhhhh!” the orange ball fills her mouth.
“Let's show her just how rough we can be,” Maddy pulls Lucille’s skirt off.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Nmmmmmm!” the captive shakes her head in a desperate plea for mercy.
“Let's open her up, too,” Penny unbuttons Lucille's shirt, “Oh, someone went top commando!”

The captors tie a breast harness and a crotch rope and bind Lucille’s legs in three spots along her thighs and legs. The ankle bond wraps into the heels of her boots so she cannot remove them. A wide-eyed, desperate, terrified girl peers at her captors through her glasses before those are taken from her as well. Binder clips squeeze her nipples. She is pushed down to kneeling on the floor with her tits on the sofa. She is right where they want her, bound, gagged, and humiliated.

On the chair in the corner, Genevieve continues to suck upon that diabolical concoction swilling in her mouth. She has experienced gags like this before, and she finds them to be as unique and special as dirty sock gags. Now she is locked up, exposed, and ignored, forgotten in the other’s excitement at capturing Lucille. Genevieve blushes because she’d rather be next to Lucille if she must remain captive; then they could exchange erotic gagged kisses and maybe even grind.

The big strong French girl cannot even turn her head or bend her neck. The collar is a perfect fit for her, and there is this hierarchy of gag layers going from collar to muzzle to tape to socks. An intricate complexity is added by the many locks that hold her in place, especially the harness that is keeping her from slouching in the chair. This bondage was truly both arousing and exciting.

“Let's torture her until Kari gets back,” Sarah devilishly suggsests with a sly grin.
“Yeah, let's give her some thrills,” Maddy's edgy outfit is perfect for the role.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“AAHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOO!” Lucille shrieks, squirms, and drools.
“She needs a little buzzer treatment, too,” Penny puts a vibrator against Lucille’s crotch.
“Mmmmmmm!” the captive shakes her head, but the tape holds the wand against her body.

Lucille’s beautiful brown eyes are as wide as saucers now. Sweat pours off her brow. She is in an absolute panic now because she is the innocent victim of another's deeds. She is humiliated by the loss of her skirt and the exposure of her breasts. Her skin glistens from the moisture she is emitting from her skin, and her muscles are tense because she cannot predict what will happen to her next. Sarah loosely hogties Lucille so the Italian girl can maintain the 90 degree angle on the sofa but also have her feet no longer touching the floor.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! fills the air followed by the sounds of giggling. Tickling Lucille is mixed into the torture, but the big girl is also interrupted by the need to orgasm. Eight layers of duct tape wraps her face to silence her a little more, but the big ball gag still wedges her mouth open. All Lucille can do is squirm, wail, and scream. She is helpless and in danger, and it's all my fault.

“YEOW!” Lucille yells in response to Penny twisting one of the binder clip nipple clamps.
“C’mon, Sarah, another round of tickling after I do this,” Maddy is in charge now.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“We still need to get those keys from Kari,” the ringleader hasn't forgotten Genevieve.

In the corner, Genevieve sits in the chair, quietly orgasming, being ignored, and struggling in her forced silence. The gag continues to torture her taste buds and her mucous membranes with that bizarre mixture of ingredients. The Irish-8s and locking armbinder rigidly hold her arms. Along her legs, another pair of Irish-8s and those leg harnesses with their padlocks hold her securely. A padlock is part of the muzzle gag, and the collar is lock in place as well. Only the torso harness is not locked into place, and those straps are pulled tight to hold her rigid against the chair back.

Giggles and laughter fill the air for a moment, but soon are interrupted. “YEOW!” Lucille cries out because of another pair of nipple cripples, and then the familiar SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! follows. Another groan from a vibrator and crotch rope induced orgasm fills the air, and the wide-eyed, soaking wet girl wails.

Penny grabs Lucille by the air and pulls her in a smooth straight arc so that the captive is on her back on the floor, looking up at her three assailants. Now it is obvious just as much her lungs are heaving, and her beautiful abs are now obvious in their near perfect form. Her breaths are rapid yet strong. Her eyes beg for mercy, but mercy is the last thing she is about to receive. Penny sits on Lucille's stomach and puts her right foot up against Lucille’s nose. Maddy lifts Lucille’s legs.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“What the f-ck are you doing to my girlfriend?!” I interrupt the festival of torture.
“Well, well, well,” Sarah quickly blocked the doorway, “About time you arrived.”
“Hey!” I yell when Penny walks up to me and drops my shorts, “What's the meaning of this?!”
“What a rich question coming from you!” again, Sarah taunts me, “Like you don't know!”
“We want keys, Kari,” Maddy takes off her boots and her socks, “And you're giving them to us.”

Penny and Sarah work together to remove my shirt before the same speaker wire gets used to tie me up in the exact same way I tied Maddy. Wrists and elbows, a harness, two crotch ropes, three on each leg segment, and, for dessert, two binder clips. The appetizer is Maddy’s socks gagging me with 7 wraps of duct tape. A padlocked open face hood ensures I will not remove the gag. I am forced onto my knees on the floor with the three angry girls surrounding me and Lucille.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Pain sears through my body, but I can take it because I am a tough cookie with spanking.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Gmmmmmmm!” Lucille endures her 48th spank so far.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Mmmmmmm!”
“Tell us where the keys are, you wretch!” Penny grabs me by the nipples and pulls me up.
“Nooo!” I angrily refuse in my anger at their treatment of my girlfriend.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I’m up to 24 spanks, and Lucille is at 56. A vibrator is strapped to my thigh. My pink sports bra is gone, and all I still have are my pink briefs. The hook in the room is used to torment me even further with a string connecting my binder clips. Another string connects the clips to the hook so I yank on the binder clips unless I stand on my tiptoes. Pain shoots through my body, but I’m not about to surrender so easily. They will have to do a lot more than this to break me.

Maddy’s socks are far from succulent. Toe cheese is not the worst thing in the world, but I much prefer Gouda or Manchego. Still, dirty socks taste worse when they've been inside combat boots for a while, and I don't know why. I’m a psychology major, a B.A. at that, not a scientist. That's a problem for someone else to figure out, and I hope they have kinky fun finding out, too.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I groan loudly because of the strain. With a yell, I jerk my nipples out of the binder clips, but it’s slightly in vain because the vibrator forces my first orgasm. I’m not the type to drop like Penny, but it's hard to keep upright when I’m bound and gagged. As a result, I fall into Maddy’s arms; it is a short-lived peace because Maddy fondles my tits before twisting my nipples in her fingers. I let out a shriek that could be heard three doors down when she does that to me.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I toss myself back up and try to hop away, but Penny blocks the door. How many more spanks is too many? Lucille is tapping out from so much spanking with so little variety in what happens to her. She can handle 64 spanks… with a multitude of nipple cripples, fondling, some pinching of her nose, beating her feet, and much more tickling than she has received. Still, this is the point.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Gmmmmmmm!” I drop to my knees and push myself into a corner to protect my rear.

That time, they each took a turn. So much spanking is going to push me too quickly. I look up and, to my horror, see Maddy with a wooden yardstick in her hand. I shake my head desperately, but I know it's useless. There are three of them and one of me. Maddy’s socks taste worse now that she is destroying me like this. With a pitiful wail, I accept what is coming to me next.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” I cry out in pain before I orgasm because I love interrogation scenes so much.
“Will you surrender and tell us where the keys are?” Maddy asks me in a stern voice.
“No!” I look at them and plead for mercy with my blue eyes.
“You asked for it, big time,” Penny shakes her head and takes the stick from Maddy.
“No! No! Hleathe no!” I wail loudly, but they're coming for me again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I slump in another orgasm. I can now see that Genevieve is completely lost in subspace like I’ve never seen before. She is acting much like herself, like she always does, but she’s so relaxed and indifferent to things now. I cannot pay attention to her any longer, because my nipples are being clamped again, and Penny cruelly twists the clamps. I brace myself because I know it's coming.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“Mmmmmmm!” I wail in agony from the punishment delivered by Ms. Sarah Johnson.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“No! No! No!” I cry out, but Penny not only beats me but also twists the clamps again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“MMMMMMMMMM!” I only get a brief break from Maddy’s punishment before she resumes.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“Nooooooo!” I snap my fingers thrice; I can't take anymore after 112 spanks and 56 whacks.
“Wooooo! Victory!” Sarah cheers, and the film ends with my captors high-fiving each other.

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Friends’ Aftercare

Off comes the hood that sealed me into the tape gag, and off comes the tape. Sarah is gentle with her technique, and I spit out the socks. I am on my stomach now with pain searing through every part of my body, but my feet and rear are throbbing with pain. I’m lost now, deep in the reaches of my subspace. I’m the only girl in this room who can still lucidly process her limits while in a subspace; the rest all need someone to vouch for her. Lucille is already untied and free from her bondage after being tortured due to my deeds. She pulls me off the floor and erotically kisses my lips before sitting on the sofa with me across her lap. Maddy is unlocking the collar and muzzle. She unpeels the tape and pulls the socks out of Genevieve's mouth. What a strong French girl!

“Baby,” I turn to Lucille and take a sip of Powerade, “untie me, please.”
“With pleasure,” she kisses me on the lips before beginning to untie the wires.
“Aren't they cute?” Genevieve settles into her subspace and accepts her helplessness.

I’m lost in my own state. Pain sears throughout my body, and I respond by passionately kissing Lucille while she releases me. I’m not troublesome, just silly and horny. I know she needs to be given some space to do the task, but she appreciates my obvious affections. The others relax and enjoy the sights of Genevieve enjoying herself and Lucille and I enjoying each other. Then she’s cuddling me. I’m small enough that I make a perfect cuddle toy for her. Little do I realize how tightly I’m hugging her. My eyes are closed, and my head is nestled on her tits, which are still exposed. We’ve used each other's tits for pillows enough times before; it's a silly way for us to cement our relationship. How precious we are to each other!

“This harness is like a hug,” Genevieve quietly comments, “I love hug-like bondage.”
“Mmmmm, I love you,” I am getting too into kissing my girlfriend, “Such a spicy Italian.”
“Mwah!” Penny loudly mocks us before bursting into laughter.
“All right, Gen, let's undo those hugs,” Maddy begins removing the torso and leg harnesses.
“I enjoy being locked up like that. It does something to me, different from a prison lock-up.”
“Says the girl who has been in prison scenes,” I cheekily remark, much to her delight.
“My goodness,” Sarah checks out the container with the gag mixture, “This is disgusting.”
“I made it myself. Isn't it delicious?” the Napoleonic little blonde Penny gets in Sarah’s face.

It's a fascinating mixture to say the least. Gen, Penny, Lucille, and two or three others have tried these noxious kinds of gags before. This one is vinegar powder for tang and burn, alum for just a little puckering and to dry out her mouth, baking soda for bitterness and to balance the vinegar, cinnamon for warmth, cocoa for a little extra bitterness and stiffness, and cornstarch for texture. Glycerin makes it stick to the socks and have a smoother texture. The dry goods are sifted first. It's no wonder Maddy is splitting a Gatorade with Genevieve!

Lucille jumps and begins putting her clothes back on. She is an artist at the striptease, but she is an absolute doll when she's getting dressed. Only she can make getting dressed so erotic. We’re a bunch of kinky girls, but she is a total seductress. Some of us are natural vamps, but I’m not on the list. Lucille proudly struts over to the now-standing Gen and puts her clothes back on with a seductive touch. Once everything is just so, Lucille kisses Gen’s belly, right at the piercing.

“Let's go, hottie!” Lucille slings the still handcuffed Genevieve over her shoulder and carries her out of the room. The helpless captive giggles loudly in protest as the film fades out…

THE END

Friends Unite
Production Date: Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Featuring	Model Name
Mary-Ann Voisin	Maddy Vee
Ashley Calland	Genevieve Badeaux
Hannah Jones	Sarah Johnson
Kendra Kristensen	Penny Nichols
Hannah Larsson	Karina Nilsson
Michela Palmeri	Lucille Rossi

Total Duration of Films: Approximately 115 minutes

Let me add to things. The girls I mentioned have tried crazy flavors in the gags: straight vinegar powder, hot pepper flake, and even plain, slightly diluted alum. For them, it's humiliating, and a gag like that helps push Genevieve towards her subspace. I could never do it on film; I tried it as a part of a game with Maddy and surrendered within 5 or 10 minutes.

On another note, I can be a warrior. I once acted in an interrogation scene at another studio, with Penny as the dominatrix, where the goal was to make me tap out. Over approximately 3 hours of film, she paddled me 247 times, hit my feet 139 times, twisted my nipples 32 times, struck other parts of my body 62 times, forced me to orgasm 28 times (which is a ton for me), smothered or otherwise snuffed me in 4 ways (sometimes repeatedly or while doing other things), tickled me until I was in literal tears of pain, pulled my hair 46 times, suspended me upside down, and twice locked me in a container of some sort. Only after all that did I tap out. We did it in winter since I needed long-sleeves and pants for two weeks afterwards.

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