TUG Court 2 (F/FF & F/F): When Good Girls Go Bad - Finished

[AlexUSA3]

TUG Court 2 - Introduction
Saturday, May 28, 2016

“MMMMMMMMM!” the defendant wails as she is brought into the courtroom.

Jenny Kristensen has been bound and gagged in an inescapable fashion. She is red-faced, angry, and adorable. She looks right at me and yells into her gag, but it is useless. She cannot talk or be understood by anyone except herself. What has been done to her, I do not know, but I have heard that her arrest was quite the adventure. I look down and notice that both Jenny and one of her kidnappers have bare feet, and I know what has happened to her for certain.

My little friend can try to look angry, but I know that deep down inside she is loving every single moment of this. She is a rope bunny, and a legendary one at that. She stomps the carpet, but her bare feet do not make any noise. She is quite helpless, and she knows it. Again, she howls into the gag, but it is useless. How I love my best friend’s gag talk.

“MMMMMMMMM!” is all I hear, and it is music to my ears.
“Order in the court!” the judge announces, but Jenny isn’t listening to that.
“MMM MMMMMMMM!” she continues to protest her kidnapping by bounty hunters.
“Pinch her nose shut,” the judge is quite calm, and my friend Alexandra does the honors.
“I said I’d be your defense attorney, but I cannot defend you if you’re being an idiot!” she hisses.
“Ohhhhhhh,” the beet-red little girl whines a little bit sadly at the end of her fun.
“Thank you,” the judge smiles and takes her seat.

“Jenny Daniel Kristensen, you have been charged with 2 counts of kidnapping, 3 of piracy, and 6 of torture. The accusers are Miss Nichole Blakely and Miss Casey Clark. Due to the nature of the crimes, I am not letting you plead. You must face a jury of your peers, like it or not, and you will remain bound and gagged until further notice due to your aggressive behavior.”

Jenny looks down at the carpet and groans sadly. She is such a ham, and that’s why I love her so much. OK, not true, but it’s one thing I do love about her. She is happy as a clam to be tightly bound and gagged like that, and she will not put much effort into escaping. The bounty hunters mentioned likely had no trouble in capturing her. She again squirms and stomps, but this time it is in silence. She is trying to escape, but she is tied too tightly.

“It is simple,” the prosecutor stands up, “Jenny Danielle Kristensen, one by one, ambushed both of her guests, tied them up, gagged them, spanked them, and tickled them, all while cosplaying as a pirate.”
“I will show that my client did it all in good fun, within the spirit of the rules of our club,” says the defense attorney, “And that she even gave warning that she was going to perform the acts. It was, essentially, a consensual game.”

“You ready for this?” my friend Casey looks at me and offers her fist.
“Am I ever,” I bump her fist back.

“This trial has officially begun!” the judge cracks her gavel.

Girl	Role
Alexandra Watkins	the defense attorney
Ashley Calland	the bailiff
Casey Clark	accuser #1
Cassie Novak	the judge
Hannah Larsson	a witness
Jenny Kristensen	the defendant
Joy Fredericks	a witness
Luisa Palmeri	Cop #1
Mary-Ann Voisin	Cop #2
Michela Palmeri	the prosecutor
Nichole Blakely	accuser #2
Other CGC girls	the jury

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Another fun court-themed story begins

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TUG Court 2 - Chapter 1
Saturday, May 28, 2016

Jenny's kidnappers, the bounty hunters, had no mercy in tying and gagging the small girl, that is for sure. Luisa looks too sweet to be a kidnapper, wearing a knee-length skirt, but Mary-Ann is a likely candidate given she is cosplaying in her police uniform. Perhaps my assignment is wrong: one is a cop, and the other is an undercover cop.

Poor Jenny. I share a bedroom with her, my best friend and sister from another mother. She is in orange today: orange trainers (athletic shorts), a black sleeveless t-shirt, and an orange kerchief bandana. Her socks are gone, stuffed into her mouth, and her hair is in a typical braid held by a black scrunchie.

Like I said, Mary-Ann Voisin, one of the most interesting people I know, is cosplaying as a cop with a very realistic uniform. She has black pants, shirt, boots, and socks. What is unusual are the black fingerless gloves and the black western paisley kerchief bandana. She is such a happy girl. She is grinning ear to ear and right now hand gagging Luisa and noogying her.

“Behave yourselves!” Judge Novak warns, and Luisa scrambles to another seat.

Luisa is an adorable young lady with a healthy curiosity of dominating TUGs. She has little to no desire to be tied up, unlike the rest of us present. Her charcoal grey woolen skirt is accented by a lighter grey t-shirt and a grey kerchief bandana. Her socks are the ones in Jenny's mouth, but there is something else adorable about her uniform. Unique to her and Mary-Ann are those fingerless gloves, which are a very tasteful touch.

Prosecutor Michela A. Palmeri, older sister of Luisa, is wearing a similar outfit, except Michela has her bandana as a headband and is wearing black pantyhose with black 1-inch heels. They so often match their outfits out of such a passionate love for each other, and it makes me long for an opportunity to do the same with Jenny or my biological sister.

The defense attorney, one Miss Alexandra Watkins, was quite the friendly and formal girl. Much like her rival, she had hose and heels, but her hose was traditional brown, and it appeared to be in place courtesy… a garter? Man, she has taken too many pages out of her book of experiences of bondage modeling. Beige heels and a beige woolen business suit are paired with golden reading glasses. She is quite the friendly girl, but she’s not afraid to fire sharp words from her tongue.

As I mentioned, the arresting officers were merciless. Jenny is bound in brown rope from head to toe. Literally. Her wrists, forearms, and elbows are torqued behind her back and pinned with a detailed breast harness and a waist/crotch rope that looks painful. Her ankles, lower and upper shins, and her knees are tied on that segment, and her lower, mid, and upper thighs are similarly bound. Brown twine ties her big toes, and twine ties her fingers together in intricate fashion. Two pairs of socks are in her mouth, and I see a black bandana cleave gag poking out behind her head. My guess is that her face is under 8 layers of orange duct tape. She is sweating so much I expect a severe thunderstorm to form and drop some hail on us.

“All right, then. If there are no objections,” Michela stands up, “I will call Miss Casey Clark to the stand first.”
“No objections,” Alexandra smiles cordially, “Make your own bed and lie in it.”
“Shut up,” Judge Novak rolls her eyes, “We’re supposed to be civil here, you maggot!”
“Is this when I gag people?” the bailiff looks towards me with hope in her eyes.
“No!” the judge slams the gavel, “Prepare the witness.”
“Oui,” Ashley takes the Bible and makes Casey put her hands upon it, “Du yu solemnuhly zwehr tu tell ze druth ze ‘ohl’ druth an’ notheeng buh zee druth?!

Ashley giggles proudly. She has a French accent, but she has exaggerated it beyond belief. She is another girl in a cop uniform, all black, with boots, pants, a shirt, socks, and even a matching solid bandana headband. Even a fake shiny badge accompanies her uniform. She is quite into a role once it is given to her, but we all howl at the face Casey makes when Ashley says that.

“I shall try again,” she starts from scratch, “Do yoo solemnily swehr to tell thee truth, thee whole truth, and notheeeenngg but thee truth?”
“I do solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth!” Casey responds with confidence, “And I solemnly swear to give you English lessons after this trial is complete!”
“WELL!” the bailiff turns around and walks back to her previous post in haughty fashion.
“Look you two,” Cassie is fighting her desire to laugh, “This is a courtroom.”
“I knoowwww,” Ashley smiles so sweetly and innocently knowing fully well what she has done.
“Your witness, Miss Palmeri.”

Michela looks up from behind her glasses and smiles a little bit before looking at me. She stands up, brushes herself off, and approaches the chair while studying her yellow legal pad. There is a strange smile on her face, strange and empty. The eyes are full of life while simultaneously dead and flat. Michela is a traumatized girl who is trying to harness her past for her good, and so far I think she's doing pretty well at that. It's like practice for one day being a real lawyer.

“Miss Clark, what happened on Saturday, May 21, 2016?” Michela begins the questioning.
“I was duct taped and tickled by Miss Jenny Kristensen and gagged with her dirty socks.”
“Is Miss Kristensen in this room?” Michela removes her glasses.
“That's her, right there,” she points to Jenny, of course.
“Tell us,” Michela continues, “In your own words, what happened that day.”

“It was a sleepover at Jenny's house with the original Cool Girls: me, Jenny, Nichole, Hannah, and Joy. We consider Joy an original even though she's really the first inductee.”

“Keep the facts relevant,” Michela reminds her with a smile and puts her glasses back on.

“Five of us at Jenny’s. Joy was taking a shower, and Hannah was setting up for video games. I went into the bedroom to put my pajamas on. When I came out, Miss Kristensen was holding a rope bound Nichole, who I conjectured was gagged with Hannah's socks since Hannah was now suddenly barefoot. I didn’t know yet what was going on until Jenny spoke.

“‘There’s only room for four to play, and I chose you because I love you so much!’ Jenny said in a most adorable fashion. One cannot describe how much she loves Nichole. It’s adorable and so lovable, but at the same time it was dastardly. Nichole’s not been the same since that accident in the spring.”

“Excuse me?” Michela pauses the testimony, “What ‘accident’ is this?”
“She was hit by a car while in a crosswalk at school. Pushed Jenny out of the way even.”
“Continue.”

“Jenny has kindly taken advantage of her newfound position of power, being able to take down a girl bigger than herself. She was always stronger than Nichole, but she was too tiny to use it. As I said, she said it outright that she’d done it, but I cannot say for dead certain that Jenny did it all on her or own or even that she did the majority of it.”

“What I do know is this: that Jenny saw me in my pajamas, studied me carefully, and carefully put Nichole aside in the care of Hannah for the moment. She looked right at me, and she cutely said, ‘Gangsta Friend, you look so cozy! I think I’ll rope you up too!’ Then she tackled me and tied me up.”

“Well, Miss Clark, how were you and Miss Blakly tied up, and how, if at all, did she gag you?” a true lawyer like Michela was clever with her questions.

“Oh, it was pretty basic fare. Nichole isn’t flexible enough for elbow ties, and I need to be asked before those can be done. Instead of asking, Jenny went for a crossed wrists tie.”
“Your honor, I object!” Alexandra jumps up.
“On what grounds?” Judge Novak screws up her face.
“That it would assist the jury if the witness talked one of us through tying her up so we can see an exact example of things, as she remembers them.”
“Sustained. Miss Voisin, go slowly so that Miss Clark’s recollection is recreated exactly.”
“I will be glad to cooperate,” Casey turns in the seat while Mary-Ann is grabbing her supplies.
“It is much appreciated.”
“In fact, I brought those exact pajamas just in case!” Casey jumps up and runs to the bathroom.

I look at Jenny and smile, and she can’t help but to blush and smile back despite her gag. I love her so much, but justice must be served, right? I actually don’t really care; it just seemed like a fun way to spend a day together with some good people. Whatever happens happens, and we all will laugh about a fine day of friendship. After all, Jenny is effectively my sister; we sleep in the same bedroom, after all.

Casey emerges in the same pajamas she wore that night, including the same bandana she wore on that day. Casey was one of the few girls who wore your standard camo as part of an outfit, and it was a standard green camouflage bandana headband upon her head along with matching fleece pajama pants and a black t-shirt. Black socks were upon her feet, just like that night. Casey was an adorable human, inside and out, just like Jenny.

“Now, does the jury understand that a reenactment, in the victim’s words, is taking place?”
“Sure thing, Judgie!” came from one of the jurors.
“If someone is able, gag that girl!”
“MGMMGMGMM! NO! STOP!” came through the conference call, “MMMMMM!”
“I am so powerful,” Cassie grinned, “I can order the gagging of people in Florida. Miss Voisin, you may begin the demonstration at any time.”
“All right,” Mary-Ann eagerly began to tie up Casey’s wrists.
“Crossed wrists, quite thorough,” the victim said.

Mary-Ann carefully took a coil of clothesline, the same kind that Jenny used and that all of the Cool Girls used, for that matter. She began to tie Casey’s crossed wrists behind her back, but the witness turned around and looked right at her. There was a confused look on her face.

“Tighter,” she said, “Jenny’s pretty tight and doesn’t tend to go as much for cinching.”
“MMMMMM!” the tone conveyed a sense of disapproval of Jenny’s technique.
“Continue,” Judge Novak gleefully watched the proceedings.
“This is fun!” Casey giggle and looked at the defendant.
“MMMMM!” Jenny tried to kick over her lawyer’s table, but Alexandra stopped it from flipping.
“Don’t make me order the bailiff to wrap your bratty head in vet wrap!” Xandra warned Jenny.

Casey’s giggling; Jenny’s pretending to be angry; Mary-Ann’s having fun; Cassie’s enjoying her power. It’s been a good day so far, and there’s certainly more fun to come.

TO BE CONTINUED

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TUG Court 2 - Chapter 2
Saturday, May 28, 2016

The demonstration continued with Mary-Ann tying up Casey while the blonde happily gave the instructions on how she believed she was tied up. She got the works with a rope ‘+’ binding her wrists behind her back, ropes above and below her breast and well-cinched through her armpits, and ropes binding her ankles, knees, and thighs.

“Yep, that’s about right. Now, you did one thing wrong,” Casey points out, “On leg bonds, Jenny only wraps between the legs twice before knotting it off.”
“Are you certain of this, Miss Clark?” Michela looks above her glasses at Casey.
“I am quite certain,” Casey states with confidence, “Jenny doesn’t typically do harness V’s.”
“Take your time,” my attorney looks back at her legal pad, “Make sure it’s correct.”
“Actually,” the now captive witness smiles, “Miss Voisin did a fantastic job. It’s exact!”
“Your honor, if I may,” Michela shows a cell phone, “This belongs to the defendant. There are a few pictures, and they show exactly what my client, the current witness, is saying.”
“Indeed,” the shrewd judge looks at Casey, “Tell us how you were gagged.”
“With the defendant’s socks,” she looks at Jenny’s bare feet, and grins “Microfoam tape. And, to match, a camouflage bandana as a stereotypical triangular OTM gag.”
“What about the torture?” the lawyer continues, “And the pirate aspect.”

“Your honor, Jenny was dressed in what we jokingly call a pirate outfit. I suppose some would say it wasn’t a real pirate uniform. She was wearing black leggings, a solid black kerchief upon her head, a pink knee skirt, and a pink t-shirt. She had her hair in a pretty braid that I assume was held by some sort of scrunchie.

“She even said something like ‘Shiver me timbers, ye be me captives now’ after she’d finished gagging me. That was when she laid us on our stomachs on the floor and began spanking both of us. Jenny is the cutest kidnapper because of her personality. She’s loving, but today she was just as cruel as any other soul. I’d say she got a kick of it even. She giggled while spanking Nichole and me.”

“She had Hannah film the entire thing while she spanked us each 21 times because we’re both 20 years old. When she was done spanking us, she hogtied us, wrists and ankles connected, before she went over to play video games. She said something like, ‘Oops, I forgot something’ before she blindfolded both of us with red bandanas. I only know because she folded them in front of us. I’ve never seen a girl giggling so much while actively torturing two of her best friends.”

“Miss Clark, was the defendant giggling, laughing, chuckling, cackling, or chortling?” Michela annoys us all.

“Oh, definitely giggling with a little chuckling mixed in. 90/10 split, in my opinion. She’s what some call a giggle monkey. Jenny enjoys TUGs so much that she often loses sight of the reality of what she is doing, like kidnapping and torturing her friends. I wanted to get cozy on the sofa and play Mario Kart, and next thing I knew I was hogtied.

“When we were done with the video games, Jenny then tickled us, mostly our feet, with her bare fingers, for about 15 or 20 minutes. Of course, the socks in our mouths made everything worse because the tickling made the socks leach their flavors more than normal. Normally, I’d say that was a delicious torture, but this one wasn’t. It was endless, and she put me and Nichole beside each other and tied our upper legs,” Casey tries to point to below her waist, “and our ankles so we were stuck together. I was on the right, and Nichole was on the left. It felt like she tickled one of my feet while tickling one of Nichole’s.”

“Miss Voisin,” Judge Novak calls Mary-Ann, “Since this is your home, take off Miss Calland’s socks and jam them in the witness’s mouth and seal her up with some foam core tape.”
“Why do you want to do that?” Casey turned to Cassie.
“Wait! I want to cross-examine the witness first; then we’ll gag her and perhaps tickle her too.”
“Well, dang it. Your desire to cross-examine takes priority. Miss Palmeri?” Cassie turns back to Michela, who has taken off her glasses because she is crying from laughing so hard.
“Let her go,” my attorney motions, “I have no more questions.”

Alexandra clearly has an ace up her sleeve, and I really don’t mind unless she torpedoes my chance to get tied up like Casey just did. There’s something to be said for the way this court is proceeding. It’s true what Casey said about Jenny, but the point is to treat it as if it were a real crime. I still feel that Jenny is guilty at this point even if I did have fun.

“Miss Clark,” Alexandra takes off her glasses while approaching the stand, “You had fun, yes?”
“Ummmm…,” Casey squirms in her seat, “Yes, I did.”
“It was purely nonconsensual, but you never felt endangered because Jenny is your friend?”
“Well, um, yeah, but I was annoyed because I wanted to play Mario Kart!”
“Keep to the facts. Did Nichole look upset when you saw she was tied up?” Xandra corners us.
“No.”
“No more questions. Gag the witness, hogtie her, and let the bounty hunters tickle her.”
“Be quiet,” Ashley giggles and resumes her position as bailiff, gagging Casey.

Into Casey’s mouth go Ashley’s socks, and a strip of microfoam seals that along with a bandana OTM gag that is naturally camouflage. A red bandana blindfolds her, and she is hogtied. We’re in Chapter 2, and it’s already very clear that Casey could have done something to protect herself from what happened and just let herself get kidnapped because Jenny rarely kidnaps anyone.

“Would Miss Hannah Larsson please take the stand?” Michela turns to Hannah.
“Sure thing!” the blue-eyed girl springs up and walks over without any second thoughts.
“Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” Ashley asks the question with a big grin on her face because she has a foot on Casey’s back.
“I do,” Hannah responds grimly, “I’ve been on the stand before.”
“Merci,” Ashley walks away with the same smile remaining on her face.
“Miss Larsson, please tell us in your own words what happened.”

“Jenny kidnapped both Miss Nichole Blakely and Miss Casey Clark on the night in question, all by herself,” Hannah begins to the howls and protests of Jenny, “The only help I provided was by taking off my socks so she could stuff them in Nichole’s mouth. She jumped Nichole to bind her and gag her with white rope. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for the CGC, but for Jenny? Strange.”

“What is unusual about Jenny kidnapping someone?” Michela looks at the defendant.
“Just look at her. She’s a weakling,” Hannah is playfully callous in her wording.
“MMMMMMMMMM!” Jenny snarls and jumps up to yell at Hannah.
“Quiet, or I’ll vet wrap your head!” Xandra grabs Jenny by the braid, “Quit ruining things!”
“OWWWW!” Jenny shrieks.
“Miss Watkins!” Cassie slams the gavel, “I am holding you in contempt of court. This court will now take a 30 minute recess. You will be zip tied, gagged, and left in the closet for the duration of the recess. Bailiff, take Miss Watkins out of here!”
“Your honor, I object to this,” Michela stands and comes to Alexandra’s defense, “The defendant is clearly a madwoman and in need of more severe restraint.”
“I’ll acknowledge the restraint part,” Cassie thunders, “Deny the madwoman part, and also hold you in contempt. Bailiff, Officers Voisin and Palmeri, zip and gag both lawyers!”

The lawyers are both zipped at their ankles and thighs, and their arms are box zipped, if that is a real term. Clean white socks are stuffed into their mouths and sealed in by microfoam tape. The lawyers are taken away and locked in the closet, literally. Mary-Ann genuinely installed a lock on that closet’s door and even keeps it mostly empty exclusively for this kind of use.

We sat down to rifle through the various menus that were in the drawer, just in time for Kendra to walk into the house after a rare day where she was out working as a bondage model without one of her friends Hannah, Ashley, or Mary-Ann right there by her side. She walked up to the table where we were working, looked at the menus, and shrugged.

“I feel like BK,” she said, which meant we were having BK, or she would get BK without us.
“You just missed all the fun of watching Mick and Xandra get held in contempt!” Luisa bounced.
“Calm down, Officer Lou,” our friend flops on the sofa, “I’m beat after a 45 minute hair hogtie.”
“Well, let’s get you filled in,” I say kindly, “I’ll go as slow as you need so you can enjoy it.”
“Yeah, and Cassie and I will go get lunch, won’t we?” Hannah grabs the irate judge by the arm.
“Smell ya later,” Kendra playfully taunts them as they leave.

Lusia, Mary-Ann, and I explain what has been happening, why Jenny and Casey are tied up, and why Michela and Alexandra have been put into the closet like they have. Kendra listens because she cares and not out of a genuine interest in bondage. She's a good friend though and enjoys the opportunity to get closer to her friends and cousin Jenny.

Jenny struggles a lot despite the tight rope work that's securing her so well. Sweat soaks her so much that I think with time she will get the gag off. One problem here with Mary-Ann’s place is that it has no air conditioning, and the window air conditioner and the scattered fans cannot do it all on their own. There are too many people.

Watching Jenny struggle in ropework is always a treat though. She is always in motion as long as she has the energy to move, and there is usually some sort of gag talk or squeaking happening. I enjoy watching her enjoy herself before the promise of more restraint is fulfilled by Mary-Ann, who starts with a secure wrapping of rope around Jenny's neck. The rope goes to the rope above her thighs, is looped around that, and looped back around her neck. With an effortless pull, the rope brings Jenny’s knees flat against her. The rope is long, so Mary-Ann then cinches it in front of Jenny's neck with a knot of sorts, pulls it over her crotch to her wrists, wraps it in between her wrists, and then to her ankles. The rope goes back to Jenny's wrists, and, with a similar pull, her lower legs are flat against her thighs. The is then brought to her elbows, back to her wrists, and cinch all the way in the gap until it's knotted near her elbows.

“Mmmmmmm!” Jenny protests and tries to struggle, but she gets a purple bandana blindfold.
“After lunch, we’ll stuff another pair of socks in your mouth and then wrap your head,” the captor taunts her, “It'll be so much fun!”
“Mmm mmmm mmmmmmmm!” we're all entertained, but none watch Jenny like Kendra does.
“She's such an amazing cousin,” Kendra smirks a little, “An annoying twit like that though.”
“Like you aren't the same way when you're tied up?” Mary-Ann challenges her roommate.
“I squeak and yell, but I ain't having a grand old time like she is.”
“Just think,” Ashley smiles, “They share a bed. Imagine,” a mocking tone is quite evident, “The pillow talk.”
“Screw you!” the sassy little Swedish girl nods with satisfaction at her non-defense.
“GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!” Jenny discovers how tight her bondage really is.

How much fun will the afternoon session bring us?

TO BE CONTINUED

[hafnermg]

Great case so far!! Can't wait for the afternoon session.

[Bandit666]

Nice read and most certainly guilty as charged, some jail time and a good spanking at least

[AlexUSA3]

Great case so far!! Can't wait for the afternoon session.

There is indeed much fun to be had.

Nice read and most certainly guilty as charged, some jail time and a good spanking at least

That's for the jury to decide

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TUG Court 2 - Chapter 3
Saturday, May 28, 2016

Nothing really fun happened during the lunch break, to be completely honest with you. We had to ungag Jenny and Casey for lunch, and before we resumed we stuffed clean socks into both of their mouths and taped them up as before. Casey has Joy’s socks in her mouth, and Jenny has Mary-Ann’s. Jenny continues to groan and struggle despite being put back in the ball tie and at the moment being seated on the defendant's chair and tied to the back and seat of the chair for an even more secure tie. She is absolutely helpless and loving it.

Michela dusts herself off after the delay in the proceedings, “May I continue, your honor?”
“You may,” Cassie nods with a smile, “Miss Larsson, return to the stand.”
“With pleasure,” Hannah sits down again, “Ask anything.”
“How long have you been my girlfriend again?”
“RELEVANT QUESTIONS!” a thunderous crashing of the gavel rings throughout the room.
“B-tch,” no one but Jenny and I hear Alexandra muttering under her breath like that.
“How did the defendant tie up Nichole, in your own words?” the lawyer tries again.
“How about Miss Blakely and I reenact it?” the witness smiles and looks right at me.
“Perfect. If it pleases the court,” Michela laughs, “I know it does. Miss Blakely, do it!”

It is now my turn to dust myself off. I am not wearing what I wore that day nor an equivalent of it. That day I was wearing mostly navy. Today, I’m wearing purple and pink to stand out a bit. I have a pink t-shirt, purple trainers, a turquoise kerchief bandana, turquoise socks and my canvas sneakers. I’m really quite inappropriate for a courtroom, but it is what it is.

This will be fun having Hannah tie me up the way she feels best represents a Jenny kidnapping. Hannah is a literal professional, and most of all she’s quite deliberate in what she does. She will attempt a faithful recreation of events exactly as she sees them without any guile.

Hannah crosses my wrists behind my back. She is already off to a faithful recreation of that day, because no one ever ties my wrists together with good reason. I’m as flexible as a steel girder. I don't bend, but I can be broken. I have been broken before even, back in October, but that was a car running me down and throwing me across its hood. It wasn’t fun, and I don’t recommend it.

Everyone watches with careful eyes while Hannah trusses me up just like Jenny trussed me up on that night not too long ago. It was a good, comfortable tie, especially since I wasn’t wearing any pants. Certain ropes, like Jenny’s clothesline, feel so much better on bare skin like this. I’m a bit of a snob, in case you can’t tell, and the harness and waist rope nicely restrict my motions while a series of ropes bind my ankles, knees, and thighs. It’s cozy, but it’s frustrating when your sister just kidnapped you while cosplaying as a pirate. What is it with these rope bunnies and cosplay?

“Sheesh, Jenny,” Kendra criticizes her cousin, “You still tie people in that all tight no play way?”
“MMMMMM!” Jenny snarls at her cousin despite bearing only love for Kendra in her heart.
“You forgot two things that are critical to this,” Xandra stands up again, “First, how did my client actually apprehend her accuser? Second, did the accuser actually resist her attacker?”
“Umm, well, it went like, ‘Arrggg, me sister! I love yeh! I’m takin’ yeh as me captive,’ which led to a typical sequence of them struggling on the sofa. Jenny kept Casey from hearing things by jamming Nichole’s face into the corner of the sofa and burying her under the throw pillows. Then, when she was done tying Nichole, she gagged her like this. Move it, Kenny.”
“I love realistic reenactments,” Alexandra squeals before clearing her throat in a serious manner.
“Hey!” I yell, but I’m ignored.

My face is jammed deep into the corner of the loveseat upon which Kenny was lounging before, and the one throw pillow is pushed against the back of my head. I kick my legs and squirm just as I had done that day, which I am certain will guarantee Jenny’s guilt and a second defeat for a very determined Xandra in two rounds of TUG Court against Michela, and struggle as best as I can. I want this demonstration to be as close to reality as possible even if memories fade. Soon, Hannah thrusts a hand down, and the familiar taste of her socks fills my mouth. A knotted hanky soon follows and is knotted with Jenny’s typical tightness. My head is pulled out of the sofa, and a second hanky follows as a triangular OTM gag.

“Is this how the defendant, Miss Kristensen, tied up Miss Blakely?” my attorney asks Hannah.
“To the best of my memory, yes. The triangular hanky is pretty unforgettable on Nichole most of all the people I know. It just matches her well and leaves a lasting impression.”
“Strike everything after the words ‘yes’ from the record,” Cassie notes, “Irrelevant opinions.”
“Mmmmmmm,” I bat my eyes and act as calm as I was after Jenny kidnapped me that night.
“Miss Larsson, was the defendant afraid at all during this process?” Michela continues.
“No,” she answers directly, “She never expressed fear, but at moments she seemed surprised.”
“Your witness, Miss Watkins,” the questioning attorney turns away with a smile.
“Miss Larsson, demonstrate, in your recollection, the manner in which my client, the defendant, Jenny Danielle Kristensen, spanked these girls. Include statements you believe will make clear anything about Jenny’s spanking technique.”

“Gladly!” Hannah carefully lies me down on the floor on my stomach, “Jenny has a peculiar way in which she spanks people. Some people cup their hands, but most arc a little so their hand will match the curve of the victim’s tuchus. Jenny likes things sharp and tight, so no surprise she uses a flat hand technique that sends more of a shock through the victim’s body and, with repetition, hurts a lot more but fades much faster than a standard spanking. I’ll show you what I mean with Casey and then reenact the actual spanking using Nichole. Please, bailiff, undo that hogtie on the other accuser.”

Casey, of course, is even now still blindfolded with that red bandana. We are laid down next to each other, and Casey’s hogtie is undone. Hannah demonstrates the three different spanks she’d just described to all in the court, and Casey quietly grunts because the spanks aren’t too hard and because she doesn’t want to make a fuss. At least she doesn’t want to make a fuss right now; she can raise a storm like no one else can when she wants to be an annoying captive.

Then come my spanks with that sharp technique. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! There is no break in between, and each one increases the shot through my body. By the fifth spank, I am expressing discomfort, and by the thirteenth I’m yelling at Hannah. We are then hogtied.

“So, the accusers weren’t upset by the defendant’s actions, and one of them offered no resistance of any kind either?”
“To be honest, no. In fact, Nichole’s eyes sparkled a little when it all happened. She loves Jenny so much that it’s cute,” Hannah looks at the defendant, “Jenny just loves back in inhuman ways.”
“MMMMMMMM!” Jenny rocks the chair.
“Stop it!” the bailiff grabs her by the braid and pushes the chair back down.
“So at least one of the defendants enjoyed it?” she is trying to thrust a dagger in Michela’s chest.
“OBJECTION!” Michela jumps up, “Pure conjecture based on the witness’s part, and we know she has a questionable opinion due to her status as a convict and an amateur bondage model!”
“Overruled. The cross-examiner attorney is allowed to lead the witness. You know that,” Judge Novak calmly motions for Michela to sit down, “We all understand the answer is an opinion.”
“Answer the question,” Xandra cordially resumes the cross-examination.
“Michela wants to win so badly that she’ll decry her own girlfriend,” Hannah grins like the kid in the proverbial candy store, “Yeah, Nichole enjoyed it. Casey was less impressed by the nature of it, but I know she liked it.”

Michela rests her case with a grin and shakes her head. She knows she can now only attempt to convict Jenny on some counts and not all of them, which is a bit of a loss for Casey and me, who initiated the entire thing by levying the accusations against Jenny. Still, it has been a fun day, but Alexandra isn’t done.

Up jumps a pleasant young woman whom we have all ignored this entire time, a girl who was in the same house that night but who was absent throughout the kidnappings because she was in the shower after getting greasy when she, with Jenny’s help, gave her car an oil change. Indeed, I’m talking about Miss Joy Fredericks, a girl with a pleasant smile who has had a difficult summer as her sister recently graduated college and moved away to a job in New Jersey. She took the stand without any reservations, and I knew my case was dead when she took the oath.

“Joy, what did Nichole say to you when you took her aside while the defendant and Miss Larsson were playing video games?” Xandra goes for the jugular.
“Her exact words were, ‘Damn, that was fun,’ and she even had a cheesy grin,” Joy smiled.
“And what did Casey say to you?” Xandra continues, and Michela looks at us in mock fury.
“Heh,” she chuckles a little, “She said, ‘Don’t untie us; we’re having a good time.’”
“Don’t you girls have safewords for games like this just in case someone’s in distress?”
“Oh, we’ve had the same safeword in place for over 5 years! Doing something thrice means you are in minor distress and want to talk; five times means unconditional release without questions.”
“I think this case is done,” Xandra goes back to her seat.

The blonde girl laughs a little, and the attorney make their final statements.

“I believe it has been adequately shown that the defendant, Jenny Danielle Kristensen, did indeed cosplay as a pirate, kidnapped my clients, and spanked them,” Michela was nervous, “Actions in this courtroom show the defendant to be dangerous, and she must be shown the errors of her evil ways before it is too late. My clients suffered much, and it is reasonable for them to be awarded one hour alone with the defendant in which they’re allowed to spank and tickle her.”

“Au contraire,” Xandra now has all the confidence, “My client was explicit in what she intended to do to the accusers and gave them adequate time to express opposition to her desires. They had the opportunity to use safewords and did not use them. They expressed pleasure over what Miss Kristensen had done when privately questioned. This was a typical game for this particular girl, who perhaps is overlooked but definitely knows how to tie up someone well-enough for what she wants to do. It’s sufficient to ask for my client to be released from her bonds, that her accusers be left tied up as they are, and that the prosecuting attorney be tied up as roughly as my client.”

“Ladies of the jury, you have your duty and know what to do,” Cassie turns to the camera, “You are to determine the defendant’s innocence or guilt on each of the charges, and then you are also to give counsel on what you believe to be adequate punishment, or retribution. Take your time.”

It took about five minutes for the jury to return with verdicts.

“We find the defendant Jenny Danielle Kristensen not guilty of the 2 counts of kidnapping, not guilty of 2 counts of piracy, and not guilty of 5 of the 6 counts of torture. We find her guilty of just 1 count of piracy and just 1 count of torture.”

TO BE CONTINUED

[laz]

Interesting. Wonder if there can be a M/F version.

I strongly agree

[hafnermg]

Best court ever!!

[AlexUSA3]

Interesting. Wonder if there can be a M/F version.

I strongly agree

A future installment of TUG Court could include a 2 or 3 male characters, I suppose. It's chaotic enough as it is in this present tale.

Best court ever!!

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TUG Court 2 - Chapter 4
Saturday, May 28, 2016

“Miss Jenny Danielle Kristensen, given the verdicts,” Cassie spoke in a solemn tone, “I believe it is sufficient for you to remain tied up for as long as the bailiffs desire. For the purposes of Court, specifically TUG Court, we will consider this to be a victory for the defender, Xandra Watkins. I turn over Miss Michela Palmeri to Miss Watkins, who may tie Miss Palmeri in any position that she desires but may not torture her. For the accusers, Miss Blakely and Miss Clark, it suffices to leave you bound and gagged for as long as the others present in this courtroom wish,” then Judge Cassie switches to her normal voice, “Casey, Nichole, hope you like tickling and spanking!”

“YES!” Xandra jumps up and grins with a squeal and a happy hand clap before hugging Jenny.
“Mmmmm!” Jenny nods her head and accepts that she will be tied up.
“Mmmmm,” I look at my blindfolded friend.
“Well, sh-t!” Michela curses, “At first, I thought this would be an easy conviction.”
“Now, now, girlfriend!” Alexandra opens her briefcase to reveal bondage toys, “I’ll be nice.”
“Yeah, you’re going to put your heel over her nose,” Mary-Ann laughs and rolls her eyes.

Xandra casts an innocent glance at Mary-Ann, a glance that says “Who? Meeee?!” in a way that confirms that the accusation is 100% accurate. The two girls are good friends despite having as different childhoods as possible. They attended the same college and had a friendly rivalry when it came to these mock trials.

Michela is ordered to take a seat on a chair so her arms can be tied just like mine, with a rope ‘+’ securing the ‘✕’ of her wrists. A harness and waist rope secure her to the chair, and a few more ropes bind her ankles. knees, and thighs. Both girls smile and giggle throughout the process, but an ominous statement comes out of the losing lawyer’s mouth.

“I’ll get you for this,” Michela warns Alexandra with confidence.
“Is that a threat, my dear archrival?” the winning lawyer questions her captive.
“No, that’s a promise,” a promise that I strongly suspect will lead to TUG Court 3.
“Shut up now,” Xandra pushes her pantyhose into Michlea’s mouth.
“MMMMM.”
“That’s right.”

Black vet wrap cleave gags Michela 4 times; then 4 layers follow as a classic wrap gag; then, just as expected, one of Xandra’s heels goes over Michela’s nose before 4 more layers of the vet wrap hold that in place. I can see it in Michela’s eyes; she loves Xandra and considers her to be one of her best friends. It’s kind of like the love I have for Casey and Joy.

Jenny sits there, fastened to the chair, suffering from the flavor of those dirty, sweaty socks. She is no sock connoisseur, but she enjoys the humiliation more than she will admit. Mary-Ann likes to use the word “kinky” for Jenny despite the latter’s insistent denial of such a fact. She thinks a term like “kinky” implies sexual when all it means is that she enjoys a lot of the elements that we enjoy in bondage. Yes, I am kinky by that definition and will not deny it by any means.

Michela sits glaring at Alexandra while her eyes sparkle. She enjoys defeat less than victory; she is a hockey star after all. They go to school together, taking turns picking up the other every day so that they spend only half as much money on gas, especially since Xandra doesn’t come from a wealthy family like Michela. The losing lawyer sits there, though, with friendship obvious in her eyes; the winning lawyer’s eyes have a similar sparkle.

Casey and I look at each other. My fellow hogtied captive is happy to witness all of the events of today; after all, it was through her impassioned efforts that Hannah was reunited to our Club and that we subsequently added Hannah’s friends from juvie and, in the case of Xandra, modeling. I have grown to love some of these like I love Casey and Joy, and their friendship brings blessings I never could have predicted.

Perhaps the most fun part is watching Kendra and Mary-Ann tease Jenny and seeing Luisa kneel beside Michela. In fact, Mary-Ann really adds to Jenny’s position by pulling a leather hood over Jenny’s head and lacing it up tight while Kendra gently tickles Jenny’s belly. Like Michela, there is a sparkle in Jenny’s eye, a bright sparkle that only shows up when she is tied up. That sparkle is incomparable to any sparkle in anyone else’s eye.

“Mmmm?” she questions her captors during a moment to catch her breath.
“Not any time soon, Jenny!” Kendra gives Jenny an uncharacteristic kiss on the cheek.
“MMMMM!” she enjoys struggling and begging for mercy despite her captivity.
“Not a chance!” Mary-Ann gleefully resumes tickling Jenny’s exposed belly button.
“NOOOO! HMM HMMM HMMMM!” Jenny unintelligibly howls into the layers of gag.
“Yeah, cuz, we love you,” Kendra becomes strangely vulnerable when she’s around Jenny.

Jenny looks so funny in the hood. That hood is the kind that has a big hole for the nose and eyes while encompassing the rest of the head, and it has a slot through which Jenny’s braid is pulled; I can see happy wonder coming from Jenny, who still is in adamant denial about her kinkiness. To me, it’s but a perfect way to bring her captivity full circle. This day really is a celebration of the love and comfort she has brought to all of us present, although some who deserve to be here are in other places at the present.

Sucking on dirty socks is a bizarre experience. It tastes awful, but as long as you have a gut that can handle it and the wearer of the sock doesn’t have a fungus, it’s perfectly safe even if quite… disgusting. I don’t know why I allow it. I hate the taste, but there’s a distinct high that comes with it. I cannot put it into words, but I now have Ashley, Joy, and Cassie surrounding me and Casey. Ashley is to Casey’s right, Joy is between us, and Cassie is to my left.

Ashley and Joy are girls who will do nearly anything if it will make you happy, but Joy still has a few qualms about spanking. Cassie, on the other hand, will spank, but has limits on other forms of pain. Ashley will do it all as long as it doesn’t violate her devout Catholicism. Such different girls make for a more interesting captivity.

“You are such pretty girls,” Ashley gave each of us a hard spank on each butt cheek.
“MMM!” Casey and I both respond with a series of angry grunts, “MM MMMMMM!”
“They are a couple of cards,” Cassie laughs and shakes her head at us.
“HMMPHH!” I proudly hold my head in defiance of their taunts and teases.
“Oh, be quiet,” Joy pinches my nose shut for a brief moment.
“NGGGGG!” I yell at her quite angrily now, “ONNN OOOO AHHHHHH!”

This is how this adventure will come to an end. There is a long time of play and punishment to come for all of us, and I can’t pay attention to Michela and Jenny any longer. As such, I bid you well and hope you will join us for more adventures of the Cool Girls’ Club.

ACCUSED: Jenny Kristensen
CRIME: Three counts of piracy, two counts of kidnapping, and six counts of torture
VERDICT: Guilty on one count of piracy and one of torture; not guilty on the others

As always, thanks for reading!

THE END

[hafnermg]

Great story!! This is one of the extremely rare time a court case keeps me riveted from start to end!!

[tiedinbluetights]

This was indeed a most enjoyable read!