Jenny & Nichole 01: A Very CGC Christmas
Friday, December 18, 2015
Hi! It’s me again, Jenny! I’m here at my own home for winter break. My sweet favorite cousin, Kendra, is here with me, and of course my best friend Nichole is here too. We’re home alone as my mom and dad are at an annual Christmas party for my dad’s workplace. We have matching pajamas, coordinated socks, and complementary bandanas even, and we’re here for a night about the house playing fun TUG themed games that will bring smiles to our faces and to yours too!
Red and green are traditional Christmas colors, and brown can make you think of wood, like tree trunks, right? That’s why we have red, green, and brown pajamas, all with white snowflakes. A perfect complement would be red, green, and brown headbands and socks. I’ll put it in a table to make it easier because it’s hard to spell it out. It’s going to be a great night. Join us!
| Girl | Pajamas | Socks | Bandana |
|---|---|---|---|
| Nichole | Green | Brown | Red |
| Jenny | Red | Green | Brown |
| Kenny | Brown | Red | Green |
Vignette #1: My Challenges
“Jenny, you’re such a rope bunny we decided you have to earn your captivity,†Nichole grins.
“Yeah. You complete increasingly difficult challenges until you’re helpless,†Kendra adds.
“That sounds like fun!†my eyes sparkle while I stand on a stool to put away the last dish.
“Jenny, mÃ¥ du aldrig ændre dig,†Kendra says to Nichole’s utter confusion and my laughter, and it means, “Jenny, may you never change.â€
Kendra was the first love of my life, my cousin who was born for me to love. We are much alike and very different. When Kendra first told me she thought her family didn’t love her because her grades weren’t as good as her sister’s (they were still good), it hurt me. When she went to prison for six months, it devastated me. When she had to wear an ankle monitor for months, I still went to visit her, and I still loved her. It wasn’t until later she told me how her parents were chaining her to the bed, locking her in closets, and forcing her to stand at attention facing a wall for many long hours. I went home and cried and cried in Nichole’s embrace for many hours. There are so many more things I could say about her, but I will weave it into the vignettes. I love her!
Nichole was the second love of my life, my best friend whom I grew to love and cherish. We are so unalike in so many ways, yet we perfectly complement each other. I’m bouncy; she’s calm. I am always warm and full of hugs; she’s slower to warm up and loves the hugs. She didn’t reveal that her father and her brothers both physically and sexually abused her until this past summer, at which point I felt slightly betrayed. Still, we’ve been best friends since that first encounter just a few months after my big brother lost his battle with cancer. She had a second home here with me and my family, including a bed of her own in my bedroom, for years, back when she still went by her first name of “Sarah†and had just started to be abused. Then she switched to Nichole, and it is now my home she calls her home between semesters. I love her!
“What’s my first challenge?†I eagerly bounce up and down, awaiting the silliness.
“Jump,†Nichole drapes a blue bandana over a fan blade, “and grab the bandana without aids.â€
“Nichole, I really don’t think she’s got that. I’m fairly certain she’s a virgin,†Kenny quips.
“She’s mean!†I try hopping and barely miss the first time, “I’ll get it!†I hop again and grab it.
“Congratulations, Jenny!†Nichole takes my wrists and zips them together behind my back!
“Oh, boy!†I betray my obvious love of being tied up, “Bring. It. On. Girls.â€
Nichole is a lovely girl. Wavy brown locks bounce around her shoulders to complement her dark brown eyes. At a lowly 5’4â€, she is the tallest of us three. Yeah, I’m 2nd tallest at just 5’1â€, and Kendra is 5’ flat. Kenny and I look a lot alike; we both have blonde hair with brown highlights that is worn in a traditional braid held by a white scrunchie. My eyes are blue; hers are brown. I don't have “Survivor F04†tattooed on my left wrist nor “JF11120286†on my right.
My next challenge is to repeat the fan trick, but now I have to use my teeth to grab a rope. I get my elbows tied behind my back as a reward. Tight is good! My next challenge was to grab one of the candy canes off the Christmas tree. For that, I got a chest harness. Yeah, we're having lots of fun now! There's better than being tied up… except being tied up and gagged!
“Hey, Jenny, try this!†Nichole says.
“Cuz, give this one a go!†Kenny sweetly suggests a new challenge.
“C’mon, Jenn, you can do this!†another fun challenge comes from Nichole.
“Mmmmmmm!†is eventually all I can say.
“Jennnnnnyyyyyyyy, I have another task for youuuuuuuuuuuu!†my sweet cousin still has ideas.
“Bestie, I bet you can't do this while tied up like that,†my sister finds more things to try.
I can't move anymore. Brown rope has me bound up like you wouldn't believe. They’ve tied my arms three times, my legs four times, and my thighs three times, and I’m so small! They jammed a blue rubber ball threaded with a yellow bandana into my mouth to gag me. I got the harness I mentioned, and they’ve added a waist/crotch rope too. They even hogtied me. I’m all tied up!
Nothing beats being tied up and gagged. You can't move and can't talk and sometimes can't even see for that matter. You're helpless and have to trust that your captor(s) will respect you and love you and only do things that you like. There's a lot to TUGs beyond the rope and gags. You have to be aware and care and even share. TUGs can hurt people if done wrong; Kendra's been on the bad side of cuffs and chains and will tell you that. When it's all fun, though, smiles abound.
Kendra also has her own love: feet. Yes, she likes anything TUG appropriate and foot related, as shown by her grabbing me by my braid and forcing me to smell her socks. It's actually fun; if it makes her more engaged in the game with me and Nichole then I can handle it. Sock gags are only one part of it. Sniffing socks; sniffing shoes: even being gagged with another girl’s toes are fun in her opinion. She truly only enjoys TUGs when I’m involved, though; her eyes tell me so.
“Mmmmmmmmmm!â€
Vignette #2: Cousin Love
This one’s simpler. Brown ropes bind our ankles, knees, thighs, wrists, elbows, breasts, waist, and big toes. We’re gagged by having the other girl’s socks from earlier in the day stuffed in our mouths, and microfoam tape is used to hold the socks in our mouths. The problem is that Kendra is in my parent’s bathroom tub, hogtied from her ankles to her wrists, and hairtied from her braid to her big toes; I’m stuck in my bedroom closet. I’m not sure, but I think she’s blindfolded, too. Yes, little has changed for me, but a lot has changed for Kendra. She's still Kendra though.
I had no idea Kendra's life was so bad. She didn't talk about it because she'd instead developed a cocaine addiction that was so bad that she was stealing money from others to support her habit. I only found out when my dad got a phone call saying Kendra had been arrested for possession. It really hurt me to think that possibly someone ratted her out, and to make it worse I think her own parents were the rats rather than handling in a more direct manner. It's one thing to call the cops on your own daughter, but they fed her to the dogs to get busted in the middle of class. Worse, it was during a class I took with her. I was shaken and scared and wondering what was wrong that I had missed. That was when I learned we can influence others but can't make actual choices for each other. As I said, it was only the phone call that explained it, but… her parents… wanted her to go to jail… more because they didn't want to feed her or… care for her or… that day ended all ties between my dad and his cousin… Now look at Kendra, sweet Kenny Penny.
Now 10 months ago, Kendra snuck out the window at night after getting the green light to move in with a friend once her house arrest and parole ended. She didn't want to leave and give any of her family the satisfaction. She met that friend in prison, and they're both damaged girls who… suffered in prison. Kenny won't tell me, but her housemate, now a good friend of mine, gave me a hint of what happened. They adorably share a bed so their third housemate can have a room to herself. Their friendship is wonderful, and I love both of those girls dearly. Kenny changed for the better after moving, although I disagree with her earning money as a fetish model. Still, she is becoming Catholic in leaps and bounds, and I fully support this newer, happier Kenny Penny.
“Mmmmmm,†I claw at the closet door, trying to get a grip on the handle. It's dark in here!
I finally paw the door open and push it outwards with my wrists. It takes more rope than this to keep me in one place! The flavor in Kendra’s socks has faded with time, but they're still nasty in their own way. People shy at telling me the truth of matters because they think I’m too innocent, as if that somehow excludes me from being able to appreciate bigger problems. Apologies to my beloveds, Nichole and Kendra, but I can handle it. It hurts me more when they hide things from me for such flimsy reasons, and both of them have hidden truths while seeking my comfort.
Hop, hop, hop! The rope bunny is out. The twine on my toes makes it harder to hop. I slowly turn to one direction. Hop, hop, hop! This is so much fun! Can't you feel the fun in the air right now? It’s thick and full of love, cousinhood, and friendship! It's the spirit of Christmas, with my two wonderful gifts! Hop, hop, hop! The rope bunny is on the move. She's making progress.
“Oooopsssssss!†Nichole sarcastically knocks me over.
“Eeeeeeeeeeee!†I squeal and roll backwards onto my bed, “Mmmmm mmmm mmmm, mmmm mmm mmm mmm mmmmm mmmmmmm, mmm mmm mmmmmmmm mmm mmmm mmmm mm mmm mmhmm mmmmmmmm!†I sure told her off, didn't I?
Up I go! Hop, hop, hop! The rope bunny resumes her quest. Hop, hop, hop! I can do this. My enjoyment of a game increases when there are stakes involved. Hop, hop, hop! How far I have to go, though. My bedroom is off the living room, and I have to hop through the kitchen and a short hallway that includes a kitchen closet and the door to the garage to get to the bedroom, and my parents’ bathroom is on the near side of their bedroom! Hop, hop, hop! Away I go!
Hop, hop, hop! I’m coming for you, cousin! I’ll untie you yet, but I just need to get over there; I have always been there for you. No one gave me better hugs at… Daniel’s funeral… than you. I still remember that day, tragedy it was. I remember being there for you when you lost your baby brother. Hop, hop, hop! We’ve been through an unfair share of sadness because of genetics, but we always come out stronger! Martin was such a cute little guy, too…
Hop, hop, hop! I’m almost there, Kendra! I’ll get to you yet, and then we'll escape together then tie up Nichole together and then ask her silly questions! You're the one I can always count on to make sure there's a cinnamon doughnut in the box for me even if I arrive late. You're a girl I can tell any secret thoughts and guarantee they'll be kept secret. We can ask each other for tips when we have a date. Hop, hop, hop! As sardonic and crass as you can be, you really love me in a deeper way than you love our other cousins. Hop, hop, hop! Jeg elsker dig! I love you!
“Mmmm!†I correctly remember how Nichole tied Kendra, who is helpless in the tub.
“Mmm hmmmm!†Hop, hop, hop! I approach my cousin and take a seat on the side of the tub.
I’m no escape artist. Friends pick on me, but I’m really not a slouch. It's just I’m… Well… I’m a rope bunny. I like being tied up… so much… that I…sometimes… don't try… to… escape. Is it a crime? Of course not! I love being tied up just like some people like tying up others. Since I'm like this, my friends pick on me until it hurts me, and then I feel bad for enjoying the game as I do. Here, though, I am with two people who fully embrace my love of being captive!
There are so many knots I need to undo on little Kendra. She's not complaining about things, but I know she's fully committed to making things really rough for Nichole in the next round. I’ll be here a long time, and that's no fun. Rest assured, I’m getting her out, and then she does what she needs to do before helping me out of things. We share an embrace that we’ll cherish forever.
Vignette #3: The Quiz Game
“What goes around comes around,†I stuff the socks, the socks she had worn before, in Nichole's mouth and wrap her face in 7 layers of gray duct tape, “Have to even the score.â€
“And up the ante,†Kenny takes the tape from me, puts one of Nichole's sneakers over her nose, and continues wrapping a few more times, “Don't lie to me, hun. You know you love it.â€
“Mmmmmmmmmmm!†Nichole lets out the cutest groan into her gag, “Mmmmmm!â€
“Stop it!†Kendra doesn't hesitate to spank Nichole, SMACK!
Nichole isn't flexible like me and Kenny. We put Nichole in a boxtie instead, but she also has a harness and a crotch rope. We tied her big toes together over her socks, and we tied her legs in 3 places on each leg segment. She is going nowhere fast as long as we keep an eye on her. Now I can wax poetic on this friend who is more than a friend while she is bound, gagged, and helpless. I’ve blindfolded her with a black bandana in order to make her even more defenseless.
Shoving your best friend out of the way of a speeding car and taking the hit yourself because you don’t want your friend to get hurt? That’s love. Doing it right after you just had the biggest fight of your friendship? That’s beyond love. Without Nichole, I and a friend might not be here; I rode to the hospital in the ambulance, clutching her hand like a precious pearl. Friendship is an incredible thing, and she shoved me depths of love I couldn’t even imagine until then. That was two months ago, and this is the most intense TUG she’s played since then.
“It’s the Jenny or Kenny Game,†I announce with a mischievous grin on my face.
“We’re going to ask you a question, and the answer is either me or Jenny,†Kendra continues.
“Each time you get a right answer, you lose one bond.â€
“You’ve got 11 layers, but you’ve only got 15 questions,†yes, I’m compacting things here.
“We’ll make it easy for the first one,†Kendra begins, “Who’s taller? Jenny or Kenny?â€
“Mmmmmm,†Nichole takes the clever escape and points to me, the 5’1†giant.
“Let’s untie those toes! Your turn, cousin!â€
“Which girl chipped a tooth while sledding?†I ask a tougher question about Kendra’s favorite winter activity.
“Uhhhh,†Nichole weakly points to me.
“WRONG!†I jump her, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
We ask these questions because they are things that she is liable to know even if she wasn’t there to witness every moment. Some of the questions are silly, like about my car, coffee, and even an inquiry about which one of us is a fetish model. Others are harder, like the one about the tooth or flavors we don’t like. One question was sneaky because the answer was “Both!†despite Nichole forgetting that both Kenny and Jenny absolutely hate anything peach flavored.
We’re giggling so much throughout the game. Nichole loves us dearly. She might be my sister from another mother, but that makes her Kendra’s cousin from another mother too. Kenny does embrace Nichole as part of this home, and that deepens my relationship with my cousin. We’re a lot like twin terrors, but we don’t terrorize. Well, no, that’s not true… you’re about to see.
Vignette #4: Sweet Dreams
There’s no better way to end the evening than with Christmas carols, right? I playing my violin while Nichole plunks on the 88s. I don’t want to boast, but we both get paid to play at school, a point that really hurts Kendra who was just short of being “standout†on the clarinet even though I never criticized her. The clarinet has been something she’s loath to start again because that was where the abuse began. Her parents didn’t realize that clarinets are split into sections and took it as a sign of her being demoted when she was lead of the “Second Clarinet Section.†That’s a high compliment, actually, and it ruined her life… led her to drugs… to prison… to my house on this very night where she picks up the long abandoned instrument, kept as a memento of that happy time when she was in both ensemble and marching band in high school. She takes it out and hits a perfect A#... when the key is G major. We’re giggly from sugary hot chocolate.
“Ouch,†I wiggle my eyebrows and look right at her, and she unsympathetically glares at me.
“What? It’s my first toot in 4 years! You’re a brat, Jenny Danielle Kristensen!†she fires back.
“Take your time,†I encourage her.
“No! I’m taking my time after you’re snug as a bug in a rug!â€
That’s when I’m gagged with Nichole’s socks, a white handkerchief, and 8 layers of clear tape. That’s when I’m bound with clothesline to boxtie my arms behind my back, when a crotch rope restricts my arm movements, when a breast harness pins my arms to my torso, and when more of the clothesline binds my ankles, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs. That’s when I’m tossed on the sofa and instead have to listen while Kendra plays the leading role for several songs until she fully regains her muse and is able to play slowly but on key. How beautiful she sounds.
Then she doesn’t. Kenny can’t sing. For beans. If her life depends on it. She still sings though.
“A-WAYYYYYY! In a man-ger, no crib for a bed!†she’s cracking the windows.
“Whoa! Kendra! How can you toot so beautifully and sing like that?!†Nichole is honest.
“Oh, that does it, it’s bedtime for all three of us!†a mischievous grin forms on Kendra’s face.
That’s when Nichole is gagged with my socks, a white handkerchief, and 8 layers of clear tape. That’s when she’s bound with clothesline to boxtie her arms behind her back, when a crotch rope restricts her arm movements, when a breast harness pins her arms to her torso, and when more of the clothesline binds her ankles, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs. That’s when she’s tossed on the sofa and has to listen to Kendra sing the whole song badly. That’s when Kendra takes off her own socks and uses triangular handkerchief OTN gags to hold a sock each against our noses.
Blech! Kendra makes a stinky sock, but she’s not as bad as me. Her singing is the stinkiest thing in the room at the moment. She forces us to listen to the Kenny Kristensen cacophonic vocalized versions of such wonderful songs as “What Child Is This?†and “The First Noël†and even one of the many Danish carols we know. It all ends with, “Jeg Elsker jer†or “I love you {plural}.â€
Kenny takes us both to bed and makes us lie together while she sets up a nice padded mattress of sleeping bags and such and gets many blankets for all of us to share. It’s only 9 PM, but what is an early bed time when you’ve spent all night having fun with two people you love like Kendra loves us. Pink bandana blindfolds plunge us into darkness, and Kendra crawls into the makeshift bed in between the two of us after shutting my bedroom door. She gives us each a kiss, right on the forehead, and bids us a good night. We’re in between her, and she has arm around each of us with warm blankets abounding around us to ensure we stay comfortable. How precious that she is able to spend Christmas with us and her new friends in 2015 instead of in a cold and heartless juvenile detention center, as in 2013, or wearing an ankle monitor, locked in a closet, while all of her family goes to Christmas parties without her, as in 2014. How much happier is this!
I snuggle up against Kendra. I know her too well. She only cries when she’s distraught or when she’s relieved and happy. She’s crying, and she tightens her grip on me and gives me another big kiss on the forehead. She whispers “Glædelig jul,†or “Merry Christmas,†in my ear, and it really is a merry time indeed. After 2 years, I finally get to celebrate it again instead of going to prison to visit her with my mother or hearing lies about why she can’t come. I love my cousin, and I’m going to never take her for granted ever again.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
THE END
