Annie and Me 9: The Deadly Christmas Lights (F/FFf)

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Annie and Me 9: The Deadly Christmas Lights (F/FFf)
Friday, December 20, 2019

One of the most fun things about Christmas for us Russians is that we can be American and put up our Christmas decorations the day after Thanksgiving yet also enjoy Christmas in January as our calendar dictages, giving us 13 extra days of Christmas cheer in our homes. This was a year to the day of Nichole’s last visit, but this time she was passing through on her way to visit one of our friends who was also literally her sister by adoption even if not by blood.

Nichole Petersen is a wonderful person, and this time she gets the added pleasure of meeting my sweet little sister, Annila. Annie hears a lot about Nichole and sees pictures of us since I live in a bedroom within Nichole and her husband’s apartment. They are sweet enough to take me in so I don’t have to pay for a dorm or an apartment at school. She loves me so much that she’ll call my mother when she isn’t sure what’s the right thing to do with me.

Nichole is wearing a solid white bandana as a kerchief. She is an interesting girl, with her loving spirit, her never-say-die attitude, and her love of bandanas. She is the Gangsta Queen! Besides a kerchief, she is wearing black sweatpants and an icy blue turtleneck t-shirt. Her future gags, yes, I mean it, are white crew socks and black canvas sneakers; I know Momma too well. With three of us here, it's merely a matter of whether Momma uses both socks on one person or gives us two different socks to chew as part of a delicious and humiliating ritual silence.

Annie is my little sister, my half sister, the result of our father's second marriage. Annie's mother recently passed away, and this is her first Christmas without her mother. A swift and tragic battle against cancer stole a remarkable woman away from this sparkly-eyed youth. Papa and Momma were married in Russia, had me, moved here, and divorced. Momma soldiered on, raising me on her own from when I was 4 years old, and there are few secrets between us. Annie doesn't know many things, but I hide nothing from her unless it is inappropriate to tell her.

Sweet Annila is wearing blue jeans, a Milwaukee Brewers navy polo shirt, navy crew socks, and black canvas sneakers. She has borrowed my own navy bandana to wear as a kerchief. She is a lovely sight with her pale blonde hair and its natural brown highlights and her bright blue eyes. I see so much to admire in her, but I struggle to understand why she wants to be like me. Her hair is long and beautiful, almost touching the white belt she has with her jeans.

"Momma," Nichole says when we enter the kitchen, "You left these on the table," she picks up a bag of frozen broccoli florets and tosses them to me, since I am by the fridge.
"I know. You fools will become stiff in 15 seconds from touching my secret muscle freezer," Momma declares with a laugh, "I knew you foolish girls wouldn't resist."
"Oh, crud," Nichole stops all motion, and I soon follow.
"You're cruel!" Annie bounces at this revelation, "Why do you want to kidnap us?!"
"I have my reasons," Momma smiles sinisterly at my unmoving figure.
"Oh, dear, the evil superspy Katerina Lagunova has captured Sammy and Nichole," Annie wails, "And I'm too weak to stop her alone! Oh, what am I to do!”
"Best you not move, little girl," she then warns Annie who stops and accepts her capture.

I am an interesting sight. Annie's hair is similar to mine, but her blonde is paler while her brown is darker than mine. I am a big girl, 5’9”, and I hide my hair in a braid that is held at the nape of my neck and at the base of the braid by purple scrunchies. I am wearing pink jeans, pink canvas sneakers, white crew socks, a pink bandana headband, and a purple turtleneck t-shirt. I love my colored jeans and colored canvas sneakers. I own both in nearly all colors available to purchase.

Nichole is such a contrast to us pale Finns and Russians! She is Irish and Portuguese with lots of freckles, curly brown hair that comes past her shoulders, and a slight brown to her skin tone. She burns easily in spite of this Iberian blood that gives her such pretty hair and brown eyes. God is a humorist, and He displayed good humor in creating people like me and Nichole. As strong as I am strong from exercise in spite of my harsh childhood, Nichole is weak from injuries and limps.

Momma effortlessly moves me and Nichole to be standing in front of Annie. She uses scarves to tie my arms behind my back. My wrists and elbows are tightly bound. Nichole is a stiff girl for this, so Momma wraps a ‘+’ of pink duct tape around the ‘x’ of Nichole's crossed wrists, and the same strip of tape wraps around her waist as well. Nichole and I are firmly in place.

“Turn around, little Annie,” Momma’s voice is playfully sinister.
“How do you know my name?” Annie does as she's ordered, “You spied on me, didn't you?”
“It is best you be quiet, or I will force you to be very quiet and still.”
“OK,” my little sister pretends to look crestfallen and upset by these developments.
“What's happening?” I likewise pretend to be regaining my abilities lost from the muscle freezer.
“I am spy, sent to capture you three,” Momma answers with confidence, “You are my captives.”

Brown rope ties Annie’s wrists and elbows just like how mine are tied. Momma is wearing the gloves we put on before handling meat, allowing her to handle the bag of vegetables, which she touches to each of our cheeks to freeze us once again. Ropes securing Annie’s arms to her torso through a waist rope and a chest harness. Momma uses scarves at my waist and either side of my boobs. Nichole is taped on either side of her breasts. We are all forced to sit on chairs.

Momma removed our shoes and socks and puts them on the floor before us. Scarves tie my legs in four places and my thighs in three. Nichole's legs are taped in solid strip from her ankles up to her knees, and her thighs are taped similarly from her knees up to her waist. Annie's legs and her thighs are each roped in three places. My feet are tied together with a red bandana, and a rubber band from a head of broccoli secured my big toes together. Nichole’s feet are taped, and her toes are secured with electrical tape. Annie's feet are roped, and twine secures her big toes.

“You will regret this braid,” Momma jerks on my hair before gagging me.

Then come the gags and, if Momma wishes, blindfolds. Annie's socks are stuffed in my mouth, and the biggest of my scarves is used to not only push them deep into my mouth but also to wrap my head two more times for a five layered cleave gag before Momma tightly knots it. Nichole is stuffed with my socks, and her face is tightly wrapped in 4 cleave gags of duct tape and 8 typical wrap gags. The tape roll is left there hanging off Nichole’s face. Annie is stuffed with Nichole's, and she gets a red bandana cleave gag and a strip of microfoam tape. Oh, these smells are smells for any season, not just Christmas!

Momma is not done with Nichole at all as she tapes my friend to the chair. Her torso is taped to the back of the chair, covering the entire chair back, crushing her arms between her torso and the chair. Her thighs are taped to the seat of the chair, and her ankles are taped to the right leg. She is now practically one with this chair. Momma brings the chair into a corner, puts a timer plug in the electrical outlet, plugs a strand of Christmas lights into the outlet, and wraps the lights around Nichole's torso. This is an interesting trick! One more trick is that Momma resumes with taping Nichole, using the tape to make four wrap blindfolds and to secure one of Annie’s sneakers over her nose, wrapping it both above and below her nose to hold it firmly in place. Nichole stirs.

Annie gets the white vet wrap. She is both cleave gagged and wrap gagged before it blindfolds her. She has my shoe put over her nose, and wraps hold it in place. For security, Momma wraps the vet wrap around Annie’s chin and the top of her head. Her bandana is barely visible. Annie is brought to the same corner, and she is folded up so Momma can tie her torso to her thighs for a ball tie. Momma also ropes Annie’s ankles to her wrists. A strand of lights wraps her torso, too.

Now, it is my turn. I am given a second handkerchief cleave gag and a black bandana blindfold. Nichole's shoe is out over my nose. What a smell! A triangular OTN scarf gag holds some of it to the lower part of my face, and another holds it around my forehead. Momma adds a babushka style scarf over my head and chin, a second handkerchief cleave gag, and a second handkerchief blindfold. I am dragged to the corner and hogtied from my ankles to my elbows. Momma ties a scarf from my braid to my feet for a painful hair tie, just as she intimated before.

“Mmmmmmm!” I passively groan now.
“NNNNNN!” Annie energetically squirms,
“Mmph!” Nichole is as calm and determined as ever.
“Mmmmm!” is all that is collectively heard.

“Lights are programmed with timer. They go on and off at random with loud clicking sounds. When they turn on, electrical pulse paralyzes you. When they turn off, you can move. In some minutes, they come on for good, electrocuting you. Dreadful, painful death. Goodbye.”

“MMMMMMMMM!” I am this time much more concerned with what will happen to us.
“NOOOOOOOO!” Annie is as playful and full of energy as ever.
“GRRRR! MM MMM MMMMMM!” Nichole snarls and chastises Momma.

I squirmed in my scarf bondage and sucked on my little sister’s socks. I never got sick of being gagged with dirty socks no matter how many times I was gagged with another person’s, let alone my own. The forced tasting and smelling of another girl’s feet somehow elevated the game from a game to almost being like a real kidnapping, the kind of thing I’d expect from a kidnapper. It’s interesting being gagged with someone’s socks after she’s worn them for some time. At school, I once was gagged by Nichole after she’d worn her socks to bed the night before and also worn the same pair all day at a day of work where she was on her feet for 7 of the 8 hours; that same day I also had to smell her shoes although she held them up to my nose.

The scarves held me in a very tight hair hogtie on the cold floor of the kitchen. This corner was a problematic spot when Momma and I used to be so poor that we kept the heat turned off unless we agreed the cold was potentially life threatening. This door was leaky and allowed cold air to enter the house with ease. Now, the door is replaced and no longer leaky. This doesn’t change that the floor is a solid material and thus chilling.

My hair is getting painfully pulled by the scarf that holds me in the wonderful hair tie. While a hair tie seems cruel on paper, it’s such a fun thing to have done to me as a captive. I love how a hair tie pulls on my scalp and makes it ache more and more with time. This irresistible pain adds to the humiliation of the socks in my mouth and the shoe over my nose. I love so many things I do not understand, including being briefly smothered or choked while tied up. Such things I will not share with Momma nor Annie nor want them to know of it; it’s not any peril I enjoy as much as the feeling itself. These things are difficult and for other stories, though.

“Mmmmmmmm!” I groan and freeze when the lights turn on.
“EEEEEE!” Annie shrieks as though there is a true pain to the shock.
“GUH!” Nichole is subdued by this, and the sounds of our squirming and moaning ends.
“The beautiful sound of silence before the end.”

Trying to keep still in the theme of the game is not easy when you're tied up like me. Nichole is on a chair, and Annie is in a ball tie. We're all smelling and tasting each other, and they seem to get stronger during the pause. How wonderfully humiliating this is, yet it's so much fun. No one can make up a game like Momma or execute it to the perfection like she can except maybe sweet Nichole, but she is captive too. It's a shame that she promised to bring a catsuit for this occasion and forgot to bring it today; it's in a suitcase in some room somewhere I do not know.

We are helpless for about 2 minutes until the lights turn off with a loud click. I cannot imagine how either of my fellow captives feels, but we're enduring the same tastes and smells. Nichole is likely suffering the worst for taste because she has my socks in her mouth. She will be back here tomorrow, and perhaps she will finally remember that catsuit so she and our friends have fun. It is too much fun with her when she wears the catsuit back at school, and I am sure it will be fun if she gets to play with Momma while wearing it, too.

You can imagine how this goes. To make it funny, every time the lights turn on, Momma makes a sparking electricity sound or, in her true style, finds a sound effect to play, and we in turn play dead for those two minutes. It’s so much fun having to play within these rules. Such games are the true joy of TUGs, and I can tell by the squeals that Annie is having lots of fun with Momma’s crazy new game.

One reason I love being bound with scarves so much is because I find these hardest of all for me to escape. I refuse to cut my scarves in order to escape, and the soft fabric holds a tight knot. I also like the feel of them binding me more than anything else except maybe a bareskin duct tape binding. That’s a different matter, but the scarves feel very Russian, very soft, and very tight.

I don’t tell Momma that Nichole and I like to be tied up, together or solo, while wearing nothing or only wearing our underwear. Nor do we mention Nichole’s bondage modeling activities. I’m quite certain Momma wouldn’t ostracize Nichole for modeling, but she would be disappointed in me for playing while completely naked. She understands that I am an adult, and we openly express our spiritual concerns with one another. Momma is honest about the dangers of TUGs in her maternal way, and I am honest with her when she asks if I’m “playing with fire.”

“MMMMMMMM!” I occasionally groan into my little sister’s socks.
“GRM! MMM MMM MMMMMM!” Nichole is more deliberately trying to speak.
“EEEEE!” Annie likes to ham up the panic in situations such as these, entertaining all present.
“It’s coming soon.

The hair tie feels so good. I don’t know why I like these things so much: hair pulling, spanking, and other things which I do not do with Momma. We do them, though, and we have so much fun doing them in our various circles. TUGs were a gift, and some things gave more with time. One example was a dirty sock gag tasting worse with time; a forced smell becoming stinkier; hair ties becoming a constant yet dull ache. How much fun we are having! Momma is such a loving yet cruel kidnapper, and her sudden games bring happiness to me, my sister, and my friends.

It’s all a matter of time. It’s just a matter of what hilarious sound effect Momma finds to join her chortling when the timer goes off for the final time, killing the three captive spies she has nabbed and then bound, gagged, and blindfolded in perfectly humiliating fashion. I cannot smell supper cooking to gauge how long Momma has planned, yet I try so hard to escape. I cannot see to tell if Nichole or Annie are making any progress, but I can here the chair scraping on the floor to tell me that Nichole is likely going nowhere.

“BZZT! Paralyzed,” Momma reminds us of the timer’s activation once again.

Laying perfectly still has a distinct charm to it. I wish I came up with such wonderful games to play with my friends, but I intentionally do not do this so that Momma’s surprises are as original and fresh as they are. She announces a game, and I must make a decision to play along. As with all people, there are times one of us suggests a game only to be turned down by the other, but the story about my TUGs with Momma would be lacking if there were no TUGs in the story.

Then the lights come back on. Annie squeals a little, but she is actually surprising Momma with her determination. Momma mutters something, but this time she does not prevent our desires to escape. She merely provides sound effects and lets us know the status of the lights since none of us can see the lights. Of course, Momma mutters in Russian, so only I really understand her. We have this private little communication that we only do in front of non-native speakers when there is a good cause, like talking about private matters without leaving the room or for surprises or, in a moment like this, to add a fun ethnic mystery to our games.

“HA!” I hear Annie’s voice, and she has unwrapped the light strand around us.
“Just in time! Now, the others die!”

Annie literally has freed herself with less than 5 seconds to spare. The lights turn on, and, just as I expected, Momma plays a sound clip of explosive electricity. Spies Sammy and Nichole failed to escape the evil trap in time, but Annila Räänta escaped. I hear the sound of Annie unpeeling the tape wrapped around her face. I can picture her pulling out Nichole’s socks, looking at them with utter disgust, and dropping them on the floor.

“Momma, that was so much fun!” she says in her cheerful way, “I love playing games with you.”

Not just Annie, Momma, all three of us love playing games with you. More than that…

Momma, we love you.

THE END

[hafnermg]

Ingenious use of Christmas lights!! Great chapter!!

[AlexUSA3]

Ingenious use of Christmas lights!! Great chapter!!

I was aiming to create something unique in this story, and it came out very naturally in a fun manner.