Archers in Distress (MMMF/FFF)

[AlexUSA3]

Janie, Eva, & Lauren: Archers in Distress
Saturday, October 9, 2021

Blue jeans, a red polo, and a kerchief. The kerchief was solid white, the border was sky blue, and red rings filled the interior. I always wanted to dress as Princess Mia from The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement, specifically the archery scene. I'll attach an image of the scarf I mean. White barrettes hold my bandanas in place no matter the place, occasion, or outfit.



Once I saw that scene, I began wearing bandanas regularly, but I had to remove them when I was at school because the paisley patterns had criminal connotations. I asked my mom for a solid red bandana I could wear to school, and she said no with good cause. That was a time my mom did look out for her youngest child, unlike the time she had my hair chopped down to my shoulders as punishment for getting into a fistfight with my older sister. She knew I loved my hair, and as I grew older I grew to resent her and began keeping my hair in a braid all of the time. I feared she would do it again, and that was the first time my mother permanently scarred me, at 6 years old.

Over time, my desire to play out that scene, the desire to try archery, grew, and with that growth the dream morphed. First morphing, when I was 12, was that I was inept, so my teacher tied me up as punishment; the second was having a boyfriend witnessing the scene; the third was that it was a husband, not a boyfriend; in the fourth and final version, I was handed over to my husband for "punishment" of being spanked followed by amazing sex. I had few fantasies like it.

There was another thing that grew with me though: Lauren. Lauren loved me more than her own life. She was the motherly figure I never had, and learning to appreciate how much she gave me, materially, spiritually, and emotionally, was the greatest triumph of my life. She made sure I had an equal amount of Christmas presents under the tree at my father's behest; she and our brother made sure I had birthday celebrations like they had. She gave me advice and care and cautioned me when she knew I was doing something that was wrong. She's the best big sister I could have been given, and no one loves a sister like we love each other. So much of who I am comes from her example, and I am so happy to say that she was a good example even if imperfect.

Let me tell you about the Rondell's, the family that loved me, welcomed me into their home, and taught me how to move on from the past. The four siblings are, in order, Ken, Caleigh, Eva, and Tyler. It all started with Caleigh, my collegiate softball teammate. Caleigh had a bi-girl crush on me in college; I think every bi-girl and lesbian I've met had a crush on me. Janie, the seductress extraordinaire, was the goal for at least 5 of her friends! Go figure, I married Ken! It really was love at first sight. Caleigh remained a friend of mine; Eva eventually grew to love me as a third sister; and Tyler grew to be the little brother I never had. Olivia is a Rondell cousin I love too.

I arrived at the Rondell home as a broken, traumatized girl. I left my home in Florida by night using an Uber and took a plane back to Minnesota, thinking I'd go back to school, and instead I ended up at the Rondell's because it was Caleigh who first answered her phone at 2 AM. I was distressed and scared, so scared I asked them to tie me up for when I slept, and Ken came to talk to the girl of whom he said his sister spoke constantly as a best friend. Shortly afterwards, I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. Ken sent me flowers that Christmas, confessing he had also fallen in love at first sight. Two months later, I was in the psychiatric hospital after attempting to take my own life, and Ken came up to see me and Caleigh used her connections as a psychology student to sneak into the facility to be with me. God was being loud and clear.

That May, after just 5 months, Ken and I were united in holy matrimony. It's been a fun ride. In the summer of 2019, we bought a house halfway between Minnetonka and Mudville, Minnesota, and turned it into our dream palace. We fixed it up using Ken's skills as a professional carpenter and turned the carriage house in the back into a place for guests, whether siblings or friends, both to live and to stay. After I finished my master's degree in civil engineering with an emphasis on home construction, we moved back up here and into our new house, and shortly after that we had our first child. This story took place a year later, a Saturday morning in autumn 2021.

"Well, of course, you'd be naturally good at this," Eva stood like a military drill sergeant.
"Is that another one of your racist jokes?" I calmly asked her with a corner of my lip curled up before letting the arrow fly towards the target with a loud twanging sound front he bow.
"Look, you're the Queen of Orlando, not Minnetonka," she sharply retorted with a smile.
"I am not. I'm a princess. Lauren's the Queen. Right, sis?" I turned to my older sister.
"Say what?" Lauren let her own arrow fly at the target, "I just got a better score than you?"
"And they say I can be a cruel girl?" Caleigh looked at Lauren and shook her head.
"Oh, you just need a beret, and you'd be zee French arteest!" Eva just as quickly quipped.

Caleigh the artist had five art subjects she loved: me, Eva, Ken, Tyler, and my son. I liked being an art subject as long as it made her happy although I personally hate being photographed. Art is different, though. In Caleigh's drawings, I'm no longer a weak, traumatized, sick girl; I'm a brave young woman with an unwavering faith. My favorite drawing she made of me in particular is of me in a skirt and blouse, kneeling in a church pew by myself while I clutched a rosary beads. It summarized my faith so beautifully.

For years, all the Rondell siblings routinely tied up Caleigh because she could escape anything, even being suspended upside down from a tree. They'd put her into the most insane, but usually not life threatening like the tree suspension, scenarios to see if she could escape. Rumor is that her escape rate is over 90%. Lifetime. I probably have a 90% failure rate, but that's fine since I am what others like to call a "rope bunny" since I enjoy being the captive so much.

Eva and her military drill sergeant attitude were seen as perfect for being in control of a scene to dish out intense torture. She barked out orders at Thanksgiving and Christmas like you could not believe. Her handmade skirts make her seem so sweet, but the bandana headband is the warning shot to all who enter the Rondell home. She is practical, pious, persnickety, and precious. It was a handmade navy blue and purple skirt she wore with one of her signature sage green long-sleeve t-shirts and a beige bandana headband with her hair in a tight braid. Ankle boots and beige knee socks rounded out the militant military wannabe's outfit.

Yet, it was a camping trip in the forest with me and Ken where Caleigh and Eva discovered their true selves in bondage. They discovered that day that they got more of a high when Caleigh was dominating and Eva was being dominated. Through the switch in dynamic, they discovered how their own respective bondage highs: domspace for Caleigh and subspace for Eva… and me. The discovery of Eva's domspace took longer, but Caleigh didn't have a subspace. Because Eva and I experience both and Caleigh only experiences the one, when we're chasing highs Caleigh will be the one in charge of the game. Lauren only has a subspace but not a domspace. I'm like a 85/15 sub/dom, so I typically am a captive in games, especially meticulously planned ones like this.

Caleigh sat comfortably under a tree with her right leg bent and the leg folded up with the ankle against her right knee to support her drawing pad. Her blonde hair was long and free as she liked it. She had black shorts, socks and shoes, and a pink V-neck t-shirt. She smiled as she often did, now comfortable with her lot in life. Taking residence in the carriage house alongside her sister was a wonderful decision I'm glad she made because it's a place she can relax just as much as she can play in the ways she likes. She was working on her doctorate in clinical psychology with her secondary degree being in theology so she could be a psychiatrist with a Christian slant. She has ADHD and suffered a few years with endometriosis and wanted to remove the stigma of both of those things as well as BPD like I have although she feels much of the modern field is quackery that doesn't really help people like me. We'll see in time.

"Enjoying kicking Janie's tail there?" Eva taunted me while looking at Lauren to start a fire.
"Of course!" Lauren let another arrow fly with incredible engineering precision.

Ken and Tyler are awesome men to have in my life. Yes, I mean men even if Tyler just turned 21 that year; Tyler and Ken are real men in the stereotypical masculine sense in that they favor trade work to educated jobs and that they're strong and have typical male interests like football. Tyler took me aside one day when we had a moment to be at a distance from Ken and said, "It angers me that your own mother doesn't appreciate a daughter as lovable as you." It was then I realized that I don't remember my mother hugging me or kissing me once, but my earliest memory is my father cuddling me and kissing me when I couldn't have been more than 3 or 4 years old. On yet a different occasion, Tyler looked at me and said, "I know bad things happen to good people, but it is so unfair that that happened to you." What more can a girl want than a brother-in-law who's as protective of her as he is of his own flesh and blood?

On that latter occasion, Tyler was referring to my last semester of undergraduate when, just after I started going steady with Ken, I was knocked out cold by frat boys, drugged, and gangbanged while on my way home from visiting a friend. Being so big, the drugs only made me groggy, so I watched the whole thing like a girl who'd taken a fictional paralysis drug. That drove me to the edge; I wanted to die; but I couldn't do it because of my friends and family. I checked into a care facility affiliated with my college, and when I was in there Caleigh sneaked in as an assistant to her professor, who happened to be the psychiatrist on duty that day, and she heard my story from start to finish. That was the day I knew the Rondell's were meant to be my in-laws.

Olivia has a sharp tongue like Eva yet is openly affectionate like Caleigh. She's a cowgirl down in her heart, but she loves her cousin and loves me as a cousin-in-law. I have good relationships with my own cousins, but we're not close like some people are with their cousins. We chat and text and freely comment on each other's social media, but we're nothing like the Rondell girls. I love being in the room when Olivia, Eva, and Caleigh, in some combo, are bickering because it's too funny. You never know which Olivia you will get because her outfit is no indicator of mood like it is with me. She might come out in a dress and a bandana and be sweet as sugar and just as easily will come out in leggings and a baseball cap and be ready to bite your head off. Today, it was a blend of the two as she was wearing her beloved Native American dress, moccasins and a blue bandana as a headscarf. To me, it's a recipe for TUGs.

"You're an inept fool!" Eva berated me as part of our little cosplay adventure.
"Leave her alone! She's doing pretty well," Olivia, a bit naïve, didn't realize it was a plan.
"No, you listen to me, O-Libya Whipple, she's a total fool," my teacher went on the offensive.
"Well, excuse me for disagreeing with you," Olivia put a hand on my shoulder in my defense.
"Boys, take her out of here and show her the ropes," Lauren motioned with her arm and thumb.
"With pleasure!" Tyler enjoyed torturing Olivia most of all the girls… because of the naïvety.

Lauren stood there in a pink gym skort with white trim. It's a skirt version of gym shorts of the kinds that she and I wear. She had white socks and pink sneakers below, a purple tank top over a purple sports bra, and a pink bandana headband. Her hair was in a braid that was free instead of trapped in a bun for a change of pace. She had purple bandana wristbands on each wrist. There was a twinkle in her eye. She had most certainly dressed with the desire to be kidnapped.

Into Olivia's mouth went "Ol' Blue," the blue 2 inch ball gag that was the first ball gag Ken ever bought once he was an adult. It's a staple in the family. Olivia the princess wannabe was trapped in a high strappado with her wrists, ankles, and thighs tied with brown rope that would trap her in place for a long time because only Caleigh would ever be able to escape that!

"MMMMMM! GRRRRRRR! AUGGGHHHHHHH!" Olivia howled in protest.
"Good thing we're deep in the forest," I looked at Ken and smiled right at him with a wink.
"Good thing we're at our own house, you mean," he responded with an equivalent smile.
"Janie, I'm sorry," Eva made her move, "You suck at this!"
"Hey!" I yelled as slew-footed me to the ground and grabbed my rope , "What are you doing?"
"Getting you off this archery range, you pathetic failure! Some Indian princess you are!"

I guess that's a funny statement to make. I'm a mix of Muscogee, Miccosukee, Seminole, Black, and Irish. I look like a Native American as does Lauren, who is almost my identical twin. With a height of 6'1" for me and 5'11" for Lauren, we stand out in a crowd for sure, especially since a darker complexion and jet black hair comes with those tribal heritages. My hair, despite a braid, stretched to my butt, and Lauren's braid stopped about 6 inches above mine.

I can compete with Eva, but I let her tie my arms above the elbows and below the elbows, at the middle of the forearms, and at the wrists behind my back with the white rope. I thrashed my legs out, but I did not do anything that would really help me to escape the situation. She bound my ankles and ensured I was her prisoner. The white rope was thin, and she was able to get a fourth rope on my arms thanks to my size. Having so many ropes on my arms was so amazing.

Ken, Zack, Lauren, and Tyler watched and smiled while Lauren shot more arrows. Zack grabbed the bow I was using and picked up the hobby he left behind when he went to college. Zack is an amazing brother-in-law through his marriage to Lauren. I'm the little sister he never had since he was one of three boys. When it was obvious Ken and I were an item, Zack became my go-to for advice on men, and I was likewise his go-to girl when he was wooing Lauren.

"Guh! Why are you doing this to me?!" I whined helplessly while Eva bound my legs.
"Because you're a joke. You'll never be a Queen if you can't do Queenly sports!" Eva lashed me with her tongue more effectively than she lashed me with rope.
"I'll be good if you just let me go!" I felt the next rope tying me, "Ugh! Don't do this!"
"I'm doing this for your own good. Humiliation is a harsh teacher," she sounded so smug.
"No! Let me go! Untie me!" I protested and felt a fourth rope on my lower legs, "NOW!"
"Listen," she yanked my braid and gagged me, "NO! You must be corrected while I can do so!"
"Ugh!"

Into my mouth went the gag, the head harness with a 2.5 inch red ball gag Ken bought to use on me and Eva because we have bigger mouths and can handle it as well as other people handle a 2 inch gag. I'm not particularly fond of ball gags outside contexts like this, where humiliation is a vital part of the dynamics. Eva fastened each of the buckles to keep me nice and quiet. I looked at Eva as pitifully as I could, but that only empowered her in the ridiculous roleplay.

She was tying up my thighs in a similar style, and I could tell she was planning to use four ropes on this part of my body as well. The ball gag filled my mouth well, but my jaw wrapped around it so well my teeth could be seen. I struggled a little, but it was useless. None of the ropes could be sloughed off while Eva was right there. It was going to be a long day for me in this bondage.

My Roman Catholic faith had brought me so far in life and got me through so many trials. Home wasn't fun, as you now know, except for Lauren and our brother, and my best friend, who is still my best friend, reintroduced me to the faith my parents abandoned. I started to go to mass and to pray rosaries and to pray in general and to pester my siblings to come until they eventually came with me and fell in love with it too. In other denominations, I'd have never found answers for all I endured or why those things happened, but I eventually found answers in Catholicism.

Secondary to Catholicism as a form of escape was playing softball with my big sister. This sport brought me nothing but joy and memorable friendships that I will cherish forever. Softball gave me the Rondell's, and it gave me a deeper relationship with my sister. It gave me two wonderful friends in high school, and it brought me to Minnesota Tech and all the non-softball friends I also made while I was there. It brought me to Team USA and a gold medal in Japan. It thickened my skin for criticism and built me up by teaching me discipline, commitment, and passion. All these ended up strengthening my relationships with my friends and siblings and, now, my in-laws.

The harness was a work of bondage art. The rope wrapped under my boobs, and Eva had pulled it to a snug but safe tightness before repeating the same kind of wrapping above my boobs twice. She is quite careful when it comes to safety, more than Lauren or I for certain! She pulled the rope in between my right arm and my torso, up and around my neck, and repeated that on the other side. It was typical for her, and the ropes went from the central knotting on my back up to the part around my neck and back so that, when pulled tight, my boobs pushed out and squished out more. A waist rope wrapped around my torso with cinching between my arms and my back.

"GMMMM!" I sat up, groaned into the ball gag, and looked around at my friends and family.
"Stupid girl!" Eva forced me onto my stomach and spanked me several times.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"That's my little sister. You can't do that to her!" Lauren purposefully raised Eva's ire.
"I'm the instructor here right now. She's a bad student, and you're a good student!" Eva retorted.
"I'm the big sister, and I want to untie her," Lauren winked at her, "Or you'll have to tie me too!"
"Then I'll tie you up too!" If Eva could handle me, then Lauren would be just a tick too weak.

Lauren was tied up with a similar rope, but the rope that bound her was a black version of mine. This was doom for both of the softball sisters because we were getting bound to the max by Eva. Lauren handles elbow bondage very well, but Eva opted for a crossed wrists tied with a tight plus binding Lauren's wrists behind her back. The rest that followed was identical to my bondage but with Lauren having her head harness ring gag put into her mouth. Neither one of us likes the feel of a head harness, but we like being humiliated and having our bandanas held in place. Lauren loves no gag more than a ring gag because she loves the things that a ring gag allows to occur. I love that particular deed in my own way, but my trauma often makes ring gags feel a bit too real and throws me into the trauma of what happened that night. Lauren has no such trauma though. I will rarely consider such a thing, but the atmosphere of martial union must be maintained and it must follow sex done in the proper manner. Yes, I'm playing morality cop; Zack does as well.

My sister and I were now both bound and gagged and quite helpless against whatever Eva had in mind. It was a wonderful day for an outdoor adventure. Don't fret; my child is with his Rondell grandparents; Lauren's children were with an aunt-by-friendship who was here but not interested in this activity. It's us athletic brutes alone out here, about to be tortured and, literally, screwed. I grunted and sat myself up against a tree near me and watched my sister-in-law turned kidnapper take over my bow. Ken had taken over Olivia's bow and was actually worse than Lauren.

Hey! Lamewad! You're humiliating yourself more than Lauren and I are getting humiliated! Yeah, so I have a big ball gag in my mouth. So what? OK, my arms and legs are tied a dozen times too; I still did better than you, you big failure! Unlike you, I've got boobies, so I'm just awesome. I was quite playfully mean in my thoughts, but I earned the privilege as his wife.

Olivia was perhaps suffering from too much reality in the strappado. She's a mean girl when she is in a bad mood, and she had that coming as divine justice. That squaw deserved a spanking just to remind her that she's not the boss except when she's allowed to be. In this case, she was a total blonde airhead who was told a plan 3 times and still couldn't follow it. This was a weird Disney cosplay, Livvie, and it was just getting started. The fun was only beginning for sure.

"You stupid broad!" Eva roughly grabbed me by my braid, "Why can't you learn anything a good princess is supposed to know?! I'm going to teach you what it means to be a princess!"
"Guhhh!" I yelled into the ball gag before she spanked me on the butt several times, "Owwww!"
"Shut up!" she pushed me back into the dirt and grabbed Lauren, "You're a fool for helping her."
"Unnnn mmmmmmm!" The ring gag made her unintelligible and drooly. "Yowch!"
"Let that be a lesson to you!" Eva smirked after spanking Lauren's rear in a similar manner.
"It's your turn!" Tyler—to everyone's surprise—tackled his big sister alongside Caleigh.
"Gmpph!" The 2.5 inch yellow ball gag filled her jaws completely yet comfortably for her size.

You could almost feel bad for Eva because her older sister bound her arms in a reverse 'X' behind her back. It's like reverse prayer position, but instead her hands were on her shoulders more akin to a crossed wrists tie, including a rope '+' to keep her arms in place. Caleigh tied a tight harness on Eva's as well. The entire time Eva was held by Tyler and unable to break free from his grasp. Unlike Lauren and me, Eva was given a crotch rope under her skirt. Eva's thighs and legs were bound three times each after Caleigh removed her knee socks. Twine bound her big toes; all the ropes and twine were brown and tough. Finally, Caleigh slipped Eva's headband over her eyes and reknotted it to blindfold Eva so that resistance would only waste her energy. A tight hogtie that included Eva's ankles, wrists, and braid restrained her and pained her. As much as I love my hair, I'm a big fan of using the braid for pain in TUGs.

Since I know it always appears when Caleigh is playing rough like this, I will talk about a thing that Eva loves receiving and giving, that Caleigh and Lauren will only give and not receive, and that I will neither give nor receive. I am talking about breathplay. Whether it's having her nose and mouth taped shut, getting forced to stand on her tiptoes because of a noose, or being slowly snuffed in a strangle hogtie, Eva loves the precarious world of breathplay.

"Let's punish you, you wretch. I ought to tell your boyfriend about you," Caleigh taunted.

Caleigh becomes oddly verbal when dominating, and just as oddly Eva enjoys Caleigh cussing at her and using such strong and dehumanizing insults and threats when she's tied up. To make it more interesting, we've all been playing in a dry dusty patch where no grass grows so that all our struggles and tortures will cake us in dirt. These things particularly arouse Eva's senses. Caleigh continues to profanely insult Eva, spank her, and pull on her braid.

What is more remarkable is Eva's deafness. She is about 70% deaf, which resulted in her dreams of being an army nurse getting crushed when she flunked the military's hearing test and was told to go home at the very beginning. Not one to be deterred, Eva became a paramedic instead, and she mostly communicates with Caleigh via sign language, hence the special bond that surpasses sisterhood. Caleigh kicked some dust onto Eva, who helplessly struggled in her patch of dirt.

Caleigh picked Eva off the ground partway by using the ropes as a handle before spanking Eva eight times, four on each butt cheek. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! Eva wailed, drooled, and squirmed in response to her torment, and I was now starting to fear similar treatment. It looked and sounded intense. Eva was fighting like her life was in the balance and yelling into the ball gag while the men acted like nothing of the kind was happening to us damsels at Caleigh's hands. Then, the drooly ball gag exited Eva's mouth.

"Untie me, you c-nt!" Blindfolded Eva snarled through gritted teeth, "I'll hang you!"
"I'll strangle you first," Caleigh roughly yanked on Eva's braid, "Worthless dirtbag."
"Owww! Mmmmmmm!" Eva groaned when her socks filled her mouth to the brim.
"Enjoy stewing in your toe cheese!" my sister-in-law continued the verbal onslaught.
"Guh uh! AGGHHHHH!" Eva thrashed about in her bondage, "Mmmmmmmmm!"
"This ought to shut you up!" Caleigh wrapped Eva's face in six layers of black duct tape.

Bondage became my expression of my borderline personality. It all began with my brother tying me up as a prank so he could say he finished a homework assignment first. Then, Lauren wanted me out of the way while she had friends over, so she paid our brother to tie me up, but I escaped. It didn't matter; TUGs had entered our life and grew to be my true hobby when you took school, softball, Lauren, our brother, and my friendships out of things. College gave me more friends to tie me up, and for me to tie up. It became my escape where I could struggle and scream to burn off all the negative energy, and I grew to love being tied up because I could forget my misery in bondage since all my senses were occupied. I felt safe and loved. Then I met my in-laws!

Over Eva's head, Caleigh pulled a homemade bondage hood. Eva, ever a crafter, knit and sewed hoods for use in TUGs, this one being made of a solid fabric. The particular hood was black, but Eva made them in a variety of colors. The variable is how the hoods are sealed. They are pulled tight with snaps, velcro, or string around the neck and quite fun for us in more intense games like this. Some sew up with laces and grommets up the back of the head and neck so it hugs the head of the victim like a real hood. That hood had a drawstring around the neck, which was exciting to Eva. I personally do not approve of breathplay, but I still approve of a hood under conditions like these. The hood had a hole for the hair to be pulled through, and out came the braid.

"Take this you lump of flesh!" Caleigh snarled at Eva, who melted in the verbal abuse.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!
"GMMMMMMMMM!" my younger sister-in-law wailed into the sweaty, nasty socks.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!
"This princess hair is so unbecoming of an army girl. YANK!
"OWWWWWWW!"
"I'm tired of you, chump! Prepare to die!" Caleigh kicked more dirty on Eva.

It finally arrived: the strangle hogtie. The regular hogtie was undone, and Caleigh used the toe of her shoe to pitch a little dirt on me and Lauren and lots of dirt on Eva. A detailed, strong, and harsh noose was made around Eva's neck, and safety scissors were in Caleigh's pocket in case of trouble. She pulled the rope between Eva's ankles and to her wrists, back to her neck, and back to her ankles before it was wrapped around all four strips of rope and knotted out of reach.

I turned to Lauren and saw a grin despite her gag. It was a matter of time now. We had nothing to do at the moment except watch Eva struggle and scream while becoming breathless as a result of her sister's actions. If I weren't tied up, I'd be asking Caleigh to undo the strangle rope and let Eva go; however, I trustrf Caleigh enough that I would not interfere in the situation either.

Watching Eva struggle in a strangle hogtie is mesmerizing though. Sometimes, you can feel her excitement over a given situation, even when she's on top and not expressing her feelings. She is a very emotional individual who hides her true feelings well. Once you get to know her, you will slowly begin to notice little things that are actually her expressing the depths of her emotions in a private manner. She actually loves people in a very profound manner and actually experiences a friend or loved one's emotions more than the warmer, fuzzier Caleigh. Eva's a gem, and she was the first person I truly told, in a nonclinical context, what happened to me that horrible night.

This girl has a military attitude for playing a bondage game though. Just because she had cheesy socks in her mouth, her face was crushed in duct tape, her headband used as a blindfold, and her own hood over her head while being tied with vicious tightness and put in a hogtie that could kill her didn't mean she quits fighting and trying to escape. The more you stack the odds against her, the most she will fight you and struggle. Her appetite for intensity could be satiated for weeks or months at a time, but she never tired of it and always clamored for more.

It was time. Caleigh planned things on purpose, and Ken and Zack come over to us, each man picking up his wife and slinging her across his shoulder, which means my story comes to an end because I will not write stories with sexual actions occurring as that is sacred and only for the wife and her husband.

EPILOGUE

I just wanted to share one little thing associated with this story. It was a good thing I was in my full heat because Ken and I had a score. Yes, I ended up pregnant with our second child, and she was—clockwork perfection—born on July 9, 2022! Baby Veronica Kateri, a nod to the saint of the day first and my Native American heritage, was 7 pounds and 4 ounces and 19.4 inches long. I couldn't be happier, and Ken was just as happy.

Thank you for reading our story. From all of us—Caleigh, Eva, Zack, Lauren, Tyler, Ken, and me—thank you. Most of all, from me, thank you for your support and patience with me while I share details of my life, my family, and my mental health struggles along the way of telling you a story about TUGs. You're wonderful. Again, thank you.

THE END

[laz]

good story, a little weak on the M/F, but it was enjoyable

[Caesar73]

Quite rollercoaster! Eva surely had fun!

[hafnermg]

Excellent story!!

[AlexUSA3]

Quite rollercoaster! Eva surely had fun!

Yes, I could have kept going, but is was already several thousand words.