TUG Court (F+/F+) - Chapter 07

[algebrauk]

Can confirm "take off her socks and stuff them in her mouth" is a perfect example of a GAG ORDER.

Great chapter again Alex

[tiedinbluetights]

Love these chapters, and love how the latest one concludes: "... funny thing is involved in true friendship: you drop everything to go help a true friend in need." That's so true! Eager to read how that all works out.

[Windrunner]

“Please, don’t!” I try to be as annoying as possible before the ball gag comes, “MMMM!”

ROFL Oh god. This is me sometimes lol. Or that time when I told a friend "you spank like a girl".

[hafnermg]

These girls are true friends I know Joy will be fine no matter how long it takes. Excellent chapter!!

[harveygasson]

Wow wow wow

[AlexUSA3]

Can confirm "take off her socks and stuff them in her mouth" is a perfect example of a GAG ORDER.

Gag orders are the best, aren't they?

Love these chapters, and love how the latest one concludes: "... funny thing is involved in true friendship: you drop everything to go help a true friend in need." That's so true! Eager to read how that all works out.

Hannah has the friendship thing down pat even if her emotions are inconsistent at times.

ROFL Oh god. This is me sometimes lol. Or that time when I told a friend "you spank like a girl".

I think Bridget would be offended if you said that to her.

These girls are true friends I know Joy will be fine no matter how long it takes. Excellent chapter!!

You know how it goes in the Club.

Wow wow wow

I like when people comment things like this, but... which part specifically made you feel that way?

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CHAPTER 06

Joy is sobbing despite not being a girl who normally cries like this. If she's crying, then she must feel terrible about what she did. All of us were at fault in a way. We let her come with us, and it was Joyce and I who suggested the disguise. If she hadn't been wearing that skirt, then we could have covered up by saying it was the assistant and not named her.

“Why wouldn't you name me back there during the trial?” I ask Joyce.
“I couldn't name you! Then it’d be obvious which type of kidnapper you are,” she responds, “I was trying so hard to protect Joy. I didn't think I’d be testifying as the kidnapping expert.”
“Does it matter?” I sit down next to Joy, who has Cassie on her other side.
“No! I said too much already and screwed everything up for Joy. I’m sorry, Joy.”
“I just didn't want Zoe to know,” Joy sighs, “I kicked the sex habit but still have my streaks.”
“It's not anyone's fault,” Cassie tries to be practical, “What you really need is to hug Zoe.”
“Yeah,” Joy stands up, “Only Steve, Marcy, and us girls in this house know what happened.”
Joy takes my hand, “Let's go,” I force a smile, “Some of us need punishment.”

Joy never rushes about things. She slowly leads me away from Cassie's bed to the hall, out to the stairs, and down to the living room where the various parties are engaged in discussion. There is one glaring omission: the bailiff. A cry and a bang tell me where she must be. We all have some things we must face, and I see the lawyers are engaged in some gnarly acts in the kitchen. What is happening in there is going to deserve its own tale because it's wild but nasty; I’ll let Michela tell her own story:

“Zoe, please forgive me,” Joy begs her older sister.
“Sis, you're an adult. I don't control you; I love you. Sometimes I kidnap you to stop you from hurting yourself, but I do it knowing that the risk of damaging our relationship is smaller than the risk of you hurting yourself. You did the smart thing by disguising yourself; others knew there’d be this day and told me. I shrugged and hoped you'd do the right thing. Lying is the problem.”
“Well, perhaps,” I suggest to Joy, “In the spirit of TUG Court, you let Zoe tie you up?”
“That's a great suggestion,” Joyce agrees, “Sisterly love, just like during the intervention!”
“What do you say, Zo’?” Joy looks down at her feet before smiling and looking at Zoe, “Deal?”
“It's a deal. Because I love you. Sisters in blood and in sorority vows playing together.”
“People always talk about me and Michela or Jenny and Nichole, but,” I say pensively, “The real sisterhood that tops them all is you two.”
“Maybe we should wait. Mary-Ann has to escape,” Joyce motions, “You're getting time with me as both captor and captive.”
“Deal. Look at them,” I point to Kendra and Jenny, “They're having fun with their gag talk.”
“Hannah, no brooding. Brooding always leads to trouble,” Zoe warns me.
“Yeah,” I winced and recalled breaking my wrist during the fall term from a reckless bike ride.

Mary-Ann is trying so hard to get out the clothesline, and she has a now clean head harness in her mouth to gag her. Rather than let all chaos break loose, I choose to focus on one moment at a time. Since Mary-Ann is part of the revenge team that will get a piece of me, I think it’s fair that we wait for her to get out on her own.

The wild haired beauty is trying her best. She should be able to do it; she’s a professional, so my confidence in her abilities is high. How many girls get paid to be tied up and let themselves get filmed trying to escape the ropes? She squirms and squeals a little bit, and she's showing a spirit of adventure in it. Just look at her eyes; she likes it. I look around and notice that Alexandra and Michela have disappeared.

I imagine Bridget, likely held down by Kylie and Kendra while Jenny and Luisa zipped her up. Socks are stuffed in her mouth to her delight, and layers of duct tape squeeze her face around the socks. I know they are dirty socks, and she doesn't care whose socks they are as long as the filth is from being worn inside a shoe. Now, she is possibly even cuffed and stuffed in the closet.

“Joyce, you were brilliant today. You were truly brilliant,” I compliment her.
“Maybe, like Michela and Alex, our quest will need some censorship,” Joyce winked at me.
“Hannah Bandana,” Nichole interrupts us by hugging me, “You proved today that you're noble.”
“Me? Noble? No. Joyce did though, trying so hard to protect Joy.”
“I’m not talking about her; I’m talking about you. You're a real friend, Hannah.”
“Nobody understands the power of friendship like you,” Joyce adds to it, “You're the real deal.”
“I guess so,” I take a deep breath and look at my uniform, “These colors mean so much to me.”
“I remember them well,” Nichole tightens her grip, “Hannah, you’re a real winner. Humble.”
“This game was so much fun,” Cassie sits down on the other side of me, “I’m proud of you.”

I remember meeting Cassie. I thought she was just a typical sorority tramp with enhancements in her bust. I was so wrong. First off, she's extremely loyal and far from a tramp. Two, her bust is 100% hers, whether natural or not. It's not padding in her bra, though. I judged her and hated her for it all, and then I got a rough lesson in what can happen when we judge people before we really know them. Now, we're regular visitors in each other's lives. Cassie remorselessly speaks what she believes to be the truth. The words of my friends mean a lot to me, and I feel the angst falling off my shoulders.

I watch Mary-Ann slip the ropes off her arms one at a time. I knew she would do it. We all look at each other and smile, those of us able to smile. Emilia and Ash are more interested, right now, in Alexandra’s naughty kitchen adventure. The head harness comes off, and a satisfied Maddy is also smiling. What a trooper she is! I enjoy the scene knowing that the sooner she escapes the sooner I will begin my own torture.

“So, Hannah, are you ready?” the congenial French girl asks me.
“Do I hear singing?” Cassie interrupts me before I can speak.
“Ah ha! That's Bridget for you! She's humming… Is that Brahms, Bridget?”
“Mmm hmm!” the captive responds before slamming against the wall of her cell.
“I’m ready, Maddy,” I jump up, “We had fun last weekend, and we’ll have fun today.”
“Will we ever! Ash, Millie!” Mary-Ann calls her fellow victims, “Come out here!”

Now the four of them confer with each other in silent whispers. They talk for a little bit, look at me, and then turn back to their whispers. Ashley moves her hands a lot to describe scenarios of various, and Emilia excitedly squeaks. Occasionally, an audible word slips through, but mostly I am only able to imagine what they are saying.

What are they planning? There are so many things they could do, and I grab a scrunchie, a black one of course, to put my hair into a ponytail. That's a good hint. I’d love to get bound in a tight hair tie for this. Those are my absolute favorite of all ties. I apologize if I didn't state this earlier in the story, but I am also a member of the TUG sorority along with Joy, Joyce, Zoe, Cassie, and Emilia.

Kylie, Jenny, and Kendra are entertaining themselves with Bridge, who is being led back into the living room. She is zipped half to death and gagged with a sorority style homemade orange ball gag and a red bandana. The bailiff is in quite a bit of trouble like that, and she deserves it, too. I can say that considering how she bound me like a sausage with those handcuffs and the rope.

“I’m sick of waiting. Let's go play like we did when we were kids,” Zoe took action.
“You tie me up to watch the Twins west coast game after Mom and Dad go to bed?” Joy asks her in a sisterly sarcastic voice.
“Even better. I’m going to tie you, gag you, blindfold you, stuff your ears, and surprise you.”
“All right! Surprise me!” a nod of confidence comes from the younger sibling.
“I lived with them for a summer; they are precious,” Nichole beams with happiness at the sight.
“Nothing compares to sisterhood,” Zoe takes Joy’s hand in a loving manner.

Zoe is a master at sisterhood, and she grabs her black rope to begin the process. One doesn't just tie up a little sisterhood; one must love the sister. It's the embrace of love. The whispers stop for a moment while we watch the older, taller girl begin roping the younger, shorter one. A boxtie is Joy’s favorite because it goes so well with a crotch rope, and that is the direction Zoe takes. For Joy, nothing is too good.

Once upon a time, I used to be jealous of my friends with siblings. Now, I appreciate seeing the bonds grow from a different angle. It's unique to watch something that you can't understand for a second because you have no comprehension of it. Just watch Zoe skillfully and tenderly bind her sister to get an idea of it. She's wrapping the rope and cinching the harness well. Joy’s a joy for a lot of people, but especially Zoe.

That breast harness is artistic perfection. Zoe is very talented at tying up people, and Joy giggles at her increasing captivity. The younger sister has an innate ability to block out the world around her and focus on a moment in time. Bridget might be getting tortured 3 feet away, but Joy is in a world of her own. Something special is at work here, and a series of ropes, two on the thighs and three on the legs, further bind Joy. She just smiles at her sister. Joy loves bondgage, but nothing can compare to the worship she heaps on Zoe. The waist rope also includes a crotch rope simply as a restraint. A blue rubber ball, 2 inches in diameter, with a red bandana threaded through the holes, gags the girl. Zoe sits on a recliner and squishes Joy onto the chair as well before opening the seat up and leaning back. Cassie hands them a blanket to cuddle up.

“You're a good hostess,” I whisper to Cassie.
“I love being a hostess,” she responds, “They're so lovable, aren't they?”
“See what it's like? Oh, Hannah, you know,” Nichole sighs, “I miss my sister. I should call her.”
“Well, there goes the judge,” I smile while enjoying the sounds of Bridget's torment.
“All right, Mom!” Ashley effortlessly wraps me in her arms.
“Mmmmm!” I struggle to no avail against the big strong French girl.
“For your punishment, we have selected… the St. Andrew's cross!” Emilia smiles, “Master bed.”

My captors lead me away into the bedroom. Mary-Ann grabs my legs, and together my captors and I enter the room where a big, white, wooden structure awaits me. I let out a groan of despair because I know I am going to be really suffering now. I just hope it's a lot of fun. Some random girl’s socks enter my mouth, and my second captivity begins.

Give me your best, girls. I can take it.

TO BE CONTINUED

[TklToy]

Can confirm "take off her socks and stuff them in her mouth" is a perfect example of a GAG ORDER.

Great chapter again Alex

Hehe sock gags are the best!!

[AlexUSA3]

CHAPTER 07

Special clamps are used to imprison me. Cassie is an engineering major with a gift for building things despite being a skirt and pantyhose girl. Sometimes, she knows what she wants, and then Joy, Janie, or another of our tool-inclined girls makes it a reality; I’d give the edge to Joy on this one. In this case, the 1x4 boards have holes drilled through them for a round D-clamp to pass through.

This is what they do to me. I’m clamped in this fashion with three each along my arms and legs. The screws and clamps are flat against the wood, and nuts on the back side are impossible for me to reach like this. We’re not interested in anything dirty beyond the groping like I did back at the studio, so it’s OK that my boobs aren’t accessible for anything beyond being grabbed.

The clamps are tight enough that I cannot get out, but they aren’t too tight. They fit very well, as if the Sorority has these in various sizes because there are many sizes of girls who are members of the Sorority, myself included. This is not even my first time being tied to this device. Heh. I am not afraid of what is to come.

The socks in my mouth taste like Cassie’s; I probably shouldn’t be able to say that as confidently as I just did. A bondage strap gag holds those in my mouth after it is pulled between my teeth and tightened as much as the powerful Mary-Ann can tighten it. The strap gag is black with the usual leather straps but a softer fabric for the gag part. A red bandana blindfolds me; I know it is red because it was Emilia, who doesn’t wear bandanas, who did it. Take that, Joyce.

It’s a bit funny how it all worked out. We were clever, agreeing to try to leave Joy out of TUG Court to hide her activity from Zoe, and it all backfired in spectacular fashion. Joy was caught, but it thankfully worked to a happy conclusion in which she was closer to her sister than she was before this past Sunday. Joy is one of my favorite people, so it brings me relief that it all worked out so well.

Now, I’ve got (probably) Cassie’s socks in my mouth with a strap and a blindfold, and I’m bolted to a St. Andrew’s cross. That’s a pretty good deal, if you ask me. I can feel their presence, but I cannot see them to know what they are thinking. Joyce, Mary-Ann, Ashley, and Emilia are about as varied as you can get. You have Maddy, who is totally unpredictable; Joyce who likes tickling methods of all kinds; Ashley, who likes things a little painful with the spanking and groping; and Emilia, who is hilariously predictable and unashamed of it.

With Emilia, it’s finger tickling and light fondling; the worst she does is use a vibrator. Truth be told, she tortures in the same way she likes being tortured. Joyce is the most mood dependent of the four. Ashley has variable boundaries that depend on her captor/victim. Mary-Ann is the one I fear the least; she has too much respect to get too crazy with any one thing. Joyce is the one I fear because she was just humiliated and is in a playfully manipulative mood, as shown by her confidence to testify the way she did. Then it came.

SMACK!, definitely from Ashley because the spank felt too personal.

I take umbrage to one fact: I let Ashley win that round of wrestling at the TUG Olympics. Yes, I could have grappled with her for a long time, but I wanted her to feel good about defeating me so soon after I’d dominated our friend, the softball slugger who stands over 6 feet tall. Don’t mess with me! I looked at the bracket and knew that whichever one of us won would win the contest, and I wanted to see my friend be happy.

The spanking continues. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!, they take turns dishing it out, including Emilia, who normally isn’t a spanker except at work, but then again I spanked her during the film! What goes around has come around finally. Problem for them is that I can take a lot of spanking like this. Doesn’t change one fact though.

“Mmph!” I grunt in pain and taste Cassie’s socks in my mouth.
“Thank Cassie for that!” Mary-Ann confirms my thoughts.
“This X thing is so much fun!” Ashley seems to be in awe, “I’d love to try it sometime.”
“Doesn’t your college have one?” Emilia asks without realizing the truth.
“Mary-Ann, Kendra, and I are not in college. We can’t go or didn’t want to go.”
“Well, that takes out the possibility of starting your own TUG sorority then! It’s Cassie’s, so maybe she’ll keep it after she graduates! Then you can play together!”
“Oh, nonsense,” Cassie says from outside the door, “It’ll stay as long as it’s a sorority house. If I want one when living alone, I’ll build a new one. Anyway, Michela and Xandra are getting pizza for us to eat. What do you want on it?”
“Meat,” Emilia deadpans, “I want ‘Meat Lovers,’ please.”

This was the last thing I needed. What kinds of pizza did we want? We had 15-20 girls jammed in this place. Screw it! Give them extra cheese and nothing else. Please, don’t interrupt things. It’s so awful when a spanking or tickling session gets interrupted short term like this because the pain gets to set in, causing excruciating pain upon resumption. Meat lovers, veggie lovers, extra cheese, stuffed crust, you name it, I’ll eat it. Just go away, Cassie! Thank God!

The spanking resumes. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!, I am even further into the pit of hell than I expected. “OWWWWWW!” I wail loudly, but I love it still. What a good time this has been, and I’m glad to be in my prison uniform, something that’s a lot sturdier than my regular clothes. It’s not a real uniform, but it’s made of similar material as the uniform I wore. There is a studio that does prison girl bondage and keeps asking our studio for our contact information because we did a shoot in them, but he thankfully holds firm on it as long as we ask him to do so. Some day, we’ll cave and make a trip. Then the spanking stops.

Oh, no! Those fingers! I recognize them. Two pairs of fingers: Emilia and Joyce. No! Of these two, I don’t know who will be worse to me, but I know they’ll be worse than Mary or Ashley. It is not like I get a choice, but Emilia has no guilt about reaching under my shirt to get to my very vulnerable ribs and armpit. It’s time to laugh!

Tickling really is awesome, and the fingers dig deep into me without mercy. Just because I am blindfolded doesn’t mean I don’t recognize the different fingers. Ashley, Mary-Ann, and Joyce have shorter finger nails, but Joyce is shorter than the others and has a smaller hand. That means I only have to distinguish between Ash and Maddy.

I’m laughing, but in reality I am truly happy. I’ve spent the day with all of my favorite people in the whole world, and better than that I spent it having fun with them all, getting to know some of them even better, and building friendships that reach beyond the stars. The forced laughter is but a reflection of my inner happiness.

“NOOOO! HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAA!” I howl into the gag.

Emilia uses those nails so effectively. Ashley walks to the front side of the cross, grabs my head, and gives me a kiss on the forehead, the kind a girl only gives her best friends, a real girlfriend kiss and not a sexual kiss like she and I give Kylie. I was, for a few weeks after her release from juvie, even “Mom” to her, but I squashed that like a bug after concluding it was unhealthy. Still, I am her best friend, and our relationship is platonic and free of dirtiness.

Oh, it feels so good to laugh into Cassie’s socks. They taste terrible, but I’ve tasted worse, like 3 of my current captor’s socks! The only one better than Cassie is Joyce. I’m a connoisseur of the sock gag, and I’m tasting lots of sock right now. I’m no longer laughing; I’m groaning in pain. I force myself to endure because I know a delicious reward awaits me.

“EEEEEEE! UNK! UNK! UNNNNNN!” my groans still ring out though
“Shouldn’t have kidnapped us, sweetie,” Mary-Ann taunts me.
“UNNNNN! GUHHHHHH! MMMMMMMMMM!”
“Aw, is the tied up girl getting tortured?” my child, you are mean!
“She deserves it,” the Spanish girl speaks up, “She spanked me a lot!”
“OWWW!” I get swatted while I’m getting tag-team tickled!
“Hannah, you are such a good sport,” Joyce laughed with me, “I’m so glad we’re friends!”
“Awwwwwww,” Ashley is so happy to hear such things.
“If we’re honest, this gathering today was only possible,” Mary-Ann paused to think, “Because of not only the Cool Girls’ Club but because of Hannah uniting the Club with Pod F.”

It was true, today had been the truest of triumphs. Nearly every Cool Girl and most of my lovely “Bondagettes” were all here, in this house, for this occasion, and I had been the common link to all of the people. That made my laughter ever happier. This had been an incredible day, and to make it all better they went for the full tickling and spanking onslaught. The St. Andrew’s Cross was a true delight for sure, painful and delightful at the same time. I am looking forward to what I hope are many more future opportunities to be fastened to this bad boy.

“How was it?” Ashley asks me with curiosity while we walk back out to the living room.
“Awesome. I’d love to play with Michela and Kylie with that bugger.”
“Are you two still?!” Mary-Ann groans at Kendra and Jenny, now tied together, “UGH!”
“Kendra doesn’t even like being tied up! What happened?” I ask out of curiosity.
“I couldn’t resist!” the evil judge laughs heartily, “They're so cute together.”
“Nichole Blakely, you are such a doll!” Ashley laughs with her, “You’re a good friend.”
“Hi!” a familiar brunette appears alongside me, “How are you?”
“Michela,” I don’t look at her, “I’m happy. Happy. Truly happy at what this day has been.”
“I love you, you rotten kidnapper,” she picked me up and kissed me on the lips.

I look around the room at my many friends. It's hard to believe that less than 2 years ago, I was living in my car, friendless, terrified after surviving a murder attempt. Now, I have my friends from prison, and I’m back to enjoying the friendships brought to me by the Cool Girls’ Club. It is amazing to be here, and I don't take anything or anyone for granted. Together, we enjoyed one of the most memorable days of our lives.

“Cool Girls forever!” Joyce shouts, and we all cheer and repeat the mantra.

Excuse us, but we have a pizza to enjoy. Thanks for reading!

ACCUSED: Hannah Larsson
CRIME: Kidnapping four girls; nonconsensual spanking, tickling, and groping
VERDICT: Not guilty

THE END

Don't worry! There were four more TUG Court adventures we enjoyed in college. Don't forget about the TUG Olympic games as well, which was a lot of fun. I hope we can present some of these tales to you in due time.

[hafnermg]

Great story!! I can't wait to hear about the othe cases!!

[Windrunner]

A couple days ago, if you asked me to explain the appeal of sock gags, I would have said something like "well, they're popular?" but after this story, I get it. consider me a convert. bravo!

[AlexUSA3]

A couple days ago, if you asked me to explain the appeal of sock gags, I would have said something like "well, they're popular?" but after this story, I get it. consider me a convert. bravo!

Tell me more. What about this story made it click for you? I'm curious because they did appear a lot in this tale.

[Windrunner]

So two things made this story click. First was the in-depth discussion of the different techniques for blindfolding, and the way the characters discussed their preferences for a strap blindfold vs a bandanna in the way that only someone who has really spent a lot of time (like me) comparing apples to oranges to sleepmasks to hoods

Then there was this:

“It depends on the person and the gag, obviously. Emilia here so loathes dirty laundry gags that she will not even give a captive a dirty laundry gag unless a script calls for it. I'm not a fan, but they all vary. Some love the thrill of holding the socks up against your nose until you capitulate and eat them. Capitulate, surrender. Others just want to get them in there. They tend to pinch. I know no patterns. Kylie likes the torturous route; Mary-Ann likes the quick one.

Can't say exactly what it was, maybe the text that led up to it, or maybe just the casual discussion on which "laundry gags" (gawd I SO love that phrase!) the way someone else might discuss their favored strategy for getting through a grocery store checkout efficiently.

Your writing is so varied and your characters are fun. please keep it up!!

[Bandit666]

Great fun, great read, great idea. Took me a while to get to grips with this little tale but truly enjoyed ever chapter once it happened. Thanks for posting and adding me to the link