TUG Court 1: Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner (F/F)

[AlexUSA3]

TUG Court 1: Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner (F/F)

TUG Court is fun. You mock real courtrooms. It's a farce. There's a jury. Lawyers. A judge. Witnesses. Verdicts. Punishments. You have fun. We lawyers only want to win. The winning lawyer gets to torture the losing lawyer.

This game was played far from my house. St. Croix Falls, at Minnesota Tech. I had defended my girlfriend, Hannah, against the prosecutor, Alexandra. Alexandra and I are studying pre-law to become lawyers. I had technically won. It was chaotic. Whatever. We were at Minn Tech because it's Hannah's school. The girls who accused her were mostly students here. We were in the sorority house where some of the accusers lived.

"Well, at least you get to put Alexandra in a strangle hogtie," Hannah said while we talked.
"Mmmmm!" Alexandra, the losing lawyer, approached us.
"Let's untie you," I kissed my girlfriend. On the lips. I loved her so much back then.

For swearing, Xandra was punished. She was ordered to put two girl's dirty socks in her mouth and wrap her face in duct tape. She's pretty. She's a bit shorter than me, maybe 4 inches? Well, I'm 5'9". She's a hottie. Red knee skirt, black pantyhose, red heels. What legs! A black blouse with partial sleeves and red roses. What a girl! Blonde hair stretched far down her back. Even her reading glasses were sexy. Gold frames.

Me? Tall, muscular, Italian brunette. Hockey player, then sex toy, then juvenile inmate, then an empty wandering shell, then pre-law student, and once again a hockey player. My wavy locks were shoulder length or past it. I love my hair. Blue denim mini-skirt. Apink button-up blouse with purple pinstripes. White pantyhose. White heels. Sexy, sexy, sexy to make Hannah's eyes pop. Yes, I did that much of the time because she was mine and I was hers.

I loved her. Now we're best friends. Spiritual boundaries.

Losing lawyer was mine to play with. She is so pretty and adventurous. Many possibilities for how to torture her. She will have fun as long as I don't have actual sex with her. She's eager. What a crazy and fun day it has been. First TUG Court. Now torture. I was blessed. In many ways. I had—still have—so many great friends. People I care about. Who care about me.

It's hard to express my feelings. Sometimes I smile just because I am feeling nothing and happy I am alive. It's hard when you've been tortured. For real. Tortured until your humanity broke so that you're a soul inhabiting a shell that no longer is your own. That's how I am. Sometimes I'm so dead I stare at the wall. I've been trying for years to re-learn how to express myself. I say the right words, but they're robotic.

Like, right then, I was excited. Really bouncing on the inside excited. Yet I couldn't show it. To my friends, I was simply smiling and going about a bondage game with another friend. Only my eyes betrayed more. My words said it directly. Nothing else worked. I tried so hard to show it, but most of the time I just couldn't. That's what made this special.

I flashed a toothy grin while tying Xandra.

The two witnesses saw it. Their eyes brightened because they knew it was big. Special. I mean really special. Like, we would stop for ice cream on the way home special. Hannah was going to seduce me before I went home special. I hadn't smiled like that outside my family's home in 6 or more years. My friends smiled too. They knew it. I knew it. Poor Xandra missed it.

Xandra's getting tied up. Big time. Tight ropes on the wrists and elbows. She's a trooper. Make her bosom stand out. I love that figure. Of course, I unbuttoned her shirt and giggled at her lacy bra. Brave girl. Yep. I promised a strangle hogtie; she was getting it. She was getting more as well. This girl is a good friend; I cherish her. I just can't show it well.

"You're such a stereotypical girl," I teased her.
"Hmmmm?" I loved her gag talk so much.
"Pink and purple tie dye rope? Someone did a good job, but seriously?"
"Mmmm mmmmm!" I figured she was rolling her eyes.
"Just remember it's a technicality; you're the real hero of the courtroom," I kissed her on the lips.
"Mmmmmmmm!" She pulled back and gave me a funny face that said "Fine. See if I care!"

She reminded me she's straight even though she enjoys when I kiss her like that. That's her way. She resists even when she likes it. It was time to tie her legs. I grabbed her and forced her to sit on a chair. I tied her ankles; this time I wrapped rope around the heels. There are times I like the look enough to tie the heels in place. Don't want them to fly off.

"Mmmmm!"

I'm a mean rigger. Some girls go for snug and cinch well. Some rely on quality wrapping and cinching. Some are tight. I'm tight. I like rope marks. I'm strong. I'm sure she liked it. I heard the whimpers and felt empowered. I tied her legs well. A rope on either side of her knees was enough. I trussed up her breasts, too. A waist rope is punishment enough for her, but the crotch rope was a beast. Yeah, I make sure it was strong. Tight. She experienced pleasure already. It was going to be a fun time. It was real rope, too; it wasn't clothesline.

"Mmmmmmmm!" she forgot about me until I crawled on top of her on the floor.
"Pretty," I kissed her and pet her head, "so pretty."
"Nmmmm!" she shook her head some more.
"No escape," I saw it in her eyes.
"Mmmmmm!" She was excitable. That makes it fun.
"You're a funny girl, Xandra," I forced a slight smile for her.

Xandra, I'm in control. Come to me.

I hauled the captive up. Leaned her against the table. Rolled up her skirt. WHAP! Right on the panties. Spanking is so much fun. WHAP! Yes, I can be naughty. Control must be used carefully. I lost mine and was tormented for 10 months. True bondage is about having a mutually good time in agreed limits. I knew Xandra well enough that I knew what was OK. In a casual game like this. WHAP!

She squirmed and yelled. A vocal girl. She likes whining into her gag. Not being understood. I can really get her going if I try. I get her goat. Natural friends, in a way. We became really tight really quickly after we met. I'm naturally rambunctious but suppressed. She's naturally shy but friendly. She encourages me to be who I was before Daddy hurt me. That loud girl. That brash hockey girl. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

"Ehhh mmm ohhhhh! Huhing itchth!" unfortunately she was gagged too well.
"Aww," I taunted her a little with another kiss, "Is Xandra unable to help herself?"
"Hlech! Mmmmmm!"
"I like it, too," I said and then, WHAP! WHAP!, "That's enough spanking."
"Mmmm mmmm mmmmmmmm!" she was roiling on those dirty socks.
"Now, Xandra, we had a deal," I picked her up and wrapped my arms around her torso.

I'm a big girl. She couldn't resist me. I sat her on my lap. Hugged her tightly. It's fun. To hear her cry out and yell into the gag. To watch her squirming. To feel her squirming in my arms. I kissed her again, and she yelled more. A nice, proportional young woman was seated on my lap like Hannah was so often. I played with her hair. Her beautiful blonde hair. I ran it through my fingers. A kiss and a yell.

My heart raced. Maybe not raced. It was faster than normal, but not racing. Racing is when I'm on the ice or exercising. This was excitement from having fun. I smiled at her. It was an empty smile. I felt happiness, but I couldn't show it. Get yourself together, Michela. Pray. Pray. Pray. Daddy… why did you do it? Why? I felt a peace return. Shoes… yes, shoes!

"How does it smell?" I asked Alexandra while holding my shoe against her nose, "Good?"
"Nmmmmm!" she shook her head in defiance.
"Enjoy!" I pushed it against her more tightly.
"Mmmmmm mmmmmmm!" Xandra was fighting. A lot.
"Stop moving," I slapped her one the thigh. Make her submit.
"NMPH!" and she gave me an angry scowl but stopped moving. Success.

The witnesses were waiting for my promised finale. A promise was a promise. I had to do it to Xandra now. Nah, I wanted to do it. I wanted her to enjoy herself, and I saw the excitement she displayed when I made the promise. I made it as part of my opening statement. Everyone heard it. I earned it, too. It was time.

I was having fun. Laughing inside at times. Getting excited at others. All my face showed was a grin at best. Couldn't express my happiness. Hannah and Xandra knew how to see the subtle differences. It was frustrating. I was better than I was after my release. From juvie. I'd been on one long journey. Rough. Moments like this made it worthwhile.

A noose for Alexandra. Around her neck a couple of times and make a decent knot. I learned to do this from watching my friends. Intense, fun bondage. Great way to make some of my friends super happy. Xandra is adventurous. You're seeing it. This is light compared to some of the stuff she can handle. She does so many things I could never do. In bondage. Or in friendship.

"It was nice knowing you," I planted a kiss on her taped lips.
"Nmmmmmm!" she wailed like I was killing her instead of claiming my agreed payment.
"Sorry. I promised," I effortlessly threw her across the table and pulled a rope between her legs.
"Mmmmm!" her struggles were useless. I'm too strong. Hockey girl power.
"Sad to see you go," I returned the rope to the fancy knot and her legs three times. Cinch. Knot.
"Gmmmm! Ukkk!" She enjoyed herself too much. Made me a little uncomfortable.

Hmmm. What should I do for the next 5-10 minutes while she enjoys that? Struggling. Crying. Thrashing. Squealing. Choking. Xandra did it all with a fire in her eyes. Bondage. Special to both of us. A thirst for more. Always exploring. For us, even a new outfit makes it seem like a fresh experience. Fun.

She'd freak out if I did anything for the bedroom with her. Few like it. More like being on top for it than getting it. Tickling isn't a good idea now, but after it would be. Later. I could whack her feet. Spanking was done. Hair pulling? Kissing's been done. Crap! I was arousing myself!

"Nnkkkk!" My silly friend groaned because she liked the feeling of asphyxia. Xandra!
"Aww, are you in danger? Who did this to you?" I could be a brave girl, too. In my own way.
"GUKKKK!" She was fighting and squealing in her lovely, fun strangle hogtie.
"Yeah, I know, some big strong hockey player did it to you, right?"
"GRRRRR!" She really shot daggers at me. How adorable! A kiss for her.
"I'm not one to interfere in another's ropework. Sorry," I taunted her as if I'd found her like this.

Let's talk Xandra and bondage. No trauma in her life unlike me. Just a curious rope bunny. She just happened to walk past the studio and caught a snippet of an outdoor rope moment. Hooked. She immediately wanted to know more. A hunger grew within her. She researched until finally she knew this was just the thing she wanted in life. She was often teased for having no thrills in her life: she drove like a grandma, didn't watch sports (although she'll play with others), didn't want to drink (which is illegal at our age now as well as last year when we met) or abuse drugs, and didn't like to go to the theme park. For her, there was a desire to find that emotion, though, and bondage was it. Boom. Good girl discovered her crazy, wild side.

Wild girl she is. Look at her enjoying this strangle hogtie. Tickling, spanking, icing, water peril, breathplay, suspension, predicament, verbal abuse. Hair pulling is the one thing she has tried and genuinely loathed. I loathe it too, Xandra. Outstandingly adventures… to a fault. Kind of like a few of my friends but without the sad life. She's only been at it for 10 months, but thanks to my friends she has tried so much!

Look at her struggle. Her tits squished and expanded as she squirmed. Her hair flew from one side to the other. Her muscles expanded and contracted as she moved. Her legs tried to move up to give her a cleaner airway. Her arms shook in an attempt to escape. I had to tie her tightly, or I might have lost her before I was done with her!

I love rubbing a face against my crotch. But that's for the bedroom when I'm being naughty. I'm here to have fun, not spread a STD. She feels the same way for real. She screams and hacks into the gag while I kiss that wonderfully gagged face of hers. I can't do more to her; I can only do it because she's my friend and has said I may do it. Even under a judge's orders to gag herself for a curse in the heat of the moment of a game, she gave her best. We love you, Alexandra Watkins.

"GMMMMMMM!" She has to be nearing the point where she's had enough.
"How does it feel?" I love taunting her, dominating her mind and making sure she's OK after.
"H-CK!" Xandra sure has a way with words.
"That's so good feeling, isn't it?" Did I laugh? I laughed. I laughed at her. Silly, aren't we?
"Nnnnnnnnnnnn," those eyes still shoot daggers.

Just look at her now. Those arms are crushed. She's stuck. Too bad. You lost, Xandra, and I am a girl of my word. I said I'd do this to you, and I did it. The fiery girl refused to surrender, to my delight. She twisted her legs and took a deep breath to buy herself some more time. My life was taken from me through bondage. Now so much is given back to me through bondage as well. I hope she never flt this emptiness that ruthlessly pursued me like a crazed killer. Daddy, I really hope you truly repent before you die and that I get to see you in heaven someday, because I still love the man you were, but I never want to see you again before then.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Poor thing can't escape..
"Will you use the safe code?" I love taunting her, "And admit I'm the prettier lawyer?"
"Nooooooooo!" She shook her head. I knew the clock was ticking.
"More pleasure for me," I teased her by planting my lips against her taped lips.
"Blech!" Can't forget the socks in her mouth. She hated them and loved them. Same, Xandra.
"Think it over."
"HMPH!"

What a fighter. This is why she's a regular in the modeling business. She won't quit. I love it. And her. She's been a good friend since we met. Seriously. She changed my life. Through her, I got into college. No college would take a felon. She begged the school to make an exception for this curly haired Italian. I owe her my loyalty for her giving me hers so soon after we'd met. Goodness permeates her like few people.

I was ready to tickle her, but she surrendered with the typical triple snap. Noose won at last. I wrapped my arms around her. One more kiss on those gagged lips. I loved the resistance despite my past experience with restraint. Regular hogtie time, hoisting her legs up again but this time connecting her ankles to her wrists. Have to keep it entertaining.

Some like feathers. Some like hard bristle hair brushes. Some like toothbrushes. Some like the electric spin brushes, even the bigger ones for buffing cars and such. I prefer a soft bristle hair brush for my initial torture before letting my fingers finish the job. I just like the way the softer brush slowly builds up the sensations. Great stuff. Fun stuff. Only when it's wanted.

That slow gag giggle gets things off to a good start. How awful those socks must taste. Awful, but fun. So good. It is so good. Socks are humiliating in a weird way because they taste bad. I like them in my own way. My own girly hockey star way. I like an athletic twist. I play hockey and love the game. As a kid, outside hockey I was a Barbie doll tea party kind of girl.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she started squirming. Fun time.
"Aw, Alexandra, are you in trouble?" I can be such a teaser even in robot voice.
"Hm hm hm hm hm!" came from her. Good job from the brush.
"I know you like it," I said the obvious, "Sometimes, I like it too."
"Ha ha haaaaaa! Nooo! Thoh ih!" She was begging now. No safe signal used though. Clear.
"You're mine," I switched to my fingers.
"MMMMMMMMM!" She howled into the gag and shot more of those wonderful daggers.

My fingernails are short, but I still like painting them. Right now, they're Minnesota Wild green. I love hockey. Favorite sport. Best thing is propping myself in the corner of my bed. Watching hockey. Hannah making love to me. If the Wild aren't on, I'll watch any game. Best sport ever.

Bondage is the best game ever. Tickling Xandra. Her legs moving. In and out. Up and down. Left and right. Resistance. Loud laughter. Fingers digging into her soles. Nylon covered soles. Best spot to tickle Xandra. Makes her laugh the loudest. Jerk the most. Always a fighter with no quit. I love it.

Sweat pours off her brow. Of mine. I am getting wet all over, as is she. Just obvious on the face and, for me, when exposed, arms. I won't roll up my sleeves though. It's a violation. I'll lose 2 points if I do that. I don't want to get demoted, I'll lose 30 minutes of recreation time, which is often the difference between seeing the end of regulation hockey and not seeing it. It engrains itself in you when you've been inside for 45 months. I've only been outside for under 16 now. I am ruined. A mess. Aimless. Confused. Have to deal with the sweat even if the AC's broken.

Friends make a difference. Xandra and I live at home. We go to a different college. We would retire to the study, aka my mom's former office. Do homework together quietly. Sometimes talk. More than once, Xandra has turned and seen me. Blankly staring. Or quietly crying. Then she'd hug me. Xandra really cares. Calls me bestie. Nice girl. When Hannah's here at school, Xandra is the closest thing I have to Hannah's friendship. I cry a lot sleeping in a bed all by myself when Hannah's gone. God sent Xandra to help me.

Tickling her is special, like with Hannah. I love her. Yeah, she's pretty enough to lust for, but it's a controlled feeling. She's attractive, but I like her more. Makes moments like this special. Feel the love through her skin. How Xandra sounds when I play with her is different from others. It really is friendship. Love. A special love. You need friendships like that. Real friendship.

Feel her movements, watch her slow. Strangulation took its toll. She loves being roughed up. I know how to do that. I can check her or anyone else here 3 feet across the room. Flatten them out nicely. It's a great trick for a CNC game. Only love can watch her so carefully. She's in pain from the tickling. She's groaning. Groaning is a good thing. Means she's ready for more.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"MMMMMMMM!" she cried out in pain. She likes when I spank her. Bold girls at play.
"Winner winner chicken dinner," I reminded her that I technically won the game.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"EEEEKMMMMMMMPHH!" and then followed by the sweet writhe and her snap of surrender.
"This is great," I said, then my mood changed, "I think it's time to let you go."

I felt it coming. The coldness. Something evil. That seizure. Daddy. Evil Daddy. Whenever I hear someone make cracks about mothers, I trigger. My daddy was psychotic and evil and did it to his daughter. That horror. That terror. I felt that hatred. Not for him. For my body. A body that was no longer mine. Why did he do it?

Xandra felt the change without seeing it. She knew me too well. She's too empathetic. She'd be in tears with me soon when she realized what was happening. I had to ask one of the witnesses to help me. I couldn't untie her alone. I'm not crying like a baby or even audibly sobbing. I sat in a chair and faced the wall while quietly crying. Alexandra appeared next to me shortly after.

"I'm sorry, Michela. I wish you knew why he did it. For closure," she wrapped me in a hug.
"That's all I want. I will never ask him, and I will never allow anyone to ask on my behalf."
"I don't want to know," She said in a way that I felt the friendship, "That was fun. Thank you for making it a day that I will never forget. You're really just the absolute best."
"You're welcome," I dried my tears on her sleeve, "Let's order some pizza, hmm?"
"How about you and I go pick it up? As friends."
"Let's do it," I stood up and looked down into her eyes.

I will never know why Daddy did it. I choose instead to revel in the friendships God has given me. Sad moments are so much easier with friends like Alexandra Watkins in my life.

Thanks for reading. XOXO

THE END

[hafnermg]

True friendship is a godsend. Great story!!

[Caesar73]

A very intense follow up to the TUG Court. Quite the interaction between Hannah and Alexandra. Very well written!

[harveygasson]

Very hardcore but very enjoyable.