Stories of Tie Up Games

The 2016 Olympic TUGs
INTRODUCTION
Saturday, January 9, 2016

A large group of college students across three universities in eastern Minnesota converge upon a house in the shadows of Minnesota Institute of Technology. They have converged for a private series of games which are known as TUGs of the Olympiad, a little known competition that had its first iterations as a summer contest in Florida. A founder of those games brought the concept to college with her, and for the second year in a row these games will have a winter edition held in Minnesota to accompany the Florida version.

They have the perfect setting. Just off the college campus is a house, a sorority house, and it has the greatest blessing of all: 9-foot fence. Yes, if necessary, they can go outside. We will see if it is necessary to go outside though. Thank you Tau Iota Epsilon (τιε/TIE), it's almost as if you’re a bondage sorority and that your president is my freshman roommate's older sister.

Some competitions that will take place in these contests:
Fastest Kidnapper: Tape, rope, and zip ties
Escape Challenge: Tape, rope, and zip ties
Team Escape Challenge
Gang War
Bondage Wrestling
Ultimate Snowball
Gag Talk Diction: Tape, ball, and stuffed cleave
Hopping Race
Squirming Race
Tied-Together Race
Hogtie Race
Hopping slalom
Eating Race: Eclairs or cupcakes
Spanking endurance

I’m Joyce Verdi, the originator of the TUG Olympics. It started with me and my girl scout troop back in Florida, and I brought the games to Minnesota so that my new TUG buddies could enjoy the same fun I had with my high school friends. We all participate in these games, so throughout the story one of us girls who is not playing in the games will act as the announcer so that you and the non-competing girls know what is happening. Don't worry: we bought hundreds or even thousands of wide zip ties just for this!

I’m personally looking forward to the Ultimate Snowball contest. We’re going to have a girl be an unwilling volunteer to be the target, but she doesn’t know it yet. Don’t worry, we’re going to inspect for ice before we allow a snowball to be thrown. I’m not going to compete in that one though. We’ll see. I won’t be calling that game for you since it’s an outdoor game. All of the games will be games that are either appropriate to do in winter or can be done indoors.

Well, let’s go inside the sorority house and get a sneak peek of things, all right?

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GETTING READY
Joyce Verdi

“Did you get the cupcakes?” I ask Miss Emilia Albuquerque when I enter the house.
“Not only did I get cupcakes, but I also got eclairs for the final round!” she giggles like a brat.
“You got eclairs? Because?” I look at her in confusion.
“Eclair. Think about the shape. You bite it, and cream comes out and…”
“I told her that it wasn’t funny!” Emilia’s housemate, Cassie Novak, stands up, “It’s disgusting!”
“I think it’s funny,” cackles my friend and freshman year roommate, Joy.
“I’m with Cassie,” pouts my friend and roommate, Jenny Kristensen.
“I don’t get it,” my other roommate, Bridget Sjaastad, shrugs her shoulders.

With 18 girls promising to be here, I am a horrible human being for starting things with that very discussion. Myself, Emilia, Cassie, Joy, Jenny, and Bridget make six people right off the bat! I am sorry for starting you off at such an awful place in the story. That’s how bad I fear this will be, so please be patient with us while we try to keep things easy.

Well, since I am here, I will tell you that it’s subfreezing outside and that there is a good three feet of snow on the ground in most places, including the backyard which was purposefully left in an undisturbed state so that we’d have the snow for those contests for which we wanted it.

I held up a bag for which I and my friends have pitched in: hundreds or thousands of zipties.

“Oh, lookie here,” Cassie took the bag, “Good job! We’ll have fun today!”
“We sure will. Those will make things quick and easy,” I smile while she peers inside.
“Good job. Join the party. We're waiting for the girls from Mudville to get here.”
“All right,” I take off to find a girl in particular and jump her for a hug, “Janie!”
“Hi!” my massive friend holds me off the ground, “How's my Minnesota bestie?”
“Looking forward to a lot of fun adventures. And how are you?. Where are the entry lists?”
“I’m frozen but good. Let's get you, Jenn, and Hannah signed up, OK?”
“Jenny wants to be the subject for the fastest rope kidnapper, right?” I tease my friend.

Jenny, the little blonde girl, blushes. She's a rope bunny through and through. There are a few brave souls with short-sleeves, her included, but all of us have either pants or, for one brave and foolish soul, something I can't identify that has a long skirt (could be a dress) and leg warmers.

The skirt count changes after the girls from Minneapolis arrive, having piled into one girl's huge 8 passenger SUV. Now that we're all here, I will personally introduce three people in particular since I love them all for different reasons.

Janie Patterson is a fellow Florida girl, but she doesn't take the cold so well even if she stands at an immense 6’1”, over 2 meters. That's why she has black knee socks under her black jeans. A black and purple flannel shirt, a button-up with long sleeves, is over a pink long-sleeve t-shirt. On her head is a purple kerchief bandana, and her Rapunzel length black hair is in a beautiful braid. A sparkle can be seen in her chocolate brown eyes, and she stands out beside me because she has a dark complexion thanks to being one-eighth seminole. The red sneakers add pop.

OK, I am digressing to introduce Janie’s big sister, Lauren. Janie is the spitting of her big sister, but there are some obvious differences, like the scars on Lauren’s face from softball catching. It is easy to tell them apart today, as well. Her shirt is a bright blue and black plaid, but it's a short sleeve shirt. The undershirt is black, and her bandana headband is bright blue as well. Her braid is wrapped up in a high bun as well. Her sneakers are black, and her crew socks are white. I’m a sucker for Patterson girls and stop to hug this one as well.

Jenny, my petite roommate, is a true pleasure in so many ways, as you will find out. She's comfy despite the cold and is wearing a pink long sleeve t-shirt and brown sweatpants. Her sneakers, socks, and kerchief bandana are all pink, the bandana having no patterns at all. Like the others I have mentioned, Jenny has her dark blonde hair in a braid.

I met Hannah Larsson, my other roommate, through work; she was a founding member of the CGC though. She is a funny girl. She's wearing black exercise pants with belt loops, a matching long sleeve t-shirt, a lavender short sleeve pocket t-shirt over that, and a black bandana headband in homage to her prison uniform. There is a method to her madness that will become apparent at a later time.

I’ve introduced the girls I want to introduce. The ones of next importance are those competing in the first event. I’m competing, so I’ll turn you over to another person who will announce things for you! Got any ideas for games that maybe we forgot? Remember, we have two minors in the room here. Let us know in the comments; we’d love to add something fun to our day

Here’s a little guide in case you just really forget things about us and the plan of the day:

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If you liked TUG Court, you should like this.

Fastest Kidnapper: Zips
Nichole Blakely

Glad you could join us! You’re just in time for the first part of Fastest Kidnapper, with the first round featuring zipties. The contest is simple: who can zip the chosen victim in the shortest time? You have to zip the wrists, elbows, ankles, and thighs of a willing captive. Having a girl who is willing eliminates the possibility of the girl puts more or less resistance against one girl or another in an attempt to affect the game. This also makes it possible for any girl to volunteer. I am also happy to say that the Tau Iota Epsilon sorority graciously provided toys for us to use, so the lucky damsel will get a 2 inch red ball gag (with a chin strap) in her mouth as part of the zip tie kidnapping. I will venture to guess that the victim will be left and forgotten during the break after the last girl has finished with her. The hard part is that she is standing and has to be hog zipped at the end.

“So, Emilia, are you ready?” I take the hand of the sorority girl.
“Of course I am ready. Bring on the zippers!” she smiles, “Just remember to be nice.”

Emilia is from Spain. The Spanish for “zip tie” and “zipper” are the same word. She dressed for this competition in particular, temporarily putting on a pair of black shorts and a yellow shirt. It's a good choice when you see her black hair and dark eyes. Her skin is typical of a Mediterranean European though, and she has a few inches on my 5’4”.

Some of us immediately decided we 100% would not compete in competitions, and it was up to those 4-5 folks for each round to decide who would get to actually compete. In this round, it is Joyce, Bridget, Lauren, Joy, and Mary-Ann competing. I’ll introduce the new girls as the round is progressing so you get to know them.

We're in the finished basement of the house; this house was chosen by Zoe for this reason, so the Sorority could have a meeting place. It's got a large room with enough space for girls to sit and watch the events unfold.

“Our first competitor is Joyce Verdi,” I announce to the girls sitting on the floor and chairs.
“I’m excited,” the Spaniard says and even adds a “Wheee!” with it.
“I’m ready if you are,” says a bashful girl my own size and with joyful hazel eyes.
“On your mark,” says Janie, the keeper of the stopwatch, “Get set… GO!”
“Go get her!” declares a voice in the crowd.

The girl with the dark blonde hair deftly kicks Emilia's legs out from under her, grabbing those flailing arms. Weight is on Joyce's side because she weighs nearly 10 pounds more than Emilia, and she sits on the Spaniard and zips the wrists and elbows in a flash. Turning around, she zips the ankles and thighs as required. Joyce's choice of bright blue leggings and slip-on shoes now seems clever; her navy blue turtleneck sweater gives her minimal resistance. I thought she had a navy knee skirt too… There it is in the corner! Boom, Emilia is hog zipped top. Glasses don't stop her!

“And Joyce is turning around again,” I announce it like a sport, “And into Emilia's mouth goes the ball gag! Joyce is securing the straps and… Finished! 19.69 seconds for Joyce!”
“Ugh!” she shakes her head, swishing the shoulder length hair, “I panicked.”
“I’ve got you, girl,” little Kendra goes to cut Emilia free with Janie’s help.
“Mmm mmmmmm!” our victim is a happy damsel-in-distress.
“Our next competitor will be Bridget Sjaastad! Bridget brings the experience of a childhood full of TUGs, having played games with her siblings since she was 7.”
“This will be fun!”

Up jumps another girl my size, but this one is stocky and strong and wearing blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a solid red button-up short-sleeve shirt. She has long platinum blonde hair, but she is letting fly about. She takes the ball gag first and puts the zips in her shirt pocket. With a deep breath, Bridget takes off at Janie’s command.

“Bridget elects to start with the gag. She's pushing the gag into Emilia’s mouth and knocking her knees down at the same time. A silent captive can't ask for help. She zips the arms first and now is on the ankles. Clearly, Bridget is a zip tie pro! Down with Millie and… 18.37 seconds! That is going to be hard to beat!”

A massive round of applause goes up, and a highly embarrassed Bridget takes a couple of bows before retreating back to the audience. Kendra and Janie are immediately on top of the gleeful Emilia, who is giggling up a storm because zips are her absolute favorite. We're all happy at the moment, and that's a good thing! Hopefully, the rest of the day goes so well. Lauren Patterson is another expert kidnapper because she has to be able to take on Janie!

“Are you ready?” I ask as if I am holding a microphone instead of an empty ice cream cone.
“Bring it on!” the immense girl with the sheepish grin responds.
“I’m always ready for zippers,” the damsel interjects.
“On your mark… Get set… Go!” Janie starts off the third competitor's turn.

“Lauren also starts with the gag! Poor Emilia. She's a trooper, folks. Lauren's already got her mark on the floor and is working from the top down! Elbows… wrists… thighs… ankles… hog zip. It's 20.16 seconds! Good job representing the year, but no cigar, Lauren.”

“The chin strap caught me off guard,” Lauren is more bashful than sheepish, “Cost me a bit.”
“You did a great job,” I say, and we bump fists.
“I’m proud of you,” Jenny says with her bouncy energy and gives Lauren a hug.
“Our next competitor is Joy Fredericks. I think a lot of us are looking forward to seeing just how Joy can so easily kidnap a Janie or a Bridget who should be able to effortlessly break Joy in half at will, but they can't.”
“Maybe I should withdraw,” Joy jokes, “This is my secret becoming open knowledge.”
“Shut up!” Janie laughs, “On your mark… get set… GO!”

Joy deftly takes Emilia’s ankles out from under her and wraps the first zip around her wrists in a motion so fast I miss it all. She is remarkably skillful despite the brown skirt swishing about her ankles; her ash blonde hair is controlled by the pink kerchief bandana that matches her shoes. A brown long-sleeve turtleneck t-shirt finishes the outfit of a girl who is built like and as strong as a grandmother. She is the kind of girl who can hand knead her own bread.

“Look at her go! Boom! One… two… three… four… gagged… hog tied! 15.37 seconds!”
“Dang. Slower than my best practice run,” Joy groans as if she didn't just stun us all!
“Holy sh-t!” a voice exclaims.
“That was amazing!” another says, “No wonder I’m gagged before I know what hit me!”
“Mmmmmm!” Emilia voices… something… whatever.

I’m astounded. No one has surprise kidnapped me nearly as many times as Joy has, and now it is so readily apparent why that is the case! With that technique, it's no wonder she is able to kidnap even Janie and Lauren with seeming ease. In fact, there is no one here who has not been taken in a surprise kidnapping by Joy.

Still, this leads us to the final contestant, Mary-Ann Voisin. I don't know what's wilder: the hair or the way she's bouncing. The incredibly fluffy brunette isn't a fan of winter; she bounces like she does despite the weather giving her terrible bouts of asthma. She is bundled up more than a lot of us. Black ankle boots, white knee socks, white sweatpants, a black turtleneck t-shirt, and a white knit hat are accented by a black cowgirl bandana around her neck. Black glasses finish it.

Her brown eyes show a profound sadness that contrasts her smile. She is a bigger girl though, in spirit and size. She is a strong girl, as are most of the girls from Hannah’s CGC clique. Mary is a brave girl in some regards, but she is scared of the crowd. To me, it's a day with friends. She's not so certain, but it's time to compete.

“On you mark… Get set… GO!”

Mary-Ann immediately drops a zip tie but ignores her error. Instead, she focuses on doing what she can still do, zipping Emilia's wrists first and then flubbing the elbows a bit. This is beyond panic; Mary is having a meltdown. She attempts to push the gag into Emilia’s mouth and slips, letting a quiet complaint put, before getting it right. The remaining zips are worked in naturally, including saving the dropped one for the hogzip.

“21.4 seconds. What might have been,” Jenny says softly.
“Yeah,” Mary-Ann turns away.
“Hey, it's not life or death,” I say to her, “What you did for me matters more.”
“Thanks,” she smiles, “I need some time alone to make a learning experience out of this.”
“Take your time,” I return the smile, “We'll focus on events where you're not committing.”
“Congratulations to Joy on her victory!” Janie declares, “She wins a bag of wide black zip ties.”
“For her runner-up finish, Bridget gets a pack of regular zip ties,” I hasten to add.
“Mmmmm!” Emilia wants to be freed, but we ignore her.
“For her third place finish, Joyce gets one zip tie,” Janie dramatically presents it to her friend.
“Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, thanks,” Joyce takes it and zips Janie’s hands together!
“Now that's not nice!” the big athlete snaps the plastic with ease.

Mary-Ann quietly leaves the room; she's never adjusted to life outside the Big House like the rest of hee clique has. We all are going around the room offering various congratulations to Bridget and Joy on their close contest, especially Joy. It felt like an hour, but our first game really took 9 minutes. Emilia's squirming on the floor and enjoying herself in her favorite bondage, including her favorite gag, but there is no blindfold this time.

I then watch Hannah, Janie, and Lauren walk over to one of the spectators. I now turn you over to Hannah Larsson for the start of the next portion of the broadcast!

COMING UP NEXT: Ultimate Snowball

Nice concept and definitely an interesting read so far

"The thrill of victory.. the agony of deMMMPPPGHHH"

(okay, probably a lot of people aren't old enough to get the reference to "wide world of sports")

Looks like another great story and I can't wait to see what kind of events might be coming up. The peek-proof blindfold challenge?

Amazing story!! If the first 3 places get medals. Do the last three get tied?. Also great timing for this story with the summer Olympics starting soon.

Windrunner wrote: 11 months ago "The thrill of victory.. the agony of deMMMPPPGHHH"

(okay, probably a lot of people aren't old enough to get the reference to "wide world of sports")

Looks like another great story and I can't wait to see what kind of events might be coming up. The peek-proof blindfold challenge?

I used to watch the replays on ESPN Classic

hafnermg wrote: 11 months ago Amazing story!! If the first 3 places get medals. Do the last three get tied?. Also great timing for this story with the summer Olympics starting soon.

Well, there is incentive to perform, but extended punishments might be considered when convenient. Yes, the timing was intentional.

Bandit666 wrote: 11 months ago Nice concept and definitely an interesting read so far

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Things are going to be a bit... crazy in this one.

The 2016 Olympic TUGs
BETWEEN GAMES
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Hannah Larsson

Sometimes I take what I want. When what I want is the other French girl, one Ashley Calland, I often bring help. She's taller than me and my match in strength. A red knee skirt, slip on shoes, and bandana headband are paired with a blue turtleneck sweater and brown pantyhose. Yes, she wears pantyhose as her regular fashion. Alongside me are my enforcers, the immense Janie and Lauren Patterson, and together we walk up the stairs as if for business.

“Hi, Hannah!” she is always happy to see her friends.
“Sweet Ashley!” I say with a smile, “You know Janie and Lauren, right?”
“I believe I met them once, yes,” she replies with her sweet French accent.
“I thought so. Now, Ashley… You tell her, Janie.”
“We'd like to use you as the target for the ultimate snowball,” Janie grins and shuts the door.
“You want to use me? To throw snowballs at me?” she is seriously considering it.
“No one’s forcing you to do it, Ash,” I protect her boundaries a bit, “You’re a sport, though.”
“If you can successfully kidnap me, you may do it,” she says, and the Patterson’s pounce her.
“Nommmppphhhhh!” the girl is hand gagged by the strong Lauren and knows she’s in trouble.

Sometimes, I hoard dirty laundry for a day like today, and a pair of my socks, perhaps the ones I wore to the gym this morning, go into Ashley’s mouth. Meanwhile, Janie is using rope to tie up the girl because we’d need too many zips to hold her down as well as we need her to be held. I do 4 wraps of gray duct tape as a cleave gag, and then I do the next 7 as a typical wrap gag. We tie her arms, thighs, and legs in three places each. A complete harness and a dual waist-crotch rope under her skirt (because I love her) finish the process.

Outside, there is a porch that is just perfect for securing captives, and Joy, Joyce, and I have been secured to it, sometimes all at once, a few times each. Janie, Lauren, and I are competing in this round. I’ll let Jenny Kristensen take over now.

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Ultimate Snowball
Jenny Kristensen

Hi! Are you ready to have lots of fun? Great! Let's run up the stairs and… You’re slow! Come on, already. Come on… sure, take your sweet precious time following up behind us. I’ve got a part in this competition. I love snow, and so does my cousin Kendra. That’s why we’re going to be the ones gathering the snow. Snow makes her run faster than you!

Kendra looks so much like me but with some subtle differences. My eyes are blue; her eyes are brown. I’m 5’1” (155 cm); she’s 5’0” (152 cm). I’m pale skinned and clearly Scandinavian; she oddly has a Greek maternal grandmother and thus has a slight propensity to tan a bit. It might be a cold winter’s day, but we also match quite nicely. She, too, is wearing a pink long sleeve t-shirt with brown sweatpants. Like me her socks and kerchief bandana are all pink. Her hair is up in a messy bun, though, and she has white canvas shoes. She’s 9 months my senior, but she has been the closest in heart of my many first and second cousins since the day I arrived.

“So what are we doing anyway, Kenny?”
“So what are we doing anyway, Jenny?” her answer reeks of playful mockery.
“I’m just here to help you, aren’t I?” I admit my ignorance of why I am here.
“We’re going to gather snow for the girls to make snowballs and fasten Ashley to the porch.”
“MMMMMM!” the pretty tall French girl looks at her roommate with mock disgust.
“Oh, a human target! I would have volunteered for that!” I say, and Kendra and I cackle alike.
“Whose bandana is tighter, yours or mine?” Kendra asks me, and we cackle again.

While we’re in front of Ashley, Kendra is controlled and sarcastic; she’s always sarcastic, to be fair to her. But when it’s just her alone with me, Hannah, or Mary-Ann… well. Let’s just say as soon as the door opens, and it is just us, she runs and dives into the snow. Now , she is wearing neon green knit mittens and a matching scarf and hat. Mine are all the same shade of brown as my sweatpants. We quickly make a pair of snow angels alongside each other while laughing so loudly the neighbors must have thought we escaped West River Psychiatric Hospital two blocks away from here.

Then we’re happily talking and fluffing up the snow to make sure it’s perfect for snowballs and shoveling it up in a pile so that we can easily scoop up big bowls full of it for the competitors to use on Ashley. It’s like we’re kids again, before Kendra’s family turned against her and she then in turn turned to illegal drugs for comfort instead of me. The happy smile on her face vanishes in an instant, and I turn to see Nichole standing in the door watching us.

“Come on!” Kendra acts like she’s not soft and squishy, “Quit dallying and keep fluffing!”
“Oh, it’s enough,” I say to her because she doesn’t intimidate me, “Let’s tie Ashley to the deck.”
“Oh, all right. I’ll hold her down while you do the tying.”
“Perfect!” I bounce into the house to retrieve the bag.
“Mmmmm!” Ashley is halfway up the stairs trying to get to one of the bedrooms!
“You are a naughty captive!” I grab her by the ankles and pull her down the steps, “Bad girl!”
“Mm mmm?” I have no clue what she asked, but her face tells me dirty socks are in her mouth.

The two of us have no problem forcing Ashley to hop out the door, down the steps, and over to the corner of the porch. There, we fasten her to the post using more clothesline. She’s just the right height that her waist lines up with the porch when at this level. Four ropes secure her legs to the post below porch level, three secure her torso, and the final one gently ties her neck to the porch because we don’t want her dodging. We show her it’s a soft, safe snow by letting Kendra belt me with a snowball. She nods in understanding and agrees to try it out.

Let’s play!

What a lineup of competitors we have here: Hannah, Nichole, Janie, Lauren, Michela, and Zoe. It wasn’t easy to decide which girls should compete in this contest, but we couldn’t do without the giant softball players or the hockey player, Michela. We needed the queen of winter sports to engage in winter sports!

Michela Palmeri is a big strong Italian girl who also is Hannah’s girlfriend. They met in prison, and they're the best things that ever happened to each other. Plus, Michela is so interesting in her own right that talking to her, when she's in the right state, can be enriching. Her dark green skirt swished about her calves in such perfect femininity. It's matched by a standard paisley bandana headband, her glasses instead of her contacts, and a white button-up long-sleeve shirt. Over the shirt she has a thin chocolate brown coat, somehow it looks hip on her. Cowboy boots rise into the regions hidden by the skirt. Perhaps it's the wavy Italian brunette curls and the happy brown eyes that does it. I know she will give 100% in every event she enters, but she also relishes the thought of being tied up as a loser. She is pretty and confident. She’s a star hockey player and used to crowds.

Of course I have to introduce Nichole, also known as bestie and my sister from another mother and, of course, the Gangsta Queen. There is an icy blue western paisley kerchief bandana on her head, and her sweatpants match it in color. A navy blue sweatshirt is her style, and black canvas sneakers are always her favorite in any weather. A navy blue bandana mask keeps her warm in this cold. I could just jump up and hug her!

Then there's Zoe, a girl without whom we wouldn't be here. She is Joy’s big sister and also the girl who spearheaded the founding of the TIE sorority and its acquisition of this house to call its own for the time being. Her brown hair was only in a high ponytail, and she wore skinny jeans with a neon green t-shirt and a purple winter hat, scarf, and mittens. Black snow boots were on her feet along with black crew socks. She was elated to be hostess to his gathering of sorority girls, Cool Girls, and prison girls.

The rules are simple: in 30 seconds, throw as many snowballs at the target as possible. Hitting her is worth 1 point. Hitting her face is worth 2 points. The pretty French girl is a bit anxious, and I give her a wink, a cheerful smile, and a wave. That seems to bring some spark to her eyes, and her color returns to her face. Her best friends are on the premises, watching but not playing in this round. First up is Hannah!

“On your mark…,” Timekeeper Bridget starts, “Get set… Go!”

I hold a massive tub of snow for Hannah with Kenny beside me holding the next tub just in case it's needed so soon. Hannah forms a ball, aims, and fires it off. Miss! Miss! Right in the boobs! A tummy shot! Ashley giggles. Miss! Boobs again! BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! Time is already up for Hannah with only 3 points for her.

“Well, Kenny, I guess our routine fights during and after juvie aren't so impressive,” she says.
“I should say not. Hannah, that royally sucked a$$,” Kendra is always dripping with sarcasm.
“Be nice!” I say, but both she and Hannah are giggling.
“Thanks for the wisdom,” Hannah says and heads back up the porch to watch the next round.
“Oh, boy, my turn!” bestie jumps off the porch.

Now, it's the Gangsta Queen’s time to shine. When the keeper of the clock announces the start of the round, Nichole carefully gathers a snowball, takes aim, and fires right at Ashley’s boob! She pumps her fist, maintains her position, and hastens her pace. She gathers the snow more rapidly, and she launches it.

“EEEEKKKKKKK!” right in the face!
“Boom! Here I come!”

BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! Neck! Miss! Come on, Sis; you can do it! BAM! FACE! Miss! Beeper! 10 points for Nichole likely won't hold up against softball players since they throw balls every day. Nevertheless, Nichole is satisfied with her performance. Ashley is in shock by these events, and Joyce kindly assists the damsel by pulling a thick winter hat, one of Janie’s, over her head.

Next is Janie. What Janie did to Ashley is so incredible that the softball player's name became a curse word in Ashley’s mind. From start to finish, it is a nonstop stream of snowballs pelting the poor thing right in the face and neck areas. BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! Neck! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! Miss! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! Neck! BAM! Neck! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! Miss! Wow! That's 19 points!

“That was murder,” Kendra looks at Ashley, “Are you OK, baby?”
“Mmm hmm!” comes an unexpected and unquestionably positive response.
“She’s fine!” my cousin shouts, “Bring on the other softball murderess!”
“Hey, that’s my friend!” I defend Lauren.
“So who do you want to win? Me or Nichole?” Lauren proudly strides over.
“It’s not Nichole. Win, or I’ll tie you to that same post and pelt you with snowballs.”
“I’d rather scoop off the ground,” my friend winks at me to acknowledge what I said.
“If you win, we’ll tie Janie to the post instead!”

Softball catchers have to be fast at throwing high lasers at a target. When the timer begins, she’s in a crouching position. What happens at a slower pace than what Janie did is just as incredible in its own right. BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! BAM! SHRIEK! Every throw is right on the money, smacking Ashley right in the face without fail even if she didn’t throw as many as Janie. There’s no way anyone can top that, but perhaps Michela or Zoe has a good enough aim to claim 3rd or, with some speed, 2nd.

Michela strides over and picks up some of the snow, rubbing it between her gloves before taking the gloves off and repeating the action. Her skirt swishes, and she winks at me and Kendra. I’ve gotten to know her over the past year, and she is interesting for such a quiet girl. She looks up at Hannah and smiles.

As soon as Bridget gives the signal, Michela begins rapidly hurling blobs of snow right at Ashley without much of an aim. Instead, she is focused on number blobs thrown, and she gets them all to hit the target even if she’s not always hitting the target in the face. Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! BAM! SHRIEK! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! BAM! SHRIEK! She hurls 18 of them, all on target, for a solid 20 points. She did beat out Janie by taking an unorthodox approach.

“Impressive!” I congratulate her, “You did a great job like that!”
“Thanks,” she blushes, “I had to try something different.”
“You know, girls, I’m just going to quietly withdraw from this competition,” Zoe turns around.
“No, you aren’t,” Joy stands in the way, “Compete, or I’ll put some snow down your shirt!”
“I can stand there and let the timer…”
“Make me proud, Zoe! At least do something memorable!”
“All right, Joy. I’ll be memorable and also make you proud,” Zoe smirks a little.

Zoe walks over to where Kenny and I eagerly stand holding the bowls of snow. When the timer begins, Zoe surprises me by taking my full bowl of snow! She charges up to Ashley and tosses the entire contents of the bowl right against the helpless damsel in distress and human target. She wipes her hands on Ashley's shirt, goes up the steps, turns around, and takes a bow to a loud applause. She made her stand despite her sister's demands, and both walk away as winners. I go over to Ashley now and pull the hat off the girl in the formal clothes.

“Mmmmmm!” she has a sock in her mouth, I think.

Kenny and Jenny went to free the… never mind; I’m not a poet. We detach Ashley from the post and force her to hop into the house again for the presentation of the prizes. Well, they’re actually lousy prizes, in the grand scheme of things. I foist the presentation of the prizes off on my sweet cousin, instead. Let her take the fall.

“For our first prize, to Lauren Patterson, a coil of clothesline. Big fat hairy deal!”
“I’ll take it!” Lauren eagerly accepts her reward.
“Who bought these sh-t prizes anyway?!” Kendra throws a package of Sno-Balls at Janie.
“I don't like packaged food. Here, Hannah,” Michela passes it off.
“Our third prize is a bag of jumbo marshmallows,” Kendra grimaces and hands it to Janie.
“Yummy! White and fluffy like snow,” Janie's eyes light up at the simple prize.
“You like those that much?” I ask her.
“Do I ever!”



I’ve got to get ready. It's Joy’s turn to narrate a competition!

COMING UP: Hogtie Race and Rope Escape

Ultimate snowball is excellent. I also can't wait to see the hog tie race and escape!!

Been reading up slowly on these. A fun little series!

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It's a theme that will carry well throughout July and August.

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The 2016 Olympic TUGs
Hogtie Race
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Joy Fredericks

The hogtie squirming was one of the better ideas that any of us had in the entire process in the planning of these games since it was easy to set up and easy to score. The competition is super simple: the girls playing are all hogtied and then race from the starting line to the finish line by squirming in their hogtie using whatever method works best for them. It's completely up to the competitor to decide how they want to go about without any restrictions really so long as they remain bound for the entirety of the race and don't attempt to interfere with another girl's race or, God forbid, use it as an opportunity to spend 5 minutes bound and gagged!

We had a lot of interest in this event naturally because it called for a skill that wasn’t dependent upon the size of the competitor like had, in a small part, played into the previous two events that favored either stronger or more athletic girls. This one is all about the specific techniques that a good Cool Girl believes work to her advantage in certain situations, and some of us are good at escaping, binding, or torturing. Then there are some of us who are masters at being a massive nuisance to the girl that is keeping us prisoner and making her have to just tie us down more and more until she’s immobilized every last part of our body in an effort to keep us still. The hogtie race is for those girls for sure.

Millie, Ashley, Jenny, Kendra, Luisa Palmeri, Kylie Svensson, and Alexandra Watkins signed up for this particular competition with an eye on the simple but truly CGC prize: a bag of cookies I made with my own hands. I pride myself on only four things in my life, and I boast about two of those. The two of which I kind of boast are my kitchen skills and having the best big sister in the whole wide world; no apologies, Palmeri’s and Patterson’s.

Kylie, unlike the rest, couldn’t handle an elbow bondage so well, so we tied the damsel’s ankles, thighs, and wrists with rope for this competition, and of course all of them were hogtied as best as we could to ensure they went nowhere! “We” refers to me, Casey Clark, Cassie Novak, and Hannah.

During winter break, Kylie, Michela, Hannah, and I… never mind. We’ve had lots of fun from the dirtiest to the very ordinary, and don’t be surprised if we sneak a little innuendo in here and there more like a 1980s or 1990s sitcom. Think Golden Girls. Yeah, we’re having fun, and we hope you are as well.

Millie, Ashley, Jenny, and Kendra have all been introduced. Let me tell you about a girl named Luisa Palmeri. Luisa is Michela’s little sister, and what a sweetheart this girl is. Now, I love my big sister like no other little sister loves her big sister, but Luisa’s love has been tested so many times and always proven to be strong and true. Luisa and Michela have a dedication to each other that is very relatable to me and Zoe, and it’s part of why we were so quickly comfortable with her despite her past. That’s why Luisa is wearing a dark burgundy skirt, black ankle boots, a dark burgundy bandana headband, and a charcoal gray button-up long-sleeve shirt. Her coat is a cement gray but leaning dark. She shares the curls and the eyes, but her hair is much longer. A stronger show of the love was the way she hugged her sister during the award presentation after the previous event.

It wouldn’t be complete without gags for everyone because gags are the most important part of keeping your captive as a captive in order to ensure your captive doesn’t try to call out for help! It’s the sorority house, where blue rubber balls and handkerchiefs are everywhere to use, so each of the competitors gets a 2 inch ball gag in their mouth with the handkerchiefs getting knotted by us with great relish. The assistants to the announcer, Casey and Hannah, have prepared bags that will hold each girl’s gag so that the balls can safely be reused on the same girls if necessary.

“Jenny is too eager for the TUG Olympics,” Nichole said to me a few days before.
“Yeah, she’s bouncing more than usual,” I agreed, “It’s cute.”
“I’ve been helping Millie practice for this one,” my friend confided.
“They’re the only Minn Tech entries, aren’t they?” suddenly came to my mind.

“Aw, Jenny, look at you and your cousin, so happy together,” Nichole says in the present.
Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it's only right
To think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy together, Lauren breaks out into song immediately.
“I’m glad someone here has taste besides me,” Cassie smirks.
“She’s always had a thing for the 60s and 70s rock,” Janie has to razz her sister.
“Oh, like I didn’t catch you singing that to Lauren while she was bound and gagged a few weeks ago?” Joyce betrays and protests at the same time.

“If I were a betting girl, my money would be on Ashley,” I hear Michela say, “She's a squirmer.”
“Are you crazy?” Bridget responds, “No one can compete with Jenny in a squirm race.”
“I’m guaranteeing you that Jenny loses, and it’ll be because of Kendra.”
“Nah, I’ll give you the Ashley point, but the Kendra one is crazy!”
“I’ll be you that—”
“No bets,” Bridget ends the conversation, “I don't gamble.”
“Shush,” I wave my hand at them, “It’s time for the race.”
“She’s bossy and dominant,” Michela smiles, “I like that in a girl.”
“That’s why you and Hannah are a good match,” Bridget gets the last word and smiles.

In a sense Michela is right about Jenny, and I know Michela is good friends with both cousins unlike me, so I am keeping her words in mind while I call this next contest. It's time to start the race, and I would love it if you joined me for it.

It’s simple: we painstakingly make two straight lines in the carpet using red tape and made sure that they were always equidistant, but we had no problem doing this because we’re engineers at a college for engineers. We lined up the contestants on the same side of the one line so they travel the same distance regardless of height because we expected that Jenny and Millie would both be in this particular competition. Now we’re ready to race now that all are quiet.

“On your mark,” Cassie stands by the other line on the far side of the big room, “Get set. Go!”

“And they’re off! Jenny and Ashley get a great jump at the start with the little blonde seeming to take flight on her initial bounce. At the one foot mark it’s Jenny by 1 inch over Ashley. They’re all giving it their best, and Kylie and Emilia have fallen behind a bit. It’s a 20 foot race, and we are 1/20th of the way there. We hear many shouts of ‘Millie’ and ‘Jenny’ from the crowd as we near the 5 foot mark.
“Jenny and Kendra are neck and neck and trash talking each other through their gags, and this allows Ashley to jump out to a 6 inch advantage. The mid-pack is not losing any ground to the leaders, but Kylie is now all by herself at the rear while Millie has joined the contenders with a concentrated effort in her motions.
“As we approach the 10 foot mark, a new contender is emerging to contend with the older girls. It’s Luisa Palmeri with Xandra Watkins in tow alongside her. Jenny and Kendra are busily trash talking each other, and they have dropped so that Jenny is 5th with Luisa just behind her as Luisa takes 2nd, Xandra 3rd, and Millie 4th.
“The girls are racing along, and Jenny is attempting to rejoin the main contenders. There appears to be no quit in anyone except Kylie, who has stopped at the 9 foot mark, and Ashley is apparently slowing down. As we near the 15 foot mark, Xandra edges ahead of both Ashley and Luisa to take the lead, but Jenny is keeping up alongside her cousin! But Luisa races in front of the blonde girl! We’re watching the unexpected unfold before our eyes. No one, sorry, Luisa, no one was predicting the youngster in this contest! A girl who is self-described as ‘90% dominant’ is leading the way!”

“Go Lulu!” the proud older sister cheers at a distance.

“As we go down the stretch, Ashley is falling behind a bit and is now struggling to keep Jenny behind her, but she is renewing her efforts. At the front, it is a total upset. Luisa is now 6 inches in front of Xandra. There is no photo finish for the win! It’s Luisa Palmeri comfortably ahead of Xandra Watkins. We have a photo finish for 3rd, though, and we will need to replay the film view from the official scorekeeper’s phone to see who claimed 3rd, whether it was our cute Jenny or the adorable Ashley. Kendra fell back at the end, which allowed Millie to take 5th. A review shows that Jenny got Ashley by half an inch for 3rd! Michela is racing over to ungag her little sister. Let’s get a word with the winner of the race. Luisa, how did you do it?”

“Bleh!” she spits out the gag, “Michela and I practiced for this one for weeks. A month ago, one of our friends tied me up, and Michela noticed that I covered a lot of crowd to reach the scissors to cut the tape.”
“Congratulations, Lou.”
“I’m so proud of you!” Michela beams and smiles and gives her sister the sweetest hug.
“Let’s hear from our runner-up, Alexandra Watkins!” I turn my imaginary microphone to her.
“I don't know. Practice helped a little. I just did my best and let no one and no thing distract me. By the way, I hate ball gags.”
“Congratulations on a fine run, Xandra. Enjoy the cookies.”
“Thanks, and to be clear, I hate ball gags.”
“And now to the favorite, Jenny Kristensen.”
“I punked myself!” Jenny groans, “I was too busy with Kendra and fell asleep at the wheel!”
“We’ll see you in the escape race, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah!” the squeaky girl is already smiling again, “Any excuse to be tied up!”
“For the record, our runner-up gets two of my cookies, and third gets some cookie crumbs.”
“Are you kidding me?!” Jenny is more shrill then ever!

I’m going to turn you over to our next narrator for the next event. Jenny’s prize is getting untied unlike the ones who finished behind her, who we abandon to escape on their own since she is the only girl entered in the next event who was in this one. Sorry, Kendra, Alexandra, Millie, Kylie, and Ashley: save yourselves. We’re here if you need us. Yes, gag Alexandra again, girls. Untie Luisa; she’s earned it.

“MMMMMM!” a couple of them complain, but we ignore them.

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Escape Race: Rope
Cassandra Novak

It was so freaking hard to come up with which girls should be allowed to enter the rope escape challenge. We limited it to just five girls, that’s it. Nichole, Casey, Jenny, Hannah, and Joyce made the cut of those who entered, and that was only after a ton of debating between me and my assistants, Zoe and Janie. Some others entered and would have fun, but it’s a race and not just about fun.

Once again, the fun of tying a girl’s elbows was sucked out of the air because of stiff girls like me entering the contest. I don’t care if some of them don’t like crotch ropes too much; I want to put them in a tighter tie than was just shown. A boxtie with a chest harness and a crotch rope is just what this engineer ordered. Lotus tied legs are supported by ropes to the wrists and one to the frontal V of the harness. We know exactly how we’re doing this. Janie and I do the tying of each girl, but let me tell you that I added Jenny just for laughs. It was hilarious to see her of all people enter this contest, and we certainly snubbed at least one person by picking Jenny over that unfortunate soul. We’re looking forward to another good laugh from the Rope Bunny Queen herself when she competes against the likes of Hannah, Joyce, Nichole, and Casey.

Janie and Zoe are ruthless but fair and will make sure each girl is tied up just right. Janie’s a girl I trust despite her lack of self-confidence. She’s a lot like my housemate, Emilia, in that they’re always charming the men. She’s so precocious, but she’s emotionally stunted because she’s way too far ahead academically for her immaturity. I said it; deal with it. Whatever. What matters is that she is a good person who means well, and I know she will make sure the girls are tied about the same way, show no bias, and be nice about it.

On the carpet, like the tape lines, there is a blue tape circle about 4 meters diameter on the floor. I spent about 2 hours getting that set up for both this and the wrestling competition. The victim is not allowed to leave the circle. If they do, it's instant disqualification. I gotta be a nuisance in some way! And to escape they have to get every rope off and out of the ring as well as the gag.

In order, they're going Nichole, Hannah, Jenny, Joyce, and Casey. Casey is a complete unknown to me as far as escaping is concerned, and obviously I have known the others for a while. It's not so obvious, actually? OK. I’m a senior. Nichole, Hannah, Jenny, and Joyce are all sophomores here at Minn Tech, and Casey is a sophomore at U Minnesota. Got it? Good.

Joyce is special to me as my sorority little. There's perhaps a little bit of a difference in how we treat bigs and littles here at TIE. Hannah is also a Sister although she's not as much into the big and little thing as perhaps a good member should be. She pays her dues, so I don't care really. Joyce is the co-founder of these games and is known for escape both here and back home.

I hate narrating. I’m so freaking nervous! I promised I’d take a turn, and I’m just losing it here. Ummmmmm… where was I? That's right! Nichole has one of our trademark handkerchief and rubber ball gags in her mouth, and she is tied up like I said above. Go back and reread it if you can't remember. This competition has a prize only for the winner, a package of duct tape.

“And… go! Nichole is squirming a good bit in the clothesline…………… She's evaluating her bondage…………… A little drool’s on the orange ball……… It's not terribly tight, but…… I’m not sure she's sure…………………… She's got a gleam in her eye………… She's pulling at the ropes quite a bit and trying to find the knot…………………………………… She's got a knot… Can she do anything with it? Let's see…… Ummmmmmmmmmm……… She's giving it her all for sure, but…… Ummmmmmmmmmm……………… Hmmm, she's got a good grip on that… Nope, nothing……… She's loosening something up……… She's not very loud. I wonder what she's thinking………… Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm………………………… Ummmmm… She's… No… Maybe……… Nope, not that either, and I…”

Lauren Patterson

“Let me at it,” it's time for a coup d’état, and I take the ‘microphone’ away!
“Hey!”
“Nichole is slithering about trying to sneak away from us all! Look at her picking at those knots. I am surprised she would enter this considering the only knots she ever has to untie are those of her own bandanas. Yes, folks, she never escapes when she's captive, and her captives always are sneaking away from her!”

Nichole lets out some angry gag talk at my insults. Her navy mask is still around her neck like a cowboy bandana after all this time. Gangsta Queen is icy cool with the icy blue kerchief, and the attitude is on display as well. Hers is a true love story, both with her husband and with Jenny. It is a story that I would love to tell you, but everyone loves telling it.

“Yes, indeed, the Gangsta Queen is so used to being pampered thanks to that leg she broke just a few months ago that she can't get out of any predicament anymore. She needs help, I think! I’m not too impressed by this one, and neither are you. Folks, she's in a world of doo-doo. Ah! She makes a fool out of me! She has an arm free! Five minutes have gone by already, and she is just figuring out how to escape.

“Seriously, I’m blaming this on the weather. This isn't like Nichole even if she's not always the best at escaping. Actually, I think she's in a little bit of pain in that left leg, but she's doing it all on her own. There goes one rope, and there goes the next one. She's fumbling on the knots a bit, and I know that's not the car accident. Look at her, though; she doesn't care. She did it, and that is all that matters to her. Yes, yes, the ropes are gone; the gag has been tossed; Nichole stands up to cheers from her loving friends. 6 minutes, 39 seconds. What was it like, Queen?”

“My arms wouldn't cooperate. I think I damaged a nerve in one of my incidents,” she frowns.
“You did your best, and that makes you a winner in my book. All right, everyone, next in line is the sweet Casey Clark!”

Casey Clark founded our noble Club. Actually, she co-founded it, but the Club was her original idea. Through the CGC, we’ve all been blessed, including this girl we call Gangsta Friend. She is an average height and weight, but she's disadvantaged from a cerebral hemorrhage that caused a cerebrovascular accident, a stroke. She was nearly dead, but now she lives! A favorite of hers, a blood red {Ed: burgundy} headband is her color and style of bandana with matching blood red sweatpants, and a tangy mustard yellow long T emblazoned with her school’s name, Blood red socks and black converse sneakers wrap it all up. Now, she is bound and gagged and in the ring. Casey checks the ropes, and we are underway!

“Casey Clark isn't the most flexible girl on the planet, and she is using it to her advantage, trying to force the ropes to move around her instead! You can't hear it, but she is grunting occasionally while she moves around. Aww, see that? She's drooling a little,

“Just look at her go! The green-eyed blonde is not afraid of anything, and she is loosening up the ropes in a few spots already. I think she's already slipping her arms out. She is! This is a great run for the Gangsta Friend, who is having a great time too. This girl is going to be happy with her results.

“There goes a rope. Her arms are free! She is trying to remove the harness by sloughing it off her body. It's a great effort on her part, and we are getting to see one of the better runs. This is going to be a top-3 run for sure. See the happiness with which she dumps the harness. She just has to untie her legs, and the knots aren't cooperating with her hands either, but she's doing it.”

Xandra and the others are helping each other out of the ropes from the previous round, and some of them, Emilia and Xandra in particular, go over to Joy to push her a bit. There's no bondage in the works, but they are holding Joy down with a hand gag.

“Casey throws the leg ropes, and now she's unknotting the gag. She hands the gag to Zoe and is officially free. She did it in 2 minutes, 59 seconds! Let's hear from Casey!”

“I had fun and did my best, and I outdid my best time from my practice runs. Thank you, Jesus, for the Cool Girls’ Club,” I know she means it, too, “I’m so happy to be here.”

Next up is Jenny, the Gangsta Princess, the adorable girl in the plain pink bandana, now takes the center stage to raucous laughter from all around her. I’m really close to this girl, closer than any other junior in the school. The day I met her, I knew she was the friend I wanted in my life, and it was only months later we discovered our mutual love of rope and gags. She's squealing before the timer starts, and I think she's blushing too. Jenny, Hannah, and Joyce, the contestants to go last, are also roommates.

“The timer starts, and look at the cute, sweet, kind, bandana-loving, congenial, spunky, energetic, adorable, blue-eyed, defiant, precious, blonde-haired, friendly rope bunny go! She is squirming so much a tornado might form right where she sits on the carpet.”

“Wheeeeee!” she is so happy to be tied up.

“Jenny has a reputation, folks, of liking to be bound and gagged so much that she has forgotten how to escape. It's just another legend of Minnesota Tech, though. She is whipping those ropes off her body, though, and she has edged ahead of Casey's time for this. Oh, heck, folks, she's on. a quest to make me look like a big jerk for what I just said.

“Her arms are free, and she is flying along trying to untie the various knots. She's just about out of things, and actually she is out! This is a fantastic run from the Gangsta Princess! She's taking the big ball out of her mouth, and she is free: 2 minutes, 21 seconds! Awww, she ran to hug her best friend and her cousin first. We’ll let her be affectionate before we interview her. She’s such a sweet thing. Now it’s time to talk to Jenny D. Kristensen about her currently leading escape.”

“I had fun, and practice made perfect!” she is bouncing.
“Did just about everyone practice for this one?” I put my ice cream cone microphone near her.
“Last night, after we were settled, Hannah, Joyce, and I were taking turns and timing each other.”
“Well, Hannah and Joyce still have to go. What’s your expectation for them?”
“The box thing caught me off guard until it was explained. I had to really restrain myself, but if they can stay inside the box I suspect one or both will top me.”
“Well,” I turn to my little sister with the camera, “You just heard from Jenny!”

Cassandra checks the knots on Hannah, and she and Zoe drag the bound and gagged Hannah into the circle. There is no protest of any kind from this girl who is saving her voice for when she is actually struggling. The little pastel purple and black prison-style gear is a clever touch. This is perhaps the biggest “unknown” for me in this round even after a semester of being around her for my frequent visits to see Jenny and Joyce.

“GO! Hannah starts off with a stomp on the ground. This girl is bound and determined. Sorry.

“Hannah Larsson is looking around quite nervously. Yes, this girl has a lot of professional time as a damsel-in-distress, and she is putting it to good use right here today. She is certainly moving the most of any girl we have seen yet, but look at how quickly she’s whipping those ropes off. I can barely keep my camerawoman focused on Hannah because she is thrashing about so much. I hope you’re as impressed as I am!”

“SHE’S OUT!” a girl shouts.

“Hannah Larsson is disqualified! She has struggled herself right out of the circle, but she is not letting that stop her. Regardless of her status, she wants the satisfaction of knowing her time. I think the circle caught some of these girls off guard, and we just aren’t noticing it until now as the first two girls stayed still during their runs. She’s got her arms out of the crotch rope.”

“UGGH!” Hannah cries out angrily at herself.

“She is still going strong though! Hannah Larsson appears to be indomitable here, and she is on pace to outdo Jenny! Off with the harness, and now she’s taking the gag out. Her ankles quickly come untied. 2 minutes, 9 seconds. Let’s get a word from sweet Hannah Bandana.”

“I don’t want to talk,” she pushes me away and then storms up the stairs, clearly disturbed.
“I’ll go see what’s up,” Michela shrugs, “Joyce has this thing won anyway.”
“We’ll see about that!” I grin while Joyce is dragged into the ring.
“MMMMMMM!” Joyce quietly groans and looks around her to get herself comfortable.

“And… GO! Joyce Verdi begins her escape quest. Look at her arms shifting in the ropes. She is quite comfortable in her position, but keep in mind folks that this isn’t the best tying job because we don’t want to be waiting 30 minutes to an hour for each competitor. Still what the hell?! She has… She’s already gotten her arms out of the ropes?!” I’m sputtering now, “Yes, she has. Is this black magic of some sort?! Joyce Verdi is throwing off the harness already and untying her legs, and we’re just approaching 45 seconds. This has been an absolute masterclass from the queen of the escape herself, and Joyce Verdi is free at 59 seconds… Wow, I’m… Wow! Way to go Joyce! That was incredible!” everyone is cheering for her, “What do you have to say?”

“A true sensei knows to which students she can reveal her secrets. It went like it did in practice.”
“Anything else?”
“Yeah, I’m worried about Hannah, but I know she’s in good hands with her girlfriend.”
“First prize, for Joyce Verdi, is 3 coils of rope, and I mean rope, too! Nice and brown!”
“Sweet! Thanks. I’m gonna go check on my friend,” Joyce takes off.
“Second prize, to Jenny, is a solitary coil of rope,” Cassie presents the award.
“Nice!” the runner-up bounces.
“And for Casey… here you go, a little twine to tie some big toes,” I announce with a guffaw.
“Wonderful,” Casey laughs at her booby prize.

More to come!

COMING UP: Fastest Kidnapper: Rope and The Three-Legged Race

Great events!! I like how they left those not participating in the escape event to untie them selves!! I hope Hannah is ok!!

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Is the shifting narrative too jarring for some folks? Or do you like getting to see the different perspectives?

The 2016 Olympic TUGs
BETWEEN GAMES
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Michela Palmeri

Got suggestions for any good clean contests? Let us know. Please? Thanks.

I love Hannah. That’s why I followed her. She’d had some bad experiences with bondage. Like really bad. I don’t want to discuss it, but she remembered those things. I walked up behind her and gave her a hug. A big hug. I’m 5 inches taller. I kiss her on the cheek. She smiles. It’s a passing moment, and she dries her tears on my sleeve. My sexy girlfriend in prison colors. I am in love.

I am an enigma. Lesbian. Crazy devotion to Roman Catholicism. Rosaries daily. Mass as often as I can. Asking saints for intercession. Praying for my dead loved ones. I do it all. My faith is strangely unwavering. But I like girls. I accept this and pray about it daily.

Bondage is just as enigmatic, but TUGs aren’t. No confusion there. Today is about fun. The sad moment passes, and the fun Hannah returns. I’m a skirt and kerchief girl, and she rides me piggy back down the stairs again. Dangerous but fun. Her chin rests against my kerchief-covered curls while her legs wrap about my tummy.

I’m narrating the next one. Lou is in it, too. Of course I’m cheering for her. I’ll try to keep my commentary neutral. I’ll fail still. Oh well. Have fun. We will for sure.

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Fastest Kidnapper: Rope
Michela Palmeri

“There’s no favorite here,” Hannah shakes her head when she sees the contestant.
“Will size, brains, or smoothness prevail?” Bridget sits down with a smile to watch the show.
“No speculating on that,” the former responds.
“Hmmm,” Kendra, in another corner, sizes up the entries, “I like Mary’s chances. Redemption.”
“I’d love to see that happen, but my heart is with Zoe,” Nichole retorts.
“You’re just biased,” my little Greco-Scandinavian friend loves stoking the flames.

My little sister is taking on the best in the Cool Girls’ Club. She’s good in her own right, but it is a lot to ask. Janie, Zoe, Kylie, and Mary-Ann are good at what they do. Mary-Ann especially is a beast. After her last effort, I am praying Mary-Ann won’t choke. Choking stinks. I remember the pain of my hockey team choking when I was 10. Can she do it? Mary-Ann is a pro. Janie is big. Kylie is fast. Zoe is efficient. Luisa is just as fast as Kylie and as efficient as Zoe.

Janie is big, but she doesn’t intimidate me even when she tries. I’ve kidnapped her a couple of times while visiting Hannah. She’s a sport. The jeans, flannel shirt, and kerchief make her look like a total bad-ss, but she’s another Roman Catholic who, like me, struggles with sexual sins. I feel a deep mutual respect between us. She’s going first, and the goal is simple. Tie up Xandra. Wrists, elbows, harness, waist, crotch, ankles, and thighs twice. Put the rubber ball gag in her mouth and knot the bandana. Blindfold her. It's a serious bondage.

“First up, Janie Patterson, the ‘Gentle Giant’ and ‘Gangsta Jock’ from Orlando, Florida!”
“Thank you!”
“Alexandra, my friend, are you ready?” Cassie puts a hand on her shoulder.
“Well, what am I ready for?” the friendly girl turns around.
“You tell her,” the sorority girl points to me.
“You’re going to be the victim!” I shake her hand like I’ve just presented her with an award.
“ME?!” she looks around in surprise, “Well, all right.”

Xandra never got a proper introduction in the last chapter. Too bad. She deserves one. She’s an angel to me despite having no religious inclinations of her own. A shame really. She believes in God but not in organized religion. Whatever. She’s a friend, one that means a lot to many of us.

She’s got an average height and a figure to die for. Drop-dead gorgeous with ash-blonde hair and blue eyes. Trim and in shape but not into fitness. Just diet and keeping in motion for her. A pair of red leggings is her choice. Her butt is really obvious. A blue long-sleeve T with a V-neck is a sweet match. Standard black running sneakers and white socks close it out. Dang.

“You're not ball gagging me. OK? There's no way!” someone just saw the instruction sheet.
“Alexandra, be a sport. They're fun!” Casey, the most cordial of us all, tried to be cute about it.
“I will not be your victim unless that gag is changed! Bandanas, scarves, wraps, tapes… but no rubber or latex or plastic!” she uses her fingers to count them off, “No! No! No!”
“How about a knotted hanky then?” Jenny always is a peacemaker.
“Fine,” the blonde hottie with the perfect figure agrees now.
“Great! Let's get on with it,” I motion, “See, easily resolved.”
“Pain in the -$$,” I hear Kendra mutter.
“Who said that?!” Xandra whips around, but all are silent.
“Ladies and hotties, taking the bat first, Janie ‘Gangsta Jock’ Patterson,” I announce again.
“‘Ladies and hotties.’ That's good,” Emilia laughs a bit, “Ready. Set. Go.”

Then I do the stupid thing. Really stupid. I stand there. Watching. Not announcing. I forget I am the announcer. Innocent but foolish. I was having fun. Just forgot we have a crowd that is recording this for memories. We're making memories. Good memories too. A tap from Hannah gets my attention. She holds her hands like a microphone, like a rinkside commentator. Oopsy. I get back into it after Xandra's elbows are tied. The handkerchief is already in her mouth. An idea comes to my mind.

“Janie stop it! Why don't you each pick a girl and we have all five go at once? Better, we have a drawing among the girls who can handle having their elbows tied?”
“I like this idea,” responds Cassie with a grin.

Ashley, Jenny, Hannah, and Kendra are added to victims. A quick drawing is held. Ironically, Janie draws Alexandra; Luisa gets Jenny; Kylie gets Kendra; Zoe gets Hannah; Mary-Ann gets Ashley. Everyone gets a person who can handle elbow ties. That's an important part of this. It's a fair shot, right?

“Sheesh! Now I have to get bent out of shape by her again,” Xandra groans.
“Oh, be quiet. Have fun,” I antagonize her.
“All right. Maybe I shouldn't have come when I'm on my…”
“Whoa there!” Nichole yells over her, “TMI!”
“Oh… I'm still crabby because of the ball gags,” Alexandra was apologetic.
“Let's get this round underway!” Lauren shouts over us all.
“Take your damsels and get ready!” Emilia forces us into shape, “Get set. Go!”

“Mary-Ann and Janie jump out to a quick advantage. Xandra's elbows are getting the cruelest tie the big girl can give. Ashley's giggling. Kendra seems to have a wry smile on her face. Luisa is bringing up the rear at the moment, Kylie or Zoe would certainly get the award for smoothness.

“I think Janie is enjoying tying up Xandra again. Dang, she and Luisa tie a tight gag. Lou, that's so you! Sis loves you!” whoops, I am cheering already, “Mary-Ann and Janie have the arms tied and are moving to the harnesses. Kylie, Zoe, and Luisa are dropping their girls to the floor for an attack on the legs.

“Now the paths have diverged. Mary is going for perhaps too much detail on the harness, but it’s a work of art. Janie's is tight and fun. On the floor, we see different approaches to the legs. Zoe and Luisa are going ankles then thighs for restraint while Kylie is going up the legs with a strong hand and a confident smile. There is no clear-cut winner awaiting us in this one.

With the waist and crotch now tied, the giants drop their victims to the floor. What fun. Janie is a big teddy bear, but Xandra is tied up quite effectively. The leg girls are almost finished, but the harness and crotch await them still. Big hurdles. All agreed to gag and blindfold the girls last. I hear lots of loud grunts. Hannah, Ashley, and Xandra grunt. Jenny and Kenny squeal.

“It's the home stretch. Legs are tied. Boobs are trussed. Waists and crotches are tied down. It's time for the gags and blindfolds. Man, Janie is tight. So is Kylie. Knotted hankie gags. Black bandana blindfolds. It's gonna be close. Timers are clicking, and I have no clue who just won this one! Kylie, Mary-Ann, Zoe, and Janie all just finished in a flash. Luisa was slowed down a tic by the crotch rope and definitely finished last. Sorry, Lou, but that was so close that you still should be happy. That was awesome!”

“Give me some duct tape,” Janie grovels, “Xandra, you’re the only girl who wasn't wearing any kind of bandana, and moving your hair just cost me that contest!”
“I wasn't trying to Mmmmmmmmm!”
“This'll teach you!” Janie snaps the tape and also outs Xandra in an elbows to ankles hogtie.
“Mmmmm!”
“You're right Janie. Kylie Svensson is our winner by just 0.07 seconds over Mary-Ann Voisin, 0.21 seconds over Janie Patterson, and 0.29 seconds over Zoe Fredericks. What. A. Race! The winner now will tell us in her own words.”
“I’m… shocked. I didn't think I’d do it. I just kept things smooth. I had fun with Kenny.”
“Awwwwww,” the bound Kendra blushes.
“Mary-Ann…,” I move to second, “Redemption!”
“Oh, yeah! Big time! That was great! I probably wasted a second being too tight for Ashley's happiness. This time it was brains over brawn.”
“And Janie…”
“You like that?!” Janie is spanking Xandra with raucous laughter, “Wear a scrunchie next time!”
“Janie!” I shout, “Want to say anything?”
“Yes, in the future, Xandra must be coerced to put her hair back. I wasted so much time trying to avoid getting her hair in the gag.”
“Alexandra!” I chide the blonde, “Did you do that?!”
“Mmmmmmm!”
“For our first prize winner,” I grab the bag, “3 coils of clothesline.”
“Sweet!” Kylie accepts the prize.
“For our runner-up, 1 coil of clothesline!”
“Thank you!”
“For third place… here.”
“Is this a joke?” Janie takes the solo strip of twine and bursts into laughter again.
“No joking!” I laugh with her, “Come on, let me show you how to get Xandra's goat.

It's been fun. Time to turn you over to someone else. I like announcing. I tried to call the race like a hockey game. I think it worked. XOXO

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The Three-Legged Race
Emilia Albuquerque

I love zippers! They are very fun for bondage. I have many zipper stories, and today is for a zipper race. When I saw this event, I decided that I should not compete. I am 5’8”. My guess is that height must be close for this to work well. I said to Zoe that she should race with Cassie.

We have various pairs, but some have thought like me. Well, Alejandra and Kylie are the same height. Jenny and Nichole are expected. I also suspected that Lauren and Janie would unite for this. Hannah and Michela will be disastrous. Joy and Joyce are a good pair. This will be fun. Six pairs makes twelve girls.

We have to first untie the girls who were the victims in the previous event, but we take a break so Janie can enjoy what she has done to Alejandra. Janie is a strange girl, very hard to like. Lauren is her crutch, but someday Janie will mature and, hopefully, become considerate like her sister. I personally laugh at the scene of Alejandra, but it is short lived. We want to finish another event before a break to pick out lunch. Alejandra is untied last.

Forgive my English. I used Google Translate to get some parts.

Zoe-Cassie
Alejandra-Kylie
Jenny-Nichole
Lauren-Janie
Hannah-Michela
Joy-Joyce

Zippers! Bridget, who I call Brigida, said as Spanish, and Mary-Ann help me to zip the pairs. It is not a normal three-leg race though. One girl is facing backwards, and their adjoining wrists are zipped as well. We do not gag them because we want to hear both the laughing and perhaps the cursing. This should be fun, and I have been having nothing but fun today.

This race should be very interesting. We are doing it outside. My engineer friends marked some points to draw a line in the snow. They are going to race from one line to the other, and we help the many competitors to stand at the line. It is all or nothing.

“Friends, are you ready?” I look at them to see how they are handling this setup.

It is interesting to see which girl is facing forward in each pair. Cassie, Kylie, Jenny, Lauren, Hannah, and Joyce are the leaders. Which is more important? Friendship? Sisterhood? Size? Teamwork? I want to know, and I’m sure you do too.

Luisa and Ashley are timing this event. This leaves Casey and Bridget as the only two not doing anything this time. This is fine because we are here to have fun. I have known Zoe since I was a freshman. Just 3 weeks after I started here, I went to her for help on a programming assignment and found her playing TUGs with her roommate. That day, our Sorority was born.

I’m shy and quiet and am happiest just quietly mewing into a ball gag. I know that's funny to say for me. I don't like attention or crowds. Going outside for this race makes me comfortable. I’m a girl who likes private moments best, especially one-on-one. Being the test dummy in that first contest was fun, though.

I know it's silly, but it hurts me when people call me “Millie” because they're too lazy to say my name properly. I like my name, thanks very much. I take such things quietly without complaint, but I don't like it. Some, like Cassie, use it as a term of endearment though, and that is OK.

It is time to race now. Lauren and Janie are complaining about the cold. I think I am rambling.

“Are we ready?” I ask the contestants.
“As ready as we can be,” Zoe responds, “Bring it on.”
“On your mark,” Ashley announces, “Get set. Go!”

And right at the start Cassie trips and faceplants herself. My suggestion is a fail. Oh well. It's their fault for taking my suggestion so seriously, right? Yes, I am laughing. Please, laugh with us. Cassie is a person who can laugh at herself.

“Right off the start, Zoe and Cassie fall down. Not a good race for them so far. Janie and Lauren have taken off running. Janie trusts Lauren and is letting her sister rule the nest. Hannah and her beloved Michela are side-by-side with Nichole and Jenny.”

Joy and Joyce faceplant too. Ouch. They get up better than Zoe and Cassie. Still, it's game over for them. Alas, it's a big fat loss for the Sorority. Alejandra and Kylie are slow and work badly as a team.

“Lauren and Janie are going to be easy winners of this one. Hannah has taken 2nd from Nichole, and we have a clear order in this one. Can Joy and Joyce pass Alejandra though? At the line, it is Lauren and Janie 1st, Hannan and Michela 2nd, and Nichole and Jenny 3rd. Yes, Joy and Joyce power past the struggling team of Alejandra and Kylie and get 4th.”

It was love that won. Not just friendship or sisterhood. It's love. And it shows as soon as the zippers are chopped off. Lauren and Janie roll around in the snow hugging. The other podium finishers do the same. It is adorable, and we are all glad to go inside.

For winning, Janie and Lauren get a matching set of friendship bracelets. Hannah and Michela get to split a pack of Sno-Balls, and Nichole and Jenny get a bag of marshmallows because “why not?” since they are tasty.

Whew! We still have 17 events left!

COMING UP: Eating Contest: Cupcakes and Escape Challenge: Tape

Great chapter!! 17 events means a lot more fun!!

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Any thoughts from anybody? Thoughts on the narration styles? Thoughts on the way I chose to conduct the events? Ideas to add some punch to a given event? I'm listening to all suggestions even if I don't use them.

The 2016 Olympic TUGs
Eating Contest: Cupcakes
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Joyce Verdi

I’m back, this time to call an event for you. Somebody thought it’d be funny to nominate me to be the announcer for this event. It’s only funny because I’m a type-1 diabetic, which means it’s a congenital condition. I couldn’t participate even if I wanted to do so. You’re sweet, Emilia. I do not think you’re sweet for buying those eclairs; you’re a naughty, dirty girl!

Casey, Cassie, Hannah, Mary-Ann, and Michela have volunteered for this contest. It is a mix of Cool Girls from various backgrounds entered in this contest. I, for one, am going to enjoy this because I have no idea who will win. Let’s listen to the gossip down on the floor, shall we? Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!

For this event, the competitors will only have their hands zipped behind their back, and Nichole is taking care of this. I walk over to the competitors to get a word, using the unofficial ice cream cone as an announcer’s microphone. I watch footie and hockey, so I’ve seen enough interviews in my time. Lauren kindly operates the camera for this one.

“Well, Casey, do you have a strategy for this contest?” I put the ice cream cone near her.
“Lick the frosting first. I hate frosting on my nose,” says the girl in the burgundy and mustard.
“But what if we don’t take it out of the paper?” Emilia taunts over her..
“Please tell me she’s joking,” Casey laughs at that and tests her bonds, “We’ll see after that.”
“How about you, Michela? What’s your strategy?” I step over to the next contestant.
“Besides having fun and laughing and winning? Ummm… probably a lot of tongue.”
“You know? I’m done with pregame interviews!” I move away from the girl in the green skirt.

Well, that was disgusting. I wasn't expecting that, were you? OK, maybe you're right that asking Michela might have been the problem. I think it's almost time to start with our colorful lineup of beautiful ladies. Just look at it: Casey has the most yellow blonde hair and a burgundy kerchief; Cassie's shorter dirty blonde hair is uncovered; Hannah's paler blonde hair has a black headband; Mary-Ann’s a brunette with a white knot hat; and the other brunette Michela has the mentioned dark green headband.

Each girl has a paper plate on which is a cupcake. It's just a standard grocery store cupcake box with three yellow and three chocolate cupcakes. Mary-Ann, Hannah, and Michela each chose a yellow cupcake, leaving Casey and Cassie with chocolate. Emilia steals the third chocolate one amid a sea of boos. Nichole calls their attentions, and it's time to race!

“On your mark. Get set! Eat!” our beloved Gangsta Queen starts the show.

“Look at that! Hannah starts things off with a massive bite of her cupcake! Michela dives right on in to her cupcake and takes a big bite of hers! Yes, Michela, that's why you can take the big 2.5 inch ball gags at the studio, right? Casey's strategy of licking the frosting is causing hers to move all over the place, but she's getting this down.

“Mary-Ann seems to be taking an approach of nibbling things down to nothing. It's a fair choice to make. She's not a voracious eater at all; seriously, have you been out to eat with this girl? It's no wonder she's skinny as a rail. Hannah and Casey are chowing down theirs, and Cassie is… I think I hear some swear words! Aw, Cassandra, are you frustrated?”

“Next sorority, I’ll take your self-confidence down a notch,” she snarls at me and resumes eating.

“Ha ha! That's my big, folks! Michela's approach of licking things is keeping her right up there with Casey and Hannah. We know who the podium will be, but will the final order me? Hannah is just having too much. There are lots of giggles rising up from the table, but she is laughing the most of all. This one's going down to the wire!

“Come on! Eat up those crumbs, Hannah Bandana!” Joy cheers one girl.
“Take ‘em down, sis!” Luisa lovingly encourages Michela.
“Make τιε proud!” comes from Emilia between nibbles of her own cupcake.
“You got this, Casey!” Jenny and Kendra have made their choice clear.
“The hell's wrong with you?” Kylie jeers Cassie, who is just enjoying herself.

“Hannah and Casey are licking up those last crumbs, and we have a winner! Hannah Larsson is the winner, and Casey edges out Michela for second! According to our stop watches, less than 2 seconds separates first from third. Mary-Ann is going to secure fourth without any trouble at all. That one might have been the most fun I’ve had yet. What about you?”

“I had a great time,” says the winner, “Maybe because I won!”
“Congrats. You get a prize of… 6 fashion scarves? Oh, I get it. Scarf your food!”
“Sweet! More TUG toys,” Hannah accepts it with a grin.
“What do I get?” Casey eagerly asks.
“You get a solitary fashion scarf. Sorry,” I present her with the prize.
“Lame!” I hear Lauren behind me.
“And you, Michela, get a solid, patternless black bandana.”
“Sexxxyyyy!” she sees the potential in everyone and everything.

I think I have the best friends. What do you say? There's another order of business to be settled. Let's take care of that first.

“Let's get lunch settled,” Cassie declares, “Pizza’s good, right?”
“I think everyone here is fine with this,” I state while perusing the crowd.
“Just no peppers on mine. They give me heartburn,” Kylie says.
“All right. If there are no complaints, I’ll go get this taken care of. Joyce, help me.”
“We're not in the next event anyway, right?” I ask her to be certain.
“Nope. We're good to go. Anyone else want to come? No? Let's go.”

I now turn you over to Miss Kendra Kristensen.

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Escape Challenge: Tape
Kendra Kristensen

I’ll call it like when I watch a football game. “C’mon, Vikes! You suck!”

All right, kids, let's get our butts in gear and get set up for an easy round. The damsel is taped on her knees on the floor and has to stand up and get to the scissors that are hanging from the string and cut herself free. It's easy, see? The hard part is getting off the ground. Each girl will have her ankles, thighs, and wrists taped, the wrists in an X shape. Gagged? Of course!

What a motley assortment. Lordy. Emilia, Casey, Joy, Bridget, and Alexandra. We have one of our true sorority girls, not much of a Cool Girl though a fine bondage model. We have the goody two shoes who’s the epitome of a Cool Girl. We have the hybrid Cool Girl and sorority girl. We have an athlete who moonlights as a Cool Girl. And we have the bondage model kinkster who is also moonlighting as a Cool Girl but, like the goody two shoes, embodies that title that I adore so much. Yes, I adore that title just like I adore my cousin Jenny. Don’t get on me like that!

“Well, Emilia,” I walk up to her, “How do you feel about this contest?”

“Pretty good. I haven’t practiced, but I have experience,” she smiles.

“Coming over to our expert on tape escapes, Hannah, what are your thoughts on this one?”

“Well,” my beloved friend is thoughtful, “I’m favoring Bridget with Xandra or Casey in 2nd.”

“Care to share your insights?” I’m grilling this one until she’s well done.

“Nope. Then I get a heaping pile of crow if I’m wrong.”

“Oh, spill it,” I jab her in the arm, “I’ll give you a heaping pile of praise if you’re right.”

“You?! HA!” Jenny knows me too well, “I like Bridget’s chances too, but I favor Emilia or Joy for the runner-up spot.”

“C’mon, cousin. Give me details. Our viewers are waiting for your expert opinion!”

“Bridget has the strength to stand up no problem. She’s been more than the others put together. Joy has the same strength, and Emilia is spry.”

“OK, here’s my opinion,” Hannah agrees to talk finally, “Casey ties herself up in self-bondage. I suspect she’s used furniture to tape herself up since she likes it so much. I like Xandra’s chances because I’ve seen her sidle up the walls while modeling.”

“All right. Let’s make a deal since you’re afraid of eating crow,” I look at both, “Whichever one of you guessed the runner-up right will get to keep the other prisoner throughout lunch. Deal?”

“Oh, yeah!” Jenny bounces at that.

“Now, get the hell away from me, you two,” I go over to Casey, “Casey, how do you feel?”

“Pumped! Let’s do this! I even volunteered to go first.”

“Good luck, Gangsta Friend. All right, ladies and germs, it’s time to get ready because I hear the sound of duct tape coming off the roll!”

That didn't go as I expected. I thought I was just going around the room having fun, and I ended up pitting my cousin against one of my friends. Life sucks sometimes, though! Complaining is for sissies, though. I ain't going there. I got a good banter on camera, which matters to some of us. I just want to be entertained. Enough chitter-chatter. Let's see these girls in action.

This one isn't even going to be fair. Give Bridget a pair of scissors, and she can escape anything in no time at all. She's faster than a freaking rocketship when it comes to tape. If I had been on the committee monitoring the entries, I would have blocked her on the basis of fairness. Watch. I know I’m going to be right. This is a contest for second. My camera girl Ashley agrees.

“Ith ih ood?” Emilia asks Luisa before she gets the green light and gets a thumbs up from all.

Emilia is a clever girl. For events like this, she wears a pair of shorts. During the other events, she wears a pair of leggings. She retreats to the bathroom as necessary to change, but kudos are due to the Spaniard for being the only one thinking like this. Then again, it's her house! Those blue rubber ball gags keep coming back, and Emilia’s is back in her mouth.

“On your mark. Get set. Escape!” declares Lauren. It's underway!

“And Emilia starts her run with a flop onto her side. She is looking around the basement. She is looking for anything that will help her off the floor. Oh, come on, Milllliiieeee,” I have to get her goat, “Haha. She's already drooling. Maybe she was too darned confident for her own good. I’d say she's… Yes, she has found the sofa and is using it to support herself.”

“Emilia rolls over and finally pops upright. There she is, smiling as bright as the sun. She hops up and is going for the scissors. Clomp, clomp, clomp. Emilia, you're as entertaining as you are for a modeling engagement. Keep at it. She's our tallest competitor, believe it or not, and those dangling scissors are easy pickings for her. Well, sh-t, she just lost her balance and hit the floor on her knees again. Lauren’s calling this one off and dragging her away.”

“No no noooooo!” Emilia wails, but Lauren is taping her elbows together as well!

“Go in there,” Lauren stuffs her in a closet and shuts it, “You're disqualified.”

“Don't worry, Jenn. You still have one bullet in the barrel,” I taunt my cousin, “Well, after that, I don't know about you, but I got a good laugh,” I say, and Millie wails from the closet, “Down in this basement, only the ceiling is the limit for things, including Lauren Patterson’s patience with a poorly executed escape attempt! Anyway, next up is Joy Fredericks.”

“Mmmmm!” Joy says.

Sh-t. Let me be honest with you. I don't like Joy at all. I won't go to Jenny's house for a game night if I know Joy’s going to be there. I think she's the epitome of a sorority sl-t. No, apologies, I don't beat around the bush. Emilia is a better Cool Girl even if Joy is always wearing the Club symbol. Her lack of self-worth makes her a total downer. I will give her this much: she's a beast in the kitchen and can't be topped except maybe by Luisa. Inside, there's a good person waiting to make an appearance, and she has good friends who will bring it out. I won’t be one though.

There are plenty of people who rub me the wrong way. Cassie and Janie, to be specific, but they are still respectable people in my eyes. Joy is hard for me to even respect. That's why I’m being direct with you. My calling on this one is going to suck. I have nothing good to say, and I am of the type that says nothing when nothing good can be said. I'm not sorry if you're offended. I am not here to be friends with everyone, but I do believe everyone can be good if they try. Hannah is a perfect example of that.

“And Joy Fredericks is off! Look at her rocking and rolling, trying to get up on her feet. Ooohh! She rolled too far, and now she has to try again. Too bad, so sad,” I’m a natural at being horrible to people in a teasing manner, and no one is any wiser except you and Jenny, “Plop and drop will work for her soon, I figure. There she goes! Yep! Now, she has to do the hop, and she's getting closer and closer to the scissors. She has to cut that duct tape off though.”

“Well, sh-t,” I groan, “She just dropped the scissors. Come on, girl! You got this! She's caving just like Mary did in that first contest. That's it. Make a little snip, girlie, because Mary faints when she sees blood. Oh, she's doing it. There ya go, honey. Ha! She made quick work of things. She's unknotting the gag now, and… 77 seconds. Pretty good.”

“That was disgraceful,” Joy says right at the microphone and shrugs, “But, I had fun still.”

“Well, folks, let's welcome Alexandra Watkins to the competition. She is taped up and ready for action. She hates ball gags, so Luisa gagged her with a knotted handkerchief instead. Luisa is a sweetheart and deserves an applause, but first Alex! Let's go girl! You're on the clock… now!”

“Xandra is squirming up the wall! What a strategy. Sweet. Let's see what she does. A few little hops, and she already has the scissors. Snip snip!” Alex grunts a lot throughout her test. “This is going to be a quick run. Dang! Look at this girl fly so smoothly. She unknots the hankie and is done! 32 seconds! Man! Alex, give us a little thought on that.”

“I had a plan, and I stuck to it. Thankfully, it worked!” she smiles and waves for the camera.

“Boom!” Hannah gives Jenny a playful jab on the arm.

“Next up we have Casey Clark, the most thoughtful girl you ever met. Take it away, Casey!”

“Mmmph!” she gives us a grunt for entertainment.

“She flops on the couch and rolls up to stand. Hop hop hop!” I like onomatopoeia. “Casey is a pro at this, it seems. Rumor has it she plays these kinds of games in her room back home. But, in her own room, she's probably gagged with a pair of dirty socks,” I tease her because I know it is true. “Chop cut snip! Free those wrists. Some more cuts, unknot the gag, and… Damn! A 33 second run. So close, Casey. So close!”

“I did my best and had a good time! At least I’ll get a prize.”

“And now for the finale. Bridget’s primed and ready to go. What the hell?! She just snapped the tape on her wrists and is using the scissors to only cut her legs free! And she is… Bridget, you're an a$$, ya know that? 17 seconds.”

“I’m… a… what?” I can see she takes my language too personally.

“No fair! You didn't snip the tape!” Lauren easily overpowers the strong rower.

“Mmmmm!”

“I win!” Hannah turns to Jenny, “How about I just zip you, OK?”

“So, ladies and ladies,” I address the crowd, “For her victory, Bridget wins a multi-color pack of 6 rolls of tape! Alexandra wins a 3 pack of regular gray duct tape. And Casey gets a single roll of black tape. Thank God! I'm done!”

I’m done. Here. Enjoy listening to… Alexandra. Smell you later.

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The 2016 Olympic TUGs
LUNCH
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Alexandra Watkins

I love pizza. What kind do you prefer? Aw, you're shy. Don't worry. I won't bite. Want a piece? Here. Not hungry? Sorry.

You know the proverbial fly on the wall. That's me. Meeting Hannah and her prison friends was an eye-opening experience, but the best part was the privilege of watching them grow. The Cool Girls’ Club came next for me, and through the Club I got to watch my friends heal. That's pretty awesome. Now, I consider Michela my best friend.

I get to watch Hannah feed pizza to a zipped Jenny and Lauren to a taped Emilia. Meeting new people is always fun, but meeting girls like Bridget, Janie, Lauren, Joy, Joyce, and Cassandra is a privilege I don't take for granted. I’m normally quiet and smiling, but I have wasted no time at all in getting to make new friends. Michela and I go to a different college, so it's harder for us.

I soak it all in while eating a piece each of veggie lovers and pepperoni pizzas. I’m OK that right now no one is talking to me. I get to relax and enjoy my food, and, well, I get to tell you a little bit about why I love this circle of friendship. Right?

Jenny is a kindred spirit. Look at Nichole wearing that friendship locket around her neck, a gift from her best friend. That's the kind of love Jenny has for Nichole. She's saccharine sweet, but I have been accused of it too. I like getting accused of that because it usually means that I’ve done something right. Just don't compliment us; we will blush. I promise.

We talk. We laugh. We eat. We’ve played TUGs, and we’ll play more TUGs. We’ve done a lot more than have fun. We've bonded! We’ve gotten to learn idiosyncrasies and personalities. We have made the most of our time, and now we get to see my friendships on display. We're going to watch my friends wrestle. I’ve seen many wrestling matches thanks to Mary and Ashley. No one has fought like Mary and Ashley to reclaim life after spending time in prison. Seriously, it’s because of girls like them that Michela and I want to be lawyers.

Yummy, gooey pizza! Pardon me while I stuff my face. I’ll be seeing you on the other side of the horizontal line. Yes, that one, just below this text.

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Bondage Wrestling
Alexandra Watkins

See? I'm one to keep a promise. We've got a fine lineup of girls that we're bseeding. If you don't know what I mean, don't worry. I’ll explain it right now. You see, this day has been in the works for a while. We made Google sheets and such on which girls could sign themselves up for any given event. Nice and easy. We had a committee that had to go through and select which girls they would allow to compete in each event. The committee was Cassie, Lauren, Casey, and me. For this round, it's different from what you've seen so far.

Wrestling is a one-on-one sport. We had to make a bracket for this since we had 11 entries, but I convinced them to narrow it to 10 by throwing out Jenny. I was certain Nichole hacked Jenny's phone and signed her up for this. We knew we wanted to keep both sports girls and prison girls. They're so strong! They can break some of us in half if they tried. Emilia probably signed up as soon as she heard a rumor that there'd be zips in use and that the losers would get completely bound and gagged. Let her have fun, though she had enough fun in that last debacle.

We decided to have two rounds to earn a spot in the game. Easy, right? Start with 10, but get rid of 2 so we have 8. That's an easier bracket. Let's just look at the seeds, which we made after we had a long conference call. We made two mini-brackets going 1-4 by random draw.

Janie
Michela
Lauren & Ashley
Hannah

Mary-Ann
Bridget
Joyce & Kendra
Emilia

Joyce and Kendra square off to earn the 7 seed. Lauren & Ashley square off to earn the 3 seed. I told you it’d be easy. After the round of 8, the lowest ranked girl left will face the highest ranked girl left. Losers get to stay tied up and gagged until we have a champion. Let's go down and see the match for the 3 seed first.

I’d be intimidated by all these girls wearing bandanas if I didn't know it was just a Club symbol of our vows to love each other. Janie, Lauren, Ashley, Hannah, Michela, and Kendra are just the girls in this contest who are wearing them. I’ll wear one if it's appropriate, like as you will see in the Gang War, but I don't like headgear except for my sports hats, for the Phoenix Suns and Arizona Diamondbacks. That's a little off topic, but it helps you to know me better. Cowboy hats are a lot of fun, but that’s only for work. Work? Not relevant now. You’ll gradually get to know me as we go on, at least what’s relevant.

“And we have here a match between Lauren Patterson and Ashley Calland,” I announce and stand in the middle of the room, “We have two girls, one who is a teddy bear and one who seems like a teddy bear to me although I just met her this morning. Lauren stands 5’11”, and Ashley is 5’7”. Really, who will win? We don’t know, that’s why we’re here, and may the best girl win.

“I will explain the rules again for those not familiar. Each girl has a zip tie that they have to use to bind the other girl’s wrists behind her back. They’re not allowed to throw the other’s zip out of the arena, the same one from the earlier escape challenge. Once the wrists are zipped, the round is over, and the winner is allowed to tie up and gag the loser in any manner that wouldn’t make Jenny blush. Nichole and Cassandra will act as referees. If a person goes out of the ring, then too bad. The ring is really just to keep things contained, so just stay inside it, please.”

“You know the rules and read them. It’s easy,” Nichole smiles at the two of them, “We just want a good clean fight between two Cool Girl Gangstas. OK? Go!”

“Lauren gets a great jump on Ashley with a perfect slew foot maneuver. But Ashley comes back with a surprise of her own, pushing Lauren’s legs out from under her. Ooooooh. That had to hurt, Lauren. The softball player isn’t fazed by this at all, and now they’re grappling. Lauren is well-known for her strength in this Club, but look at Ashley come right back at her. Holy cow, she just made mincemeat out of Lauren with a sudden spin maneuver, and Lauren is zipped right on out of this contest! That was some serious judo or some sort of technique. Ashley,” I run into the ring where she is dusting herself off, “where did you learn that?”

“Well, it’s a combination of tricks. I nudged her in the lower ribs, which tickled her a little, and I applied a self-defense technique I learned in juvie,” the French girl explains, “Those little things would not work on a girl who has taken even a quarter as many self-defense classes as me.”

“OK, OK. I’m impressed,” Lauren stands with a laugh, “You just pwned me in every sense, and I couldn’t be more shocked. I know Hannah can be a beast, but I thought she had to be the exception to the prison girl physique, not the rule!”

“Let us go, beautiful,” Ashley takes Lauren by the arm, “Many more of the zips await you. I know you cannot fight me, so just make it easy and come with me.”

“Bye, sis!” Janie waves farewell to her sister, “I assume we’re going to do the Joyce-Kendra round next. I think a lot of us have been looking forward to this one. I know Jenny and Cassie are curious to see what things I taught Joyce over Christmas break. Remember, she’s a scout, so she’s doubly dangerous as anyone else of her size and strength!”

This is fun. I’m enjoying calling the event for you. Joyce versus Kendra will be interesting to watch. There's a lot of ground to cover, and I will just ignore the yells emanating from Lauren while Ashley binds and gags her. There’s just too much fun happening here! Joyce and Kendra are waiting on us anyway. Let's get to work. I also want to thank my lovely camera operator, the gorgeous Miss Joy Fredericks, for her assistance.

“Joyce Verdi is 5’4” and a scout. What can she do against the stumpy 5’ ex-prisoner, Kendra Kristensen? Power is against skill here. I might be taller, but Joyce has slipped me one on three occasions during work bondage. They're circling. Look at them sizing up each other. Kenny’s making a lunge, but Joyce dodges it. They're still circling, and Joyce attempts to grab Kenny’s arm! Down she goes! Kendra's on top, but Joyce bucks her and scrambles to her feet. I see this is going to be a slow one…

“… and this match is at 5 minutes. Kendra makes another leap at Joyce, this time kicking out her legs to trip Joyce. They're both down! Kendra climbs on top of Joyce again, but Joyce rolls them over so she's on top. Kenny knocks her off once again. Is that a smile on Joyce's face? We don't have a clear cut winner yet.

“Once again, Joyce tries to grab Kenny does! The southpaw pulled it off with a right-handed snatch! She spins Kendra around and pushes her knees in. The zip is on!” I run into the ring and lift Joyce's arm, “The winner! Joyce, that was one thrilling match!”

“I knew I could do it. I just had to execute,” she's never proud of an accomplishment, “What matters is that I won fair and square and had a good time. You ready, Kenny?” The loser doesn't say anything. She is being a sore loser!

We now have our 3 seeds set. We can now move on to the 2-3 matchup between Michela and Ashley. We’ve got two skirt-wearing dames here. We have the quiet, unassuming Italian against the sweet and plaintive French girl. Michela looks so good in the dark colors, but Ashley equals her looks with the red. Very fashionable, very cute, very tasteful. Yes, I’ll pay attention to these things and critique them. I am a girl, after all. Michela hands her glasses to her little sister and faces her friend without any fear because she’s a winner either way in her book!

“You’re such a cute little thing,” Michela squeezes Ashley’s cheek as a pre-match taunt, “I’ll enjoy tying you up after the match. Just because you made that big softball player look like a big amateur doesn’t mean I’ll go down so easily,” Michela smiles and blushes, “Hockey players are big bruisers though.”

“Are we ready? Go for it!” I steal Nichole’s thunder, “Look at our skirt girls start the match by just sizing up each other,” I know Michela too well, “Quit being dirty and get wrestling. Let’s get a move on! Two awkward girls who spent their entire high school years in a prison. I can’t imagine it, but they’re no less beautiful than a kid who spent their high school years in the prison known as Mudville High School!” I take a potshot at the girls around me because I was a spoiled little princess who got to go to the classical Catholic high school that Michela deserved to attend. That’s not for now though, “Quit being pretty and get aggressive!”

“Finally, they’re grappling. They’re getting a feel for things and back off a little bit. They’re being quite careful as if they see each other as the hump between themselves and easy victory in the overall bracket. Michela is going for the brute force method! She’s trying to get Ashley via a frontal attack. I think the rules say that it’s got to be behind the back. Well, it doesn’t matter as Michela goes from sitting on Ashley’s tummy to… zipped. How on earth does Ashley do it?!”

“Her leg got caught in her skirt. She was helpless at that point,” Ashley stands up, “Well, it’s time for you and me to have some fun with Lauren.”

“I just got my butt handed to me. That’s what I get for dressing for the weather instead of for the competitions! Well, I’ll see you in a while because I’m not in the next round for sure!” there are never hard feelings with Michela.

“Well, let's move on to the 1-4 matchup in this bracket, Janie Patterson vs. Hannah Larsson. It looks unfair on paper with Janir standing at 6’1” and Hannah at 5’4”, but believe me this is fair and competitive. Let's get this one underway!”

Janie and Hannah size each other up much like Michela and Ashley did before them. Janie is hampered by self-doubt. It's obvious in her eyes. She's going to get herself into trouble if she is going to think like this. She knows she can, but she doesn't believe she can execute. That's why she is good at softball, because she believes she can.

The big girl with a braid and tan I envy reaches out and grabs Hannah. Even she expected to have an easier time than this. Little HannahA squirms away. She's ready for a challenge to take on this behemoth. The blonde knocks Janie’s knees in, forcing her legs to buckle. Down with an impressive bang.

“Why you little!” Janie laughs at this and grapples with Hannah, “Holy sh-t! You're strong!”

“Hannah’s doing it the brute force way! Look at her go! She overpowered Janie and zipped her wrists together just the same way a strong girl like Mary-Ann easily spins Jenny and zips her up. The 4 seed has upset the 1 seed. Let's get a word with our winner,” I step up to the prisoner in uniform, “Hannah, that's amazing! How did you do that one?”

“Maybe I had a trick up my sleeve. We’ll see what happens against Ash. Excuse us. There's a zipping to be done,” Hannah helps a smiling Janie to stand up, “I’ll be back without this one.”

There's another 1-4 matchup to be had between Mary-Ann and Emilia. Despite Emilia being taller, she's got no shot at this. Just look at what Hannah did to Janie. Emilia's doomed, and let's get it over with. We're going over for it.

“Mary-Ann Voisin, standing 5’7”, versus Emilia Albuquerque, standing 5’8”. Knowing you was a pleasure, Emilia. Let's do this! Just as quickly as we begin, Mary-Ann grabs Emilia in a kidnapping style. She's having no trouble at all, and she even takes Emilia’s own zip to bind her elbows as well. All right, let's see if it'll be Bridget or Joyce who gets mutilated by Mary-Ann.”

“Bridget Sjaastad stands at 5’4”, just half an inch taller than Joyce Verdi. Joyce pulled off a major upset in her match against Kendra, but can she repeat the magic against Bridget? This one is an interesting matchup because these two are good friends. Really good friends. Believe me, in bondage wrestling, friendship can undo a multitude of factors, including size and strength. If you don’t believe me, look at what Hannah just did to upend Janie!”

“All right,” Nichole resumes her rightful role as the referee, “You know the rules. I also want to remind you that no matter who wins we still love both of you in spite of our personal interests in this contest.” The judge stands proudly and with a smile on her face, “Have fun. Oh, Joyce, I’m taking your glasses.”

“Thanks, Nichole,” I take over now, “Joyce has such an adorable smile on her face, doesn’t she? Just look at her eyes glowing. Bridget is grinning like a kid in a candy store. Yes, girls, it’s a pleasure to be here today.” I see the smile is contagious and spreading around the room. “Who will take this one though?”

“Joyce goes for the kick out maneuver! Bridget’s down! They’re rolling around on the floor. It doesn’t look good for the girl scout. She’s holding her own though in spite of the rower’s size and strength. How do girls like Joy and Joyce do it when, no offense, ladies, they’re a bit pudgy and out of shape?” I get jeered for my honest question. I get the offense, but I’m serious! Those old grandma’s are terribly out of shape and can barely walk to the mailbox without running out of breath, but they’ll spend 6 hours in the kitchen making cookies, “I take it back.”

“Joyce is now the one on top of Bridget. She’s trying to conquer by tickling,” I remark at the contest, “But it’s not working. Bridget rolls back on top of Joyce, but the Italian is protecting her arms. Clever strategy from a clever girl. Ooh, the bronco bucked, and she’s at it again! Can the underdog pull it off? Mary-Ann is the only favorite who has won so far.”

“Give me those arms,” Bridget laughs when she says this, “C’mon, Joyce. Let me winnnn!”

“Get your own win!” Joyce crawls out from underneath and smirks, “I want to win so that I get to be killed by Mary-Ann instead of you!” then the diabetic takes a swipe with her leg, and Bridget is down for good.

“Joyce got Bridget by surprise that time! She’s got the zip on! We have the fifth upset so far with Joyce Verdi winning this one!” I am getting excited by this. Perhaps I should mention that I used to go to my cousin’s wrestling matches when I was a middle schooler back in Arizona? “I need to get a word with Joyce. Joyce, baby, I can’t believe it. I thought you were dead meat.”

“Whoever ranked these girls wasn’t the brightest bulb,” Cassie shakes her head and laughs.

“Yeah, us!” I am starting to hurt from laughing so much, “Back to the first bracket, it’s time for the 3-4 matchup, Ashley vs. Hannah. Let’s get back to the arena and Referee Blakely.”

“You hotties ready? You know the rules,” Nichole is quite serious, “Do your best. Have fun. Don’t kill each other. No gouging each other’s eyes out. Am I clear? Thanks. Go for it.”

Never have I been so disappointed as watching Ashley nearly kill Hannah right at the start of the match. She puts Hannah into a kidnapping grip for a good 30 seconds, but Hannah slips out of it. We do have a match after all.

“Hannah lunges for Ashley’s leg, but Ashley evades it with a giggle. Ashley’s on top of her friend. Hannah’s… zipped. Well, that was uninspiring. I’m starting to think that perhaps we’ve improperly seeded this contest,” I shrug, “Well, Hannah, go enjoy being bound and gagged.”

“Oh, I will!” the blonde smiles as she’s taken to the growing pile of zipped girls.

“Well, just like that, it’s time to watch Mary-Ann Voisin take on Joyce Verdi. Joyce is still gagging Bridget after the last round. Here she is. This isn’t going to end well.”

“Joyce, it was nice knowing you,” Nichole’s comedically solemn, “Mary, try not to kill her in too violent of a manner. She’s a sweet thing. I’ll miss her, and I will avenge her death. Just get it over with.”

Mary-Ann decided to mess with us by standing there in prison pose with her hands clasped behind her back while looking innocent and cute. Joyce responds in kind and smiles broadly. I can’t get enough of Joyce’s beautiful spirit. Then Mary-Ann casually grabs Joyce by the arm, pulls in towards herself, and zips her wrists together behind her back. Mary-Ann is facing the brutish Ashley in the finals, and it is clear now that perhaps one side of the bracket was weaker than the other.

“That was fun!” Mary-Ann holds Joyce in a tight hand gag.

“MMM MMMM MMMMMMM!” Joyce isn’t saying much that I can make out clearly.

“Well, well, Marie,” the French strikes a confident pose, “This shall be fun.”

“I think it will be fun,” our energetic friend laughed while holding Joyce, “Let's go.”

“Mmmm mmmm mmmm, hmm mmmm?”

I have no idea what Joyce said. All I know is that Cassie, Lauren, Casey, and I have egg on our faces. I look around the room and see a small crowd is left. Joyce, Hannah, Bridget, Joyce, Emilia, Michela, Lauren, and Kendra are all bound and gagged. I’m announcing with Joy as the camera operator. Mary-Ann and Ashley are squaring off next. Nichole and Cassandra, although the latter has done nothing, are the referees. This leaves Casey, Jenny, Zoe, Luisa, and Kylie for an audience.

“Our grand finale awaits! We’ve got on one side the 1 seed from the B bracket, Mary-Ann, and on the other side from the A bracket, it's #3 Ashley.”

“You know the rules,” Nichole smiles, “Have a blast.”

“Mary-Ann wastes no time in lunging at Ashley but misses. They’re circling like they're in a ballet instead of a wrestling match. Playing cute isn't the goal, girls. Ashley dives at Mary-Ann, and they're going down together! This is going to be the match of the day! Look at them go!”

And go.

And keep going.

And keep keeping going.

And keep on going.

And keep on keeping going.

And keep keeping on keeping going.

“It's been 17 minutes so far in this one, and Ashley and Mary-Ann are soaked in sweat and in a deadlock. Ashley has Mary-Ann on her stomach, and victory! Ashley Calland is your wrestler of the year,” can you feel the excitement? “She's won the Olympic Bondage Wrestle! Ashley,” I go over to her, “Ashley, how did you do it?”

“It's not really fair. She had an asthma attack, but it's with the territory. I’m sorry it ended in this way, but it happens to us at home as well.”

“Congratulations, Ashley. And you, Mary-Ann, are you OK?” I ask with concern.

“I’ll be fine.”

Well, with those girls tied up, we’ll move on to the disgusting competition between Joy and Cassie. Yes. I mean the eclair contest. I now turn you over to Ashley Calland herself!

COMING UP: Eating Race: Eclairs and Gag Talk Diction: Ball Gag

Wow what a bout!

Another Story I to do some serious catching up!

Bondage wrestling is glorious!!

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The 2016 Olympic TUGs
BETWEEN GAMES
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Ashley Calland

I am sweaty after that. That was quite the fight. I’m satisfied by the carnage left in my wake. I didn’t think I would so easily defeat Janie let alone Marie, but I took both down like it was easy. I am quite satisfied with that, and now there is a mountain of ziptied and gagged girls here in the basement. It is the satisfaction of a job well done. Hankies were a nice prize I could use.

Without getting dirty, I will tell you that I love the sight of a girl bound and gagged. I like girls, and I am giving each of the damsels a kiss, whether on the forehead for the straight/questionable or on the lips for the ones I know either are into girls or will allow me to do as much. I get much satisfaction from this job that is also well done.

Jenny and Luisa volunteer to stay in the basement until the next race is done. They find Emilia’s actions to be treacherous, but to me it is kinky dirty fun. They are the innocent and lovable girls in our group. Both are good friends of mine; Luisa I consider my best friend. She doesn’t judge me for my struggles that are contrary to my faith or for the difficult choice I made to quit school after my first semester.

I chuckle when I go into the fridge and get the box of eclairs. Too bad for Emilia; there are lush and delicious eclairs in the box, two of them from the local bakery. One of them has a note that says “Es mio” on it; the other note says “Para el juego.” The one that is “Para el juego” gets cut in thirds, one each for Joy and Cassandra, the only competitors in this race; the other piece goes to me. The “Es mio” eclair gets cut into thirds for Zoe, Casey, and Nichole. I won’t mention I have done something so devious.

It is snowing outside. I do not know why, but I love the snow. I love all weather, actually, but I love the snow just like our friend Kendra. It is a favorite of ours, and I truly loved being forced to have the snowballs thrown at me. It is a steady snow, and I am looking forward to our next outdoor events.

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Eating Race: Eclairs
Ashley Calland

Joy and Cassandra are two of the most fun kinksters you’ll meet. One is at her best as a captor; the other is at her best as a captive; both are excellent in the other role, the most balanced girls I know in such matters. I do not know why bondage became something so special to me, but what I know is that I had unforgettable adventures with both Joy and Cassandra during winter break. I live in the same town as Joy, and Cassandra lives on the northside of Minneapolis.

“Let’s use handcuffs,” I say to Nichole, “I’m feeling like a dirty prison girl.”
“From one brunette to another, I say that’s a great idea!” Nichole eagerly goes to get her cuffs.
“Eclair, girls?” I take a bite out of my own piece, “This is junk compared to Orleans or Lyon!”
“Lyon?” Zoe asks me, “What’s the connection to Lyon when you’re from Orleans?”
“My father’s family,” I say while choking on the dried out tube, “is from there originally.”
“Was it nice to go home there for Christmas?” Casey asked knowing it was my first time back home since before I was in prison.
“It was perfect. I just wish my parents were still here,” I sigh, and they understand, “Ready?”
“I’m ready!” Cassandra smiles nicely.

This means we are ready to race. It shall be a short race, and I do not like writing a long-winded diatribe about these things. Instead, I will describe for you what happened and let you imagine it as a so-called race in your mind. There are more entertaining things about which to write, but we are not in the proper place for those discussions.

It is funny watching people try to eat finger food when they cannot use their fingers. Cassandra enjoys it much more than even those of us watching. She really likes eclairs of inferior quality. Joy enjoys the food and almost seems to forget that she is in a contest despite maintaining a steady pace.

It is goofy watching the cream squeeze out of the sawdust tube. I chuckle to myself when I think about the poor eclair formerly known as “Es mio.” It met a wonderful ending, and I should give myself a pat on the back for sparing Emilia such a low quality dessert, right? Is it my accent that makes it hard for you to tell when I am telling a joke?

“Well, well, Cassie, you like eclairs, too, I see,” I laugh a little bit as she finishes the dessert.
“Oh, Millie and I love them so much,” she smiles and licks up some of the crumbs.
“That explains your comfortable triumph. Let us give a round of applause for Cassie Novak.”
“Yay! WOOOO!” comes from the small crowd that witnessed it.
“That’s the most delicious defeat ever,” Joy smacks her lips in a naughty way.
“That concludes this broadcast. Thanks for tuning in to this contest.”

And let us reunite with our friends downstairs, who were watching the stream so they would be able to decide when to cut the many zipties that were wasted in those earlier festivities. Thanks for joining me.

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Gag Talk Diction: Ball
Hannah Larsson

It’s good to be back to bring you the action from the next round, the Gag Talk contest. Given the lineups, I have borrowed one of Bridget’s meteorology books, which is full of nonsense and big words, and am going to have people read out of the book. The winner is the team whose guesser correctly understands the most of what was said. It’s very simple.

We have three teams: Jenny-Kendra, Michela-Luisa, and Janie-Joyce. In each pair, the first girl is the gagged speaker, and the second is the guesser. It took a lot to convince Jenny to give this a shot, and I am surprised that Michela is my only modeling friend who is guessing considering we have considerable experience with talking into a ball gag.

“All right,” I announce while Jenny is gagged with a 2 inch red ball gag, “Are we ready?”
“Mmmmmm,” Jenny expresses her dislike of the ball gag.
“Too bad. You signed up for this,” I remind her without remorse, “Get revenge by winning!”
“Let’s do this, Jenny. We’re guaranteed a prize, so let’s do the best we can!”
“All igh,” the little blonde-haired blue-eyed Gangsta Princess shrugs and takes the book.
“I pestered her until she agreed to do this with me,” Kendra is so proud of her militant behavior.

“So, everyone, we have our next round, the game of Gag Talk Diction featuring ball gags in this round. We have three teams of competitors all seeking the grand prize: a set of ball gags that they will have to divvy up as they please. The third place girls will get a single use sponge. Let me be honest with you: sponges aren’t great for practical play.”

“Our first team to go will be the team of Jenny and Kendra, with Jenny being gagged and Kendra having to figure out what Jenny says from this random book Bridget gave me. Are we ready to do this? Kenny? Jenny?”

“I’m ready,” Kendra smiled just as the power went out, “F-ck!”
“Can you still read?” Bridget asked Jenny.
“Mmmhmmm,” the little blonde nodded her head confidently, “Mmmm mmmmm!”
“I have no idea what you just said,” Kendra's eyes grew wide, “Let's try again.”
“Hohihal thore are harhierithe hy ain andth ah hiral outher hom uh thenher.”
“Jenny Danielle Kristensen, speak English!” Kendra makes the funniest face you’ve ever seen, “I am going to try. ‘Logical storms are harried in lies by pain bands that spiral outer…’ Frig it!”
“Well, this is a dumpster fire.”
“Tropical storms,” Luisa looked at the book, “I’ve only seen those on TV!”
“OK, OK, OK… Let's simplify things,” I suggest.

My idea isn't great, but it's better. Have the girls say “Ungag me,” “Untie me,” and “Help me” and let us all as a group agree on how well the phrases were said. We each give them a score on a scale from 0-10, where 0 is an epic fail and 10 is awesome sauce. It's the best we can do.

There are no surprises here. The 6’1” behemoth Janie has no problem clearly enunciating the words “Untie me” and “Ungag me,” but the last is “Hell me.” I’ll hell you with pleasure if you so desire, but that's eternity, honey. Lots of people will be really upset with me if I do that. It's a little worse with Michela, who's 5’9”: “Unhie me,” “Unhah me,” and “Hell me.”. With 5’1” Jenny, it is the nonsensical “Uhie -e,” “Unhah -e,” and “Hell-e.”

Then came the next shocker: Janie didn't want her prize and let Joyce have the entire ball gag set for herself. Janie wasn't a fan of ball gags, so she didn't want to possess any even though she had no opposition to them being used on her. Joyce was quite happy to have them.

Michela and Luisa won a package of the 2-inch Chuck-It dog balls that the sorority had invented as a type of homemade ball gag. Now Luisa had her own to use on her big sister back home, and they were happy with their prize. The adorable sisters were quite happy.

Jenny and Kendra got a sponge, the kind you see used in those awful films. I don't mean useless crap makeup sponges; I mean the big yellow things. It's not useful to Kendra, and you only get a single use out of it before it has to be retired for sanitary reasons. It's a booby prize, really, and I can see the disgust in Jenny’s face with her performance.

I’ll shuffle you over to Mary-Ann for the next contest! The lights just came on.

COMING UP: Building a Snowman, Hopping Slalom, and Gag Talk Diction Tape

Oh, why don't they feature games like this within the 'so-called' real Olympics? Far more fun!

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The 2016 Olympic TUGs
Building a Snowman
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Mary-Ann Voisin

I hate the snow, and that’s why I’m calling this contest. I love playing in it, but it makes me so sick that sometimes I can’t get out of bed. I get asthma attacks and bronchitis all winter long if I am not careful. That’s why I have sweatpants and a sweatshirt and, in Michela’s SUV on the trip up here, a winter coat, a hat, a scarf, and mittens. I’m wearing two pairs of socks. It’s cold!

Standing beside me and sharing a big blanket to keep us warm while we watch the events unfold is Casey Clark. Casey had a stroke that left her particularly sensitive to the cold to the extent she sometimes needs a wheelchair to get around in winter. She is similarly bundled up and a friend for real. She frequently stops by my place for a cup of tea.

Kendra, my housemate, loves playing in the snow so much. It is her favorite time of the year, so much so that she still makes snowmen and snow angels, and she and Hannah always go sledding together every winter. It’s a real pleasure to introduce her as the first competitor in this contest. I am watching her do her thing while awaiting my time to announce.

Our second competitor is another delightful human being, Zoe Fredricks. Zoe not only founded this fine sorority but also was the first person I met on the outside who really convinced me that I am not defined by my past mistakes. She is a good, good person even if a bondage sorority is the dirtiest place on campus. I’d love to see their toy chest! She smiles and hums while working.

Competitor #3 is Luisa Palmeri. Sweet Lou is like a living saint albeit one who likes dominating girls in bondage. She is so sweet about it though. She only will tie and gag people with the rare spank if the person will not be quiet. Her clothes are an attempt to emulate her older sister, who is beside her making a snowman of her own.

Michela Palmeri is a strange girl indeed. She’s in a relationship with Hannah but otherwise is an excellent example, even a paragon, of Roman Catholicism. She’s so… so admirable! Yeah, she is in a lesbian relationship, but that’s beside the point. She’s so peacefully going about her work without a complaint or a disparaging comment for others, but she does have a big mouth that will trash talk others without remorse. OK, maybe she’s not such a paragon like Lou, but she tries.

Lauren Patterson is the Gangsta who isn’t a Gangsta by title. She’s rough around the edges, has a big mouth, loves to trash talk, and loves her little sister more than anyone else present who has any younger siblings. She is the best big sister ever at her best moments. Her bandana accents her outfit nicely. I wonder how she’d be to kidnap and really rough up? Her and her sister…

Our sixth and final competitor is Bridget Sjaastad, the Nordo-Swede. I’ve never met a person I think is as self-critical as Bridget. She is always critiquing herself as if she’s not good enough when in reality she’s just fine. She rolls up the snow without a good word for herself, but she is still having fun with it because she doesn’t really realize she’s muttering at the same time.

What makes this a TUG Olympic Game? Why their legs are zipped up! Hee hee hee heeeeeeee! They must roll up the snow and make their so-called-Frosty without being able to really walk. I don’t really know anything except that I have heard of Frosty the Snowman as a cultural thing. I had a strange childhood, to say the least. Who needed TV when my parents could use the money on vacations for themselves or booze? Spend money on their child? Christmas gifts? Never!

Casey stands beside me in the most adorable manner. Friendship with this girl changed me, but I will never admit that to a soul. I enjoy her company so much that I cannot describe it. We watch our friends hopping about, and it's quite the sight. Truth be told, it looks fun.

The contest is biased because it is a judged contest. All the players need to do is make snowmen that have three segments. Eyes, nose, buttons, and such aren't of concern. This is simple, clean fun. What is difficult is doing so many tasks that require use of the legs: rolling and lifting seem to be most affected.

I’m a semi-professional dominant, so I get a kick out of watching the struggle. They're hopping and stumbling and giggling. No one is perhaps enjoying the challenge more than Kendra, but it is Lauren, without a doubt, who is having the most fun. It is such a happy time indeed. What a day it has been so far!

“All right, all right, let's take a look,” I declare, “The judges are sizing up the candidates now. I see them deliberating… And giggling… And nodding. Make up your minds!” They're testing my patience now. “Finally, a decision! They are awarding first prize and a frozen pie to Zoe. It is too cold for that. Second prize of a package of Sno-Balls goes to Kenny Penny. Third goes to Lauren Patterson, who wins a yummy bag of marshmallows.”
“Man, those prizes stink!” comes from a hecklers.
“And next will be the hopping slalom!” someone announces.
“Hopping slalom? What's that?” Casey asks with concern.
“Racing around obstacles,” another voice explains.

We're going inside because we are not staying out here that long.

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Hopping Slalom
Kylie Svensson

I have never told a story like this before now. I guess I’ll just tell you what I’m seeing, which is a bunch of girls, namely Ashley, Jenny, Hannah, Xandra, and some goliath girl whose name I fail to remember getting their legs zip tied. Michela’s doing the zipping, and I guess Joy’s going to be the official timekeeper for this event.

It’s cold out. That’s why I have so many layers. I don’t get cold like some of the girls do, but my nose will get cold first. I don’t really like or hate the snow, but man I hate driving in it. Michela is a pro and has an SUV with 4 wheel drive and studded tires; she’s not afraid as long as she goes as slow as a grandma.

“Goliath is lining up first!” I flatly announce as if I’m watching golf, which I do watch for real.
“Janie! My name is Janie,” Goliath sweetly reminds me, “It’s OK. We barely know each other.”
“Thanks,” I’m blushing now, “She’s set. And she’s off through the course.”
“Come on, sis!” Lauren, whose name I do remember, cheers her sister.
“Take ‘em down!” another roots for her.
“Faceplant yourself!” comes from a girl with a very different rooting interest.

Well, that was amusing. The slalom is simply marked out by gardening stakes. It's nothing too fancy. You start going down one side of a straight course. When you come to a stake, cross over to the other side. It's easy enough to follow, but the hopping is a challenge. Janie starts us off by doing the slalom. She does the course in 58.73 seconds.

Jenny is a professional, and it's really not fair at all that she is allowed to compete in this given her experience. Even her springing step’s an advantage. She and Janie are true bunnies in the world of rope bunnies. But I have to call it as I see it without bias. I don't watch sports except the golf I enjoy and a little ice hockey. She gets all cheers since she is so beloved, but it’s a joke that she does the course in 51.28 seconds. We still have Ashley, Hannah, and Xandra to go, but I doubt they have that bunny spring like Jenny or Janie.

“And here goes Hannah. Man, she is like lead hopping along. That’s why she outwrestled Janie, but she is slow as molasses. Holy sh-t, Hannah, pack it in. You’re embarrassing yourself. She’s still got the last section of the course to go, and she’s already slower than Janie. Girl, that was a thorough humiliation. She crosses the line in 66.48 seconds.”
“I’d like to see you try!” she hollers back at me.
“No you wouldn’t! It’d be even worse,” I am not afraid to insult myself.
“Kylie,” Kendra puts a hand on my shoulder, “Don’t be so self-destructive.”
“I’ve gotta poke a little fun at myself,” I laugh a little, and she laughs with me and pokes me.

Next up to get killed by Jenny is Ashley. Ashley is a blob of lead like Hannah. I do not know why she would want to compete in this event when she’s at a natural disadvantage. Then again, Janie is the one in second at the moment. Good grief, I won’t even announce it, but 63.74 was at least better than Hannah, right?

“Last up is Xandra Watkins, our skippy little blonde. Literally. Yes, folks, she literally skips. At least I have spotted her doing as much while at the Mudville City Park with Jenny. She’s off for her slalom, and look at her gracefully hop along. Per my notes, she’s a bit ahead of Jenny in the first section of the slalom course. Look at her go! Aw, she’s having so much fun she’s giggling as she bounces along. She’s really hopping too! Man, she’s doing great! She’s going to come across the line in…49.61 seconds! Xandra Watkins has won the hopping slalom contest and with it… let’s see… a 12 pack of assorted solid bandanas. For her runner-up finish, Jenny gets a three pack of solid black bandanas. For her third place finish, Janie will get a solid red bandana.”

“Hey, at least it’s a color I know she likes to wear!” Lauren teases her little sister.
“I can be a girl of mystery like Ashley now!” Jenny laughs, “Say, Lauren, where’s JoJo?”
“Snowed out of her flight to get here,” JoJo’s roommate shrugs.
“Who’s JoJo?” I ask Lauren, and I realize then just how pretty the Patterson sisters are.
“My roommate, Johanna, who’s a sorority girl. She might make it before the last events.”
“Well this has been fun, actually. I didn’t know I could call a sporting event.”

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Gag Talk Diction: Tape
Luisa Palmeri

“Ungag me,” “Untie me,” and “Help me” are familiar phrases to me! My sister loves to make up some melodramatic gag talk when she’s tied up. Often, though, she can’t do that because I’m too busy tickling her. She’s such a good sister, and I’m blessed to have her! I love you, sis!

Sorry! I’m Luisa, Luisa Palmeri. I’m Michela’s little sister. I like tying up and gagging people and maybe tickling them a bit. Beyond that, I don't really enjoy it much besides making a game of it. What a game it is though, and it has brought so much joy to Michela and me. Ashley and Michela are the best friends a girl could have.

Emilia, Casey, Nichole, Kylie, and Zoe are competing in this event. It’s “Gag Talk Diction,” but I don’t know what “Diction” even means. A big piece of foam core tape seals their mouth shut, and they have to say those phrases. A bunch of us will judge how well they said the words and give them a score. It’s like Olympic gymnastics: subjective, and perhaps rigged too!

Each girl takes a turn saying the phrases. They only get one chance to say them though! There is no mercy from these judges either. The foam core tape is good for this. It really shuts them up in its own way, but it’s form fitting and stretchy. It’s really useless without stuffing, but it gives the girls room to talk a bit. It’s my favorite to use on Ashley and Michela.

“Ungag me!” comes out of each girl’s mouth with varying clarity, but Zoe does the best.
“Untie me!” then follows, and this time Emilia has the most clarity despite her accent.
“Help me!” however, belongs to Nichole.

When the scores are added up, it’s Emilia who is getting the grand prize followed by Zoe and Nichole. The first prize is a good one, too. Six rolls of foam core tape. Zoe gets one roll of the foam core tape. Nichole gets a silly medical bandage. It’s simple, quick, and fun.

Onto the next rounds!

COMING UP: Team Escape Challenge and Escape Challenge: Handcuffs

The 2016 Olympic TUGs
Team Escape Challenge
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Zoe Fredericks

“Team Escape Challenges” are the real deal in TUGs. My sorority sisters and I love them a lot, and I’m a master at administering these challenges, hence why I’m the announcer. Three person teams are the most common set. See no evil; walk no evil; speak no evil. One speaks; one sees; and one walks.

The one who speaks is blindfolded and unable to walk.
The one who sees is gagged and unable to walk.
The one who walks is gagged and blindfolded.

Team 1: Emilia (sees), Cassie (walks), Joy (talks)
Team 2: Nichole (sees), Casey (walks), Hannah (talks)
Team 3: Xandra (sees), Mary-Ann (walks), Kylie (talks)

The sorority is adequately equipped to do various things to make this fun and have much variety just to keep it interesting. We have to add the “hear no evil” to make it fair. Muahahahaha! All right, come on, let’s put this into motion. You’ll understand soon enough. Kendra and Ashley are going to help me. Come on, don’t stand there. Come along.

The rules are simple: two are tied so they cannot walk. All are held by Irish-8 handcuffs, which cannot be unlocked by ordinary picking methods because of the unusually shaped lock. The one who sees must gag talk directions to the one who talks, who translates for the one who walks. I have played this many times, and it’s easy if you’re experienced. It’s a favorite game of even my sister Joy and her twit friends. Inside a box are the keys, which the walker must find to free all on her team. Variations can use zips and scissors, straitjackets and padlocks, or tape and a knife. Does it sound fun? Great! Let’s tie up these girls then! I’ll tell you about Xandra, Kylie, Millie, and Cassie’s respective outfits since I think no one else did!

Good thing that each sorority house keeps two straitjackets in its inventory, one canvas and one latex. Latex straitjackets are one of the only things that excite Nichole with TUGs and bondage in the dirty sense of excitement. It is a pleasure to see her smile when I present the straitjacket to her, and she doesn’t think twice about slipping her arms into it. The black latex goes perfectly with her black canvas shoes and socks and the icy blue kerchief and sweats, especially since the kerchief has a black pattern instead of white. I padlock the jacket and then use the canvas jackets on Emilia and Alexandra with similar padlocks securing. All three look at each other and giggle.

Alexandra is another pretty girl who likes to wear shorts skirts as a result of work, but today she is dressed more like her natural self with black slacks and a pale pink long-sleeve t-shirt. White ankle socks and pink slip-on shoes show the Arizona native has no fear of winter. White zipties go up her legs as well as Emilia’s; black zips go up Nichole’s. Emilia’s ankle zips are hidden by her white crew socks. They each get one of the homemade sorority ball gags which consists of a blue rubber Chuck-It dog toy and a black handkerchief. Xandra and Millie get 2.5 inch balls. To make sure they are unintelligible, eight wraps of duct tape crush their faces. Xandra hates balls. No, check that, she loves balls, but she hates ball hags.

Cassie, Casey, and Mary-Ann, the three walking girls, each get a pair of Irish-8 handcuffs to hold their arms together behind their backs. They are gagged the same way, but with orange balls and white handkerchiefs. Cassie and Mary-Ann, similarly, get the 2.5 inch balls. Cassie might regret her choice of a black woolen business suit, pantyhose, blouse, and heels. Red bandanas are used to blindfold each of them.

Joy, Hannah, and Kylie are the talking girls. They get orange bandana blindfolds. We're an odd sorority who took old discarded chairs from a classroom, regular classroom cheap armchairs on wheels. You know the kind: cold metal, stiff fabric. It's great for making a girl sit down and zip tying their arms and legs to the arms and legs of the chair like zips grow on trees. Kylie has red and black plaid pajama pants (yes, she's one of those and a black pajama t-shirt with black socks and pink sneakers. It's fine, though, because she has such a lovely smile.

Team 1: “Let's watch the professionals first. Ladies and gentlemen, presenting our first team of Emilia, Cassie, and Joy! Give a hand to Ashley and Kendra for helping me tie and gag these gorgeous ladies. Remember, girls, you have 6 minutes total to escape. On your mark, get set, go!”

And then I shut up. Everyone shuts up. Emilia, Cassie, and Joy need to be able to talk to each other without difficulty. It's not really that interesting of a competition to narrate. Emilia grunts into her gag as best as she can. The way she is tied eliminates the possibility of communicating by other means, like snapping her fingers. When straitjackets aren't available, winter gloves are a good alternative.

The communication system is established quickly, and Joy quickly gets and gives commands that Cassie follows with the caution of a prowling cat. They waste no time in solving the problem and getting out of the bondage in 3 minutes, 21 seconds. It was nice knowing the other teams.

Team 2: Poor Casey. Nichole talks her into a wall at least 3 times during their time on the clock, and they eventually run out of time. Sad.

Team 3: Xandra is a competent communicator, but Mary-Ann was awful at walking in accordance with the instructions. Kylie and Xandra eventually got her to the box, and she was then able to do the rest quickly. A time of 5 minutes 16 seconds was embarrassing. Also sad.

I proudly present 12 rolls of vet wrap to the winners and 3 to the runners-up. The total losers get a 3 pack of scrunchies for their. Also also sad.

Here's Casey.

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Escape Challenge: Handcuffs
Casey Clark

‘Sup fam’? Ky, Xandra, and I are mighty glad to be in charge this time. Jenny’s on the watch. I am calling the next debacle.

This escape challenge is like the others: the girl is tied and gagged and has to stand up and get to the tool to get herself free. This time, she's handcuffed and trying to reach a key. Easy, right? It should be easy and separate the competitors by skill. We like skill competitions. It's simple. Tie the ankles and thighs with rope, cuff the wrists, put some microfoam on her lips, and go!

Joyce, Janie, Joy, and Ashley are getting to go for it in this round. Joy is the first one to go and is always a treat in these kinds of games because of the facial expressions she makes. She’s not too much of a gag talker, but she is one to scowl and grin as best as she can during the process.

Check it out. She stoically studies her bonds. She rolls across the room to a sofa. Pushes herself up off the carpet onto her knees. Uses the sofa to get herself up. Smiles. Then she hops over to the key that is dangling from the ceiling. Then she scowls. The key should fit, shouldn’t it?

The key does fit, but she’s got fingers that do their best in the kitchen. Fine coordination like this isn’t her strong suit. She finally gets that off, sits on the floor, unties her legs, and unpeels the tape. That was 2 minutes and 23 seconds.

Ashley is a bit clumsy but a good kid. She has a good heart and means well, but I won’t do her the disservice of telling you just how she ended up taking 5 minutes and 15 seconds. Let’s say it was a very loud round with lots of frustrated gag talk.

Janie steals from the Bridge’s book. Rocks back, propels herself up, gets the key, and is free. It is all over in 48 seconds. Joyce’s round was basically a faster version of Joy’s. 1 minute and 23 seconds.

Janie gets to keep the pair of cuffs and the keys that came with it. Joyce gets a pack of zip cuffs. Joy gets a pack of hair pins.

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End of the Games
Nichole Blakely

Unfortunately, the snowfall was becoming too heavy. That meant the girls from Minneapolis had to leave to go home, and likewise we girls near campus at Minnesota Tech didn’t want to be out in a snowstorm either. With that, we were forced to cancel the remaining events and go back to our respective homes, waiting for next January to hopefully have a more streamlined day with a bit more fun than the drag that some of today’s events were. Too many events of the same kind led to dreadful narrations like Casey’s.

Thanks for joining us, and we’ll try to bring you a more contained storyline if we ever talk about these games again!

Best Olympics ever!!.