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Archers in Distress, or Janie’s First Archery Lesson (MMMF/FFF)
Saturday, October 9, 2021

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



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

Over time, my desire to play out that scene without the mayhem, the desire to try real archery, grew, and with that growth the dream morphed. First morphing, when I was 12, was that I was inept, so my teacher tied me up as punishment; the second was having a boyfriend witnessing the scene; the third was that it was a husband, not a boyfriend; in the fourth and final version, I was given to my husband for “punishment” of being spanked followed by amazing sex.

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

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

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

That May, after just 5 months, Ken and I were united in holy matrimony. It’s been a fun ride. In the summer of 2019, we bought a house halfway between Minnetonka and Mudville, Minnesota, and turned it into our dream palace. We fixed it up using Ken’s skills as a professional carpenter and turned the carriage house in the back into a place for guests, whether siblings or friends, both to live and to stay. After I finished my master’s degree in civil engineering with an emphasis on home construction, we moved back up here and into our new house, and shortly after that we had our first child. This story took place that autumn, a Saturday morning in autumn 2020.

“Well, of course, you’d be naturally good at this,” Eva stands like a military drill sergeant.
“Is that another one of your racist jokes?” I calmly ask her with a corner of my lip curled up and let the arrow fly towards the target.
“Look, you’re the Queen of Orlando, not Minnetonka,” she sharply retorts with a smile.
“I am not. I’m a princess. Lauren’s the Queen. Right, sis?” I turn to my older sister.
“Say what?” Lauren lets her own arrow fly at the target, “I just got a better score than you?”
“And they say I can be a cruel girl?” Caleigh looks at Lauren and shakes her head.
“Oh, you just need a beret, and you’d be zee French arteest!” Eva just as quickly quips.

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

For years, all the Rondell siblings routinely tied up Caleigh because she could escape anything, even being suspended upside down from a tree. They’d put her into the most insane, but usually not life threatening like the tree suspension, scenarios to see if she could escape. Rumor is that her escape rate is over 90%. Lifetime.

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

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

Caleigh sits comfortably under a tree with her right leg bent and the leg folded up with the ankle against her right knee to support her drawing pad. Her blonde hair is long and free as she always has it. She’s wearing black shorts, socks and shoes, and a pink V-neck t-shirt. She smiles as she often does, now comfortable with her sexuality and her spot in life. Taking residence in the little carriage house along with her sister was a wonderful decision that I’m glad she made because it’s a place she can relax as well as play in the ways in which she is comfortable. She’s working on a doctorate in clinical psychology with a secondary degree in theology so she can be a psychiatrist with a Christian slant. She has ADHD and suffered a few years with endometriosis and wants to remove the stigma of both these things as well as BPD like I have although she does think much of the modern field is quackery that doesn’t really help people like me. We’ll see in time.

“Enjoying kicking Janie’s tail there?” Eva taunts me while looking at Lauren to start a forest fire.
“Of course!” Lauren lets another arrow fly.

Ken and Tyler are awesome men to have in my life. Yes, I mean men even if Tyler just turned 20 this year; Tyler and Ken are real men in the stereotypical masculine sense in that they favor trade work to educated jobs and that they’re strong and have typical male interests like football. Tyler took me aside one day when we had a moment to be at a distance from Ken and said, “It angers me that your own mother doesn’t appreciate a daughter as lovable as you.” It was then I realized that I don’t remember my mother hugging me or kissing me once, but my earliest memory is my father cuddling me and kissing me when I couldn’t have been more than 3 or 4 years old. On yet a different occasion, Tyler looked at me and said, “I know bad things happen to good people, but it is so unfair that that happened to you.”

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

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

“You’re an inept fool!” Eva berates me as part of our little cosplay adventure.
“Leave her alone! She’s doing pretty well,” Olivia, a bit naïve, doesn’t realize it’s a plan.
“No, you listen to me, O-Libya Whipple, she’s a total fool,” my teacher goes on the offensive.
“Well, excuse me for disagreeing with you,” Olivia puts a hand on my shoulder in my defense.
“Boys, take her out of here and show her the ropes,” Lauren motions with her arm and thumb.
“With pleasure!” Tyler enjoys torturing Olivia most of all the girls.

Lauren stands there in a pink gym skort with white trim. It’s like a skirt version of gym shorts in the kinds she and I wear. She’s got white socks and pink sneakers below, a purple tank top over a purple sports bra, and a pink bandana headband. Her hair’s in a braid that is down for a change of pace. She’s got purple bandana wristbands on either wrist. There’s a twinkle in her eye. We have to wait to find out what color her panties are; yes, we will find out; I promise we will.

Into Olivia’s mouth goes “Ol’ Blue,” the blue 2 inch ball gag that was the first ball gag Ken ever bought once he was an adult. It’s been a staple in his family for 7 years now. Olivia the princess wannabe is put into a high strappado with her wrists, ankles, and thighs tied with brown rope that will keep her in place for a long time because only Caleigh would ever be able to escape that! If they had tied her elbows, it would be a real punishment.

“MMMMMM! GRRRRRRR! AUGGGHHHHHHH!” Olivia howls in protest.
“Good thing we’re deep in the forest,” I look at Ken and smile right at him with a wink.
“Good thing we’re at our own house, you mean,” he responded with an equivalent smile.
“Janie, I’m sorry,” Eva makes her move, “You suck at this!”
“Hey!” she slew-foots me to the ground and grabs my white rope , “What are you doing?”
“Getting you off this archery range, you pathetic failure! Some Indian princess you are!”

I guess that’s a funny statement to make. My grandmother was half Seminole, and my grandpa, I think, was half Miccosukee. I look like it as does Lauren, who is almost my identical twin. With a height of 6’1” for me and 5’11” for Lauren, we stand out in a crowd for sure, especially since a darker complexion and jet black hair comes with those tribal heritages. My hair, despite a braid, stretches to my butt, and Lauren’s braid stops about 6 inches above mine.

I can compete with Eva, but I let her tie my arms above the elbows and below the elbows, at the middle of the forearms, and at the wrists behind my back with the white rope. I thrash my legs out, but I do not do anything that would really help me to escape this situation. She ties up my ankles and ensures I am her prisoner. The white rope is thinner, and she is able to get the fourth rope on my arms thanks to my size.

Ken, Zack, Lauren, and Tyler watch and smile while Lauren shoots more arrows. Zack picks up the bow I was using and picks up the old hobby he left behind when he started college. Zack is a topic I should cover as well because Mr. Krzyczynski is my brother-in-law through his marriage to Lauren. I’ve always been the sister he never had since he was one of three brothers. When it was obvious Ken and I had a real thing, Zack was my go-to man for advice, and I was his go-to girl when he was wooing Lauren.

“Guh! Why are you doing this to me?!” I whine helplessly while Eva ties my legs.
“Because you're a joke. You’ll never be Queen if you can't do Queenly sports!” Eva lashes with her tongue more effectively than she lashes me with rope.
“I’ll be good if you just let me go!” I feel the next rope tying me, “Ugh! Don't do this!”
“I'm doing this for your own good. Humiliation is a harsh teacher,” she sounds so smug.
“No! Let me go! Untie me!” I protest and feel a fourth rope on my lower legs, “NOW!”
“Listen,” she yanks my braid and gags me, “NO! You need to be corrected while I can do so!”
“Ugh!”

Into my mouth went the gag, the head harness with a 2.5 inch red ball gag Ken bought to use on me and Eva because we have bigger mouths and can handle it as well as other people handle a 2 inch gag. I’m not particularly fond of ball gags outside contexts like this, where humiliation is a vital part of the dynamics and dirtier play is on the table. Eva fastens each of the buckled to keep me nice and quiet. I look at Eva as pitifully as I can, but that only encourages her.

She is now tying up my thighs in a similar style, and I can tell she will eventually use four ropes on this part of my body as well. The ball gag fills my mouth well, but my jaws wrap around it so well my teeth can be seen still. I struggle a little, but it is to no avail. None of these ropes can be sloughed off while Eva is right here with me. It's going to be a long day for me in this bondage.

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

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

The harness is a work of bondage art. The rope wraps under my breasts twice, and Eva pulls it to a snug but safe tightness before repeating the same kind of wrapping above my breasts twice; she is quite careful when it comes to safety, more than Lauren or I for certain! She pulls the rope in between my right arm and my torso goes up and around my neck, and through the same gap on the other side. It’s typical, and the rope goes from the central knotting on the back up to the part around my neck and back so that, when pulled tight, my breasts push out and squish out more. A waist rope wraps around my torso and with cinching between my arms and my back.

“MMMMMMM!” I sit up, groan into the ball gag, and look around at my friends and family.
“Stupid girl!” Eva forces me onto my stomach and spanks me several times.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
“That’s my little sister. You can’t do that to her!” Lauren purposefully raises Eva’s ire.
“I’m the instructor here right now. She’s a bad student, and you’re a good student!” Eva retorts.
“I’m the big sister, and I want to untie her,” Lauren winks at her, “Or you’ll have to tie me too!”
“Then I’ll tie you up too!” the militant Eva can fight me, meaning Lauren is just a tick too weak.

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

My sister and I are now both bound and gagged and quite helpless against whatever follows. It’s a wonderful day for an outdoor adventure. Don’t fret; my child is with his Rondell grandparents; Lauren’s children are with an aunt-by-friendship who is here but wasn’t interested in this activity. It’s us athletic brutes alone out here, getting ready to be tortured and, eventually, screwed.

I grunt and sit myself up against the tree beside me and watch my sister-in-law turned kidnapper take over my bow. Zack has taken over Lauren's bow and is actually worse than my sister. Hey! Lamewad! You're humiliating yourself more than Lauren and I are getting humiliated! Yeah, so I have a big ball gag in my mouth. So what? OK, my arms and legs are tied a dozen times too; I still did better than you, you big failure! Unlike you, I’ve got boobies, so I’m just awesome.

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

True humiliation is getting some other person’s socks jammed against your crotch, being forced to orgasm onto those socks, and being forced to eat those socks as your gag. I suspect this gag is about to make an appearance because of the presence of Caleigh and Eva. At the moment, Eva is still the one in charge of me and Lauren, and she slowly but confidently swaggers over to us. It's time to humiliate us further; she pulls our shirts up, revealing our bellies and our bra. Our boobs are then completely exposed before a pair binder clips agonizingly pinches our nipples.

“You stupid girl!” she roughly grabs me by my braid, “Why can't you learn anything that a good princess is supposed to know?!”
“Guhhh!” I yell into the ball gag before she twists the binder clips, “Owwww!”
“Shut up!” she pushes me back into the dirt and grabs Lauren, “You're a fool for helping her.”
“Unnnn mmmmmmm!” the ring gag makes her unintelligible and drooly, “Yowch!”
“Let that be a lesson to you!” Eva smirks after twisting Lauren's nipples in a similar manner.
“It's your turn!” Tyler takes down his big sister alongside Caleigh.
“Mmmmmm!” the 3 inch yellow ball gag fills her jaws completely yet comfortably for her size.

You could almost feel bad for Eva because her big sister tied her hands in a reverse ‘X’ behind her back. It's like reverse prayer position, but instead her hands are on her shoulders more akin to a crossed wrists tie, including a rope ‘+’ to keep her arms in place. She gets a tight harness on her chest as well before Caleigh pulls her shirt and bra up and puts clips on her nipples too. The entire time, she is held by her brother and unable to escape. Unlike Lauren and me, Eva is bound with a tight crotch rope under her skirt and panties, but not before Caleigh puts her socks against her little sister's bare crotch. Eva’s thighs and legs are bound three times each after Caleigh takes off her knee socks. Twine ties her big toes; all the ropes and twine are brown and tough. Finally, Caleigh slips Eva’s headband over her eyes and redoes the knot to blindfold Eva so that resistant measures only waste her energy. A tight braid-ankles-crotch hogtie restrains and pains her.

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

“Let's get you wet, you rotten b-tch. I ought to call your boyfriend to f-ck you,” Caleigh taunts.

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

What is more remarkable is Eva’s deafness. She is about 40% deaf, which resulted in her dream of being an army nurse getting crushed when she flunked the military hearing test and was told to go home at the very beginning. Not one to be deterred, Eva became a paramedic instead, and it is using sign language she mostly communicates with Caleigh, hence their special friendship that goes beyond sisterhood. Caleigh kicks some dust onto Eva, who helplessly struggles until the crotch rope and other sensory torments force her into a big orgasm.

Caleigh picks Eva off the ground partway by using her the crotch rope as a handle before cruelly spanking Eva four times on each butt cheek. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! Eva wails, drools, and squirms in response to her torment, and I am now starting to fear similar treatment. It looks and sounds intense, and orgasm follows after a few minutes of this. Eva is squirming like her life is in the balance and yelling into the ball gag while the men act like none of this is happening to me, Lauren, and Eva at Caleigh’s hands.

Caleigh casually reaches into Eva’s skirt and removes the wad, replacing it with a black bandana that will absorb subsequent wettings and tightening the crotch rope around the thinner padding. I grimace at gag and watch Caleigh unbuckle the big yellow ball gag and arm herself with a roll of black vet wrap. Plenty more toys will be seen; don't worry. The drooly ball exits Eva’s mouth.

“Untie me, you c-nt!” blindfolded Eva snarls through gritted teeth, “I’ll hang you!”
“I’ll strangle you first,” Caleigh roughly yanks on Eva’s braid, “Worthless dirtbag.”
“Owww! Mmmmmmm!” the disgusting gag enters her mouth.
“Enjoy stewing on your own juices, c-msl-t!” my sister-in-law continues, “Dumb b-tch.”
“Guh uh! AGGHHHHH!” Eva thrashes about in her bondage, “Mmmmmmmmm!”

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

Lauren and I both engage in bedroom bondage, but our games are so different. Lauren loves to engage in CNC, consensual non-consensual, games, where she gives Zack the green light to tie her up without warning and to use her up while she fights tooth and nail until one or both of them has had enough. When I was younger, I wanted to play this way too. It's basically a r-pe game, and my few attempts to try it ended in tears for obvious reasons. Lauren enjoys butt sex; Zack is not too fond of it. Ken enjoys butt sex; I’m not too fond of it. Anal is only fun, in my opinion, a biased opinion, in that CNC context. This CNC context is why Lauren owns a head harness ring gag, so Zack can take her mouth as well. For me, oral is a genuine pleasure, and it's the only one I can handle in a CNC context because it's my only hole the frat boys didn't violate. Can you see the problems here? Can you feel my mixed passion and repulsion for this form of romance?

Tyler takes his leave because it is time for the climax of the program. See what I did there? Just a wave of Caleigh's hand sends her brother away. There is one thing odd about us here present in this aspect of bondage except for Ken; we're all quite comfortable doing such rough play around other people. Eva has an exhibitionist kink, but her boyfriend isn't here. Lauren and I can't even keep our bedroom games secret. We're kinky even if we have different kinks and passions; I like to be spanked more than Lauren does, enjoy hair pulling more than she, and enjoy being tied up so well that I’m completely immobilized . As long as Ken reminds me it's romance, it's OK.

Over Eva’s head, Caleigh pulls a homemade bondage hood. Eva, ever the crafter, knit and sewed hoods for use in TUGs, this one being made of a solid fabric. The hoods are mostly black, with a variety of hoods being made by Eva’s hands; the knit ones are all solid. The variable is how the hoods are sealed. The knit ones are pulled tight with snaps, velcro, or string around the neck and quite fun in intense games. The fabric ones have these variants, but some sew up with laces and grommets up the back of the head and neck so that it hugs the head of the victim like a real hood. Today, it is a hood with a drawstring around the neck, which is arousing for Eva. I personally do not approve of breathplay, but I would still approve of this hood under conditions like these. The hood had a hole for hair, and out comes the braid.

“Take this you horrid rope sl-t!” Caleigh snarls at Eva, who melts in the verbal abuse.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!
“GMMMMMMMMM!” my younger sister-in-law wails into the orgasm soaked socks.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!
“For good measure, I’ll teach these flat, ugly t!ts a lesson too!” Caleighs.
TWIST! YANK! TWIST! YANK!
“OWWWWWWWW!” Eva orgasms again in the midst of her torture.

Now it finally arrives: the strangle hogtie. The regular hogtie is undone, and Caleigh uses the toe of her shoe to pitch a little dirt on me and Lauren and lots of dirt on Eva. A detailed, strong, and careful noose is made around Eva’s neck, and safety scissors are in Caleigh's pocket just in case. She pulls the rope between Eva’s ankles and to her crotch rope. The rope goes back to her ankles and back to the crotch rope before it is wrapped around all four strips of rope and loosely knotted out of reach.

I turn to Lauren and see a grin on her face. It’s all just a matter of time now. We have nothing to do at the moment except watch Eva struggle and scream while becoming increasingly breathless at the hands of her sister. Mixed into this wailing is the grunt of her orgasming once again; she is a bit too aroused by this for my own comfort. If I weren’t tied up, I’d be asking Caleigh to undo the strangle rope and let Eva go; however, I trust Caleigh enough that I would not interfere in the situation either.

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

This girl has a military attitude for playing up a bondage game though. Just because she has that orgasm soaked pair of socks in her mouth, her face crushed in duct tape, her own headband used as a blindfold, and a hood on her head while being tied with vicious tightness and put in a hogtie that could kill her doesn’t mean she quits fighting and trying to escape. The more who stack up the odds against Eva, the most she will fight you and struggle. When with just Caleigh and her boyfriend , I hear she plays games far dirtier scenes than Lauren, including violent sex as part of spy-style torture alongside the usual chokes, orgasms, nipple twists, spanks, hair pulls, extreme overkill ties, and even tickling. Her appetite for these can be satiated for days or even months at a time, but she never tires of them and always clamors for more. More amazingly, some of these games occur by surprise, with Eva only knowing that her boyfriend and Caleigh are planning on taking her down some random day or night and being completely surprised by the whole thing. I would freak out so much that I’d have a nervous breakdown and afterwards hurt myself.

I’m a bit sexually frustrated at the moment. I can’t orgasm without stimulation forcing me over a certain edge that interferes with me. I need a crotch rope, vibrator, finger, or manhood inside me to finish the job. This means that it’s time. Caleigh has planned things on purpose, and Ken and Zack come over to us, each man picking up his wife and slinging her across his shoulder, which means my story comes to an end because I made a vow to stop writing stories with sexual actions occurring. As you can imagine, though, we’ll have a round of vaginal, a period to cool off (for a refractory period), and a round of oral, most likely. Eva will suffer forced orgasms and otherwise be tortured for a while.

EPILOGUE

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

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

THE END

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

Quite rollercoaster! Eva surely had fun!

Excellent story!!

Caesar73 wrote: 8 months ago Quite rollercoaster! Eva surely had fun!

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