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Tau Iota Epsilon 04: Friends When She Needed Them Most
INTRODUCTION
Friday, February 03, 2017

It was supposed to be kinky. It was supposed to be dirty. It was supposed to be mutual, sexual, and consensual. That's what Emilia Albuquerque expected when she invited her boyfriend, one Jack Szabo, the brother of one of her closet sisters in the Tau Iota Epsilon bondage sorority here at Minnesota Tech, to bind her, gag her, and have sex with her. There was one rule: no butt.

After much talking and a quiet but dramatic scene with lots of kissing, Emilia was gagged, but in the excitement that sacred rule was forgotten by Jack. In a flurry of angry screams, Emilia ended the moment and demanded her freedom. Jack was foolish but wasn't malicious by any means. The emotional damage was done, though, and soon Emilia was free from her bonds and livid.

"GET OUT!" she screamed as the clock struck 11 PM, "Right now, I think I hate you! OUT!"

That woke up her sleeping roommate and terrified the girls downstairs. In an instant, Emilia was surrounded by friends but inconsolable. She loved Jack, and that made his actions more hurtful than anyone else. Jack was the first person she loved enough to consider as a potential soulmate; this damaged her vision of their future together. Emilia, in short, was inconsolable.

"I can't believe he did this to me!" Emilia cried, and soon retired to her room in tearful silence.

END OF INTRODUCTION

Tau Iota Epsilon 04: Friends When She Needed Them Most
Chapter 1
Saturday, February 04, 2017

When I heard what had happened to Emilia, I felt her pain deep within my own soul, and I said a multitude of prayers for her. It seemed strange to pray for her when I couldn't pray for myself in the wake of my own personal tragedies. I prayed for her as someone who knew her pain all too well. I cried, and I made both of my roommates worry that I would go crazy again.

"Skylar," I said while eating lunch with the president of Tau Iota Epsilon, "I want to help her."
"I know," Skylar sighed, "TIE has had challenges. But you and Emilia have genuinely suffered."

She was right that I'd suffered. Just 7 months earlier, my jovial father suddenly died of a heart attack. Just 3 months before, my then boyfriend sexually assaulted me in every manner possible when I tried to end the relationship. Just two weeks before this, my precious, patient, considerate mother was killed when a wrong-way drunk driver hit her head-on. My life was ruined, and I'd lost the two dearest parts of any person's life. No more laughter and hockey and affection.

"Joyce, she won't respond. She's shut herself in her room. I've never seen her like this in 4 years of friendship," Skylar shook her head and bit her lip, "I'm worried about her. Really worried."
"Maybe she needs a mix of CGC and TIE fun?" my roommate and our sorority sister, Joy, spoke, "So she can feel safe and loved in both kinds of sisterhood," her tone was positive and hopeful.

TIE isn't a true sorority despite the Greek letters. TIE's a true sisterhood of friendship with safe, voluntary initiation rituals, rules governing consent, community toy chests so that all can share in the fun, and instructional courses so you can learn new things. It wasn't just bondage; it was fun in a friendly environment where you could let all your worries slide off your shoulders. Emilia's love of her sisters was famous; she was a cornerstone of the sorority. For her to be distressed this much spoke volumes to everyone, and Sky was visibly shaken by the events of the past 12 hours. She gripped her bottle of tea so tightly that the bottle crushed a little in her hand, and added, "We have to help her. She's not just a sister; she's one of the lungs of TIE."

When TIE was founded—perhaps it was God's timing since so many of us were (and still are) of some Christian persuasion or other—there was a real Greek life sorority that the school had just shut down for hazing and drugs. Emilia was one of the figures most important in convincing the school Greek life authorities to bring TIE into the Greek life structure despite TIE not being such or acting like it was Greek life. Emilia was the youthful spirit of that founding crew, the one that was so instrumental that she was the first member to officially be assigned a sorority "Big." We now had sorority houses—and paid modest annual dues, too—but we were a TUG family, not a rich b-tch club. Emilia represented all that was good about Tau Iota Epsilon.

Around us, food trays clattered, and people laughed, yelled, and caroused. Yet we quietly talked about our emotionally wounded sister. Sky did her best not to try more than wiping a couple of small tears out of the corners of her eyes. I was here because Cassie Novak, Emilia's best friend and closest confidante, was my Big, and she had asked me to help Sky to hatch a plan to help our distressed friend. Skylar was more a guardian angel than a president. Right now, TIE needed the softness of someone who could be empathetic to lead a moment of healing for Emilia… and me.

TUGs were our common bond, pun intended. The letters TIE were chosen intentionally for both symbolism and for awareness. Some of us, like me, my roommates, and Emilia, were members of both TIE and the Cool Girls' Club (CGC). I lived in a dorm on the campus with two girls who were members of both TIE and the CGC, but Emilia lived in one of the TIE houses I mentioned. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind, but I needed Sky's permission to execute such a risky plan. I knew too well what trauma was, having been reduced to scattered fragments formerly known to my friends as Joyce Verdi. I was slowly—very slowly—learning that I was still Joyce even if my parents were gone… even if I was the victim of senseless, selfish violence.

"What about a midnight ambush?" I asked with a blush at my audacity to suggest such a thing.
"Ummmm, I'd have to advise you first that no adult elements would be allowed until after you have secured someone and asked," Sky leveled with me, "Otherwise, that's more trauma."
"Hmm," I looked in Skylar's eyes, "Would you help me? Please? I need this just as much."
"Geez, Joyce, I," she froze on her own words, realizing the symbolism, "Visit Millie. Please?"
"Sure thing," Joy emotionally assisted me, "We'll try to coax Emilia out. If she won't come out, we'll then go forward with the plans. A CGC & TIE flavored Beige Bandana Gang ambush."
"Sky, please. PLEASE," I begged her with tears, "Be part of the gang. Please."

To most people, I was Joyce Verdi, a mechanical engineering major. I was a member of both the CGC and TIE, though. I was a friend to many. I couldn't change that I was still a daughter even if my parents were gone. Sadly, to a large part of the school, I was that wicked liar who pinned a mountain of criminal sins against the hockey team's star defenseman. I was a victim who would not be silenced, and I had to be there for my fellow victims if possible. Emilia was a victim even if a victim of a different kind of wound. Emilia's wound could be mended, and perhaps she'd be able to forgive Jack and resume their relationship. I was irreparably scarred and ruined, having been discarded by my ex after he'd assaulted me. Then a moment flashed before my eyes.

"Joyce," his hands tightened around my neck until I couldn't breathe, "I told you to swallow it."
"Guh huh," I nodded since the vile ring gag in my mouth had taken my ability to talk back.

I shook my head and remembered where I was. Tears were flowing down my cheeks, and there was a crowd all around me. I was on the floor of the dining hall, with Joy and Skylar kneeling at my sides. The moment hit me so harshly that my blood sugar—I'm type 1 diabetic—crashed all the way, likely compounded by the stress of talking to Skylar instead of eating my lunch. With a forced smile, I sat up, and Joy and Sky helped me to sit down and gave me a sip of Sky's sugary tea. With that, I quietly told them I needed to focus on eating, and we ate in silence.

I knocked on the door and got no response from the bedroom in which Emilia had locked herself for the past 12 hours. I heard quiet sobbing, and I turned to Joy and Sky. They had suffered with me, and now we were suffering with Emilia. I tried again, but I knew that I held a special spot in Emilia's life, especially since I was her fellow bondage model. I had to try.

"Emilia, you don't have to talk or come out, but I'm," I choked on my tears, "praying for you."
"Joyce," the thick Spanish accent responded, "Gracias," and the door finally opened even if just for a moment, "I love you. Text me if you'd like to talk more. I need quiet," and the door shut.

I walked across the hall to Charlotte Hansen's room and sat on the bed next to Cassandra Novak, instantly recognizable by her thick busty frame (sorry, Cassie) and bob cut brown-blonde hair. I started sobbing, and only Cassie could understand what I was feeling right now because she was Emilia's soul sister. Cassie wasn't the type to cry like me, but her touch was unusually warm and comforting. I turned to Skylar, who'd sat down on the left side of me, and to Joy, who'd knelt on the floor in front of me; both were crying with me. I heard a softly spoken "Joyce" and turned to see both Charlotte and Hannah Larsson standing in the doorway.

Charlotte and Cassie were unaware of the plans for the "Midnight Ambush of the Beige Bandana Gang" at the moment. As "House Mother" of this particular TIE house and the oldest member of TIE still here at Minnesota Tech, Cassie would need to grant her permission on top of Sky giving her blessing as president. Hannah wasn't aware of the plans, either, but she was a factor in all of this as the third roommate to me and Joy and a fellow Cool Girl and a fellow bondage model. It was all about to come together in a beautiful way.

Charlotte represented the innocence of TUGs in TIE. She had clear, unwavering limits—that we lovingly respected—but loved TUGs. Some kindly teased her because she was a Baptist and felt that certain limits should not be crossed, but she opened up to many things in time by witnessing other games. She was sweet as sugar and fundamental to TIE's founding; she was also Cassie's Little. She'd be game for being ambushed by night. Millie needed this game.

If Charlotte was one end of the TUG spectrum with strict spiritually defined limits, Hannah was on the opposite end. She and I were (still are) Roman Catholics who were open to forms of play some girls—like Charlotte—personally forbade. Well, I used to be open to even an intense surprise game but now was perpetually off limits for everything outside fully verbally consensual games. This game was going to be my reintroduction to surprise TUGs of any form.

Joy and Hannah are like a foundation for me. In November, days after the assault, I tried to take my own life. Joy, Hannah, and another Cool Girl tackled me, tied me up, and stuck fingers down my throat to force me to vomit the pills I'd taken. I can never thank them enough for that, and as depressed I was at the time, I knew I still had a strong desire to live. My prayers to this day still often include prayers of gratitude to those three for saving my life, and now I realize that ending my own life would have ruined theirs. I'll get to other girls in the next chapter.

Next the plan will begin to be executed, and I'll explain safety rules shared by TIE and the CGC.

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TIE developed the consent system used by the CGC… in part since TIE was founded by a CGC member during her own freshman year. It was very basic, but I have attached the links to both the TIE Constitution and the TIE TUG Handbook so that you may study all the details at your leisure. Most of the rules that differed were for alleviating liability concerns.

TIE was much stricter about safety than the CGC because it wouldn't look good if a girl had five captives at once and no one helping her maintain those captives even though there are better odds that Elvis is alive than of things going so awry that one person cannot handle it. For consent, the rule system was very basic: rubber wristbands and magnet boards. I'll lay it out in a nice list like TIE does in their document so that you can easily see it. Rubber wristbands come first.

• Green Wristband: Open to being captured by any member for impromptu games.
• Yellow Wristband: Open to being captured by any member for impromptu games with restrictions. The captor must check after initial wrist-tying to ensure she is still able to play.
• Red Wristband: Not open to impromptu games.
• Black Wristband: Not open to any games.
• Pink Wristband: Granted permission to have her photo taken during games.

In short, the magnet boards worked the same with the same color codes. One was posted in each TIE residence, and the girls posted a magnet in their designated space so visitors could see if the resident was open to TUGs and surprise her without verbally asking. Green was not only a sign of open consent but also of availability for the impromptu game. We wrote times on the board to designate our window of availability, but most of the time this was after duties like class or work were complete anyway. The most common color was yellow because homework came first, and this meant that a lot of marauding happened in the 9 and 10 PM hours.

For example, I could put a green magnet on the board in the dorm I shared with Hannah and Joy. I could sit down with earbuds pumping Haydn symphonies into my ears. Sky could slip into the dorm with Joy's permission and clamp a hand over my mouth and grab me to initiate a fun game. Obviously at this point in time that wasn't about to happen, but it was lots of fun when I was able to partake in such antics—on both sides of the game. That one was a real example of something that I was comfortable permitting before the assault—back when I felt safe in that situation.

Cassie naturally gave us permission as the house mother and promised to be hanging around as if she were still awake because, as she explained, Emilia and Charlotte would almost certainly have gone to bed. That left the queen of TIE rope bunnies herself, Maria Benedetti, who would be the laughably easy target to take down. Maria was a sweet girl, and I will further introduce each girl as their time comes. Now, it's time to turn to the four members of the conspiracy and the victim who didn't know she was going to be a victim: Hannah Larsson.

We set up Hannah for fun. Cassie invited Hannah over for a night of chilling together. The hard part was that we needed two girls available to capture Hannah because of how strong she was. It would still be true today. She has six pack abs and takes down athletes 9 inches taller than she is. This meant we would need to somehow get Maria away from the others, but we knew we could count on Cassie. She'd do anything for Emilia, even feed Maria to the Beige Bandana Gang.

Back in the dorm, preparations were being made by me, Joy, and Skylar. I've sort of cheated you by making all these grand mentions of me and my friends and not telling you more than what I'd said about Cassie in Chapter 1. This is the time, but let's first zoom in on the preparations for the "Midnight Ambush of the Beige Bandana Gang." I was already wearing a beige bandana before I had the idea, and my headband was in place. Joy was having a personal spirit warfare that I'll soon explain. Sky, on the other hand, was trying every style of wearing a bandana on her head: classic headband, hippie-style headband, kerchief, top-knot bandana headband, pinup, etc.

"Does this look good?" Sky asked me awkwardly, showing a top-knot bandana headband.
"Yeah, it does," I smiled for the first time all day, "It screams ‘Sky' and ‘Bandana Gang.'"
"Thanks," she smiled too and took a nervous gulp, "I sure hope this plan works out all right."
"Skylar," I put my hands on the little girl's shoulders, "we know Millie. This will be fine."
"You're right," the smile returned, "We've been through so much fun with her."
"Gangsta Girl, in the house," Joy referred to her own official CGC nickname with a giggle.

Joy made an interesting choice. I thought it was funny enough for me to wear brown leggings to go ambush our friends, but Joy had chosen a calf-length beige denim knee skirt and a kerchief as her bandana style. That night marked the rebirth of Joy Fredericks as the modest young woman who wore her bandana as a head covering to remind herself to pray. She'd had struggles of her own, particularly regarding her love of sex—with both men and women—and was desperate to reclaim her soul from what she believed to be sin before it was too late. This was the first step in her path toward claiming that victory, a hard fought victory from a multi-year struggle.

We were all a little nervous about the ambush. I think Joy's confidence had instilled in us more confidence about helping Emilia with worries being related towards the possibility of failure if a mistake was made. Skylar and Joy were naturally dominant girls whereas I was much more of a mood based submissive or dominant personality. In other words, I was the most nervous of us.

"Sky, you go first," I whispered, unlocking the door as the one who was quiet with keys.
"All right," she nodded, and she entered first with me second and Joy third.

I left off mid-outfits again. It was winter. I had brown socks and beige canvas sneakers on my feet right then and a brown turtleneck t-shirt. Joy had a lavender sweater, lavender knee socks, and beige flats. Sky was the free spirit with green jeans, a purple-and-black flannel button-up shirt, green socks, and purple sneakers. We each took our shoes off as we entered, knowing the socks we wore could be used for humiliating gags for two individuals and possibly on a third. I haven't even told you what we looked like, and I'm terribly sorry for these oversights.

Skylar had long, beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. She and I had a little beauty fat, but neither of us was by any means overweight. However, she was merely 5'2", but she asserted herself like she was 5'11"! I was a modest 5'4" with shoulder length brown-blonde hair and hazel eyes that I knew captured the attention of many men. My glasses, a handicap to some people, defined me to be perfect just as God made me—vision problems, type 1 diabetes, and all. Joy was between us in height, and she had long brown blonde hair, halfway between my shiny brown and Skylar's true blonde. We all had the beauty fat, and we didn't care. Well, we still are those heights! Sky's eyes surveyed the space forward; Joy's darted behind; I nervously gazed to the side. Two of us were hawks seeking prey to snatch, and one was scared of screwing up and failing.

"There are Hannah and Cassie," Sky peeped around the corner, "Watching a movie."
"Excellent," I whispered, "That's two. Charlotte and Millie must be sleeping."
"What are we doing?" the voice of Maria startled us, but we maintained our composure.
"SHUSH!" Joy quickly hand gagged the powerful athlete.
"Gmmmph!" Maria was quelled by that.

With rapid sneakiness, we dragged Maria into the master bedroom and quietly shut the door. It was time for us to put our plan to work on our first victim, a girl who's TIE "D/S Score"—which was an estimation of your percentages of "domination/submission" based on reviews from your peers in the sorority—was 0/100. I'm not making that up. She's a total rope bunny.

Maria stood at a modest 5'5" and was on the track and cross-country teams in addition to being our unofficial test dummy during TIE-sanctioned TUG instruction courses. I know that because I taught half the classes myself! Wearing black leggings, black crew socks, a black long-sleeve t-shirt, and black sneakers was stereotypical Maria. Wearing blue jean shorts over the leggings? Classic Maria the hottie, who was wide-eyed with surprise at her capture. The long curly dark brown locks came down past her shoulders, and her dark eyes darted around the darkness with a childlike wonder at her capture. She wasn't expecting this, but she was loving it.

"Her socks are so freaking thin," Skylar complained, stripping Maria's feet, "Joyce, this Italian beauty needs to enjoy the full taste of Italy, if you catch my drift."
"Gmmmm!" Maria groaned as Sky stuffed the socks into her mouth and adjusted to ensure that every spot and crevice was full of the salty, cottony tastes of Italian feet and sweat.

Damn. How did Maria's mouth fit four socks—mine and hers? It didn't matter since Joy kept her arms wrapped around the slippery girl's trunk, pinning her so well that Miss Benedetti couldn't find even a glimmer of hope of escaping a situation of her own making any time soon. She squirmed a lot and squealed a bit, but mostly she was easy to bring into helplessness. Being a 0/100 didn't change that she fought like hell and kicked her legs out like her life counted on it.

Sky and I used black electrical tape because it's quieter than duct tape; besides, electrical tape is, present tense intended, Maria's favorite. I used a two inch roll to wrap her face 6 times, sealing the socks in her mouth. Sky used a one inch roll to secure Maria's wrists and elbows behind her back. We sat her up, and this was where the magnet board and wristband systems mattered the most. I was armed with the two inch tape, wrapping Maria's ankles, but Sky had the trunk.

Maria always wore a green wristband unless she had a homework deadline, and she was a kinky girl. In other words, Sky didn't need to ask; the writing on the magnet board already said told us what was going to come. Exposure was one of Maria's top kinks, and Sky bared Maria's breasts My colleague then wrapped tape above and below the exposed bust with firmness and expertise, also using the tape to pin the captive's arms to her torso. Maria giggles at the way the tape was used to pin her arms to her torso, accentuate her form, and hold her clothing out of the way. The giggles only encouraged Sky in her quest. At this time, I wrapped two inch tape above Maria's knees, finishing the strong but simple binding of those muscular runner legs.

Few people enjoy being bound and gagged like Maria Benedetti. The girl with the dark eyes did not fight back any longer but rather chose to enjoy the Ambush of the Beige Bandana Gang. Sky took a few moments to playfully fondle Maria's breasts, evoking happy giggles from the captive.

"Mmmmmm!" the Italian tested her gag by yelling as loudly as possible, but no one could hear her at all. She tried again, "Mmmmmm!" but only muffled, albeit fairly decent, yells came out.
"Let's not lose sight of our real mission," I quietly reminded the other about sweet Emilia.
"All right, all right," Joy folded up a bright pink bandana and blindfolded Maria with it, "Enjoy yourself," and she planted a rather charged kiss on Maria's cheek, evoking a blush and a giggle.
"Enjoy those socks, you crazy girl," Skylar planted a much less charged kiss on Maria's cheek.

It was time to capture Cassie and the delightfully dangerous Hannah Larsson.

END OF CHAPTER 1