Homemade Pumpkin Pie (FFF/FFFF)
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Pink Bandana Gang: Homemade Pumpkin Pie
Sunday, October 29, 2017
"Something smells like stinky feet in this fridge," I said, wrinkling up my nose.
"Are you sure it's not just you fantasizing of being a laundromat again?" Lauren teased me.
"If I didn't love you," I looked in the pantry, "Ooh, canned pumpkin! Pumpkin pie!"
"Oooooh, maybe you should make a pumpkin cake instead!" my big friend suggested.
"Why?" I asked her in a distrusting tone, squirming a little and adjusting my bandana.
Lauren walked up to me and smiled, "Then you could make toe cheese icing to put on it."
I love pumpkin pie! Lauren Patterson was one of the two people in this world in 2017 who could have said that and gotten away with it. Lauren: 5'11", starting catcher on the university's softball team, married woman. Me: 5'1", member of the university's cross-country and track teams, little rope bunny. It all made sense to me. Oh, me? I was going to kidnap her!
In the living room, playing video games, were my friends Bridget and Sera with my roommates Janie and Hannah. My friends Sammy and Joyce and other roommate Joy were talking amongst themselves about various matters. That's when I realized that Joy, Joyce, and I all had worn pink bandanas today. It was a Sunday, and Joy, Joyce, and I were still dressed all church-like whereas the rest were variously dressed. Lauren and Janie, in particular, had changed into normal clothes.
Lauren and Janie deserve dual description because, despite Janie's being 6'1" and almost 4 years younger, they are practically identical twins. Both are strong, have brown skin from their Native American ancestry, jet black hair that is extremely long, sturdy frames without big bones, and an adorable set of dark chocolatey brown eyes. Janie's hair reaches her butt; Lauren's stops several inches shy of that; both have it in a majestic braid.
"What's going on here?" Sammy eagerly entered the room with an idolatrous gaze at me.
"Oh, just getting ready to make toe cheese icing and foot gas bread," Lauren gave me a hug.
Embarrassment filled my face because Lauren's toe cheese comments were spot on, but I couldn't let her get away with that either. Not in front of Sammy, the Russian freshman who was brought to our club by her longtime friend. Bridget. Except for Lauren the graduate student and Sammy the freshman, all of us were seniors graduating this academic year. I will get to Sammy and Joy and Joyce in due time, but Lauren has to come first because this started the Pink Bandana Gang.
Lauren's black jeans and sneakers, yellow socks and kerchief bandana, a yellow and black plaid flannel shirt, and yellow and black scrunchies made her look big and imposing, but Joy had an amazing trick she used to catch girls she couldn't out wrestle solo. I was a diminutive, adorable, little rope bunny, as my friends would say, with a pink kerchief bandana, a brown t-shirt, a pink knee skirt, brown knee socks, and pink canvas sneakers. I smiled at Samantha and motioned for her to take a seat and then warmly motioned to encourage Joy and Joyce to do the same.
With nervous motions, I reached into the bag Lauren had brought and piled all of her white ropes on the table in front of my friends. I chose the white instead of the brown or black because I had to make a spectacle of my big friend of many years. Lauren and I are tight, meeting because we happened to be in the gym at the same time, and we were friends for months before we knew the other played TUGs. I took three coils and approached Lauren while my friends watched.
"Jenny? You—the short, cute, adorable, harmless, loving, warm Gangsta Princess—are planning to kidnap me? Oh, kid, if you can pull this off, I'll be so freaking proud of you," Lauren smiled.
"Let's try this," I said and, with a prayer, swung my leg out and tripped Lauren to fall face first.
"Whoa!" even Lauren was stunned by how I brilliantly imitated the motion that Joy did so well.
"That's a good student!" Joy beamed with pride, watching me perfectly execute the maneuver.
I jumped Lauren, swiftly pulled her arms behind her back, and bound said arms above the elbows with the white rope. Remembering Joy's advice of "Smooth and fast, don't slow down" led me to swiftly tie my friend's ankles and wrists. Lauren made a toe cheese crack, which meant I needed to use a classic CGC homemade ball gag to silence her. She happened to have a blue rubber dog ball gag readied with a white bandana threaded through the holes, so I used that to gag her! If I'd gagged her with any dirty socks, that would have just added more fuel to the fire she'd started!
"Gmmmmm!" Lauren complained into the rubber ball, stunned by what had just happened to her at the hands of the person she least expected to do this successfully. More rope tied her thighs in two places and her knees. With some bullying, Lauren took a seat on a chair for the addition of a harness and a waist-and-crotch rope that I tied to hold her tightly against the chair. For security, I tied her ankles to the cross-brace under the chair. An impish smile overcame my face along with a pink bandana mask for some CGC selfies with my helpless captive friend Lauren!
"Who wants to help me make apple pie?" I asked my fellow pink gangsters, but not Sammy.
"What about me?" Sammy sweetly asked me, "Oh, I'm no kitchen wizard, but I enjoy it!"
I smiled at her, "You will be tied up but not gagged. Behave, and you will be gagged after the pie is in the oven. I promise it will be a yummy and delicious gag of the sweatiest socks left!"
"Deal!" the Russian girl bounced up like a true rope bunny, "Bring it on!"
"I love this girl's energy. She's so big and strong," Joy giggled, "But like you, Jenny!"
"Pink Bandana Gang?" Joyce asked, looking at me and Joy, and we all nodded in unison.
Sammy looked sweet with her icy blue calf-length skirt, white knee socks, navy pumps, a white and navy horizontally striped t-shirt, and an icy blue kerchief bandana. She looked just as sweet after coils of Lauren's black rope tied her wrists and elbows and bound her legs six times. Tight ropework made a harness and a waist-and-crotch rope Joyce naughtily tied under Sammy's skirt. Sammy joyfully hopped with CLACK! coming from her pumps.
The Gangsta Row is tall and strong, at 5'9"—one of the strongest in the CGC. Pale blonde hair with natural, pretty brown highlights and greenish eyes make her one of the prettiest, especially when her hair is in its characteristic braid. This powerful girl is more harmless than I am and as much of a rope bunny thanks to my tutelage during her first days in the CGC earlier that fall,
Joy and Joyce aren't tall. The former is 5'3", and the latter is 5'4". Both had pale pink bandanas as headbands that matched my bandanas. How similar but different these beautiful ladies looked on this occasion, given their church outfits. Joy's hair is long and blonde, and her eyes are bright blue. On the other hand, Joyce's hair is shoulder length and blonde brown, and her eyes are hazel and quietly expressive. Both skirts were pink, with Joy's gracefully swishing around her ankles and Joyce's being knee length. Joy wore pink flats; Joyce wore pink canvas sneakers. Joy wore a purple t-shirt and purple knee socks. Joyce wore a black turtleneck, ankle socks, and leggings. Another difference is that Joyce wore glasses while Joy used contact lenses. I love them!
Bridget, Janie, Hannah, and Sera continued to play the video games, but the noises of commotion in the kitchen eventually became too much for Serafina, who left the game to come over. For the rowing coxswain who was a good team leader, a teen mother, and a native of Italy, Serafina had a streak that we could only say was snoopy. She had indomitable curiosity about many things, and the kitchen especially grabbed her interest.
Sera's Black leggings and red canvas shoes were accompanied by white socks and a red Western paisley kerchief bandana that kept her curly brown locks out of her face. With that, she wore her black and red AC Milan t-shirt in support her oldest brother, who played soccer/football for that particular soccer club. Gosh, I loved my future sister-in-law even then!
"What you girls a-doing?" Serafina asked, entering the kitchen, "Mmmm, pumpkin!"
"None of your beeswax, Gangsta Chick," Joyce answered her friend with a wry smile.
Sera put her hands on her hips, a glow in her brown eyes. "You wish I tie and tickle you?"
"Gangsta Girl!" Joyce put a hand on Joy's arm, "Help me to secure this snooping rubbish."
"With pleasure, Gangsta Scout," Joy answered with a smile, "Jenny's pink rope is perfect!"
"Rubbish?!" Sera slowly was back into a corner, "Now-a ladies, let's a-talk this one out!"
"The conversation is already over," man, Joyce knows how to be so fun and ominous!
"I'm on the gag!" I crouched down by Lauren's feet and began removing her shoes.
"GMMMMMM!" was Sera's response to her rough, tight pink rope captivity and her gag.
"Now, if you're good, we'll let you watch," Joy sternly warned Serafina, "BE GOOD."
"GMMMMMM!" Serafina blushed and hopped in place, giving us two hopping, happy girls.
"NNGGGGGG!" and the struggling, physically intense Lauren fighting what I'd done to her.
"Joy, would you please make your crust?" I asked my friend, "It's the best of all!"
Sera was quite fun with a CLUMP! from her sneakers to accompany the CLACK! of Sammy's pumps. The Italian girl had Lauren's socks in her mouth under a tight purple bandana cleave gag and 8 ruthless layers of pink duct tape, giving her a delicious gag she wouldn't forget any time soon. Three girls had three punishing elbow ties to remind them that the Pink Bandana Gang was now in charge of this apartment, and Hannah, Bridget, and Janie noticed all of this.
Sugar, spices, pumpkin, evaporated milk, and so many other goodies were needed to make good pumpkin pie. Socks (clean or dirty), rubber balls, and bandanas were needed to make bad girls stay quiet and out of the way. I turned to Lauren and giggled at the sight of her strugglings while a big blob of her drool spilled off the gag and onto her shirt. The timing made it funnier than the actual drooling, but Lauren was fighting like a warrior princess in trouble.
"Wowwwwww," Janie walked into the room, "Sis, you're a big helpless mess!"
"Geh ee ou uh thith!" Lauren tried bossing her young sister, "Unhie igh how!"
"If you even take a single step towards Lauren, we'll do worse to you than we did to her or Sera," I sternly warned Janie without even looking in her direction, "Don't even think about it."
Janie turned to me and raised an eyebrow and backed away from Lauren. Janie had her favorite red bandana on her head as a kerchief to match Lauren's and even had black jeans and a red and black flannel shirt. The socks were red, and the sneakers were red. The girl we'd affectionately nicknamed Gangsta Jock was a rope bunny in the truest sense, and I could see her thinking over her choice in this matter and debating whether she'd rather suffer worse than anyone else. For a true rope bunny, it was an easy choice, and she immediately walked over to Lauren.
"Pink Bandana Gang, go!" I said, "Let's teach this Gangsta Jock a lesson she will thank us for!"
"I didn't mean anything by it!" Janie said sheepishly mere minutes later, "Dang! This is tight!"
"This ought to teach you not to mess with the Pink Bandana Gang!" Joyce said, stuffing her own socks into Janie's mouth and then following that with Janie's socks as well since the tall girl had such a big mouth, "That'll keep you quiet for as long as we want you to stay quiet."
"MMMMMMMMM!" Janie groaned… not that she could do anything else at the moment.
Janie had been taped and ziptied ridiculously thoroughly using what we dubbed the "Randaccio Method." In the Randaccio Method, the wrists are taped first and then the waist is taped using a continuous strip of tape. The elbows are taped and the same strip of tape wraps above and below the boobs. The entire thighs are completely encased in one strip, and the legs are encased in the same manner. For Janie, her arms, thighs, and legs were all tortured first with five zip ties each! She was sitting on a chair and had zipties going from her ankles and knees to the chair legs and a much more pinning her legs to the seat and her torso to the back.
Hannah and Bridget looked at each other and shook their heads at the ridiculously efficient Pink Bandana Gang. They knew not to mess with us, and they quietly continued playing games with one another. Joy made sure that Janie's cheeks were reshaped by the duct tape. Soon, we had a lovely pair of pumpkin pies baking in the oven and a quartet of captives.
"Gangsta Row, I made you a promise, didn't I?" I asked Sammy while taking a seat on a chair.
"Yes, you did," she smiled slightly, "Something about yummy and delicious."
Sammy rarely smiles at all and is usually flat-lipped, so a slight smile still speaks volumes. With that slight smile, she watched me remove my sneakers and the pink knee socks before putting my sneakers back on my feet. She'd been asked to watch and learn and been free to ask questions all the while we made the pies, and she did these things to perfection. A reward was deserved! My happy captive smiled brightly when I brought my socks—both of them—up to her huge mouth, which I think was even bigger than Janie's despite Sammy being 4 inches shorter.
"Mmm," Sammy's eyes brightened when I put the socks into her mouth, "Mmmmmmmm!"
"I like how joyful she gets when her mouth gets filled with something gross," Joy giggled.
"Mmmmmmmm!" the Gangsta Row blushed a little at the comment, embracing her uniqueness
"We have a theme to maintain," I said with a smile and used the pink tape to wrap her face.
"Mmmmmmmm!" was her response after I'd wrapped her face 5 times with the sticky stuff.
You've never seen the true love of TUGs until you've seen Sammy Rӓӓnta hopping around in her pumps. Take the curious but playful Sammy and add the mischievous and curious Serafina, and you have a real interesting pair on your hands! Sammy's the kind to hop around and explore in a calm and playful manner, as if the fun is in seeing what she can do; Sera hops around to cause as much strife as possible in the hopes of forcing you to escalate. Janie and Lauren could only wail and watch as a result of their prior misdeeds that earned them being fastened to the chairs.
Like this, the Gangsta Chick made a perfectly instigator, leading the Gangsta Row with motions of her head that Sammy unconditionally obeyed. CLUMP! Sera would lead, CLACK! and Sammy would follow behind her. Doors were opened and shut; metal utensils were dropped on the floor; and loud gag talk took place. When all that failed to push us to escalate, Sera sat on Sammy and used her own hands to tickle the innocent, sweet, big, strong Gangsta Row.
"All right, Sera," Joyce playfully rolled her eyes and grabbed a white bandana, "You requested I do this enough times for my satisfaction." The lovable Sicilian-American Gangsta Scout pulled the prepared fabric square over the Neapolitan girl's eyes and tightly knotted it with a smile. My fellow Pink Bandana Gangster gently moved Sera's legs so the captive was lying on the floor.
"GMMM MMM MMMMMMM!" Sera complained, especially when Joyce hogtied her.
"NMMMM NMMMMM!" Lauren shook her head before I blindfolded her with a pink bandana.
"Ohhhhhhh," Janie batted her eyes before Joy blindfolded her with a green bandana.
Oh, goodness, gracious! What do we do with a bunch of helpless, bound and gagged friends that we kidnapped? Why mask ourselves with pink bandanas again, take a bunch of selfies with each of the captives, and take videos of them struggling in their bonds and howling into their gags and upload them to the CGC's private Facebook group! That's the Cool Girl way. I love these girls!
For Janie and Lauren, we eventually granted the privilege of being detached from the chairs with their blindfolds removed and new bonds as necessary to keep them under similarly strict restraint while allowing them to hop around. The Pink Bandana Gang had decided that they shouldn't get their freedom until the pie was ready, which was a long hard wait. Joy, however, showed a bit of mercy by getting dry ice from the school grocery store so we could make the pie cool quickly. In the meanwhile, we enjoyed some playful spanking and tickling of Janie, Lauren, and Sammy and turned the latter into a Human Footrest. Let's quickly dissect what became an epic Sammy trope!
In short, we laid Sammy out on the coffee table, and we wrapped rope around her body in four or five spots, fastening her to the table. After undoing Sera's hogtie, we sat on the sofa with Sera on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table. Joyce and I used Sammy as a footrest, and Janie and Lauren were cuddle toys between us who were using Sera as a footrest. After Joy returned a few minutes later, she jammed herself between Janie and Lauren and also used Sera. And sweet Hannah and Bridget? Did the smart thing and just kept on giggling and talking to one another.
"Joy, no one's pie crust is as good as yours!" Lauren said with a smile afterwards.
"I agree wholeheartedly!" Janie nodded her head, having slowly savored each bite.
"My taste was scrumptious," Joyce, a congenital type-1 diabetic, agreed.
"That was out of this world," Sammy's eyes glowed.
"It was unreal," Sera was almost in a dream-like state from the experience.
"Best pie I've ever had," Hannah smiled, "Besides Grandma's of course!"
"Reminds me of being little," Bridget sniffed, remembering her late mother's pumpkin pie.
"Thank you so much!" Joy and I beamed, and Joy added, "I love being a Cool Girl so much!"
Yes, being a Cool Girl is truly awesome!
Do any of these Bandana Gang tales grab your attention? Let me know in the comments!
Sunday, October 29, 2017
"Something smells like stinky feet in this fridge," I said, wrinkling up my nose.
"Are you sure it's not just you fantasizing of being a laundromat again?" Lauren teased me.
"If I didn't love you," I looked in the pantry, "Ooh, canned pumpkin! Pumpkin pie!"
"Oooooh, maybe you should make a pumpkin cake instead!" my big friend suggested.
"Why?" I asked her in a distrusting tone, squirming a little and adjusting my bandana.
Lauren walked up to me and smiled, "Then you could make toe cheese icing to put on it."
I love pumpkin pie! Lauren Patterson was one of the two people in this world in 2017 who could have said that and gotten away with it. Lauren: 5'11", starting catcher on the university's softball team, married woman. Me: 5'1", member of the university's cross-country and track teams, little rope bunny. It all made sense to me. Oh, me? I was going to kidnap her!
In the living room, playing video games, were my friends Bridget and Sera with my roommates Janie and Hannah. My friends Sammy and Joyce and other roommate Joy were talking amongst themselves about various matters. That's when I realized that Joy, Joyce, and I all had worn pink bandanas today. It was a Sunday, and Joy, Joyce, and I were still dressed all church-like whereas the rest were variously dressed. Lauren and Janie, in particular, had changed into normal clothes.
Lauren and Janie deserve dual description because, despite Janie's being 6'1" and almost 4 years younger, they are practically identical twins. Both are strong, have brown skin from their Native American ancestry, jet black hair that is extremely long, sturdy frames without big bones, and an adorable set of dark chocolatey brown eyes. Janie's hair reaches her butt; Lauren's stops several inches shy of that; both have it in a majestic braid.
"What's going on here?" Sammy eagerly entered the room with an idolatrous gaze at me.
"Oh, just getting ready to make toe cheese icing and foot gas bread," Lauren gave me a hug.
Embarrassment filled my face because Lauren's toe cheese comments were spot on, but I couldn't let her get away with that either. Not in front of Sammy, the Russian freshman who was brought to our club by her longtime friend. Bridget. Except for Lauren the graduate student and Sammy the freshman, all of us were seniors graduating this academic year. I will get to Sammy and Joy and Joyce in due time, but Lauren has to come first because this started the Pink Bandana Gang.
Lauren's black jeans and sneakers, yellow socks and kerchief bandana, a yellow and black plaid flannel shirt, and yellow and black scrunchies made her look big and imposing, but Joy had an amazing trick she used to catch girls she couldn't out wrestle solo. I was a diminutive, adorable, little rope bunny, as my friends would say, with a pink kerchief bandana, a brown t-shirt, a pink knee skirt, brown knee socks, and pink canvas sneakers. I smiled at Samantha and motioned for her to take a seat and then warmly motioned to encourage Joy and Joyce to do the same.
With nervous motions, I reached into the bag Lauren had brought and piled all of her white ropes on the table in front of my friends. I chose the white instead of the brown or black because I had to make a spectacle of my big friend of many years. Lauren and I are tight, meeting because we happened to be in the gym at the same time, and we were friends for months before we knew the other played TUGs. I took three coils and approached Lauren while my friends watched.
"Jenny? You—the short, cute, adorable, harmless, loving, warm Gangsta Princess—are planning to kidnap me? Oh, kid, if you can pull this off, I'll be so freaking proud of you," Lauren smiled.
"Let's try this," I said and, with a prayer, swung my leg out and tripped Lauren to fall face first.
"Whoa!" even Lauren was stunned by how I brilliantly imitated the motion that Joy did so well.
"That's a good student!" Joy beamed with pride, watching me perfectly execute the maneuver.
I jumped Lauren, swiftly pulled her arms behind her back, and bound said arms above the elbows with the white rope. Remembering Joy's advice of "Smooth and fast, don't slow down" led me to swiftly tie my friend's ankles and wrists. Lauren made a toe cheese crack, which meant I needed to use a classic CGC homemade ball gag to silence her. She happened to have a blue rubber dog ball gag readied with a white bandana threaded through the holes, so I used that to gag her! If I'd gagged her with any dirty socks, that would have just added more fuel to the fire she'd started!
"Gmmmmm!" Lauren complained into the rubber ball, stunned by what had just happened to her at the hands of the person she least expected to do this successfully. More rope tied her thighs in two places and her knees. With some bullying, Lauren took a seat on a chair for the addition of a harness and a waist-and-crotch rope that I tied to hold her tightly against the chair. For security, I tied her ankles to the cross-brace under the chair. An impish smile overcame my face along with a pink bandana mask for some CGC selfies with my helpless captive friend Lauren!
"Who wants to help me make apple pie?" I asked my fellow pink gangsters, but not Sammy.
"What about me?" Sammy sweetly asked me, "Oh, I'm no kitchen wizard, but I enjoy it!"
I smiled at her, "You will be tied up but not gagged. Behave, and you will be gagged after the pie is in the oven. I promise it will be a yummy and delicious gag of the sweatiest socks left!"
"Deal!" the Russian girl bounced up like a true rope bunny, "Bring it on!"
"I love this girl's energy. She's so big and strong," Joy giggled, "But like you, Jenny!"
"Pink Bandana Gang?" Joyce asked, looking at me and Joy, and we all nodded in unison.
Sammy looked sweet with her icy blue calf-length skirt, white knee socks, navy pumps, a white and navy horizontally striped t-shirt, and an icy blue kerchief bandana. She looked just as sweet after coils of Lauren's black rope tied her wrists and elbows and bound her legs six times. Tight ropework made a harness and a waist-and-crotch rope Joyce naughtily tied under Sammy's skirt. Sammy joyfully hopped with CLACK! coming from her pumps.
The Gangsta Row is tall and strong, at 5'9"—one of the strongest in the CGC. Pale blonde hair with natural, pretty brown highlights and greenish eyes make her one of the prettiest, especially when her hair is in its characteristic braid. This powerful girl is more harmless than I am and as much of a rope bunny thanks to my tutelage during her first days in the CGC earlier that fall,
Joy and Joyce aren't tall. The former is 5'3", and the latter is 5'4". Both had pale pink bandanas as headbands that matched my bandanas. How similar but different these beautiful ladies looked on this occasion, given their church outfits. Joy's hair is long and blonde, and her eyes are bright blue. On the other hand, Joyce's hair is shoulder length and blonde brown, and her eyes are hazel and quietly expressive. Both skirts were pink, with Joy's gracefully swishing around her ankles and Joyce's being knee length. Joy wore pink flats; Joyce wore pink canvas sneakers. Joy wore a purple t-shirt and purple knee socks. Joyce wore a black turtleneck, ankle socks, and leggings. Another difference is that Joyce wore glasses while Joy used contact lenses. I love them!
Bridget, Janie, Hannah, and Sera continued to play the video games, but the noises of commotion in the kitchen eventually became too much for Serafina, who left the game to come over. For the rowing coxswain who was a good team leader, a teen mother, and a native of Italy, Serafina had a streak that we could only say was snoopy. She had indomitable curiosity about many things, and the kitchen especially grabbed her interest.
Sera's Black leggings and red canvas shoes were accompanied by white socks and a red Western paisley kerchief bandana that kept her curly brown locks out of her face. With that, she wore her black and red AC Milan t-shirt in support her oldest brother, who played soccer/football for that particular soccer club. Gosh, I loved my future sister-in-law even then!
"What you girls a-doing?" Serafina asked, entering the kitchen, "Mmmm, pumpkin!"
"None of your beeswax, Gangsta Chick," Joyce answered her friend with a wry smile.
Sera put her hands on her hips, a glow in her brown eyes. "You wish I tie and tickle you?"
"Gangsta Girl!" Joyce put a hand on Joy's arm, "Help me to secure this snooping rubbish."
"With pleasure, Gangsta Scout," Joy answered with a smile, "Jenny's pink rope is perfect!"
"Rubbish?!" Sera slowly was back into a corner, "Now-a ladies, let's a-talk this one out!"
"The conversation is already over," man, Joyce knows how to be so fun and ominous!
"I'm on the gag!" I crouched down by Lauren's feet and began removing her shoes.
"GMMMMMM!" was Sera's response to her rough, tight pink rope captivity and her gag.
"Now, if you're good, we'll let you watch," Joy sternly warned Serafina, "BE GOOD."
"GMMMMMM!" Serafina blushed and hopped in place, giving us two hopping, happy girls.
"NNGGGGGG!" and the struggling, physically intense Lauren fighting what I'd done to her.
"Joy, would you please make your crust?" I asked my friend, "It's the best of all!"
Sera was quite fun with a CLUMP! from her sneakers to accompany the CLACK! of Sammy's pumps. The Italian girl had Lauren's socks in her mouth under a tight purple bandana cleave gag and 8 ruthless layers of pink duct tape, giving her a delicious gag she wouldn't forget any time soon. Three girls had three punishing elbow ties to remind them that the Pink Bandana Gang was now in charge of this apartment, and Hannah, Bridget, and Janie noticed all of this.
Sugar, spices, pumpkin, evaporated milk, and so many other goodies were needed to make good pumpkin pie. Socks (clean or dirty), rubber balls, and bandanas were needed to make bad girls stay quiet and out of the way. I turned to Lauren and giggled at the sight of her strugglings while a big blob of her drool spilled off the gag and onto her shirt. The timing made it funnier than the actual drooling, but Lauren was fighting like a warrior princess in trouble.
"Wowwwwww," Janie walked into the room, "Sis, you're a big helpless mess!"
"Geh ee ou uh thith!" Lauren tried bossing her young sister, "Unhie igh how!"
"If you even take a single step towards Lauren, we'll do worse to you than we did to her or Sera," I sternly warned Janie without even looking in her direction, "Don't even think about it."
Janie turned to me and raised an eyebrow and backed away from Lauren. Janie had her favorite red bandana on her head as a kerchief to match Lauren's and even had black jeans and a red and black flannel shirt. The socks were red, and the sneakers were red. The girl we'd affectionately nicknamed Gangsta Jock was a rope bunny in the truest sense, and I could see her thinking over her choice in this matter and debating whether she'd rather suffer worse than anyone else. For a true rope bunny, it was an easy choice, and she immediately walked over to Lauren.
"Pink Bandana Gang, go!" I said, "Let's teach this Gangsta Jock a lesson she will thank us for!"
"I didn't mean anything by it!" Janie said sheepishly mere minutes later, "Dang! This is tight!"
"This ought to teach you not to mess with the Pink Bandana Gang!" Joyce said, stuffing her own socks into Janie's mouth and then following that with Janie's socks as well since the tall girl had such a big mouth, "That'll keep you quiet for as long as we want you to stay quiet."
"MMMMMMMMM!" Janie groaned… not that she could do anything else at the moment.
Janie had been taped and ziptied ridiculously thoroughly using what we dubbed the "Randaccio Method." In the Randaccio Method, the wrists are taped first and then the waist is taped using a continuous strip of tape. The elbows are taped and the same strip of tape wraps above and below the boobs. The entire thighs are completely encased in one strip, and the legs are encased in the same manner. For Janie, her arms, thighs, and legs were all tortured first with five zip ties each! She was sitting on a chair and had zipties going from her ankles and knees to the chair legs and a much more pinning her legs to the seat and her torso to the back.
Hannah and Bridget looked at each other and shook their heads at the ridiculously efficient Pink Bandana Gang. They knew not to mess with us, and they quietly continued playing games with one another. Joy made sure that Janie's cheeks were reshaped by the duct tape. Soon, we had a lovely pair of pumpkin pies baking in the oven and a quartet of captives.
"Gangsta Row, I made you a promise, didn't I?" I asked Sammy while taking a seat on a chair.
"Yes, you did," she smiled slightly, "Something about yummy and delicious."
Sammy rarely smiles at all and is usually flat-lipped, so a slight smile still speaks volumes. With that slight smile, she watched me remove my sneakers and the pink knee socks before putting my sneakers back on my feet. She'd been asked to watch and learn and been free to ask questions all the while we made the pies, and she did these things to perfection. A reward was deserved! My happy captive smiled brightly when I brought my socks—both of them—up to her huge mouth, which I think was even bigger than Janie's despite Sammy being 4 inches shorter.
"Mmm," Sammy's eyes brightened when I put the socks into her mouth, "Mmmmmmmm!"
"I like how joyful she gets when her mouth gets filled with something gross," Joy giggled.
"Mmmmmmmm!" the Gangsta Row blushed a little at the comment, embracing her uniqueness
"We have a theme to maintain," I said with a smile and used the pink tape to wrap her face.
"Mmmmmmmm!" was her response after I'd wrapped her face 5 times with the sticky stuff.
You've never seen the true love of TUGs until you've seen Sammy Rӓӓnta hopping around in her pumps. Take the curious but playful Sammy and add the mischievous and curious Serafina, and you have a real interesting pair on your hands! Sammy's the kind to hop around and explore in a calm and playful manner, as if the fun is in seeing what she can do; Sera hops around to cause as much strife as possible in the hopes of forcing you to escalate. Janie and Lauren could only wail and watch as a result of their prior misdeeds that earned them being fastened to the chairs.
Like this, the Gangsta Chick made a perfectly instigator, leading the Gangsta Row with motions of her head that Sammy unconditionally obeyed. CLUMP! Sera would lead, CLACK! and Sammy would follow behind her. Doors were opened and shut; metal utensils were dropped on the floor; and loud gag talk took place. When all that failed to push us to escalate, Sera sat on Sammy and used her own hands to tickle the innocent, sweet, big, strong Gangsta Row.
"All right, Sera," Joyce playfully rolled her eyes and grabbed a white bandana, "You requested I do this enough times for my satisfaction." The lovable Sicilian-American Gangsta Scout pulled the prepared fabric square over the Neapolitan girl's eyes and tightly knotted it with a smile. My fellow Pink Bandana Gangster gently moved Sera's legs so the captive was lying on the floor.
"GMMM MMM MMMMMMM!" Sera complained, especially when Joyce hogtied her.
"NMMMM NMMMMM!" Lauren shook her head before I blindfolded her with a pink bandana.
"Ohhhhhhh," Janie batted her eyes before Joy blindfolded her with a green bandana.
Oh, goodness, gracious! What do we do with a bunch of helpless, bound and gagged friends that we kidnapped? Why mask ourselves with pink bandanas again, take a bunch of selfies with each of the captives, and take videos of them struggling in their bonds and howling into their gags and upload them to the CGC's private Facebook group! That's the Cool Girl way. I love these girls!
For Janie and Lauren, we eventually granted the privilege of being detached from the chairs with their blindfolds removed and new bonds as necessary to keep them under similarly strict restraint while allowing them to hop around. The Pink Bandana Gang had decided that they shouldn't get their freedom until the pie was ready, which was a long hard wait. Joy, however, showed a bit of mercy by getting dry ice from the school grocery store so we could make the pie cool quickly. In the meanwhile, we enjoyed some playful spanking and tickling of Janie, Lauren, and Sammy and turned the latter into a Human Footrest. Let's quickly dissect what became an epic Sammy trope!
In short, we laid Sammy out on the coffee table, and we wrapped rope around her body in four or five spots, fastening her to the table. After undoing Sera's hogtie, we sat on the sofa with Sera on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table. Joyce and I used Sammy as a footrest, and Janie and Lauren were cuddle toys between us who were using Sera as a footrest. After Joy returned a few minutes later, she jammed herself between Janie and Lauren and also used Sera. And sweet Hannah and Bridget? Did the smart thing and just kept on giggling and talking to one another.
"Joy, no one's pie crust is as good as yours!" Lauren said with a smile afterwards.
"I agree wholeheartedly!" Janie nodded her head, having slowly savored each bite.
"My taste was scrumptious," Joyce, a congenital type-1 diabetic, agreed.
"That was out of this world," Sammy's eyes glowed.
"It was unreal," Sera was almost in a dream-like state from the experience.
"Best pie I've ever had," Hannah smiled, "Besides Grandma's of course!"
"Reminds me of being little," Bridget sniffed, remembering her late mother's pumpkin pie.
"Thank you so much!" Joy and I beamed, and Joy added, "I love being a Cool Girl so much!"
Yes, being a Cool Girl is truly awesome!
Do any of these Bandana Gang tales grab your attention? Let me know in the comments!
- Bright Blue Bandana Gang: Weathergirls Strike
- Black Bandana Gang: Helping Her Feel Better
- Purple Bandana Gang: Taking the Roomies
- White Bandana Gang: Curly-Haired Troublemakers