The Inmates Are Running the Prison (F+/F+) - Chapter 4

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Lavender Bandana Gang 1: The Inmates Are Running the Prison
Chapter 1 (FFFFF/FFF)
Saturday, June 11, 2016

With Mrs. Palmeri away visiting relatives in Arizona, as the responsible girlfriend of the eldest daughter, I was given some leeway to have friends over while they were gone. So, I have some of my friends over for this weekend: Kylie, Ashley, Mary-Ann, Kendra. My girlfriend, Michela, is here with us, and we have been blessed that her younger sisters went with their mother. We have other guests as well because it is the summer between semesters.

The guests are a who’s who of TUG royalty. I am exaggerating, but Jenny and Nichole do make a wonderful contribution. The last guest is the amazing Casey Clark. That's 9 girls of whom 1, Kendra, is just there to act as a referee. She has no desire to get involved in this roleplay.

It's a big mansion with a big sitting room, living room, and dining room on the first floor. Also on this floor are a massive kitchen, the master suite, and half bathroom. On the second floor are four more bedrooms and two bathrooms, and the attic is the bedroom I share with my girlfriend. The basement is completed as well with even more seating.

BUMP! the heavily-tinted black SUV enters the driveway.
“Mmph!” Kylie groans and watches the garage door open.

We're riding in the middle row seats of the SUV. How Mary-Ann got all this stuff to use on us is beyond my pay grade. Michela, Kylie, and I all have handcuffs on our wrists that are attached to the chain in our belt looks, and there are shackles on our ankles. The part that's inaccurate is that each of us has a big blue rubber ball gag made out of a dog toy and a black bandana. Kylie and I have the 2 inch version, and Michela has the 2.5 inch version. Michela's in the middle. Lucky.

We're all dressed the same, black pants, lavender slip-on shoes, a lavender t-shirt, and a lavender bandana headband. Kylie has the black long-sleeve t-shirt under the lavender one, mostly for the look. We're prisoners dressed like prisoners, like in those past days when we were inmates at the Mudville Juvenile Detention Center. It's hard to believe that Kylie's been free for 2 years, I for 2 and a half years, and Michela for 1 and a half years. In that time, if I do say so myself, we have all gotten more beautiful.

Out of the SUV step the driver, Mary-Ann, and her copilot, Jenny. Both are dressed in all black, from head to toe, literally for some people. Black ankle boots, black crew socks, black pants, a black belt, a black button-up shirt (Jenny's is short sleeved; Mary-Ann’s is long-sleeved), a black gun holster with black prop plastic gear, a shiny badge, and, of course, a black kerchief bandana, for Jenny. They open either door of the SUV once the garage door is shut.

“Out! Move it!” Mary-Ann orders Michela and Kylie.
“Come on!” Jenny gently takes my arm.
“You’ve arrived at your new home,” the crazy-haired brunette taunts Michela and Kylie.
“You're good,” my little blonde friend encourages me, “You’ll get sprung on good behavior.”
“Mmmm,” I shrug my shoulders and drool a little.
“How are ze preezonerz?” a tall brunette greets us at the door.
“Jusssttttt fine, my dear,” the brunette cop pushes her charges past the guard.
“Is this,” the squeaky blonde interrupts, “Kind of like the films you girls make?”
“Only ze rezuhlting bondazhe eez a beet moor, eh, severe.”

I will stop picking on Ashley’s English now. Ashley’s uniform is similar except that her shirt is white. Yes, these are their “cop” uniforms for when we make bondage films. Being Ashley, she also has a white bandana headband holding her hair back, because she cannot resist. This girl is a big bundle of joy to all of us, even Jenny. Just look at her soft but emotive smile.

Greeting us at the next phase acting as our guide, if you will, is another brunette, this one with wavy curls that, like Ashley, are controlled by a white bandana, but this one is a kerchief. She is Nichole, one of the most complex people you’ll ever meet, but it’s worth the effort to scratch the surface to find what’s underneath. She neither smiles nor frowns but takes her role seriously.

“Warden, these three prisoners just arrived from the station,” Nichole declares in cold formality.
“Hmmmm,” the warden studies us while wearing a tight black knee skirt, “Put them in holding.”
“Should we keep a watch?”
“Yes, yes,” she nods her head seriously, “One guard for each screwball. Delegate as you see fit.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she salutes the warden, who is wearing a bright blue bandana headband.
“Mary-Ann, you watch Hannah. Ashley, you take Michela.”
“Oh, Miss Blakely,” again the warden speaks, “You should cuff the freaks arms behind them.”
“What about me?!” Jenny jumps up and down and whines a bit.
“You will help us with the cuff switch,” Nichole is smiling broadly at her bouncy friend.

Jenny's long blonde braid just begs for a hair tie, and her eyes speak the languages of friendship and love like no others. She can't help but smile even when she's whining, and she is gleeful to be helping change our restraints. After all, she helped Mary-Ann with the initial phases of it!

Nichole is serious, pragmatic, and sad, and she has the biggest shift in her mood when she has a good time with friends. She might be playing her role seriously, but her eyes are beaming with excitement. Those chocolate brown eyes and girls are the only evidence she's part Portuguese.

“You know what I need?” Jenny says at random, “Black fingerless gloves.”
“That’d be awesome!” Nichole agrees with her.
“I will pass,” Ashley shakes her head.
“I’ll put those down on my list of things to get!” Mary-Ann says.
“Guh!” I try to resist, but my wrists are cuffed behind my back.
“All right. Move!” Nichole orders us along.
“Put them in the guest room. Tie ‘em really good,” the warden decides as we shuffle away.
“Yes, ma’am!”
“Where's your form?!” Ashley and Mary-Ann remind me of real guards.

So we stood straight and tall and went up the stairs to the room that clearly belonged to Michela's younger sister, as shown by the heavily decorated door with its various cards with a multitude of Roman Catholic saints and other such objects. Into the room, we go, whence our bonds increase from simple handcuffs and shackles to something stricter than anything those of us who went to prison ever experienced therein. We're talking rope and such.

I am at a decided disadvantage compared to my fellow captives: my elbows can be tied. Sure, it is a wonderful feeling, but sometimes it's lonely when I’m captive alongside only these lovelies. Mary-Ann was assigned me, and she lets Jenny help her with the new bonds. The handcuffs are left on my wrists, but the shackles are removed. Rope ties my elbows, my chest, and my waist at Jenny's hands; more ties my ankles, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs at Mary-Ann’s hands.

“We’ll decide what to do with you later,” Mary-Ann says and takes a seat on the floor.
“The warden will process your information and make decisions soon,” Ashley adds.
“Ashley, Mary,” Jenny sits down with a curious look on her face, “May I ask you something?”
“Shoot,” Mary-Ann shrugs and fluffs her hair.
“Well,” Jenny plays with her braid, “What was it really like to be… you? Unwanted. Locked up in prison. In foster care. It clearly did you much harm, but… you're such a good person.”
“I…,” Mary-Ann pauses in an attempt to buy time, “Do you know that feeling you get when you sin and know you did something bad? That feeling of distance between you and God?”
“Of course,” Jenny reworks the black scrunchie, “I constantly sin.”
“Bullsh-t,” Nichole interjects.
“That feeling of separation… That's how I feel from my fellow girls… even you right now. I’m on Alcatraz with only these girls, and you're San Francisco.”
“That sounds so lonely,” the considerate girl is now adjusting her kerchief.
“It is… And it's incomparably moving when someone like you rows out to the island to visit.”

Jenny sat there continuing to play with her bandana. Like it or not, she was hands down the 2nd cutest girl I ever saw wear the 100% black cop uniform. Kylie was actually first. Brunettes, in my opinion, are better with the white shirt. I am digressing, but it was a lovely digression. I can tell you more, but let it suffice that she was too sweet and innocent to be a convincing cop.

The blonde is thinking about Mary-Ann’s words. Something that Mary-Ann said struck a nerve with the highly empathetic and emotional young lady, now 20 year-old who has just finished her sophomore year of college. She is wise and mature beyond her years on such matters, but she is also immature in some senses because of that innocence. Her innocence can be summarized by a silly example: healthy class is the only time she has seen anything like a real man.

“But you're back on the mainland?” the innocent girl asks next.

“Jenny,” Ashley shakes her head, “I spent almost 6 years inside. I wasn't 12 yet. You will never return to the mainland after that. You're ostracized. You call your friends and schedule playdate for a time that is convenient and then go make cookies for when they come over. Unless it is a donation, you never eat anything homemade. Your playdates are assigned and monitored. Your clothes are chosen for you and never change. You must wear the same smelly suit for a week at a time, and you cannot roll up your sleeves. You must wear your shoes anytime you are not in the shower or in bed. Your actions are monitored on electronic scorecards. You walk around the building with a picture of you clipped to your shirt. You cannot hug your friends. When a loved one visits, there is a thick glass between you, and you talk through either a hole or a phone. We were treated like… We were animals. Jenny, I killed my mother's sibling. The memory of that day is seared in my mind. If you spend more than a month in juvie, it becomes ingrained in you like your A-B-C’s. I am broken, missing severals, and put together with masking tape. You are surrounded by the same people all the time. It is monotonous and distressing.”

“Do you like hugs?”
“Maybe a little too much,” the French smiles a little.
“Would you like one right now?” Jenny smiles back.
“I would love that very much right now. It's good to show true feelings.”

I marvel at Mary-Ann and Ashley's respective words because it is all so true. I know the feeling, and it is a bit awkward to revisit the past in a roleplay like this if you get too plaintive. All six of us are scarred for life, but it's good to be able to open up. Jenny is a person that could get an axe murderer to confess his crime and still tell him “Jesus loves you, sir.”

Alas, Kylie, Michela, and I are bound and gagged, but we have a plan. A plan to hopefully flip the tables on the cops. It's one thing to play cops and robbers; it's another for the robbers to bust out of jail. Better yet, the three prisoners are hoping to kidnap the four cops and the sassy blonde warden. Can we do it though? We need to be alone to do it, and we have agreed upon the rules by which we will all abide in a spirit of love, friendship, and fairness. Time will tell.

UP NEXT: Today, there's gonna be a jailbreak!

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Always fun to read a tables turned story! Hopefully once the inmates escape they give the guards an extra dose of their own medicine with stricter bondage, hard labor and gross gags! Can’t wait to see what happens.

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Always fun to read a tables turned story! Hopefully once the inmates escape they give the guards an extra dose of their own medicine with stricter bondage, hard labor and gross gags! Can’t wait to see what happens.

Welcome to the CGC train. We'll get to see some of those very things as the story goes on!

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Lavender Bandana Gang 1: The Inmates Are Running the Prison
Chapter 2
Saturday, June 11, 2016

“Ladies, are you having fun?” the smug warden walks into the holding cell.
“Mmmmmm!” Michela responds.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” Kendra puts a boot on Michela’s butt, “Well?”
“We sure have been,” Mary-Ann smiles, “Having meaningful conversation.”
“Sheesh, Ashley, you got a crush on Jenny, too?” the blue girl turns to the hugging friends.
“I’m just giving her some comfort and love.”
“All right. Let’s go hog the video games, shall we?”
“Sure!” Nichole jumps right up without any second thoughts.
“I’m hungry,” was Mary-Ann’s way of saying she wasn’t interested in video games.

The five cops all get up and egress from the bedroom to go downstairs, leaving us safely gagged with the rubber balls. I’m just glad they never decided to wrap our faces in tape. As soon as the door shuts, I put my plan into action. What plan is there though? We’re handcuffed, which was not in the works for us when we volunteered to be the prisoners for this roleplay mockery.

I look around the guest room, but nothing is obvious. I cannot get the cuffs off without the keys, and I certainly won’t find a key in here. There is, however, one thing that catches my eye, and I notice it only because of the fellow captive, the hottie in distress Kylie, moving about so much. She keeps looking up with her eyes, and it’s only then that I notice she has hair clips on her head to hold her bandana in place. That’s the ticket!

I get up on my knees, and she bends down so I can pluck the hair pins off her head. She plays at home with her siblings, and they use handcuffs. This cleverness shouldn’t surprise me when she is consistently the most clever one of us all! Kylie, this is what makes playing with you such an interesting experience. You’re a bondage queen in so many regards!

I take the hairpin in my hands and give it to Kylie. That’s harder than it sounds because I have to get down on my knees and actually get it to her hands! At that point, it took her less than half of a minute to get the cuffs off, and then she scrambled at this point. She removed her gag and then undid the cuffs on me and Michela. Those girls should have tied our arms better.

“Quick. Hannah, go get your stuff from the attic before Mary-Ann returns. We’ll pounce her!”
“Gah! Great thinking,” I whisper back, “You know she’ll lose interest in the video games.”
“And then after she’s gone Jenny will inevitably take a break to come look,” adds Michela.
“OK,” I work on my leg ropes, “Kylie, get this harness off me.”
“No problem. Michela, pitch in too.”
“No pushing me,” my girlfriend softly whines.

Once my legs are free, I slip off my shoes and take off running silently. I have to move quickly as I dash up the stairs to the attic that is the bedroom I share with Michela. I swiftly snatch the bags and take off again down the stairs. Sure enough, I hear the familiar sound of humming as Mary-Ann slowly climbs the stairs toward the second floor, and I silently shut the door.

“She’s coming,” I say, and Michela slips off her shoes and gives me her socks for my weapon. I turn and see Kylie is armed with duct tape. Michela also grabs a roll of duct tape. It appears that I get to be the one doing the tackling here since that is something at which I excel, wrestling with other girls even when they are larger than me. As soon as the door opens, I’m on top of the poor damsel-in-distress, with her on the carpet and a pair of socks in her mouth. I slew-footed her just to ensure I had the advantage lest she cry out for help.

“Gmmmmm!” she groans and tries to buck me.
“Quick!” I quietly tell my fellow inmates, “I can only hold her for so long!”
“GUUUUHHHHHH!”
“I’ve got her arms,” Michela declares.
“I’ve got her legs then,” Kylie is the true definition of a team player.
“I’ve got her lips,” I now can move to grab a third roll of tape.

And they're all black. It's the perfect “pièce de résistance” indeed. A yummy, sweaty sock, worn by the wonderful Michela Palmeri is such a nice thing to have in your mouth, and it's best when under 7 tightly wound layers of duct tape. It's the least I can do for a girl who has been a friend of mine for nearly 4 years.

It's incredible the way duct tape works. You feel it wrap around your appendages, forcing them together, but it takes layers before you really feel it. By the third wrap, you're in trouble, and by the sixth you're screwed. It is such an incredibly liberating feeling because you're trapped for as long as the tape holds you or until you're freed, which can be long or short, depending mostly on your mood, their mood, and how much you can tolerate.

Mary-Ann’s arms are nicely secured in the tape. Her wrists and elbows are tightly taped up, and Kylie uses the same elbow strip to wrap either side of Mary-Ann’s breasts and likewise uses the same strip to tape her arms to her waist. Michela is a cruel mistress, wrapping all of our captive's legs down to her ankles before removing her ankle boots and socks. I get the honors of using electrical tape on her big toes and her arches to finish her bondage.

We have captured one cop, but there are three more. Even if Jenny comes up here, we still have a problem. Jenny is easy for any of us to kidnap. Kendra is easy for me and Michela. Nichole is easy for any of us. Ashley, on the other hand, is an absolute beast. She is the wrestling queen of us all. None of us has a chance against her, and we need two to capture. There is only one way to do this: wait for Jenny. Kylie expresses that she has a plan, and we blindly follow.

“I’m going to check on Mary-Ann,” I hear Jenny's happy squeak, “Keep going without me.”

I point to Michela since she predicted this. I ask them to resist gagging Jenny with Mary-Ann’s socks because Jenny isn't as fond of eating other’s dirty laundry although she can stomach it like a champ. Michela will easily be a bondage to Jenny. This part will be easy, but we must get the little rope bunny to do our bidding.

“Gotcha!” Michela grabs the energetic little girl.
“Mmmmmmm!” says the cop in the black kerchief, her eyes instantly filled with excitement.
“Be quiet!” my girlfriend hisses into the cop’s ear, “Listen to me! Quiet!”
“Mmmmmmm!” she keeps resisting, but Kylie jerks her braid to force her to submit.
“Listen to me,” the blonde inmate is calm, “You will do as we say. If you obey, you’ll get your socks for your gag. If you disobey, you'll get Hannah's rancid socks for your gag. Got it?”
“Mmm hmm,” Jenny nods slowly but still fights a little in hopes of getting out a good scream.
“You are going to call Kendra to come up here on the pretense of wanting the warden to decide what will happen to the inmates. Do anything funny, and I’ll pretzel tie you for sure.”
“Mmmmmmm,” Jenny whimpers, and I can tell she likes the thought of being tied like a pretzel.

Kylie holds the squirming girl, who is not really trying to escape but to make up her mind. She’s carefully considering her options as the little black Gangsta Princess cop. Michela tightens her grip on the girl, who lets out a soft squeal and an agonized groan. Jenny looks at Maddy, and a sparkle forms in her eye before she nods. I take off her boots and socks, and the sparkle grows.

We have a captive who will do some of our dirty work for us, luring her cousin into the trap. She clearly wants something though. Michela holds her so tightly, and I kind of wish Michela would just grab me so tightly. Alas, I am one of the kidnappers, and the only way I will get held in such a manner is if Ashley nabs me or if Mary-Ann escapes.

“I want you to tie me, Kendra, and Nichole to chairs or the bed. I want to be tied together with at least one of them.”
“I can do that,” Kylie smiled at the captive Gangsta Princess.
“Here goes… Oh, Kendra, come on up here! Cousin! I need the warden's permission!”
“Jenny, I just knew you'd cause trouble!” Kendra's perpetually cracking voice comes back.
“Quick!” I push her socks into her mouth and wrap her thrice with foam core tape, “Good girl!”
“Get ready to nab Kenny,” Kylie points to me, “She'll buck me like a bronco.”
“That's the darned truth.”

Kylie and I wait for the warden to arrive, and I have M.A.’s socks in my hands now. I have put one sock in the other and tightly tied a yellow band around the neck of the other sock because we intend to abandon Kendra completely. You bring Jenny into matters, and Kendra will play along with TUGs to an extent so long as you check the right boxes for her. This gag is a box, and one of Jenny’s boots is another.

I love death-gripping a girl who will fight like her life is in the balance, and Kendra lets out such a groan that it makes my heart race. She is really fighting us like it's a jail break, and it takes lots of effort to wedge that gag into her mouth. Finally, I succeed, and Kylie and I drag Kenny to the bed. Rope, and I mean rope, not clothesline, is just what the inmate ordered.

“Mmmmmm!” she tries to throw me off while Kylie tied her ankles.
“You've made a big mistake, Warden Kristensen,” I wrap her up in clear tape.
“Mmmmm!” she cries out again.
“There, there,” I press Jenny's boot against her face and keep wrapping several more times.
“Just tie her freaking arms!” Kylie chides me.
“Oh, let me have fun,” I retort, “Got to make sure Kenny gets her fill of foot fetish.”

Michela has gone to town on Jenny and is nicely enjoying herself with her little Kristensen guard in distress. It's a day for rope, and it's Michela’s distinctive orange rope at work on Jenny. Jenny has her arms tied thrice, her thighs tied thrice, her legs tied thrice, and even a bit of orange cotton twine, dyed that way by its owner with Jenny's help, on her big toes. A pink bandana blindfolds her as well.

It's really hard, believe me, for three bisexual prison girls to keep this one clean, but I promise it will be successful. We have learned self-control over the years, and if Jenny requests we keep it squeaky clean then we will keep it squeaky clean. Kendra is now tied taut on the bed, and I slip her headband over her eyes, with some effort, to blindfold her. She wears those headbands super tight! For security, I still reknot the bandana.

“Squeal and squeak,” Kylie points to the two, “These two are works of art.”
“God knew what he was doing when he made these two,” I squeeze Kendra’s cheek.
“Mmmmmm!” Kendra fights us a little.
“Now, it's time. We have to rush the other two,” Kylie continues being our gang leader.
“Any advice?” Michela plays with Jenny's feet a little and gets a squeal and a laugh from her.
“You two take Ashley; I’ll at least hold Nichole down,” the blonde is confident.
“All right then,” I give Kylie my socks and take hers, “Let's go!”

UP NEXT: Finishing what we started.

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Love the boot gag! Can’t wait to see what happens to the other two officers!

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Love it!! Can't wait to see the fates of the others!!

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Love the boot gag! Can’t wait to see what happens to the other two officers!

I'm glad the boot gag has found a friend!

Love it!! Can't wait to see the fates of the others!!

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Lavender Bandana Gang 1: The Inmates Are Running the Prison
Chapter 3
Saturday, June 11, 2016

“Mmmmmmmm!” Mary-Ann groans on Michela’s socks and looks at us while struggling.
“I know, Mary,” Kylie kneels down beside her with despondency, “Too bad, so sad.”
“HMMMM!” Jenny doesn’t like this mockery of our friend.
“All right, let’s go team,” our captain stands back up, “You ready?”
“MMMMMMM!” Mary-Ann keeps looking at us so pitifully, but we ignore her.
“I’m ready!” Michela pumps her fist high into the air.

Surprise is of essence with Ashley, who will destroy Michela and me if we give her a chance. It is incredible to see just how strong this one girl is because she basically grew up with nothing to do except exercise. She’s a living example of the story of the farmer that always carried the calf every day from the day it was born. We must tread carefully, but we have numbers.

Down the stairs we go, leaving the other captives behind, and into the entrance to the house. We take a circuitous route through the kitchen and dining room so that we are behind the dangerous Ashley and the harmless Nichole. I intend to stuff both Kylie's and Nichole's socks into Ashley’s mouth and wrap her up in black electrical tape. Kylie has my socks, and Michela has piles of the tough brown rope we all use. They're clueless with us crouched behind the sofa just feet away from them. It’s time, and Michela and I close in on the big girl.

“Gotcha!” I jump on Ashley.
“What on earth?!” Nichole calls out, but the Gangsta Queen has no such chance.
“The inmates are in charge now!” Michela declares proudly, “And Kylie is our queen.”
“Oh, thank you,” Kylie effortlessly holds Nichole.
“Stay still!” I give Ashley a brutal spank while tying her wrists together behind her back.
“No kidding!” Michela takes Kylie’s socks and wedges them into the strong girl’s mouth.
“GUHHHH!”

Meanwhile, Kylie is having no problem single-handedly wedging my socks into Nichole’s mouth and pinning her down to tie her up with clothesline, which is Nichole’s favorite binding material. I can’t help but smile because of how well she fits into the spirit of the Cool Girls’ Club despite being the dirtiest, most adventurous girl I know. Nichole is a weak girl, especially because of the broken leg that is still healing, but her spirit is strong. The curly haired brunette is precious to all of us here, though, because she is so genuinely considerate and honest while knowing to say her words with gentleness and kindness. Contrary to Jenny, Nichole will not hold back but instead she will soften the blow. This spirit fits very well with Kendra’s brash, often caustic, spirit and Kylie’s sensitive spirit that struggles to express her true feelings about things except in private.

“Here you go!” Kylie hands Nichole’s socks to Michela, and I hand Ashley’s socks to Kylie.
“NOOOO!” Ashley groans when the second pair jams her mouth full to the brim.
“UGGGGHHHH!” Nichole gets the other pair in her own mouth.

In truth, they love it, though. Michela isn’t too terribly into sock gags except in a dirty context, perhaps least of all of us girls here, including the captives upstairs. That seems crazy to say, but my girlfriend will do nearly anything, including that, in the spirit of fun. She’s got a big grin on her face while she sits upon our friend, whose elbows now touch because of the rope torquing I just applied to her.

“There there,” Michela is a master at a kindly style of taunting, “Just a little tape now.”
“I don’t think that’s a little,” Kylie deadpans, “I just don’t.”
“Aw, come on!” I take my girlfriend’s side, “I think it’s fine.”

It’s only six layers of black tape cleave gag followed by another eight to seal Ashley’s mouth up completely. Ashley’s a tough girl; she can take it. I have tied her ankles and thighs and am now tying up her knees as well. Today, it is Ashley who is getting my best, which means the worst. I will not spare the French girl because I know what may happen to us if she escapes.

Michela gets the pleasure of tying up Ashley’s torso from this point, and to keep Jenny content all of us agreed that things would be kept to a “kid friendly” level just like the TUGs she enjoys most. More ropes below her knees, at her shins, and below her waist secure her legs, and twine ties her big toes together. Up top, Michela ties a harness with ropes on either side of Ashley’s boobs, a V in the front, cinching through the armpits, and so much more. The waist rope is also heavily cinched to keep this girl down.

Nichole gets boxtied by Kylie, who fulfills the promise not to use a crotch rope by wrapping rope from Nichole’s wrists to the tops of her thighs instead while still tying a tight harness to keep the captive from escaping. Nichole’s legs are tied just like Ashley’s but with clothesline. Her sock gag features a bright green bandana cleave gag and then a thick wrapping of clear tape. White Gangsta Cop Queen is a damsel-in-distress with no way to escape this one without help! We’ve got our eyes on her and won’t let her get away so easily.

“We did it!” I bounce and give each of my colleagues a smooch on the lips.
“Calm down, Hannah Bandana,” Michela laughs at me, “Not now. We have company.”
“Sorry. Let’s go up and retrieve Jenny and M.A., all right?” I turn to my girlfriend.
“All right!” she bounces up, “Let’s get them and… abandon Kendra?”
“No, but we can only deal with two at a time, and it’ll take both of us to truss up Kenny.”
“I can tell you have a plan.”

Michela and I hold hands while we make the walk up the stairs. Just because we aren’t being dirty doesn't mean we can’t be affectionate. When you’re in love, you don’t need dirtiness to show how much you care, but we let go before we enter the room to find our helpless captives still as helpless as when we left them here. That nasty brown rope could work wonders on a girl who wasn’t a natural escapist like Jenny; that’s not fair to say because reality is that she is great at escaping clothesline.

Now comes the fun part: dragging them. I mean dragging them, too, just like the evil cowboy dragging the person with his horse. We tie ropes to their ankles and go with them. I drag Jenny, and Michela drags Mary-Ann. Both squeal in their respective immature delights though, and I feel blessed to have these girls as my friends. It’s fun when done on carpets as soft as these.

“One more to go!” I grab my bags of zip ties from my bag to use on Kenny the Warden.

Kendra is not in any position to really resist, but having Michela makes it easier. I use four zips on Kendra's arms, and Michela uses five on each leg segment. I never mentioned more, but her outfit, besides the skirt and bandana, includes a bright blue V-neck blouse, black pantyhose, and black heels. Well, it used to include heels; Michela just zipped Kendra's big toes. Kendra glares at me, but I can't see it. I only know it's a glare because I know her mannerisms so well.

“Let's carry her, baby,” Michela smiles at me, “Then we'll zip her and Jenny to chairs!”
“Yeah!” that idea sounds great to me, “Jenny and Kenny zipped together!”

With that, we pick up the very loud girl and carry her out of the room, down the stairs, and to the living room, where we dump her on the sofa. Michela fetches two dining room chairs for our use in securing Jenny and Kendra. We made a promise, and I fulfill all my promises if possible. We can't leave out Kylie, though, and I take over watching Mary-Ann, Ashley , and Nichole so that my friend can have the pleasure of doing this.

Both girls are blindfolded and squeak when their arms are pulled over the chair backs. Zips are used to first fasten their arms to the backs of the chairs. Then, with rope for Jenny and more zips for Kendra, their torsos are secured. Jenny gets a harness and waist rope while Kendra gets zips on either side of her boobs and at her waist. Their feet are put sole-to-sole, and Michela lovingly uses a mountain of twine to secure their toes together. She also uses the twine to double tie their ankles in the same strand. No one is quite like Michela with twine.

“You did a good job!” Kylie says, and she and Michela bump fists.
“The inmates are in charge now!” my girlfriend responds.
“Let's make things worse for these other three now as well!”
“Mmmmmm!” Nichole sits up and shudders at the flavors of the socks in her mouth.
“We should blindfold all of them,” Kylie continues being our evil mastermind.
“Yeah! These white Gangsta Cops deserve it!” I spank Ashley and grab a blue bandana.

This is the first time Kendra has been tied up outside of professional work since the winter TUG Olympics day. That's how rarely she will play with us, and that is almost exclusively so she can play with Jenny. One cannot understate the love, as you saw in their brief banter. Kendra can be extremely difficult to like for some, but inside she's as much of a cuddle buddy as Jenny. It's just that Kendra is more reserved about when she displays that soft side.

Michela uses an orange bandana to blindfold the Gangsta Queen. We have taken both the Queen and the Princess! We're the dominators today, girls! An idea comes to my mind for what to do with Mary-Ann, and I grab the roll of the wider electrical tape. Oh, yeah, your guess might be on the money.

“Mmmm!” my friend wails when I start with a fresh layer of tape gag. I wrap more and more of her face. First I blindfold her with the tape, as cruel as it is since she's effectively blind without her glasses. Then I wrap up her head until only her nose is exposed, but I am careful because she does have asthma even if she doesn't have allergies. This girl will be watched at all times. I will not even spank or tickle her like that.

Nichole has both allergies and asthma, but she is considerably more robust than Maddy. Nichole can handle tickling and spanking regardless of the gag, but Maddy needs a ball gag or ring gag if I am to do those to her. We’ll see; I might just change it. Regardless, both lack endurance for an intense challenge like I can put to these other three.

“Well, girls, what’ll we do? Shall we take over the video games for now?” Kylie asks us.
“I’m all for taking that route!” I am quite cheerful, “As long as I can keep Mary-Ann beside me.”
“Michela?”
“Let's do it! Put them in safe view and then take the fun away from them!” my girlfriend smiles.
“All right, then. Let's set this all up so we can do just that!” our captain stands up with a grin.
“I’m going to just hogtie Ashley and Nichole first,” Michela laughs a little.
“Sounds good to me.”

Jenny and Kendra are crushed against chairs. Mary-Ann is duct taped. Nichole and Ashley are hogtied. All have scrumptious gags. Now, it's time for the part for which we’ve all been waiting quite eagerly. The inmates are in charge now, and it's time to assert ourselves in ways that prove that, even in roleplay, we love and torture, in true Cool Girls’ Club fashion.

UP NEXT: Having our ways with the guards, cops and warden!

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Lavender Bandana Gang 1: The Inmates Are Running the Prison
Chapter 4
Saturday, June 11, 2016

“Mmmmmmmmm!” Mary-Ann groans when Kylie tapes her thighs to her chest.
“Why did you do that to her?” Michela asks as blankly as ever.
“Because she’s Mary-Ann and loves it, don’t you honey?” Kylie gives her a tap on the butt.
“Mmmphhhhh!” no one stays in character better than Miss Maddy!

Maybe that was true, but no one can have fun like Jenny. She might disapprove of our acts as models or that we model at all, but she loves the cosplay as much as Mary-Ann; maybe she likes it even more. Every opportunity she has had to cosplay for bondage, she has taken it. We have done pirate and cowboy games before, but cops were new for her.

“Mmmmm!” Jenny groans in her chair tie.
“Mmmppphhh,” Mary-Ann continues in her taping.
“Mmmm mmm mmmm!” Kendra protests her own chair tie.
“Guuhhhh!” Nichole struggles in her hogtie.
“Grrrrr!” Ashley is helpless in her brutal hogtie.

Michela, Kylie, and I are winners. We're losers in the eyes of society, but in spirit we're winners. Today, we're winners at the game of TUGs. How do we celebrate? By taking over the games, of course! This video game system is ours now! It's not much, but it's a start anyway. You're here to read about the spanking and tickling anyway. These cops deserve to be forced to really taste the flavors of the respective socks in their mouths anyway.

We’re unable to resist. They’re bound. They’re gagged. They’re blindfolded. They’re cute. They’re helpless. They’re unable to resist. It’s perfect. We have to do it. After all, we run this prison now, anyway. Our prison, our rules. Our rules say that Ashley and Nichole need to get a good spanking and that Jenny and Kenny need to get a good tickling.

“I want a toothbrush so I can take my fellow blondes,” Kylie playfully laughs.
“Well, Michela, do you want Ashley, or Nichole?” I turn to my girlfriend.
“How about we share and spank them in rhythm? You get Ashley first. I want Nichole.”
“I’d like that,” I respond and turn to the girl in the white headband.
“Sweet!” Michela similarly turns to the girl in the white kerchief.
“Ladies, it’s a pleasure,” Kylie begins tickling Jenny and Kenny.
“Something about lavender bandana gangs,” Michela mutters to herself and giggles.
“What did you say?” Kylie can barely hear over the toothbrush and cackling of her victims.
“Michela’s just enjoying herself too much, and so am I!”

Spanking appeals to all of us in different ways, and I do mean all of us. I’m only speaking from the perspectives of our current positions, to be fair. The same holds true of tickling, with each of us cherishing something different about the torture. Torture has different connotations for all of us as well, in part because most of us have been truly tortured or have tortured others.

SMACK! Spanking is such sweet music to my ears. SMACK! That sound has so many good memories. SMACK! The wails of “Owwww!” that go with it are satisfying in ways other tortures aren't. SMACK! Ashley cannot stop me, and I love it because I’m such a sadistic freak at heart. SMACK! She cries out, “Mmm!” SMACK!. I’m in charge of her now though. SMACK! This prison’s helpless against me. SMACK!
SMACK! Ashley, girl, I love you. SMACK!

“Trade?”
“Trade.”

In the other corner, Jenny and Kendra are howling in laughter from Kylie's nails and the brush. I appreciate what she is doing. Tickling is such a pleasure to give and receive. You're in control of a helpless individual, so you make life worse for them. I can get behind that in many ways.

Tickling is progressive. You slowly go from giggling like a happy baby at play to wailing in the throes of indescribable pain. Sometimes it's not even gradual; you just jump from one state to a different one without transition. You're there chortling and next thing you know you're shrieking and using the emergency signal to ask for freedom.

SMACK! “Mmmmmmm!” Can't take it, Nichole? SMACK! Too bad! Today, the inmates are running the prison. SMACK! That's right. Wail. SMACK! I know you too well. You're loving those socks in your mouth. SMACK! In fact, out of all of us here, you're enjoying things, even more than these off-the-wall kinksters. SMACK! It's so obvious. SMACK! You're getting quieter and not squirming as much. That means an episode of “subspace” is coming. SMACK! Yeah, you're in heaven. SMACK! It is a pleasure to send you there. SMACK! I’ll even tickle you a bit to help you along the path.

“Mmmmmm!” Ashley moans softly into her stifling gag.
“Aw, is the little French princess all bound and gagged and helpless?” Michela taunts her.
“Mmm hmm,” the captive responds with refreshing honesty.
“Girls are so much better at this than men are,” I laugh a little, “When we're sick, we're sick.”
“I don't feel so sick,” Kylie said while torturing the Kristensen cousins, “Just playful.”
“No,” I admit, “I actually get a sick kick out of it. But it's balanced by knowing they like it.”
“I appreciate the honesty,” my friend smiled back at me, “See the beauty in yourself more often.”

There was beauty in all of us present, and that's why this day could happen like it did, right? When you realize what goes into friendship, you appreciate it a lot more. Kylie chose tickling to make Jenny and Kendra happy as well as herself. Michela and I spanked Ashley and Nichole, in part, because they both like it so much. In the same manner, Mary-Ann was taped and left to just enjoy herself in her helpless state.

“I think it's time to let Mary go,” Kylie says, “She's tired.”
“I think you’re right,” I nod my head in agreement, “Let’s ignore the others! Just like the prison guards ignored us!”
“Yeah!” Michela likes that idea, “And we’ll hog the video games and remove their blindfolds!”
“And we’ll make Mary sit with her hands cuffed while we use her as a chair!”

Today has been a good day, a fun day, a friendship day. It has been a day of strengthened bonds and of unique adventures. I am sure there will be more since there have been so many before. I am satisfied with my day, and I hope you enjoyed this fun tale.

Until next time.

THE END

Any of these sound particularly interesting to you? Let me know!

Black: Inmates and Gangstas (Ashley, Hannah, & Nichole)
Blue: What TUGs Mean to Her (Hannah, Janie, & Joy)
Brown: Triumph of the Small and Weak (Jenny, Joyce, & Joy)
Green: The Florida Alliance (Janie, Joyce, & Lauren)
Lime Green: Cousins Unite! (Jenny & Kendra)
Navy: The Amateur Kidnapper’s Success (Nichole & Serafina)
Pink: The Original Bandana Gang (Jenny & Joy)
Purple: How to Love Your Big Sister (Ashley, Janie, & Lauren)
Tan: Friends When She Needed Them Most (Joyce & Joy)
White: Size Doesn't Always Matter (Hannah & Nichole)
Yellow: Best Friends Forever! (Jenny, Lauren, & Nichole)

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Black please

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Green, Pink, and Purple interest me!!