Tuesday, May 21, 2019
"Gmmmmm!" I hop around the living room in my bare feet.
"All right, Sammy, get in the suitcase. We gotta get moving soon!" my abductor orders me.
"Gmmmmm!" I repeat my protest, trying to be as difficult for them as I could possibly be.
"That does it!" my abductor's identical twin grabs a small paddle and whacks me, "MOVE!"
"GUHHHHHH!" I howl in response to that escalation and began hopping.
"C'mon, Gangsta Row, play along with us!" the one without a paddle more kindly speaks.
I look the identical twins in the eyes and looked down at my bonds. It's a short story how we got here, but I'll be brief even though I can talk a lot. It's summer, and college rowing continues into summer after the spring semester ends. We'd come back from rowing practice, and both of my friends here, one of whom is on the rowing team—the sweet one, not the paddler—followed me home and grabbed me—without telling me! I was genuinely kidnapped in friendship and fun!
It's hard to hop when your toes are tied, but I love toe ties. Don't bother tying me up unless you plan to strip my feet and tie my toes. Don't let those socks go to waste, but, then again, I did not get gagged with my socks; I see them in one abductress's hand. They're both barefoot? If I have dirty socks… Gross! Oh, but it's so humiliating! Going off the texture and size, they must have been wearing ankle socks. My mind's drifting away from it…
"Stay with us!" the sweeter twin playfully jerks on my braid, bringing me back to the living.
"Owwwwwww!" I yell in response, and I get a potent shot of the taste of both girl's toe cheese.
"Sammy, you're so adorable when you're like this. It makes every second like a fairy tale."
"Gmmmmmm!" I hop and look down at my feet in embarrassment; I'm not a blusher like some.
"Quit yammerin' and get jammin'!" the bossier twin points to the suitcase.
"Nmm mmmm mmmmm!" am I talking just to make myself taste those awful socks?
It's always a fun series of choices in TUGs, especially when you're the captive:
- Obedient or disobedient
- Passive or combative
- Try to escape or not trying to escape
- Expressive or reclusive
- Defiant or fearful
I sat down on the sofa and looked at my captors. The die was cast in favor of defiance, and when I am defiant I become a handful. I've had some tell me I am the strongest of all Cool Girls, but it has not been tested in fair conditions. I look at my ropes and at them. Without further thought, I dive headlong into defiance. I guess this is how it will be. I twist my arms to pick at the ropes.
"Don't do that!" the sweeter twin becomes just as dominant, though, and grabs my arms.
"Gmmmmmm!" I protest, but I have earned a waist rope and a harness now.
"I told you, Liz!" the crasser twin rebukes the sweeter one, "She needed to be tied better!"
"Suck it," Liz retorts while tying me, "Remember, Leah, you could have done it yourself!"
"Mmmmmmm!" I resist, but Leah spanks me twice on each butt cheek, "Owww!"
"Behave yourself, Sammy!" my friend bosses me, "You're the one who's bound and gagged!"
I start thrashing like a caged wild animal. I guess I should describe myself and my situation. My outfit is simply bright blue gym shorts, a navy t-shirt, and my patternless monochromatic bright tiedye blue bandana headband I like to call "meteorologist's blue" because it looks like clouds on a blue sky. Ropes tie my arms behind my back at the wrists, forearms, and elbows. It's tight and strong. My legs are tied together at my ankles, knees, and lower and upper thighs. It's all strong brown rope, and brown twine tied my big toes together. Now, they're tying a harness and a waist rope to take away my ability to fight back against them. It's so much fun for all of us.
"Mmmmmmm!" In my mouth are four socks, the two Liz had worn and two Leah had worn, and a bright blue bandana cleave gag initially held them in my mouth. Many roughly wrapped layers of clear tape squeezed my face and ensured my silence. Now, a red bandana blindfolds me so the kidnappers can exert more control of me since I cannot see them any longer. It is a good feeling.
"Behave!" Leah playfully grabs my braid to warn me. I am very Russian looking despite being half Finnish, but I was born in St. Petersburg! Pale blonde hair with natural brown streaks and blue-green eyes are how God made me, and I like to keep my hair in a long braid because I am a vain thing that loves her hair too much, and it's harder to see my hair like this. It stymies pride. I am tall, too, standing at 5'9", and I am a powerful rower despite seemingly looking emaciated.
"Mmmmmm!" I protest, but they are shoving me into the suitcase. I fight them because I should not go down easily. My mother and my landlady both would tease me if I surrendered. Liz zips the bag shut around me, and they begin wheeling me out of the apartment, away from a life that I love very much, to take me as their hostages. Thankfully, we are all having fun right now, and of course there is more fun to come… especially for my landlady, Mrs. Nichole Petersen.
BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP down the 15 stairs with me inside the suitcase. I don't protest since it is not in my nature to say more than my usual plaintive "Mmmmmm!" I know I could say more if I wanted to be more annoying, but why would I do that when I can say "Mmmmmm!" like it's an addictive drug designed to give me shots of dirty sock flavor. Liz and Leah, you taste awful. I struggle inside the suitcase, but I become the subject of a brief drama instead.
"Make sure no one can hear you, Nichole, our sweet," Liz says with a spring in her voice.
"Listen up. We got Sammy," Leah gently taps the suitcase with her foot, "Hostage, understood?"
"Mmmmmmmmm!" I wail and squirm to move the suitcase with perfect timing.
"If you want to see her safe and sound, we expect a bakery brownie each," Liz continues.
"Bring them to Armstrong. Come alone. By the black fountain. One hour!" Leah adds to it.
"Gmmmmmmmm!" I do fancy myself as playing my role to absolute perfection.
"All right! Send her the video," Leah says with, I am sure, a big playful grin on her face.
I'd been kidnapped for bakery brownies the twins could buy with their pocket change. This here is a perfect example of how Cool Girls love one another. I have seen hostage games before, but I have never been the one held hostage. I have held Liz and Leah hostage before along with others who have since graduated from our beloved Minnesota Tech and moved to new places, but I now am getting to experience the thrill of being the hostage in my own right. I love it.
The suitcase, with me inside, is placed in the backseat of the car, behind the front passenger seat, which Leah takes and pushes back so that suitcase is pinned between the rear bench and her seat to ensure I don't slide around. I'm left to go "Mmmmmm!" into the gag, squirm against the rope that binds me, and enjoy myself in general. I'm going to be like this for around an hour, and that is not a challenge for me at all. I've more than once slept while bound and gagged.
"So, what's the plan? You said to bring two suitcases," Liz asks the ever-clever, quieter twin.
"You don't think we're in this just for brownies, do you? We're going to capture Nichole," Leah responds with a giggle, "And stuff her in the other suitcase with Sammy's socks in her mouth!"
"Oh, gross! Leah Ralston, you're evil! That's gonna be so cool!" Liz laughs while driving away.
"Believe me, it's gonna be totally awesome!" I can picture the mastermind's eye roll.
"Mmmmmmmm!" I gag talk for their entertainment, repeating my helpless call, "Mmmmmm!"
"You're going nowhere, Samantha," then Leah laughs maniacally, "Mua ha ha haaaaaaa!"
I blink my eyes and enjoy the sound of my eyelashes brushing against the red bandana blindfold. I enjoy so many aspects of TUGs that it's sometimes hard to focus on one thought to share with all of you readers. What's best? The socks in my mouth? The blindfold? The ropes tying me up so effectively that they're like a sausage casing? The suitcase? You decide for yourself.
This is it for me, I guess. I'm stuck here until the Twins are done with me and Nichole. It'll be a lot of fun, but I must be patient. I trust the Twins to make sure I'm not bored while waiting for a sweet ransom payment to be made. They're really going to do this to Nichole, huh? Certainly it will not be so bad because my socks will have dried out by then since my socks were taken from me at the start of this captivity. They won't taste good, but they won't be wet and putrid.
I remember my first game like it was yesterday. I was shocked when my elbows so easily came together for an elbow tie, and I instantly fell in love with the sensation of being bound. My first gag was a dirty sock gag. I knew before it entered my mouth that it would be humiliating, that I would like it, and that it would be the first of many. Now, friends often plan games so that either I or my captor will have the sweatiest, nastiest socks possible to be used as part of my gag when I am suddenly kidnapped. Sudden kidnappings with nasty sock gags are my favorite TUGs.
I can imagine Nichole already. She has navy gym shorts, a navy school t-shirt, and a navy camo kerchief bandana. She always has a bandana holding her hair back because she loves them more than any other article of clothing. White crew socks and black canvas sneakers completed one of her classic "Gangsta Queen" looks that characterize her sweet, modest personality. The bandana is the only outward symbol that an otherwise ordinary girl is truly extraordinary.
My imagination pictures her hearing the text sound, but she's too busy mixing chemicals. I then imagine her taking her time to finish her duty before carefully discarding her gloves and going to check the notification. Seeing the hostage video, she looks for a quiet corner of the laboratory so she can listen by herself, and she giggles while she watches the video and hears the demands that are being made by Liz and Leah. She shakes her head and says, "Gangsta Twins!"
"Mmmmmmm!" I groan into Liz and Leah's socks some more despite the flavor. Humiliation is an addicting drug, and the hot of dirty sock flavors is extremely humiliating because I can't stop it except by ceasing to gag talk. The occasional attempts to talk though are part of the charm for me, so to stop talking is to stop being me. I wouldn't like that, and neither would my captors. I don't move too much when I'm tied up unless I have something to gain from it. I guess I'm a bit selfish in that particular regard because I know most captors like an active captive, but I figure if I am going to move around I'm either getting sweaty, exciting myself, or trying to escape.
"Sammy, we'll open the suitcase if you'll behave while we wait 5 more minutes," Liz teases me.
"Mmm hmm," I say, nodding my head in the dark confines where I cannot be seen.
"All right," Leah opens the suitcase, but nothing changes quite yet because of my blindfold.
"Remember, this is coming back after you've watched us kidnap Nichole!" Liz says, unknotting the red bandana that had blindfolded me all this time, "Thanks for being such a good sport."
"Mmmmmm!" I say with bright, shining eyes because I'm so happy to be tied up right now.
"Nice day for a kidnapping," Leah looks at the darkening sky, "What do meteorologists say?"
"Mm mmm mmm mm mmmm mm mmmmm!" I tell her that it looks like rain is coming.
"Weather radar shows rain soon. Good thing we set things up so Nichole can walk," Liz adds.
I'm permitted to lie down on my stomach in the back of the car, with Liz sitting right on my legs and sometimes tickling while Leah sits on my back and either spanks or my butt tickles my ribs. I am always being filmed by one while the other "tortures" me. Either way, I'm a human chair, but I like it. It's so humiliating to be reduced to a butt cushion like this, especially since my arms are so tightly bound behind my back, meaning Leah is sitting on my arms as well. I can picture a scene in my mind despite all the stimulation I am experiencing. Don't worry; I'll be detailing the tickling and spanking and stuff. But, right now, let's imagine Nichole again.
Can't you see it? Her brown eyes look down at the video; she giggles as she walks to the bakery to fulfill the ransom demands. She runs her hands through her curly brown hair to fluff it up the way she likes it to be, and she adjusts the navy camouflage bandana. No one in the bakery has a clue why such a big smile is to be found on her face, but it's there and it's real. She almost hops out of the bakery, and she practically is hopping all the way to her rendezvous, unaware that the real point of this ransom is so that the twins can kidnap her and stuff her in a suitcase too.
"Mmmmmmm!" is how I react to spanking. It's an overstated reaction, to an extent, because the spanks have to be pretty hard for me to feel enough pain to wish to actually say "Ow." Call it the Russian in me or something. I'm a tough girl, so my protests are from a practical standpoint and not rotted in actual pain. On the other hand, when I go "Gmmm hmm hmmmmmmmm!" when I am being tickled, the reaction is spot truthful. I am very ticklish and react explosively, and this is commonly exploited by people to both my delight and theirs. Of course, all these things result in a delicious burst of flavor from Liz and Leah's feet via their ankle socks stuffed in my mouth. It is so disgusting, but it's so humiliating and therefore so good. I don't know why I love it.
"Gangsta Row!" Nichole's voice interrupts the moment and cheekily adds, "Gangsta Twins."
"Gangsta Queen!" Liz gets off me, "Let's roll, Leah, and take care of this one, too."
"Hand over the brownies to me," Leah commands Nichole, "This is a kidnapping TUG."
"Hands in the air," the other twin adds, playfully pointing a squirt gun at Nichole, "now."
"You're a couple of conniving backstabbers," Nichole tries to insult them, but she's giggling too much to be convincing to anyone, but she complies with the commands, "Evil Gangsta Twins!"
"Put a sock in it," I watch Leah stuff my socks, now long dry, into Nichole's mouth.
"HELLLL!" Nichole knows we are alone in this unusual location and feels free to call for help.
Nichole's eyes grow wide in panic when a red bandana cleave gags her. She is a natural girl for schemes like this because of her modeling experience where she often plays the captive in much darker and intense scenarios than this. The bandana is tightly knotted, jamming the socks deep into her mouth. Leah grabs a roll of clear tape while Liz uses brown rope to tie Nichole's crossed wrists behind hers. The clear tape is wrapped around Nichole's head 8 times, sealing her lips so the red bandana is visible. The Gangsta Queen joins the Gangsta Row in Gangsta Twin love.
Nichole loves fighting back as much as I love submitting. But we like TUGs more or less in this same style with elaborate, cheesy plots, ridiculous acting, dirty sock gags, spanking, tickling, and a silly sense of friendship. Friendship is why we're safe doing this with one another. TUGs only are our common bond and the thing that brought us together, but we have enough to maintain our friendships even without TUGs. Through TUGs, we discovered other things about each other.
"GMMMMM! HELL EE! Humuhhy hell ee!" Nichole struggles, "Ahhhhhhhh!"
"MMMMMM!" I struggle in my frustration, watching the formation of Nichole's breast harness.
"Quick! Let's get these legs restrained!" Liz says, "It'll rain any second now!"
"I'm on it! Let's do this!" Leah agrees with the weather report, "Let's torture our dear friends!"
"Geh ee ouh uh thith!" the Gangsta Queen's demands were loud and clear despite her bonds.
"Let's do it like Sammy!" one of the Gangsta Twins concluded, "Tie them up really well!"
Nichole also received a waist rope like I did and ropes at her ankles, knees, and lower and upper thighs. Unlike me, she still has her socks and shoes, but a bright yellow bandana blindfold steals her sight. The same red bandana as before blindfolds me again, and we are pushed into suitcases for transport. I am put back in the same suitcase as before, with Nichole stowed away similarly to how I was put in the one suitcase, but Nichole is behind the driver's seat in her confinement. I am having fun; Nichole is having fun; the Twins are having fun. Isn't it wonderful?
When the car parks, the suitcases come out, and we're wheeled up the stairs to the apartment that was the site of my initial kidnapping at the hands of the sweet Gangsta Twins. It's so much fun! BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP up the 15 stairs with us inside the suitcases. I don't protest as much as Nichole, only letting out philosophical "Mmmmmmmm!" sounds so I can enjoy the gag and they can enjoy my muffled utterance. Liz and Leah, your socks still taste horrible after all this time. I struggle inside the suitcase, but Nichole is loudly calling out "HELLLLLL!" since the Twins are acting relaxed enough to assure us that no one can hear her damsel-in-distress wailing.
"Here we are, safe and sound. Leah, I think Sammy wants a new gag," Liz menaces me.
"That would require us to unwrap all that tape on her face," Leah is more practical about it.
"Yeah, but think of what we can put in her mouth instead!" the former refers to Nichole's socks, I figure, "Something scrumptious and delicious and thoroughly embarrassing for her!"
"Eh ee ou oh thith!" Nichole continues squirming inside the one suitcase.
"Mmmmmmmm!" I guess I'm OK with this; this gag has almost lost all of its humiliating flavor.
"Let's do it! It'll make Sammy even happier!" I can tell Liz is only focused on my happiness.
How little they realize that I can be a bit of a nuisance in my own right. While they stand around debating my next phase of humiliation, I'm squirming on the floor in silence trying to get a rope or the blindfold to budge. I am stymied, though, when they approach me with surgical precision to torture my tastebuds with the newest flavor on the menu at "Gangsta Twins' Socks and More." I really don't mind that they're unwrapping the tape or unknotting the bright blue bandana that's been my cleave gag for the last 2 or more hours. The bandana is soaking wet, and the tape has started to loosen. I have my own style of resistance that I hope you will enjoy. I see nothing of what is happening, but my inferences continue to be accurate. I guess I know my friends, right?
"No," I calmly and firmly say, clamping my lips shut despite my blindfold, "Nmm mmm."
"Unhie ee ou ontherith eeinhs!" Nichole continues to delight us three with her gag talk.
"Did you hear that, Liz? She said ‘No' to the new gag. I guess that's it then, huh?" Leah taunts.
"I guess so. I'll just have to tickle her ribs instead," the other twin immediately pushes into me.
"Ommmph! MMMMMMMMM!" I moan into the horrible taste of Nichole's sweaty socks.
"Nichole put a full day into those socks," Liz says while cleave gagging me with a pink bandana, "You should be more appreciative of all that effort she made to sweat so this would be as sweaty as possible! Why, Sammy Räänta, you ingrate," and she makes an exaggerated gasp, "Bad girl!"
I am rolled onto my stomach on the carpet and put into a tight hogtie, albeit a classic hogtie from my ankles to my wrists. They could have delighted me with a painful hairtie, but they wanted to watch a show of a simpler nature. I didn't yet know what they did to Nichole, but I wanted to be an escapist today. Sure, I am not the most talented girl at escaping ropes, but I am quite capable of escaping something practical like this hogtie. In fact, the lack of tickling or spanking gave me silent permission to escape the ropes… if I can do so successfully.
Nichole is loud and obnoxious to them, and they decide to let me have my attempt at freedom so they can focus on spanking and tickling Nichole instead. The Gangsta Queen is a frustrating girl to hold captive despite her weakness and her size, and that makes her so delightful to have in my arms on the occasions that I am the one kidnapping her. She squirms so much, but she's unable to do anything because of her weakness. Can't you feel her squirming in your arms while you're hand gagging her? She really is a precious person, though, and I'm joyfully privileged to be her friend, to call her my landlady, and to witness the simple romances she has with her husband.
My first task is rubbing my face against the ground to try to remove the blindfold. It's not easy to do this, and I mutter some gagged complaints in Russian (not profane; I don't use profanity at all). After several attempts, my eyes get a peak of the carpet, and soon I can see for real. Well, I don't see too much without my glasses; I have poor vision. Still, I can turn to see Nichole with a pair of Gangsta Twins. One sits on her thighs and tickles her ribs; the other sits cross-legged on the floor and tickles her feet. I can't tell for certain, but I think she has a sneaker over her nose.
"Guh huh huh huhhhhhhhh!" Nichole cackles because of the tickling.
"Gangsta Queen, we're tickling you to exhaustion and eating the brownies while you watch!"
"Mmmmmm," I quietly grumble before lowering my legs to the floor, having escaped the hogtie.
"Next time we go for the heavy adult TUG," I hear Liz say, "And more intensity!"
"Mmmmmm," I repeat my grumble knowing I still have another 10 bonds to escape.
"Oh, that sounds awesome!" Leah concurs, "You need variety to keep things interesting!"
"Hahhy! Hammy! Hell eeeee!" my helpless landlady thinks I can do something to help her. Ha!
I squirm a little, shimmying my arms behind my back. I don't think they care if I escape. I rock a little to spring myself up to a standing position, and I quietly hop over to the closed door to my bedroom and use the handle like a hook to help unknot the ropes while Nichole howls in laughter at the hands of the Twins. It's a blurred image, but that's definitely my sneaker on her nose. The quietest "Hmph!" comes out of me while I use the handle to get the rope off my wrists. My own sounds are drowned out by Nichole's gagged pleas for help and laughter.
I hop a foot away from the door handle and shimmy my arms some more until I feel that rope fall off my wrists and to the floor. I still need help to get the other ropes off my arms, though, but it's a good start considering it's only been a couple of minutes. I like the feeling of the red bandana I have around my neck knowing it once blindfolded me. It's like turning part of my captivity into a part of my outfit in Cool Girl style. As is usually true, the three major restraints are the wrists, the elbows, and the waist. These ropes restrain your arms the most, with the forearm rope being a part that is only effective so long as the other three are still holding strong.
"Unhle! Unhle!" Nichole uselessly cries out into my socks and only gets a sniff of my sneaker.
"Uncle? Really, Gangsta Queen?" Liz rolls her eyes with a laugh, "That's the best you've got?"
"Last I checked, ‘Uncle' is not a safeword in the Cool Girls' Club lexicon!" Leah taunts Nichole.
"I bet you were imagining yourself cuddling Sammy while we went home with brownies!" Liz is a genius at needling others, "You never knew it was a master plan to kidnap you, too!"
"Don't worry, Nichole," the other twin adds, "We'll let you watch while we eat them."
"Ha ha haaaaaa! HELLLLLLL!" but all my landlady can do is laugh, squirm, taste, and sniff.
I let out a quiet sigh and shimmy my arms a few more times, and to my surprise I manage to get the ropes off my once tightly bound arms. Two hours of squirming, struggling, useless wailing "Mmmmmm!" eventually do that, I guess. I quietly hop over to the table, unknot the cleave gag and pull Nichole's socks out of my mouth. My bottle of water is where I let it, and I take a gulp of the clear, precious, moisturizing fluid to alleviate my parched mouth after so much time spent with various dirty sock gags in my mouth. Then I notice the box on the table: the brownies. My leg bonds, the harness, and the waist rope can wait to be removed from my body. I have a prank to play on a couple of Gangsta Twins who most definitely deserve a little playful punishment.
I sit there quietly eating one of the brownies while watching Nichole get tickled until she's red in the face from it. Her husband is going to wonder what kind of wild adventure went on today and burst into laughter when I tell him what unfolded in his absence. I take a bite of brownie and use my time chewing the sweet treat to untie the ropes binding me. All the while, the twins tease and tickle Nichole, forgetting about their primary captive in their excitement. They see me sitting at the table, but my motions are subtle and controlled so that no one knows that I am robbing them of the treats for which they'd originally kidnapped me. From Liz and Leah's nasty sweaty socks to Nichole's nasty sweaty socks to eating a brownie… what a culinary experience!
I untie the string on my big toes and playfully wiggle all of my free toes with a stifled giggle as I don't want to draw more attention to myself beyond that of my escape. The Twins do turn for an occasional glance at me, but they don't care that I am escaping. Nichole needs freedom, though, because I hear her asthma flaring. It's an unfortunate thing that sometimes hampers play, mostly in winter, though, but she's starting to have some difficulty breathing on account of the gag. It is time for her to have the gag removed at minimum even if the Twins don't untie her. They lead a hopping, panting Nichole over to the table and help her to take a seat on one of the chairs.
"I'm going to take a shower," I announce, knowing my treachery, "Thanks for a fun time!"
"You're very welcome," Liz, my close friend, hugs me, "It was a blast playing with you!"
"Have fun!" I say and quickly bound away to grab clean clothing, and I dash into the bathroom.
"Sammy! You can't leave me here with them!" Nichole cackles while taking deep breaths.
"Oh, boy, brownies here we come!" Leah announces and approaches the box to open it.
"Yes. Yes, I can, and I must!" I say and quickly shut the door to the bathroom.
"What's up with her?" and "I don't know" are heard behind me as I turn on the water and strip.
"Come on, Liz and Leah, you're gonna give me a bite, too, right?" Nichole says with a whine.
"SAMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY!" I soon hear just as I step into the water.
"Haa haaa haaaaaaa!" I let out a boisterous laugh.
Liz, Leah, and Nichole, I love you.
THE END