One Life to Live (F+/F+) - Conclusion

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One Life to Live

Death is a scary topic for real. My own story is one about escaping death, but Kendra, one of my most beloved friends, also had a close brush with death. Her story is very different from mine. I could explain, but you need to read it yourself in order to understand. Kendra Kristensen wasn’t an ordinary young woman in the eyes of the general population; in fact, she was, and is, quite the extraordinary young woman.

Read herein how Kendra faced death headlong and won and how she, in the process, inspired all of her friends and loved ones, made amends with her long since estranged family, and solidified a place for herself in the hearts of many, many people.

Chapter 001: The News
Saturday, June 8, 2018

It was a beautiful, tear jerking mass. Mary-Ann Voisin and her boyfriend of 3 years, Nathan Jamison, tied the knot to begin holy matrimony. We divided the church into two sides for his family and her family. Her side was much emptier, but it included me as well as all the other bridesmaids. One Kendra Gentry was the matron of honor. Then I stood second followed by others… Many of us in those two front rows had a thing in common with the bride.

We’d been her fellow inmates in the Mudville Juvenile Detention Center.

It was a beautiful party, really incredible, and I couldn't imagine the labor it took to come up with these ideas even if it was overall a simple affair. We somehow did it all for Mary-Ann: the food, the decorations, and all except the clothes. We did it all from scratch, and it was at the party that night that things first went awry.

“I’m so proud of you,” I said to M.A. (said “Ma”), “Finally, happiness.”
“Yeah, I know,” she took her husband's hand, “It was hard to resist at times.”
“Mary, I love you, but I have a splitting headache from it all,” Kendra interjected, “I’ll go home now, if you don't mind.”
“No, I don't mind. You were here for the mass, the toast, and the photos.”
“Ma, she gets a lot of headaches lately,” I was worried about Kendra after she’d left.
“She's got a four month old baby,” M.A. shrugged it off.

Sunday, June 17, 2018

I had just finished up my college summer. At the time, I still lived with an old friend of mine, Nichole, who was also a married woman. Nichole and her husband had their room, and I had mine. I needed one last class to graduate due to a clerical error in my transfer from community college. Now, I am readying to move back in with my ex for a while to do some scenes for some studios before I move down south with my parents at the beginning of August.

Hannah if u don’t have class, meet me, Ash, Jenn, and Mary for lunch, Kendra texted me.
I finished Thursday. It’s an hour, but I’ll be there. Where? I responded
Northside Park. We can eat at BK afterwards.
OK, I fire back and get ready for the trip to Mudville.

Kendra liked meeting us for meals and coffee and such. It was the time where she really came alive and would open up in a deeper, more meaningful way. Kendra and I had a lot of fun, especially with Mary-Ann, over the years. I mentioned studios and scenes already. Here goes.

Kendra “retired” to be a mother. Mary-Ann is Roman Catholic; Kendra converted and entered Catholicism with Mary-Ann as her sponsor. Now I am converting and will enter the Church with Kendra as my sponsor. For a mixture of religious and personal reasons, Kendra semi-retired and only did work when she felt up to it.

I might be a college student who works at a Best Buy in summer. Mary-Ann might be a delivery driver for FedEx. All three of us shared a side-gig with many of our fellow inmates. We were bondage models, and good ones at that, with M.A. and Kendra in particular having appeared in hundreds of scenes at nearly every trustworthy studio in the Twin Cities area. More than that, M.A. just split the costs of buying the studio at which we all made our modeling debut. Ashley got sprung from prison last of all, moved in with M.A. and Kendra as a 17 year-old, and got a job at Best Buy with me; Ash is full-time there and also joined our modeling circuit.

We were stars.

M.A., Ash, and Kenny made a good living doing it, and they used that money to make their lives meaningful. For Kenny, it was a job both at which she was good and by which she paid the rent. She wouldn't have done it without Mary-Ann, though. In every scene in which Kendra appeared, outside our home studio except for 3, Mary-Ann or I was also there. In those 3 exceptions, Ash was there. Kendra had been out for a year, and she was a mother of a girl named Mary. That's how special those two were to each other.

I was the reason Kenny went inside, and I was the reason she became clean too. I was Kendra’s C supplier. She got busted with the “sugar,” and she ratted me out to get a reduced sentence. We ended up in the same pod in juvenile detention, hours after one another. There we met M.A. and Ashley. Afterwards, unwanted by her family and wearing an ankle monitor, I suggested Kendra move in with M.A.. Moving out was what finally got Kendra to stop all misuse of substances.

Now we are in the present, walking in the park. We’re quite a sight with Kenny being just 5 feet flat, me at 5’4”, M.A. a bit above 5’7”, and Ash just a bit shorter than M.A. at 5’7” flat. I’m on Kendra's left, M.A. is on the right, and Ash is to my left. We have taken numerous walks in this. fashion. Jenny is a precious regular of the group, but she is moving away soon. Jenny is special as Kendra’s favorite cousin, and she's only a bit taller than Kenny and walking beside Mary-Ann.

Kendra and Jenny are blonde-brown haired girls, very Danish as the surname Kristensen would lead you to believe. Both have pale skin that burns easily, but both love being in the sunlight of the park. Trainers, t-shirts, and bandana headbands are on each. Jenny worships the older girl, and the older one adores the younger. Kendra regularly tells me that my encouraging her to talk to Jenny was one of the greatest things anyone ever did for her.

I’m a true blonde, platinum blonde. All three of us blondes have firm, toned muscles all over our bodies, but Jenny’s leg muscles are bigger from four years of collegiate competition on both the track and cross-country teams. All of us have our hair coming about halfway down our backs. We all have nice, proportional tits and beautiful eyes. Kendra's are brown; Jenny’s and mine are blue. Beautiful they are regardless of color.

Ashley is French and beautiful. Her accent alone is worth 1000 smiles. She was born there, and she moved to America as a 9 year old. During her time in juvie, she made an effort to preserve her language and her accent despite being surrounded by girls born here in southern Minnesota. Her dark hair and vivacious chocolaty eyes made her popular with girls and guys alike.

And then there’s Mary-Ann Voisin.

Mary-Ann is tall, and her brown hair is uncontrollable. Her tits are large and floppy, hence why I call her “Maddy” for “M.A.D” since they’re natural D cups that are a thrill with which to play. I am very bisexual and have no shame about it. She has a scrumptious natural tan, strong bones, a perfect muscle tone, and a pair of beautiful brown eyes that always betray her inner pain despite what her mood may be.

“I love walking this park with you girls, enjoying nature,” Kendra pushes a stroller.
“I'm so glad to just be here,” Mary-Ann puts a hand on the small woman’s shoulder.
“We have to make the most of it. God, my head hurts,” Kendra stops and sits down.
“Kendra, are you all right?” I feel a chill go down my spine, “What's wrong?”
“I know what's wrong. That's why I need you girls here,” she chokes up.
“Kenny, calm down. We're here for you,” I brush a couple of hairs out of her face.
“I knew before the wedding and didn't want to ruin your day, Mary.”
“Kendra!” Ashley's voice wavers, and the empathetic girl seems to know instinctively.
“Cousin, talk to me,” Jenny squeaks in distress, “What's wrong?!”
“I’m sorry. It's the Kristensen curse. I have a brain tumor.”
“You're… you're dying?!” Mary-Ann’s voice cracks up, and she drops to her knees.
“Not yet! I’m not going down without a fight. You know me, but…”
“Nooooo!!” Mary-Ann shrieks and clutches her friend’s legs, “Kendra, no! Nooooo!”

Kendra is the one who is sick, but a piece of all four of us is going to die if she dies. Jenny is curled up in a ball on the bench with her head on Kendra’s shoulder. I am sitting next to her with her head on my chest and quietly comforting her. Mary-Ann is pounding the ground in a mixture of anger and sadness. Ash stands behind Kenny, quietly sobbing and running her fingers through our friend’s hair. When we finally stop our tears, Kendra makes her desires clear.

“Girls, I want to make the most of my time… in case it's too late.”
“What do you want?” Mary-Ann dries her tears with her shirt sleeve.
“Promise me you'll fulfill it. All of you. It means too much to me. Promise!”
“Kendra,” I take her hand, “We’ll do it. I promise.”
“You can count on me!” Ashley forces a smile.
“Mary!” Kendra looks at Mary-Ann with desperation and turns to Jenny, “Cousin?”
“Anything for you,” Mary-Ann chokes on her words.
“Kendra, I’ll do anything I can to help, but I have my limits,” Jenny softly squeaks.

Kendra outlines her requests, things that indeed she wanted us to do.

(1) A scene with Nabber Cellar, a local studio known for putting its models in extreme bondage, usually with nudity and such involved. We would all be tied up together for the scene along with my ex-girlfriend and some others, and Kendra said she wrote the script.

(2) Jenny’s homemade apple pie for us all to share.

(3) A scene with Tied After Class where she, Ash, and Mary-Ann are “kidnapped” by me.

(4) A follow-up set where she, Ashley, and Mary-Ann get “revenge” on me.

(5) A scene with the four of us tied by another girl I will mention then.

(6) One last appearance in “Girls Gone Wild” with the Bondagettes of Pod F, her prison friends.

(7) Playing video games with me, my ex, and Jenny at my ex’s house and one at Jenny's.

(8) One last time helping Mary-Ann dominate Jenny.

(2), (7), and (8) have to come soon because Jenny is moving next week. Kendra tasks me with breaking the news to the rest of her friends from both prison and the Club. Soon, Mary-Ann and I are left alone on the bench when Jenny, Ash and Kendra leaving together. (3)-(6) are easy since Mary-Ann owns TAC. She’ll take any bonuses she gets, but those are the things that are most personally meaningful to her.

“Hannah, I’ll die without Kendra,” Mary-Ann won’t look at me.
“I know. So many memories, especially at TAC and getting coffee with her. Games at Jenny's and Michela’s,” I wrap an arm around her, “But she's fighting, Maddy.”
“You don't really understand,” Mary-Ann looked at her wedding ring, “Kendra was… the first person after Grandpa-Voisin died… What I’m trying to say… We were… I… Hannah, Kendra and you love me. For real. I was a beloved friend. It wasn't until I was taken from my parents I truly understood they didn't love me. Grandpa dying… left me without love… for years I knew no love. Then you talked to me that day at Wal-Mart… you girls changed my life. Next thing I knew, Kendra was coming to my register, and Michela, too. I had meaning again.”
“Kendra's a fighter and might win,” I encourage her, “Let's focus on her requests.”
“My best friend might be dying, you dumbsh-t!” M.A. shocks me by her cursing and the way she stands up to do so, “Excuse me for losing my cool while you’re sitting here being a b-tch snake!”
“Be reasonable!” I stand up and stare her down despite my stature, “Mary-Ann, don't forget that Kendra and I are each other's numero duo. I understand you're upset. You two have a special friendship that goes beyond friendship. We need to keep our heads on straight and make sure her wishes are fulfilled! I can’t live without her either!”
“I’m sorry, Hannah,” she starts walking backwards, “I thought you understood me and loved me like Kendra does. I’ve gotta go,” Mary-Ann turns around, “I’ll call Kristine.”
“Maddy, come back,” I try to get her to turn around, but she breaks into a jog, “I’m sorry!”

How am I supposed to tell two dozen girls that a Cool Girl and fellow survivor may be dying? Kendra loves me so much she told me personally, and I think all of our friends understand that there was a tier reserved for me, M.A., Ash, and Jenny. I take a deep breath and write the sad message before I begin walking back to my car for the long journey back to Minnesota Tech.

Mary-Ann is genuinely scared like a caged animal. She can be a wild thing during a bondage scene, but this behavior is beyond anything I’ve ever seen from her. She had lost everything, and now she's facing the possibility of losing one of the most precious things she has. I have my own inner strife too, and now I am risking losing one of my most meaningful friendships.

Kenny, I wish it were me instead of you.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Chapter 002: Jenny and Me
Sunday, June 17, 2018

“I’m sorry, Hannah. I know what she meant to you. Maybe God made it work out that you’d be moving out next week so you’d be right there for her,” Nichole says to me on the phone, “Maybe she will beat this! Don't give up hope!”
“I’m going to be getting lots of miles this week,” I sigh, “Why couldn’t it be me?”
“It’d be a tragedy if it was any of us! Poor Kendra! She’s only 23, Hannah! We’re 22!”
“Nichole, would Jenny be helped if I spent the night with her?”
“I think you should do that. I know it’s hard, but I think you should move out ASAP. You need Michela more than you need me.”
“Call her parents first. Please. They know me, but I want them to know but not to tell Jenny.”
“Hannah, I need to go and process this myself. I’m sorry; I can’t do that. We’re the same size; wear whatever you need from my drawers at the house. I’ll call Kenny on my own.”

I pick up my phone and try to call Mary-Ann. She doesn’t answer me though. I’ve always been a one-ring pick-up on M.A., but she’s genuinely upset with me. With a sigh of despondency, I drag myself to my car and begin the ride to my next destination. I tell Michela, Alexandra, and Kylie to meet me at Benedetto’s coffee shop in 25 minutes just because “I was in town.” I know neither Michela nor Kylie would see the FB message so soon, and I text Xandra to call ASAP as she is always a moment’s notice away just like Kendra… and Mary-Ann.

“What’s going on with Kendra?!” the sweet Alexandra asks me with deep concern.
“Her headaches are a brain tumor. This might be it,” I say with defeat in my voice.
“Sh-t! This is terrible! Oh, gosh, how did Mary take the news?”
“Maddy’s mind f-cked by this right now. She started screaming and swearing and…”
“And what?!” Alexandra remains calm as can be, “Mary, swearing?! She won’t say ‘Dang.’”
“She questioned how much I love her before running away from me.”
“Try not to cry until you’re settled in for a while,” I could tell she was crying, “See you soon.”

The Kristensen house was my first stop. I quietly knocked and waved through the window on the door, and Mom Kristensen let me in. As soon as I stepped into the house, I knew I had a huge mess on my hands. Poor Jenny was clearly devastated beyond what she’d displayed even in the park.

“Kendra! Whyyyyyyy?! I love you so much cousin!” I hear the wailing from the bedroom.
“Jenny,” I knock on the door, “May I come in?”
“Hannah, why are you here?!” chokes the girl who is curled up in the corner.
“I thought it’d make you feel better if I stayed with you. You’ve loved Kendra your whole life; no one is hurt by this news like you.”
“You know you’re right. Hannah, why?! Why?! Even me! I’m wondering why God’s letting it happen! Me! Miss ‘God can turn this into good somehow’ is in spiritual turmoil! I love Kendra so much! She’s always been so special to me.”
“I don’t know. I wanted you to come with me. To Benedetto’s,” I take her hand.
“Who’s going to be there?” she stands up and looks up at me.
“Only people you already know and love.”
“All right. Hannah, I hope Kendra wins, but what if she loses?” I hear the fear in her voice.
“Then we all lose and, I’m sorry, you and Ross will be the ones losing the most.”

Jenny adjusts the pink camouflage bandana she is wearing as a headband. It goes with the brown gym shorts and pink t-shirt she is wearing; she’s even got brown socks and pink sneakers. Never have I seen Jenny so scared, not even when she learned that Nichole was violently abused by her father. Nichole came into this house as another sister and daughter and found a new home. Now I am acting as Nichole’s liaison to this same family and sharing in their pain.

Benedetto’s has always been Michela’s favorite place to grab an espresso. We all love to eat the homemade treats, and Michela and Alexandra generously ordered for us before Jenny and I even arrived. Only Alexandra knows what’s going on, and she hides it well. Michela’s going to be in for a double surprise.

“A double caramel cappuccino and a blueberry muffin for the girl I love,” Michela announces.
“Michela, I’ve got a surprise,” I say, “Plans changed. I’m moving back down here tomorrow.”
“Sweet,” Michela bites a chocolate chip muffin before noticing Jenny, “Why is she crying?”
“Which one of us tells them?” I look at Jenny, who nervously holds a flavored hot chocolate.
“You tell them. I can’t think clearly,” the small girl, for the first time, seems weak.
“Girls… I knew you wouldn’t see it so soon. Kendra… has a brain tumor.”
“F-ck!” Kylie leans back, slumps, and starts crying, “What about Ross and Mary?”
“What about Mary-Ann too?” Michela asks with wide eyes, “I’m not worrying until the doctor says there’s nothing that can be done.”
“I’m with Michela,” Alexandra holds a bagel, “Make the most of the time but assume the best.”
“Hannah?” Jenny’s face brightens, “We can pray for her anyway.”
“I’m too much of a realist,” I sip my drink before stealing a sip of Michela’s.
“Hey!” Michela steals a sip of mine, “Why’d you do that?”
“Double shot espresso is good too. I need to distract myself. How many times have you woken up at 3:15AM to see me busily texting Kendra?”

Alexandra, Kylie, and Jenny all look at me in surprise. The depth of my relationship with Kenny was never apparent to any of them, although it was clear that the tiers went Mary-Ann then Ross then me and Jenny together. Hardly a day passed without Kendra and Jenny texting, but I easily have at least triple the number of texts sent either direction compared to Jenny.
Michela smiles. She’s known it all along. I was having a good round of bondage-free sex with her when Kendra texted me to tell me she was engaged to Ross, and Michela let me stop to give Kendra my attention. She’s not worried about Kendra yet. In fact, she’s already running through her mind to figure out which saint or saints she’s going to ask to save Kendra.

I can see Kylie’s in a panic. She’s mentally frozen like she’s never experienced before. Never in the years that I’ve known Kylie have I seen her like this. She’s looking left and right with fear as if she’d just been violated by the prison guard, but she’s crying too. She’s scared and confused; I feel the confusion.

“Jenny, eat your muffin,” Michela reaches across to poke her in the arm, “Come on.”
“Oh, all right. Hannah, maybe they’re right. Maybe we should be assuming it will be all right until we know for certain it won’t be.”
“I don’t know. I’m not counting my chickens before they hatch,” I grumble.
“Now, Hannah, were my prayers for you wasted?” Michela asks me like I’m a naughty child.
“All I know is that I need you right now,” I look into Michela’s eyes, “Like before.”
“I know something about brain surgery,” the voice of one Casey Clark interrupts us.
“Take a seat and lecture us,” Alexandra sweetly motions.

Casey is a true blonde with long hair. It took years to get her hair this long, and she wears it with pride, using a white bandana headband to hold it back. The Gangsta Friend had a stroke caused by a brain hemorrhage following a fall as a high school sophomore. Her parents found her half dead in their living room, and emergency brain surgery saved her life. Casey nearly died from it, and now she’s devoted her life to helping others like herself by pursuing the training to become a physical therapist for youth.

She explains to us everything that happened to her during her brain surgeries, the ones that saved her life, and the horror of realizing what had happened to her. She spent much time in medically induced comas until she was well enough to go home, where her mother spent every day with her beloved daughter. It was a lot of patience, and I remember her recovery very well.

“Kendra will need every one of us to love her the way you’ve loved her, Hannah. You wouldn’t be asking her to be your sponsor if you didn’t love her that much. You could have had Michela or Mary-Ann do it, but you chose Kendra for a reason. Your heart and her heart are aligned since you’re both converts to Catholicism. I remember being catatonic after the surgeries. Did she tell you what lobe it’s on?”
“No, she didn’t,” Jenny admits, “She just spilled the news and her wishes. We only talked about my move to Jersey on the way home.”
“Be prepared for the possibility of a stroke, OK?” Casey is honest, “And pray if you do so.”
“If she needs surgery, I know Mary-Ann will take over. She’s a natural nurse,” I nod fearfully.
“Hannah,” Jenny puts a hand on my shoulder, “maybe we should go home and just play some games. Michela? Xandra? Anyone?”
“I need some time alone,” Kylie groans, “Hasn't Pod F suffered enough?” and she takes off.
“I’ll come,” Alexandra walks over and puts her hands on my shoulders too, “For Hannah.”
“I’m game,” Casey smiles, “Hannah’s going to be spending enough time with this girl.”
“Imma check you into the boards,” Michela jokes, “We’re all in it for Kendra, right!?”

Alexandra is sweet as sugar. Wait, I think I said that somewhere before. Never mind. She’s all in on the “fulfill Kendra’s wishes” train. She’s not into video games and doesn’t play at home, but she’s a crowd pleaser. It’s being with her that’s the treat; she’s all about people to a fault at times. She’s also, as I will reveal in the next story, ridiculously kinky without cause unlike all of us Pod F girls, whose kinks and quirks can be pinpointed to exact trauma. Speaking of Pod F, I notice Michela and I strike a perfect prison pose as we walk out of Benedetto’s. Benedetto’s and Dunkin Donuts will be the scene of many more meetings in the next month. It’s Casey, Jenny, Alexandra, and I who go back to the little Gangsta Princess’s home

My friends are right, though. I need to keep smiling so that Kendra will keep smiling. Kendra is ready to die, unlike me, and she’s not a quitter like me. Once upon a time, I was quite content to just commit suicide, and Kendra shook me back to life. I owe her everything now. She’s been a dedicated friend to me, and I’ve got to show that same dedication that she showed me in my own time of need.

All I know about Kylie is that her relationships are more… complex. Kylie used to be cellmates with Michela until she attempted suicide by jumping off the upper deck of the pod. After that, she was moved to a pod on the lower floor for the duration of her sentence. I don’t understand it all except that I once said something that convinced Kylie to ask the guards to be put on suicide watch for a time, and she spent a lot of time as a Level I, II, or III inmate. Since then, I’ve been under the impression that Kendra is the only one who can convince Kylie not to give up hope. I know Kylie’s family puts a lot of stigma on mental illnesses, and Kylie is desperately studying to care for youths because she knows she’s unwell but is too scared to seek care for herself. It’s not that Kylie’s family doesn’t love her; it’s just that they don’t know how to handle her condition.

Alexandra sits and watches us play. She understands our sadness and acts like she’s the hostess, getting us cold drinks and cookies without a complaint. She is like this at home too, and I feel I am privileged to have been her first official rigger in bondage. Now, she has become an integral part of our circle of girls from Pod F despite not being a prison girl herself.

“Hannah, you’re feeling guilty,” Alexandra sat down with me, “That you deserve it because you were the drug dealer.”
“I’m out. You, me,” I gesture to the tall, beautiful blonde, “Back porch.”
“What’s wrong?” Alexandra asks as I shut the door.
“I’m stressed! I’m f-cking stressed! My number 2 best friend is dying! My number 1 is being a positivist about it. And my number 3 is being a total b-tch to me. I’m so screwed up by all that is going through my head that I don’t even understand why I’m alive anymore.”
“Damn. Sounds to me like your BPD is understandably getting upset by this news.”
“That’s exactly what it is. I feel worthless, masochistic, undeserving, abandoned. F-ck you, you b-tch! God, Mary-Ann! Part of me wants to punch her, and part of me wants her to punch me!”

I am pacing the deck like a maniac. Out here, no one can hear us at least, though Jenny’s parents and Jenny herself are all watching while Casey hogs the video games. Casey knows me too well and isn’t worried. She ought to be though. I am continuing to rant while looking over the porch to the pool. My flaws aren’t a secret here; Jenny takes after her parents good ways, like loving a person like me because they see the person I can be.

“I need that bit titted French girl in my life, Xandra. You don’t get what she did to me!”
“You’re worrying too much so soon,” Alexandra tries to reason with me, “Wait and see!”
“Of course I’m worried!” I slam my wrists on the deck on a spot where a nail sticks out, “OW!”
“Now look at what you’ve done!” she watches blood pour off my wrist in a strip along my wrist, arms, and hand, “Remember that cutter who tried two or three scenes?”
“Nichole, my landlord back in St. Croix Falls?”
“Oops, yeah, her!” she takes me into the house, “Hannah, control yourself!”
“I just don’t want to lose Mary-Ann’s friendship,” I cry like a sniveling snot.
“You’re as bad as Mary now,” she bandages my physical and mental wounds.

It is fair to conjecture that Mary-Ann and I are the craziest two girls of the lot, although Kylie is, as I said, unwell. Perhaps it's not the right place to talk about things if they're not relevant to this, but… Kendra cares a lot about us all. Truth be told, she might not be as close to all of us Pod F graduates as I am, but she loves us the most despite the offish gruff behavior.

Ashley… Poor Ashley… she now lives with the Palmeri’s too… and she has been left out of all of this. Poor Ashley. When she got out of juvie, she lived with Mary-Ann and Kendra for years and only moved out ahead of Mary-Ann’s wedding. She's going to be ruined if anything happens to Kendra.

“Hannah,” Alexandra ties a red bandana to cover my wrist, “Please, take care of yourself, too.”
“I’m not dependable right now. I only have one focus: Kenny.”
“I'm not asking you to be as confident as me that Kendra will pull through. I’m asking…”
“Asking what?” I’m bitter and desperately look into her eyes for help, “Come on.”
“I'm asking you to stop blaming yourself and hating yourself. Hannah, you're hurting me, and it's going to hurt Casey and Jenny too.”
“Xandra,” I reach out and hug her, “I need your friendship so much right now.”

The first lesson has been learned: think about others first, especially Kendra. We're all in this together. I don't have to be positive, but I have to be considerate. I feel Nichole’s pain a bit; I have never deliberately harmed myself although I have been known to put less effort in safety measures for myself than for others and been injured many times. I have no regard for myself or self-worth at times. There is a classic sign of my illness: scars from picking at scabs, a problem that was only really bad when I first got out of juvie. Kylie still struggles with it, too.

I sit down and take my controller back, and Alexandra decides to join us. It's fantastic to spend a day with such wonderful people. We finally can pass the day in peace, having fun and forgetting our pain. Then, Casey and Alexandra go home, and Jenny and I play another game at night. It's a happy note, finally, on what has been one of the worst days of our lives.

“Nothing lesbian,” Jenny warns me before I gag her, “Sexual stuff is gross.”
“I don’t feel that way about you,” I assure her, “Just put a sock in it.”
“Mmmph!” she squeaks while eating her dirty socks.
“Jenny, Mary-Ann is right. You are kinky!” I smile broadly.
“Nooooo!” she shakes her head.
“Yes!” I spank her on the butt with force before using her pink camo bandana as a cleave gag.

Jenny is still in the clothes she was wearing before, but now her brown rope torques her body very nicely while I wrap her mouth in duct tape. I bound her wrists, elbows, waist, ankles, knees, thighs, and big toes. I now test her limits. I pull her shirt up and over her and tie a knot in it so it covers her entire head. Then I expose her tits, yes, it is tits out, my friends, before tying a harness that similarly crushes her.

“Mmmm!” she wails before I spank her, “WHEEEEE!”
“Kinkkkkkkyyyyyyyyy!” I sing before spanking her again.
“WHEEEEEE!”
“Kinky kinky kinky,” I hogtie her with a rope.
“Nooooo,” she will deny this to the death it seems!
“Fine! Enjoy yourself for an hour. I have Ashley texting me.”

No surprise, at the present, Kylie is nicely bound, gagged, and naked except for her panties. It is all clothesline, and she is muzzled nicely. They've been enjoying some bondage sex in Ashley’s bed, and I am fine with this strange time to interrupt me. Ash is scared, and she went to another person who is as familiar with fear as herself. I know this sounds crazy to say about the girl with whom, starting tomorrow, I will be a housemate, but I understand her dynamics. At least Ashley isn’t sleeping with Michela, which has happened before!

As I suspected, Ashley's texts convey that fear. She was released into Kendra's care in part, and now she's just as scared as I am of what will happen with Kendra. Ashley is naturally a fearful person because she lost everything at the hands of her childhood abuser. Now, she is fearful of losing Kendra forever. She lost Kendra as a housemate to marriage, then she had to leave her home because Mary-Ann got married, and now she was facing losing one of the girls she loved most. Different girls meant different things to Ashley, but Ashley was always Kendra’s sidekick.

Pray, I text her, and she responds with an angelic emoji.

Good night Ashley and Michela. I have to release Jenny now. Maybe we can… help each other through all of this after all.

TO BE CONTINUED

[hafnermg]

These girls have gone through more crap by their mid twenties the most do in a life time. I'm glad they have each other, and it's lovely to watch as their bonds get stronger and stronger.

[AlexUSA3]

These girls have gone through more crap by their mid twenties the most do in a life time. I'm glad they have each other, and it's lovely to watch as their bonds get stronger and stronger.

That is for sure, but then again with 3 dozen characters (by my count) in the CGC, crap is bound to happen.

[AlexUSA3]

Chapter 003: Nabber Cellar
Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Nabber Cellar was more than willing to facilitate a scene which M.A. refused to produce at her own studio. While she produced her own bondage films, M.A. had limits that she refused to adjust. One of those was allowing carpet exposure, and carpet was a big part of this film, and so was another thing that really bothered Mary-Ann: strap-on sex.

Years ago, Kendra and I had made a pact, a testament to our friendship, that, whenever I decided I was ready to explore the possibility of looking at men seriously, she would help, if I wished, by dominating me with a strap-on. Kendra was willing to do this thing, unlike Mary-Ann, although the latter did much more intense domination sessions in general and actually enjoyed dominating girls, unlike Kendra. This was my pact with Kenny, and she had even written a script to go along with this deed. I was fulfilling that pact despite not being truly ready to do so.

The script is dark. She and Ashley will play two bad girls who have kidnapped deputy Michela. Teams of cops, played by me, Mary, Kylie, and Xandra, attempt to rescue her. Xandra was such an early addition to the group that she is like one of the girls even though she never so much as saw a prison until I brought her to visit one of my prison friends. She is a special friend in so many beautiful ways, and Kenny wanted the friendly blonde to be part of this scene in particular.

“You girls got your cop uniforms?” the voice of the producer calls out to us.
“They sure as hell ain’t wearing bikinis, Carl!” Kendra howls back at him with a cackle.
“We even brought the badges,” Kylie adds to things, “We’re good out here.”
“We’re good to go!” Michela proudly struts about in her outfit.
“I’m beyond disgusted with this scene,” Mary-Ann spits out venomously, “You tricked me!”
“OK, on Sunday, Jenny, Ashley, and I left you two to figure things out, and now suddenly, Mary, you hate Hannah’s guts. What the hell happened after I left?”

Mary-Ann scowls at me while looking like she wants to burst into tears at the same time. At the present moment, I am not 100% certain if I’ve genuinely wronged her or not. I look at Michela, who heard it all shortly after it happened, and see sadness in her eyes. She loves us enough that any pain one of us causes to another is her pain as well, but Kendra is the most upset to realize something has come between M.A. and me. Her two best friends are at odds with each other when she needs them to work together more than ever.

The cop uniforms are quite accurate unlike what is found in other’s work. This is in part due to Mary-Ann’s influence. She was only arrested 28 times in her life and ran away from her home 83 times, so she had spent many, many hours around cops. That's why we all have such perfect black pants, gun belts, and black socks. Mary, Xandra, and Michela each have black ankle boots while Kylie and I have our black sneakers. Mary-Ann and I, like Michela, are wearing button-up white shirts while Xandra and Kylie have blue shirts.

“Mary, come on, talk to me,” Kendra confidently takes her by the arm.
“I refuse to do this scene,” tears rolled down Mary-Ann’s cheeks, “Do it without me.”
“You? Cry? This is more than Hannah. It's me, isn't it?”
“Hannah and I used to be friends before she revealed her true colors,” M.A. grovels.
“That's why Hannah texted ‘I love M.A. so much, and we both love you’ to me yesterday.”
“Did she really?” Mary-Ann acts pleased, then spits, “I didn't know she's a liar too!”
“M.A.!” those words hurt me more than any other words I’ve ever heard; I’m crying.
“Mary-Ann Elizabeth Voisin Jamison, you're disgraceful!” Kendra pushes away from Mary.
“Fine. I’m going home,” the defendant turns to leave.
“Mary,” Ashley stands in the way, “How could you betray us all like this?”
“It's Hannah that's being traitorous, not me!” our distraught friend continues to insist.
“No, it's you!” Ashley yells at her, “And you're hurting Kendra more than anyone else!”

Mary-Ann looks in all directions and finds no support for her opinion. She’s truly lost because of the trauma of her childhood; she has no idea how to process grief when the only opportunity she had to truly experience that emotion was taken from her by a heartless warden because she was in juvie when her grandfather and uncle were killed in a car accident. The warden refused her request to attend the funeral despite those being the relations closest to her heart.

Kendra looks deep into Mary-Ann’s eyes with the love that only comes between best friends, a friendship that in their case began in juvie and extended so much so that they lived together for those years until Kendra and Ross tied the knot. The struggle to process reality is obvious to all except M.A. herself, and finally Michela, the biggest of us all, and Alexandra, the sweetest of us all, go over to the distraught married woman and open their arms. One understands the struggle to come to grips with the past; the other feels all our sorrows despite never experiencing any of these things. M.A. accepts the offer, puts her chin on Michela’s shoulder, and weeps.

“Mary,” Alexandra says in her sweet voice, “we’re all distraught over Kendra. Let us help you.”
“Sorry for that outburst. I’ll do it. Sorry about that, Hannah,” M.A. chokes on her words.
“That’s better,” I say, but only I notice that Mary-Ann didn’t apologize for our spate.
“All right, hotties,” Michela says, “Let’s do this.”
“OK, OK,” Kendra takes Michela, “Let’s get you rigged up. Mary, I don’t need to say it.”
“I’m sorry, Kendra,” Mary-Ann, however, is truly apologetic to her best friend.
“That’s better,” Kendra, despite the migraines, still jumps into Mary’s arms for a hug.

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Featuring	As
Ashley Calland	Genevieve Badeaux
Kendra Gentry	Penny Nichols
Michela Palmeri	Lucille Rossi
Mary-Ann Jamison	Maddy Vee
Hannah Larsson	Karina Nilsson
Kylie Svensson	Star Blue
Alexandra Watkins	Kaci-Lee Masters

Inside a closet, Lucille is the “seed,” if you will. Her crossed wrists are brutally lashed behind her. Her white shirt is unbuttoned just enough so that her bra can be moved and her tits exposed. A harness with ropes on either side of her tits, a V between her tits, and cinching through the pits of her arms crushes her arms down and thrusts her tits out. A waist rope also passed under both her panties and her pants, although they were both pulled up and her belt put back in its place as part of her outfit. Her upper thighs, lower thighs, knees, and ankles are tied with the rope going through the heels of the ankle boots and around her arches for extra support. The rope is rough brown rope such as is typical of this studio. In her mouth are Genevieve’s socks, and strips of gray duct tape, nice and shiny, covers her lips, cheeks, and chin.

“She’s a great sex toy,” the now barefoot French girl smiles.
“I’m inclined to agree,” Penny enjoys the wailing coming from the closet.
“I could grind with her all day long and never get bored,” Genevieve sighs.
“She’s such a cutie. I look the way she starts crying when I pinch her nipples.”
“Now, now, just because you’re aroused doesn’t make it OK to jerk off right there!”
“Whoops,” Penny sits on her hands instead, “Sorry about that.”

Genevieve is wearing only a blue sports bra on top along with blue gym shorts and a blue paisley bandana headband. Her dark hair is around shoulder length. In her ears are simple studs, and a navel piercing sparkles in the lighting. She’ll hide that in private, but she proudly displays it for the camera.

Penny Nichols is the co-kidnapper in this operation, but she’s hungry for something more. She’s a seasoned pro with a device known as a strap-on, but the current captive instantly taps out just at the sight of the device. Her bright orange bandana headband and gym shorts are accompanied by a pair of crew socks, black canvas sneakers, and a solid black crop top t-shirt.

“Maybe some cops will come looking for her and give me a keeper, too,” Penny cackled.
“I kidnapped her because she was sexy,” Gen shrugs her shoulders, “Could have been a jogger.”
“Well, I want a cop in particular. Even if I just have to seduce one.”
“You know they’ll come looking,” the French girl continues in her accent, “Soon, even.”
“I’ll get the police scanner,” Penny dons her earbuds, “Oh, yep, there’s a hunt for Deputy Rossi!”
“Perhaps we should let Rossi go and pay her off to keep it secret?”
“I sure as hell don’t want you killing her! We’re in enough trouble already!” the short girl snaps.
“Let’s go talk to her and see if she’ll be a mole for us,” Genevieve then suggests.
“Why the hell did you go and kidnap someone?! You couldn’t seduce a girl and RP with them?”
“It was such a thrill!” the accent is strong now, “I felt a rush of power when I did it!”

Penny looks at her roommate and sighs. She cannot really disagree with this sentiment since she was a thrill seeker in this regard as well. Penny’s adventures, however, were purely consensual, and she is trying to save herself from life in prison. She goes to the closet and opens the door.

“MMMMM!” the cop looks up at them with terror obvious in her eyes.
“Look, hun, we’ll put a bag over your head, take you far away from here, give you 10K, and let you go. How does that sound? For 25,000 smackers, you’ll even help us lure in some others.”
“MMM MM MMMMMM?!” the deputy protests and groans in orgasm from the crotch rope.
“Baby,” Penny kneels down by her, “I think what was done to you was wrong and that you do deserve to go back to your family without getting hurt, but I don’t want to go to prison either.”
“Mmmmmmmmmm!” Lucille wails and pleads for her life, “MMMMM MMMMM!”
“You’ll help us then?” Penny asks again and gets another refusal from the captive, “Idiot.”

Then a knock on the door ends the first film…

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“May I help you?” Penny cordially answers the door to see Star and Kaci-Lee.
“I’m Officer Blue, and this is Officer Masters.”
“Yes,” Kaci’s sweet voice speaks, “We're looking for Deputy Rossi and hoping you’d seen her.”
“Let's look at our security camera footage and see if you spot anything,” Penny bluffs.

As the officers walk inside the home, Penny shuts the door before she and Genevieve attack the blue shirt cops, bludgeoning them both so that they collapse. Lucille watches the entire thing from her new position in a hogtie on the sofa. Her escape chance is seemingly over.

“Nooooooooooooooooo!” she wails helplessly.
“You won't shut up!” Penny grabs her by the hair, “Don't make me tape your nose shut!”
“Mmmm,” Lucille switches to a whimper.
“Cooperate, and you’ll get your money and freedom. Fight, and you'll be our prisoner forever.”
“These two are so pretty, are they not?” Genevieve casually asks.
“I actually like the short one’s figure,” Penny giggled and squeezed Star’s cheek.

Star’s shorter wavy dirty blonde locks were a temptation to many. She grabbed the eyes of all the men at the station and a couple of the women as well. Regardless, Star was tied up just like Lucille, including the involuntary exposure, whereas Kaci-Lee had her wrists and elbows tied together in a tighter fashion. She was also exposed, and they were both gagged with socks from the basket on the counter. Yummy dirty socks. Tape sealed their faces just like Lucille’s.

The newly captured duo wakes up and quickly discovers what has happened to them. First, they stir, then they panic, then they process, then they realize, and finally they scream into the gags to plead for their lives. The struggle only causes the painful binder clips to afflict their nipples. It is quite the affliction for sure, and I am about to experience it as well.

“Let's go out. They have no body cams. We’ll capture a couple white shirts like Deputy Rossi!”
“Genevieve, you're a fun girl,” Penny laughs, “to have around. Let's go see… Wait, look!”

This is where Deputies Vee and Nilsson come in. I’m the latter. We're walking by the back of the house when Penny comes out to greet us. The two of us are looking for Deputy Rossi, and any help is appreciated. Upon noticing the small blonde waving and calling us, we go over.

“Miss, we're looking for a missing deputy. Have you seen her?” Deputy Maddy Vee asks her.
“Actually, yes, we have. We think we saw her on our cameras,” she responds to us.
“May we come look at the footage?”
“Of course. Come on in, officers,” she points into the house where Genevieve has a gun.
“Officers, hands very high up,” she says with an accent, “And I will not shoot you.”
“Umm…OK,” Maddy complies, “Go along, Kari,” she says before our gun belts are taken.”
“What is this?” I ask our assailants with concern while our bound and gagged friends wail,
“We are girls who like girls, especially cops, in bondage. See?”

We are helpless. Maddy and I are tied up just like Kaci-Lee, with the tight elbow bondage, and we are also gagged with dirty laundry from the same basket where all the others got their gags as well. We get the tape over our faces, and we get the same scratchy crotch rope against our bare skin. It's tight and terrifying.

Why are they kidnapping us? What will they do with us? Are they going to kill us? Sell us into slavery? Use us as their own pleasure toys, whether that is torture or sex? This bondage is tight and restrictive, and the nipple clamps are agonizingly painful. The gag tastes horrible. The rope in our heels is constricting. The rope against the baby slot is stimulating and aggravating.

“We won't kill you, Deputies,” Penny sinisterly sneers and brings her lips up to mine.
“Mmmmmm,” I try to resist and fail.

So ends the second film…

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Now we’re in a dark concrete basement. Kaci, Lucille, Star, and I now have exposed carpets and no more crotch rope. Instead of rope, Kaci and I are bound with wire, Lucille is duct taped, and Maddy is zipped. We're all in deep trouble though, and I see the horror approach.

“Deputy Nilsson,” Penny says, “I’m in love with you,” she embraces me and kisses me.
“Mmmmm! Mmmm mmmmm!” the sock gag muffled me completely.
“I have something special for you,” she puts a hand upon the horror, “I’ll be gentle.”
“Huhhh?” I feel my legs get folded up so she can visit me using the back door.
“This won't hurt because I love you,” the sadistic freak insists with a maniacal grin.
“Mmmmmmm!” I wail at my first penetration since I survived a murder attempt, “Noo!”

My body is invaded by the strap-on. My kidnapper gently brushes my hair aside while she starts to move the device in and out of my body. It hurts like crazy because it has been so long since a person penetrated me. I wail loudly, but Penny's voice is kind and her touch is gentle.

To explain, my then boyfriend, a pro drug slinger, decided that I was liable to squeal, so he taped me, f-cked me, and left me in his basement to starve to death. At the time, the only people who knew my whereabouts were junkies, so it would have been weeks or months before someone of real character would have noticed that I was missing. Penny does something different though.

For balance, at the same time, Genevieve is torturing Star Blue in similar fashion. R-pe isn't any different in fiction than reality. It's disgusting and unacceptable under any circumstances. There are limits to all things, and while Star might be slowly falling in love with sweet Genevieve, I am at my breaking point.

“Mmmmnkkkk!” I frantically struggle in the wire that binds me.
“Now, now, Deputy, I want you to orgasm,” she speaks kindly, like an old friend right on time.
“Mmmmmmmm,” I collapse for a moment to soak the device.
“That's it,” she keeps going, but it's time for the grand finale!”
“NOOOOO!” in my regular voice, “NOOOO! NOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“All right,” Penny pulls out, “Let's stop this. I don't want you to be upset.”

I have tapped out, and Penny controls that perfectly. She takes me over to Maddy and Lucy and sets me down beside them. I’m too busy crying hysterically to really care about the scene at all. I'm in another state of mind, separate from reality. Penny tried her best to show her love.

Maddy just mindlessly, it seems, scooches over and begins untying me. She has had a long time to think about things, and perhaps she is feeling bad for me. Whatever it is, her expertise works a miracle because she unties me while Star and Kaci get tormented. Lucy helps as well, and we are able to get me untied despite their zip and tape bonds. I take out my knife from my pocket and chop the tape and zips, all while our friends are tortured. Maddy goes to call reinforcements while Lucy and I face the maniacal girls.

“You're under arrest!” I flash the knife, “Stop hurting those girls!”

This ends the third and fourth films…

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I’ll explain. The studio has an interesting technique whereby they start a scene with one camera and, in a case like this, have one camera focused on me, M.A., and Michela and another focused on Kylie and Alexandra. The sounds from one side are heard on the other, but only one is seen. They get two scenes out of one scene in this way.

After a scene like this, no surprise there were various pizzas awaiting us upstairs. I look around the room and can just tell something is wrong. I see Alexandra, Kylie, Kendra, Ashley, Mar… I don't see Mary-Ann. I see everyone but her.

“Kenny, where did M.A. go?” I ask my sick friend.
“I thought she was with you or Ashley… Sh-t, Hannah, she must have left,” Kendra groaned.
“I’ll take you home, OK?” I force a change of topic to distract myself from Kendra's illness.
“Nah, Ash brought me, and Ash’ll bring me back. Thanks for caring.”
“I’m going to collect and leave. If that’s OK. See you tomorrow for coffee?”
“Hell yeah! We’ll talk then. I know that scene was hard, but I’m proud of you, Hannah.”
“Thanks. I tapped out, but… I did it,” I briefly smiled before thinking of the circumstances.

Hard to enjoy pizza or my triumph when I’m so worried about both Mary and Kenny…

TO BE CONTINUED

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[AlexUSA3]

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Chapter 004: Jenny and Me Part 2
Wednesday, June 20, 2018

I am panting as my worn socks are shoved into my mouth. Duct tape wraps about my head 9 times to secure them into my mouth. My crossed wrists have already been put in layers of savage, violent duct tape. My arms are crushed against my torso on either side of my tits and at my waist. I’m wearing athletic shorts, so the tape on my thighs, ankles, and knees is right against my skin. My shirt and bra are cut to expose my tits for my killer to grope before I die.

He has plans first though. He pulls down my shorts and panties and pushes his c-ck into my body, my unwilling body. He gets a huge thrill out of it, one of the heartiest pumps I ever got from him, right into my p-ssy. I’m slung over his shoulder and led to the basement, where I am taped to the water pipe. He leaves me to slowly starve to death down there.

“Hannah!” I heard a familiar quiet French voice shaking me, “Hannah! Wake up my friend!”
“Michela?” I woke up to see two people hovering over me around 12:30 AM.
“Oh, my God,” I watched Ashley put her hands over her mouth, “I had no idea.”
“I told you the night terrors were something else,” Michela sadly responded.
“Was I having one of those?” I fell back on the bed and started crying.
“There, there, baby,” Michela kissed me on the forehead, “We’re here for whatever you need.”
“I need Kendra to win. I need to be friends with Mary-Ann again. I need to forget the past.”

Ashley doesn’t love me like Michela does, and having a strictly platonic friend in the bed with me helps me to calm down and fall asleep. She loves me in a very special way that is more akin to sisterhood, but she is still very much her own woman as well. Sharing a workplace with her is a treat that I cannot put into words.

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Today was a day for Kendra: I’d pick up Jenny and go to D’n’D for coffee and doughnuts with our beloved Kendra. It was a simple plan to start the day. After breakfast, we’d all go pick up Michela and go back to Jenny’s for a relaxing day of video games and apple pie. I couldn’t run any longer, could I? I saw the baby carrier with Mama when I entered the restaurant.

“Hannah. Forgive us, Jenn,” Kendra said when I sat down at the table, “We did it yesterday.”
“Yeah, but did I merely make myself more repulsed?” I asked coldly, “Was it a win?”
“Tell me. If we now did the same scene again today but instead made it more consensual as if you voluntarily surrendered from Stockholm syndrome, would you cry?”
“Ummmm,” I thought about it for a moment, “No. I tapped out, but I felt safe.”
“Hannah, you and Mary are runnin’, runnin’, runnin’. You can’t escape. Do you have any other days this week where you don’t have work? I’d like you to come to perpetual adoration.”
“So, Kenny,” I decided to keep running, “Does the bandana help your headaches at all?”
“They do,” she smirks and decides to play ball, “Blindfolds would probably help, too.”
“Look at yourself, Hannah!” Jenny squeaks in offense, “You changed topics to hide!”
“Nope,” I sit back, “I’m done. Reality always wins. Kenny, I’m done running. I love you too much, and I want to be able to help you as much as possible.”
“That’s what I genuinely needed to hear,” Kendra takes my hand, “Hannah, if something happens to me, promise me you’ll take my place as Mary’s best friend.”
“I can never take your place, but I’ll do my best to fill the void. I’ll come to adoration, too.”

Jenny reached out and took my hand. I looked at her, as adorable and as happy as ever in spite of what Kenny was suffering. She understood hope the best of all, and she was overjoyed to see me finally choosing to embrace reality for once. I could run from the past, but I can’t find freedom until I stop, accept what has happened, and not let it define me while carrying the lessons learned to the future.

If anyone ever believed in me, it was Jenny. She sees the fullest potential in all people and does all she can to help people reach that potential. Truthfully, she is the greatest Cool Girl. She is so selfless and truly lives out the Christian ideal. Jenny is positive, and Kenny is pragmatic. When put together, they balance, and it is no wonder that they are so close despite “only” being second cousins. They look alike, but they are completely unique. One is happy and open and a best pal to all, and the other is realistic and shy and a secret ally who shows up as needed but otherwise is always hiding her true feelings. I think the true joy they experience from their respective faiths is shown in the brightly colored bandanas they wear. That’s not to say they shun darker colors as I have seen them wear just about every color possible. Kenny has orange and Jenny fuchsia.

“I have news for you,” Kenny said once we had Michela and were at Jenny’s, “I had a brain scan at 1 AM, as hard as it was to get up for that. They said it’s early, and they can operate. But it is going to be a long and hard road. I’ll be incapacitated from the surgery, and likely there will be a period of radiation if it is cancerous.”

Brain cancer and leukemia were too familiar to Jenny and Kenny. It was genetic, and they’d lost many relatives to both cancers. They knew what Kenny was fighting, and medicine helped them reduce the losses with time. It was most common among those in their age range, 20-25, and the pre-teen children. The pain of leukemia was too familiar to Jenny, who looked at the fireplace.

On the fireplace mantle, there’s a spot permanently reserved for a picture of young Jenny and her older brother, Daniel. Shortly before Jenny’s 4th birthday, Daniel died from leukemia, breaking her heart. She remembered him dying like it happened a week ago but knew he was in heaven.

“Kenny, Luisa and I vowed to pray a chaplet for you every day,” Michela responds to the news.
“I’ll do my best to try to do something,” I said weakly, “I’m still a newbie with this stuff.”
“Do your best!” Jenny encourages me, “You can do it, Hannah! It’s so awesome to see you grow in your faith! You don’t have to keep on smiling like me. We just want you to trust that God still loves everyone no matter what happens in the end. Love us like we love you.”
“Hannah, it’s wrong, don’t mind me, Jenny,” Michela kisses my lips, “I still erotically love you.”
“Now, now,” Jenny calmly pushes us apart, “Not here,” she playfully wags a finger at us, “There is an apple pie waiting for us later. Let’s play Mario Kart first.”
“I’m lesbian. Hello!” Michela shakes her head, holds up a hand, and grins.
“That means she's allergic to nuts!” I crack a foul pun and make Michela howl in laughter.
“You two sure know how to make a scene X-rated,” Jenny chides me for my crudeness, “Look, I don’t care if she’s Michela or Michael, that blatant sexuality has no place in here.”
“Mind if I feed Mary first?” Kendra asks and gets absolutely no opposition.

OK, it’s strange to say this, but it’s the first time I’ve seen Kenny’s tits outside the prison shower or modeling work. Every time I saw it was either as a dehumanized minor or in a context where the appropriate reaction was to reach out and squeeze it. There’s no awkwardness, but it’s oddly humorous in my mind. I don’t think Michela’s seen Kenny’s tits like this either.

As a mother, though, Kendra is as sweet and tender as Jenny is as a friend. There is no shortage of patience for baby Mary’s needs, whether feeding, diaper changes, or naps. It would be tragic if Kendra didn’t get to see Mary grow up; it would be tragic even if she didn’t get to have more children. Did that orange bandana really relieve the pain?

“I’m going to warn you. There are four ways my doctor’s put it together. Headaches are chief of my symptoms. Number two is nausea. Number four is blurry vision. Number three is the scary one: seizures. I don’t want you to be frightened if it happens. I can’t drive because of them. So, Jenny, can you meet me and Ross for supper at Mary’s tomorrow night? We’re throwing a going away party for you.”
“Of course! I’ll be there.”
“And so will Hannah and Michela,” Kenny looks at us and winks, “I have a solution for things.”
“For now or then?” Michela eagerly speaks, “Kenny, I mean it, I’m rooting for you to win!”
“We’ll have fun with something one of our mutual friends taught me,” our sick friend says.
“Kenny,” I sit down beside her, “What would make you happy?”
“If I’m going to be honest, it would be to have you, Jenny, Mary, and Ashley all bound, gagged, and forced to smell my feet right now, but that’ll have to wait for tomorrow.”
“Wait a second,” I backed away, “Is this your elaborate plot to—”
“Get you and Mary back together? You two fighting kept me occupied for a 2 hour MRI.”

Jenny was taken aback by this news. She’d developed her own friendship with M.A. during the past 3 years, and M.A. had always spoken highly of me to others. Most saw me as M.A.’s right hand woman, since M.A. was lefty that meant I played second fiddle to Kendra. Mostly, Jenny was pleasantly shocked to realize that Kendra’s heart was as deep as her own. The cousins had so much in common and loved each other dearly. She almost bounced while setting up the game system for us to relax and enjoy ourselves.

Michela is a girl who looks so sexy in anything from pastels to bright colors to earthen tones. I wish I looked so good in everything like she, Jenny, and Kenny do, but I don’t and won’t waste my time wishing either. Instead, I admire those who can. She has her dark chocolate miniskirt with all its ruffling soft fabric on alone with a white t-shirt, a matching brown argyle vest, and a matching chocolate brown bandana headband. White pantyhose and brown ankle boots round it all out. I of course am telling you this because I am certain she’s going to end up in bondage by the end of the day, whether here at my or Jenny’s hands or at home by my, Luisa, or Ashley’s. I am already picturing how Jenny will look in a strict ziptie bondage on the back porch like I did to her one time two summers ago, between our sophomore and junior years of college.

Video games with Kendra are more fun than when playing with another crowd. She comments on everything that is happening, as if she can look at four windows without messing herself up. If I so much as glanced at Jenny’s window, I’d plunge poor Toadette into a lava pit, but both of the cousins had 6 eyes. Heck, I wore glasses and still couldn’t zoom in like they could.

Sitting here with Kendra, though, and jawing at her while I was getting dominated by all three of my friends was always a pleasure, whether it was here or at Michela’s. Video games were how I discovered the most about her past as a child and teenager, both adventures with Jenny and life at home before things went bad. Now, video games are how I learn even more about the Kendra of old, the girl who turned to cocaine to escape the psychological strife of home, and about how she loves the cousin who is only an inch taller than her. I was wrong… I drove off Rainbow Road to make my little polka dot headed Toadette burn up in Earth’s atmosphere. Sure, I’d win a round here or there, but racing was much better to me than the battle mode where killing was the aim. At battle, the cousins would just unite to get me and Michela, so we’d unite to get back at them; Michela deserved a better sidekick than I.

“Hannah, I don’t know why Jenny and I can kick your ass so well,” Kendra laughs at one point.
“Because,” I smile a little, “You get inside my head better than I can get inside yours.”
“Ah, that’s you have your way with the Palmieri girls then!” Jenny nods in understanding.
“She does not have her way with us,” Michela protests these proclamations on our part.
“Then why can she so easily talk you into bondage play, eh?” Kendra ruffles Michela’s hair.
“Well,” my friend blushes, “I… We don’t do that any more… but… Oh!”
“Yes, we do, just not like we used to do it,” I playfully punch her arm.
“You two are such good friends though!” Jenny doesn’t judge us, “You complement each other!”

With a break in the activities comes two things: lunch and apple pie. Jenny lovingly made one of those already, and she lovingly makes the other with Michela’s help. Kenny and I sit on the sofa talking while I hold a cooing baby Mary. She might be a baby but already has her mother’s eyes in so many ways. I just know they will one day turn a chocolatey tone like Momma’s. During a moment like this, I feel vulnerable enough to talk about serious things like life.

Despite everything else, it is Kendra I want to be my sponsor when I get confirmed in July. She went on this journey with me even if her starting point was different from mine. She dove into it all so eagerly, and as a result she met Ross. Ross was now the anchor of faith, and Kendra was a prayer warrior like Luisa. It was a rapid transformation, and mine was slower. I was scared of it all because of my upbringing. I slowly believed more and more of it was true until I finally was ready to accept all of it, whether by my own experience or by faith. It is not unusual, if you go to the church on the correct day, to see a group of people praying a rosary with Luisa among them and to find one bandana covered head in a distant corner praying with them while a baby sleeps in a carrier beside her. Yes, that girl is Kenny, who is still as brazen as ever but with boundaries.

“Jenny, whether I’m 25 or 85 when I die, St. Peter will hand me one of your pies when I reach the pearly gates,” Kendra compliments her cousin’s fine baking skills, “It’s perfect.”
“Thanks, cousin,” Jenny begins to cut the other four pieces out of the pie, “Eat up, Kendra!”
“I’m not growing anymore!” the little Napoleon laughs.
“No, but you’ll help little Mary build a good palate,” our hostess quips without missing a beat.
“Kenny,” I laugh a little, “Remember in juvie how some of the girls didn’t like either the cherry or the apple pies, and they’d take it just so they shove it onto our trays?”
“How could I forget that?” her eyes sparkle a little at the happiest memories of a difficult time.
“I tried to hunger strike for about 15 minutes when I first arrived before my cellmate told me that I’d be in a world of trouble if I didn’t eat,” Michela adds.
“Sometimes,” Jenny’s eyes are wistful, “I’m glad you made the mistakes you made because we wouldn’t all be friends like this if you hadn’t made those decisions.”

It sounds bad, but we know Jenny is incapable of deliberately saying that in a bad way. Well, I guess anyone can be mean, even Jenny, but the innocent affectionate gaze told us she meant it to be complimentary. It was ironic I’d heard Kendra say that to me and Mary-Ann twice before. Despite the rougher exterior and sharper tongue, Kendra is as sweet as Jenny. This is how it is though and how it has been for a long time now, and things aren’t about to change in any regard. Our friendships were set in stone right? What about me and M.A. though? I thought we had a lasting friendship either, but it was made of glass it seemed. Was it even fair for things to go down as they had, with Mary-Ann saying the things she'd said?

I go from finishing a second piece of pie to burying my head in Michela’s chest. I love M.A. so much, and to have our friendship fractured during this time is unbearable for me. I’ve climbed the mountain of accepting that Kendra is sick and needs my help, but I cannot summit this mount on my own. I need my friends’ help, and I especially need the help of Jenny and Kenny, the girls who understand Mary-Ann the best of all.

Jenny is an odd one to understand Mary-Ann, you might think, but she does. Mary-Ann loves to play TUGs in the same cute manner Jenny does, but Mary-Ann loves domination and submission alike while Jenny is approximately a 95/5 submissive/dominant. But, more importantly, Jenny is a perfect match as a submissive for Mary-Ann’s style of domination. Both are innocents despite a childhood of crime for Mary-Ann, who was acting out against a broken system in a bad way. If you ask me, Mary-Ann shouldn’t have been trying to get back to juvie via crime but should have instead pleaded to be allowed to live with her other Voisin relatives. She just never knew that her relatives were trying and getting denied, but perhaps her own cry of misery would have helped? I don’t know. I just know she deliberately did bad things knowing they were bad and hating life every day because she knew she was doing bad things.

“Hannah Bandana, I’ll try talking to Mary, OK?” Jenny sadly tugs at my shirt sleeve.
“Save it for tomorrow night. Kenny has a plan. Help me,” I sigh, “By obeying Kenny.”
“I’ll do it!” she sniffs, “Kendra’s the best.”
“Kendra,” Michela looks at her, “You won’t like hearing this. You’re as sugary as Jenny.”
“Blech!” Kendra taunts her cousin, “I’ve become a rope bunny?! NO!”
“Now you listen to me!” Jenny stamps her feet, “I know you too well Mrs. Kendra Penelope Kristensen Gentry! I know your plan involves playing some sort of bondage game where Mary and Hannah are tied up together and have to work together in love to be able to escape!”
“You got me,” the other blonde picks up baby Mary to feed her, “You’ll see.”

Kendra, I love you so much that I’m going to blindly trust your plan without even asking you in advance. I just know that this plan is going to work if we all work together! We sit back down to the video games and enjoy a lovely afternoon of friendship.

TO BE CONTINUED

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One life to live? Well, your girls are certainly living it!

[AlexUSA3]

One life to live? Well, your girls are certainly living it!

I realize it's a heavy topic to discuss (mortality), but I wanted to create a story that would show new sides of the girls and place characters in unfamiliar positions.

• Jenny has experienced death on a very personal level and carries that weight with her despite her positivity.
• Mary-Ann wasn't allowed to mourn her loved ones and is finally showing how much her childhood trauma messed her up.
• Hannah's struggling to process her feelings despite a desire to do the right thing.

it's one thing to have an older loved one die; it's harder to face in younger people because they go "But she's not old!"

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Great update!! Experiencing death on a personal level really changes your perspective.

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Chapter 005: Kenny and Me
Thursday, June 21, 2018

“I don’t understand,” I struggle to focus on a piece of bread in a fancy golden thing.
“You understand what happened at the Annunciation, the miracle of the Resurrection, and how Our Lady and the saints pray for us, but you still don't understand this?” Kendra asks me.
“Hannah,” I catch a white bandana out of the corner of my eye, “Don’t you see? It’s Jesus!”
“No, Lou, I don’t,” I mutter in defeat, “I like praying rosaries, but I don’t understand this yet.”
“Is it the adoration part?”
“Yeah. I understand how it becomes Jesus, but I don’t see why I should be kneeling here when I could kneel before the cross or a statue.”
“Well, then,” she took my hand, “Let’s go kneel before the cross instead.”

The reason Luisa isn’t going to be my confirmation sponsor is because she refused. She said it isn’t right for her to do it when she’s only 19 and I’m 22. She’s here every day for morning mass and now is even dating a young man her own age whom she met here. Then she prays for all of her loved ones’ needs. Most days, Michela comes, and every Thursday Kendra comes too. You can always find Luisa by looking for the young curly haired brunette with the kerchief bandana.

“Is this better?” Kendra asks me some time later.
“Yeah,” I’m crying, “I’m at peace with your situation, and I’ve given Mary-Ann over to Him.”
“I lay my problems at His feet much of the time and ask His Mother and friends for help.”
“Kenny, I’m going to trust your plan. Don’t tell me or Michela anything, OK?”
“Let’s go, girl, before you're late for work,” is her way of saying, “Yes.”
“Thank you so much,” I hug her without warning, and she awkwardly returned it in love.
“Hannah, you have to do,” Luisa says with much emotion, “what gets you closer to God.”

The going away party for Jenny had some familiar characters there: Nichole, Nichole’s husband Chris, Casey, Mary-Ann, Nate, Kendra, Ross, Michela, and Luisa. As you can see between what just happened in the morning and in the last chapter, Luisa was a dominant Catholic version of Jenny. You have met the rest. Nichole wasn't missing this opportunity for the world, either. I skipped the time spent playing video games because it was less emotional and more about having fun and had none of the drama of yesterday. This is the crowd that is present, at least, when I arrive with my passenger, Ashley, after work. We stopped at home to change though.

“Ashley,” I watch her adjust her green bandana headband, “I’m scared of what M.A. will do.”
“Listen to me,” she says calmly with her accent, “It will be fine. Kendra has a plan. I will help.”
“Oh,” I pulled my blue hoodie over myself, “All right.”
“Hannah Carolina Larsson, you are crying, aren't you?” she followed me up to the door.
“Yes, I am! Ashley! I love M.A. like I love you and Casey and Kenny!” I knock on the door.
“Awwwww, Hannah,” she takes my hand, “That's why you're a good confidante.”
“Hi, Ash,” Mary-Ann starts but turns in an instant, “What is she doing here?!”

Mary-Ann slams the door shut in my face, but Ash shoves her foot in the doorway. After enough home invasion and cop scenes, she's a professional. No girl I know can overpower Ashley, who pushes her way inside and starts wrestling Mary-Ann. This evening is already off to a bad start, and I can only picture it worsening.

“Mary! You should be ashamed of yourself!” Kendra chides her, “What is wrong with you?”
“You deceived me by having Hannah come with Ashley!” Mary-Ann’s helpless under Ashley.
“Either you’ll be nice, or you’ll get tied up,” the little woman mentally dominates the big one.
“Tie me up!” at least Mary-Ann isn’t foul, but the anger is evident, “Better than freedom!”
“You’ve really pissed me off now, Mary,” Kendra warns her, “Too bad we still have to eat.”
“I might puke,” Mary-Ann looks at me and frowns, “My best friends all stab me in the back!”
“Maybe I should just leave,” I groan before Jenny asserts herself.
“Cousin, supper can wait,” the other small girl takes off her socks, “I’m too upset right now!”
“MMMMMM!” Mary-Ann is forced to eat the sweaty, gross fabric.
“C’mon, girls, let’s tie her to a chair!” barks the little Gangsta Princess who loves Mary-Ann.

I’m dumbfounded, and Mary-Ann’s angry. Jenny, Kenny, Michela, Ashley, Nichole, Casey, and Luisa are all either crying or similarly dumbfounded, but I have the four all around me in an act of solidarity while the other three bind and gag M.A.. The plan is to be put into motion, though, and it begins with Luisa lovingly and gently pulling my arms together behind my back so she can bind them. I offer no resistance and turn to see a fully grown but as pious as ever young woman. Michela takes over the binding of my trunk; Casey ties my legs; Nichole gags me with Michela’s head harness ball gag that has been used for so many adventures over the years. Luisa’s loving, caring smile gives me confidence that all will be well; her simple faith does pay dividends.

Mary-Ann gets a simple handkerchief cleave gag to hold the socks in her mouth. Both of us are forced to sit on dining room chairs and have our wrists and elbows tied to the back of the chair on top of already being tied together. Our ankles and knees are tied to the legs of the chair, and our waist ropes and harnesses include details. The waist rope includes a crotch rope and goes around both the back of the chair and the seat. The harness uses the back as well to crush our bodies against the wood. We’re going nowhere. Despite Luisa’s normal objections, both of us have our tits exposed before they are squished by binder clips. Mary-Ann is characterized by those 34DD floppy French titties that even Jenny can enjoy fondling in bondage.

Jenny is such an energetic little rope bunny. She is wearing her pink camouflage bandana as a headband with a black t-shirt, black gym shorts, pink socks, and pink sneakers. She’s cute as a button and cuddly as a teddy bear. It’s no wonder so many people love her.

“We’re going to play a little game. We’ll alternate asking each of you a question about friends. If you answer correctly, you lose a rope; if you answer incorrectly,” Kenny cackles, “We’ll put your tits through the wringer!” and she twists the nipple clamps as a demonstration.
“YOW!” I screech quite loudly before my gag is removed, “That hurt!”
“Owwwww! Guh huh!” Mary-Ann wails more than screams, “Jerks! Let me go!”

“First question,” Kenny grabs an index card, “Mary-Ann, when we were in juvie, who was the girl who you always say convinced you that you could have a meaningful life?”
“It was,” M.A. looks at me then sneers a bit, “Oh, it was Ashley.”
“Wrong answer,” Kendra smiles before shooting agonizing pain through those 34DD titties.
“OWW! Kendra! OK! OK! It was Hannah!”
“Hannah,” my friend turns to me and winces from a migraine, “Who is the girl you call ‘M.A.’ because it’s an appropriate acronym for a girl whose love is almost maternal despite being so kinky? Hint, it’s not Michela!”
“Mary-Ann, of course!” I saw exactly where this was going and knew how to play along.
“Correct! Lou, untie Hannah’s right knee.”

“Mary!” Jenny takes the next one, “When you’re depressed and want breakfast for dinner, who always goes along with you no matter what else she might have planned?”
“Ummm,” Mary-Ann swallowed, “Hannah.”
“That’s right!” Jenny bounces, “Lou, untie Mary’s right knee now too! Your turn,” the little girl with a solid pink kerchief smiles at me, “Hannah, you just adore a double chocolate muffin from Benedetto’s, but who do you ask to meet you there when you want a chocolate muffin so you can split it with her because the muffin is sooooo big?”
“Heh,” I smile a little, “Mary-Ann.”
“Two for two, Hannah. You’re on a hot streak to start! Luisa, untie her left knee.”

“My turn,” Nichole joins the fray, “Mary-Ann, which girl is the first to hear your film ideas?”
“Kendra,” she defiantly answers, but it results in a twist from Kenny, “OWWW! Hannah!”
“Too bad! Hannah,” the Gangsta Queen in the black kerchief looks at me, “Which girl is the first one you call on matters related to church stuff?”
“Mary-Ann?” I answer hesitantly, but I get a twist from Kendra too, “YOWCH!”
“WRONG!” Michela grabs me by the head, wags a finger at me, and kisses me on the lips.
“I love you,” I smile and watch her take the next card, “Trick question to keep us on our toes?”

“Can’t make it easy,” my girl winks at us, “Mary-Ann, who is your best friend?”
“Kendra,” she replies, and Luisa happily unties the left knee bond.
“Good girl. Hannah, who’s your favorite girl to, in your own words, ‘TUG and hug’?”
“Mary-Ann, because she enjoys cuddles mixed with torture and will play anyway I wish.”
“Let’s lose that crotch rope,” Michela smiles at me and Mary-Ann, “I love you girls.”

“My turn! ‘Sup, Cool Girls?” Casey takes the next card, “Miss M.A., when you just feel like a good cosplay for nothing but fun, which two girls do you always ask to join you?”
“Jenny and… Hannah,” Mary-Ann is crying, she looks at me with tears rolling down her cheeks.
“That’s right. No more crotch rope for you. Hannah—”
“STOP!” M.A. interrupts Casey, “Hannah, I’ve been a fool, a coward, and an abuser. I’m sorry for how I’ve been to you, and I’m sorry especially for rebuffing your attempts to apologize.”
“Maddy,” I start crying too, “I’m sorry too for not being more understanding sooner. We’re both scared right now, and I wasn’t considerate of how much traumatizing this has been for you since you only have Kenny while the rest of us still have other close loved ones.”
“We’ve been through a lot together, and I can’t get through it without you! I love you, Hannah.”
“Mary,” Kendra sat sideways across Mary-Ann’s lap, “That’s my bestie!” and hugged her.
“Kendra, I keep terrorizing myself with thoughts of what will happen to me without you.”
“Don't worry. Just pray and accept whatever happens,” Kenny reminds her, “It's time to let you go so that we can enjoy that promised domination of my dear cousin Jenny.”

Jenny seems absentminded under that smile, but in truth her mind is as active as Mary-Ann’s. A rope bunny like her is never lacking in energy, and even she walks over to squeeze Mary-Ann’s 34DD squishy French titties before the girl is untied. Jenny is extremely controlled in her adult play, but she has accepted that some of us like things that she doesn’t and can sweetly tolerate an adult situation and participate in ways she considers to be more-or-less in the spirit of TUGs and not in the spirit of true bondage. She’s kinky and just won’t accept it.

M.A. and I exchange a hug of genuine forgiveness, and I give her a kiss on the cheek that better expresses just how much I forgive her. Today, we are seeing firsthand just how much Mary-Ann was messed up by her childhood. She was abused by foster families for being a Roman Catholic; she was sexually assaulted by that team of prison workers; but the part that messed her up most of all was not being allowed to attend the funerals of her grandpa and her uncle and then also not being allowed to move in with her living Voisin relations because her uncle was dead (meaning a single parent household). It was twisted, left Mary-Ann without closure, and separated her from the people who truly understood her and loved her. She didn’t know what it was like to go home to a family that was happy to see her; many nights her parents went to restaurants without her. It was a nightmare, and she was having to relive a trauma to which none of us could relate.

After dinner and dessert to celebrate, the dominatrix was unleashed. Literally. Mary-Ann came out of the bedroom in her black two-piece catsuit and ankle boots with her solid black kerchief bandana holding her hair back. There was a smile on her face that couldn’t be mistaken for any emotion except mischievous love. On display was the Mary-Ann who hosted bondage parties and was the ultimate playmate, not just in TUGs. This was “one for the road” for Jenny.

For old time’s sake, Kendra donned her old catsuit that she had stopped using back after she got married. It was also black, and she also had black ankle boots, but her kerchief was paisley. It was time to relive the fun days of modeling for Nabber Cellar and Tommy Trusser that saw us have many adventures where even I sometimes wore a catsuit despite hating them.

“All right,” Mary-Ann brandishes a prop 1930s assault rifle, “This is a robbery. Hands up!”
“What the hell?” I ask in mock shock, paving the way for others to play along.
“You three!” Kendra points to Luisa, Michela, and Jenny, “The hot ones. You’ll be hostages!”

Michela is always hot, and Luisa is always looking sharp. I mentioned a kerchief before, but it is now a headband. Both sisters have that curly brown hair, but Lou’s is twice as long as Michela’s, which comes down just past her shoulder. Lou has a gray bandana headband, a gray knee skirt, a pink t-shirt, gray knee socks, and canvas shoes. Michela has an olive green bandana headband, a beige button-up three-quarter sleeve shirt, and a lavender cotton miniskirt. Brown pantyhose and a pair of beige slip-on shoes finish the outfit.

The three are tied the same with one exception. All have boxtied wrists and a harness with rope binding their ankles, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs. All lose their footwear and socks or hose. Jenny and Michela have crotch ropes, but Luisa doesn't. Michela's shirt is unbuttoned to expose her bra, which is then moved to expose her tits. Mmmmm… tits. Jenny’s shirt is pulled up, but she isn't exposed. All have twine on their big toes.

Jenny and Michela each eat one of Luisa's knee socks followed by 7 layers of duct tape. Luisa is gagged with the head harness ball after her headband is slid down to blindfold her. The real fun is the hoods, though. Mary-Ann pulls that over Jenny's head and laces it tightly to silence Jenny. The second hood does the same to Michela.

“OK, enough cosplay,” Kendra grins, “Let's play!”
“Hannah, Nichole, you get Michela,” Mary-Ann smiles at us, “Ashley, Casey, you get Luisa.”

Luisa is a particular girl. She will not, when dominating, strip a girl to nudity, nor will she allow it on the rare occasions she is tied up. Nothing sexual is allowed either. Rare is accurate, as this might be the first time she’s been tied up since I tied her during Spring Break. She has one thing though: she likes ball gags of all kinds, whether regular, harness, panel, or a combo type, and the muzzle gag as well. Everything else that appears in her games is mundane, like rope and tape. I only know of one kink she enjoys as a captive: forced foot sniffing, ironically.

I just sat on the sofa with Michela and mindlessly fondled her and kissed her while watching the main entertainment for the evening. Kendra and Mary-Ann tandem torturing Jenny was a treat to behold, but Luisa needed entertainment as well. Regardless, the goal of the evening was met; we were friends again. I needed Mary-Ann, and she needed me. Together, we could do everything Kenny needed… whatever that entailed. How little we know, but we're pressing onward.

Jenny is getting hand spanked by Mary-Ann while being forced to sniff Kendra’s sweaty socks, a top thrill for the foot fetishist that is Kendra. This is the life for Mary-Ann, Jenny, and Kenny, in their unique positions that thrill them the most while together. Jenny and Kenny have become as sisterlike as Jenny and Nichole have always been, but Kenny and Nichole have unique positions in the little Gangsta Princess’s life.

“How does that smell?” Kendra forces Jenny's nose against the sole of her foot, “Sniff!”
“Mmmmm!” Jenny wails from being spanked by the big strong dominatrix.
“How I love you, baby,” I erotically kiss Michela and finger her crotch.
“Mmmmmm!” Luisa squirmed because her captors were also pushing her against Kendra's feet.
“Hey, hey, I only have one foot worshiper at a time,” Kendra cackled loudly.
“Mmmmm!” Jenny was helpless against the spanks.
“Ohhhhhh!” Michela orgasmed in my arms, and I turn to Nichole.
“I was 6 when I first met Kenny,” Nichole says sadly, “Gosh, I love that girl.”
“Our Lilliputian friend is in need of friendship more than ever,” I say with hope in my voice.

The wails of Jenny fill the air, and the playful amusement of Luisa accompanies it. How hard it will be for us all when Jenny moves away first in two and then I in August. There are dozens of us who will miss Jenny and at least a dozen who will miss me. We're growing up, and it hurts a lot more than I expected. It's a part of life. Spanking, tickling, forced foot worship… Jenny is a very kinky girl despite her insistence otherwise. Kenny is kinky too, and she just as vehemently embraces the title. How funny they are, and how much love they have for each other.

“Hannah, please keep me updated on Kenny’s condition as much as you can. She won’t tell me the truth, and Mary-Ann sometimes is a bit aloof to things,” Jenny privately asks me.

Lilliputian. Little Corporal. The Scandinavian Napoleon. There are so many loving nicknames that pick on Kendra’s height, but she is taller than most of us in spirit. She needs us, and we're all ready to help her. How much she loves M.A. and Jenny… and me.

I’m praying for you, Kenny.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Chapter 006: Tied After Class
Monday, June 25, 2018

“Michela,” I look into her eyes and feel a distance, “Why?”
“We’re best friends forever,” she responded with one of her soft smiles, “Isn't that wonderful?”
“Yeah,” I nod in confusion, “I’ll miss the grinding though.”
“Hannah, what's wrong? I thought this was what we wanted?” Michela hugs me from behind.
“I love you, Michela. If we were heathens, I’d have married you already!”
“Hannah, please,” she says with confidence, “I’m sure we’ll do it again. Soon.”

I am so worried about Kenny that I’m a lousy lover even. Last night my performance was at an all-time low while Michela had Ashley spreadeagle on the bed and me spreadeagle on the futon. Yes, it was a night where Ash had caved to her attraction to women; I was gagged with Ashley's pantyhose while Ashley was gagged with Michela’s.

Mchela’s cuddles comfort me.

Tied After Class was co-owned by Mary-Ann, so it was no surprise that they would fulfill Kendra's wishes. More surprising was to see Steve and Marcy return from retirement in order to fulfill their usual roles at the same old warehouse where we’ve shot so many scenes with them in the last 4 years. This was a testament to how many people loved Kendra. Kendra’s a teddy bear underneath that rough exterior. It's all a false front; I remember her from before life went bad.

We had decided to modify the script for today because TAC specialized in solo scenes or scenes with two girls going at each other. Because of our fifth girl involved, we changed a few things to get her more involved. Thus, I would be tied up and taunted by her just like Ashley, Kenny, and M.A. across two scenes with us in pairs. Naturally, Kenny and M.A. would be tied up together in one scene while Ashley and I were tied up in the other.

Felice Pryce was special to Kendra for a very important reason: they’d been cellmates. This girl was only 5’2” and of a similar tendency as Kendra to be a bit cold at times for self-defense. She had kidnapped her archrival in a school election race, hoping to bully the other into withdrawing from the race like something seen on TV. Felice had lost her mother at 13 and was an only child to boot. It was easy to say that her mother's death had left her scarred for life.

“Felice!” Kendra cries when she sees her old cellmate and jumps her for a hug like Jenny would.
“Kendra,” Felice calmly cries and accepts the embrace, “How are you doing?”
“I have a killer headache right now, and my skull is getting drilled on Friday night.”
“And then it’ll be over, no matter the result,” the small brunette responds positively.
“I’m not afraid to die. I’m afraid of what’ll happen to Ross, Hannah, and my two Mary-Ann’s.”
“Don't worry; God’ll use Ashley to take care of them,” Felice hugs Kendra like a mother hugs her child, “You’re going to be fine. I’m confident they found this early enough.”
“Would you come to the last shoot on Wednesday as well? Please?” Kendra asks.
“Since you asked, I will.”

Felice had never agreed to do such a shoot. One thing we all loved about such scenes is that we could wear our own clothes for it so long as we didn’t repeat an outfit. On top of everything else, Felice’s mother was a forest ranger, and Felice reflects a mixture of that with edge she picked up from Mary-Ann and some of the distinctive TAC style. Black pantyhose and a black long-sleeve t-shirt are paired with a camouflage miniskirt. The sleeves turn into a pair of fingerless gloves at the end of their length. Her curly brown hair, which is a similar shade to Mary-Ann’s but striated with natural blonde highlights is more controlled and going halfway down her back and held in a black elastic headband, which is the most she can do at TAC but a little something that will hold her hair back during work. Her brown eyes mourn her former cellmate’s illness.

Ashley, M.A., and I stand there and watch–wearing our own outfits chosen for the scene–in love with how Felice expresses herself so differently around Kendra. When Kendra is around, secrets do not exist in Felice’s life; she tells Kenny everything. She’s whispering something to Kenny as we watch them, and they exchange a private giggle before turning to point at me. I have to agree to whatever Felice says because otherwise she and Kenny will force me to cooperate.

Miniskirts abound. Kendra’s is denim; Mary-Ann’s is black and pink pleated plaid; mine is blue; Ashley’s is red. We all have pantyhose, although Mary-Ann’s is pink. M.A.’s sweater shirt is black; Kendra's is pink; mine is a white turtleneck; Ashley's is black with short sleeves. All of us have heels as well. We're all about to be hotties in distress for bondage scenes here at TAC!

Kendra had decided it would be better to have Felice dominate all of us before one of us, chosen by lots, would “escape” and “avenge” our friends. We once did something like this with Felice; I won’t say more except that it was a really good time. Felice discovered her niche in this work in 2015 thanks to Kendra's loving help, and she occasionally lent out her talents despite her feelings about the industry in general. Felice enjoys the camaraderie that comes with the work more than anything else; her interest in bondage is restricted to a few friends dear to her heart. Those girls are all right here: Kenny, M.A., and Ash. Nope, I am not one of those, but Kenny loves me. To follow up on it, Felice is quite a captor, but we had to keep it within TAC style for today’s sets.

All of us can handle elbow ties, so we all agreed to get our elbows tied. Elbow bondage was one of the only things in bondage that Kendra truly enjoyed on the submissive side. She enjoyed one side as much as the other except when one person was involved. With a big mischievous grin on her face, Kendra torques Mary-Ann’s elbows together behind her back. M.A. loudly yelps at the suddenness of Kendra’s actions. This was one of the few times that Kendra showed that side of herself that could be as happy and bouncy as Jenny. Dominating Jenny and Mary-Ann are two of Kendra’s favorite activities. The 5’0” girl took down the 5’7” girl.

“Marcy,” Kendra turns to her with a smile, “You finish her off. Felice will get me ready.”
“Where do Ashley and I come into this?” I ask while walking over to Felice.
“You and Ashley will be on the sofa; Mary and I will be sitting on chairs. During each scene, we will get taunted and teased by Felice, and, as suits her fancy, she will modify our gags.”
“Felice, I had no idea,” I grab her, spin her around, and hand gag her.
“Let her go! Now,” Kenny bosses me around, “Ashley, tie up Hannah and submit to Felice.”
“Oh, I love when we have a good time,” Ashley smiles brightly and immediately obeys.

I am no match for the sweet French girl, who easily pries me off Felice. Felice has a complicated relationship with bondage. Certain elements remind her of the day she kidnapped that girl and in turn trigger her guilt complex that has never faded; that day torments her 6 years later. She never has told me what triggers her.

It’s a recurring nightmare. I accost Greg. He grabs me, tapes my wrists behind my back, stuffs my own socks in my mouth, wraps tape around my head, tapes my arms to my torso, tapes up my legs, pulls my pants down, rips my panties off, and violently f-cks me for 20 minutes. When he’s done, he takes me to the cellar and tapes me to the water main and leaves me to starve to death. I recalled that quite easily, didn’t I? Felice has similar nightmares of what she did although no one was harmed in her case. I bet she squirmed the day that girl called her up and forgave her. That was the day that began Felice’s personal journey of learning to forgive herself. Forgiving doesn’t magically make you forget though.

All four of us end up tied up the same way: wrists, forearms, elbows, ankles, knees, thighs, and breasts. It’s the classic TAC elbow bondage scene. Kenny and Mary-Ann start things off with a pair of matte red 2 inch ball gags in their mouths. Kenny gets the head harness version. I don’t know why the head harness looks so cute except maybe it’s the usual messy bun. Still, we get to watch the best friends forever pose for photos. It’s time for photos with Tied After Class!

Posing for photos isn’t easy, but Steve Moreau is a professional. He explains a pose clearly and kindly, encouraging the girl in her work. Kenny and M.A. need no such explanations though as they’ve done so many of these. One moves with an innocent plea for mercy upon her face, and then the other follows suit in her own adorable manner. They gaze at each other and the camera, the latter as if they’re gazing upon their imaginary kidnapper.

“Well, well, well… if it isn’t my old friends Maddy and Penny?” Felice sits down between them.
“-ou unhie uth -ight -ow!” Kenny tried to boss her old cellmate around some more.
“It’s such a pleasure to run into you two,” the captor taunts the captives some more.
“Mmmmm!” M.A. struggles a lot for the camera; she likes the power dynamic of being bigger.
“Awww, Maddy, that is so sweet of you to say! You're going nowhere anytime soon.”
“Noooooo!” the captive wails and shakes her head, but she gets fondled instead, “Noooo!”

Kenny and M.A. are drooling now. It's a lot. M.A.’s whining was like turning on a faucet which gushes forth upon the sink of her squishy, floppy 34DD French titties. I’m one to talk when Ash and I are also bound and gagged, and Ash has such luscious titties of her own. When, they're not too luscious to me, but Michela adores them.

Then the scene eventually fades with Kenny and M.A, still tied up, and it is time for Ashley and I to feature in our own scene. We started without gags, though, and I see the 2.5 inch blue ball gag in Felice’s hand. She loves ball gags most of all, though I don't know why. OK, maybe I know a good reason, but she has never told me explicitly like she's told Kenny.

In her other hand is the matte blue ball gag. So, it will be four ball gags. I’m OK with this since it doesn't really matter. Ball gags are a lot of fun for all of us, and I see Ashley almost smacking her lips. Now Ashley I know loves ball gags so much she owns a ball gag and a head harness as well. Her gags are much like the ones Michela and I share. Ahhh, Michela. I sit there, oblivious to what is about to happen to me for just a moment until Steve asks me to pay attention.

“Untie me,” I grunt and struggle while looking at Felice.
“Please, friend, let us go,” Ashley whines right before she is gagged, “Guh!”
“Why are you doing this?” I squirm some more, “Please, don't do this. Mmph!”
“That's much better, my dears. You're much nicer that way,” Felice chides us.
“Guhhh!” Ashley wails quite pitifully.
“That's much better. My lovely captives,” she sneers and exposes both of us.
“UGGGHHHH!” we yell at her.

Ashley glares at Felice, who is off camera, and effortlessly unties my wrists and elbows despite her own bonds. She snickers a little bit even as she does it, but she is making a mistake. Once my arms are free, I hogtie Ashley on this same sofa where we’ve been sitting bound and gagged. I am a sick girl, I know, but it is satisfying in a sick way. She likes it despite acting contrary for the camera. Ashley is a total rope bunny, albeit not in the conventional sense.

With my height and strength advantage, it’s easy for us to segue into the third film, which begins with Felice standing in another part of the warehouse. Of course, we change outfits for this part of the production. I realize I’m kind of glossing over things. I really am not into things today. I am thinking too much about Kenny’s surgery that’s coming soon. I can’t imagine my friend is so close to death; why you, Kenny? You’re so strong, though, and together we lift each other up. I don’t even recall what Felice is wearing, much to Kendra’s consternation. It’s like I blacked out.

“Hannah, that was so much fun,” Felice hugged me afterwards, “You did such a good job!”
“Really?” my eyes brightened, and I saw Kendra and Michela nodding in agreement, “Good!”
“Thank you for giving me your best,” Kendra came over, “It means so much to me!”
“I…,” I admitted the truth, “I was so stressed I don’t even remember much of it.”
“Hannah Bandana, you’ve got to stop doing this to yourself. It’s going to be all right no matter the result. Have faith,” she tenderly reminded me in an extremely caring manner.
“I’ll try harder. I’m overthinking everything.”

I’m sorry to be such a downer like that, but I promise to do better in the next chapter.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Chapter 007: Maddy Tied Her
Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Black form-fitting leather pants, black ankle boots, a red and black plaid knee skirt, a red t-shirt and a crop top that exposes the belly, a black leather vest, and a red kerchief bandana. Yes, this is Mary-Ann, Mistress of Edge. This is the rebellious one, the girl who has been broken by what is one of America’s most degrading and dehumanizing systems. What little innocence remained was taken from her when Mr. Reardon and his cronies r-ped the then 17 year-old inmate housed in Pod F of the Mudville Juvenile Detention Center, then Prisoner F15. Dogtags hang around her neck on a single chain, engraved with the dates of her 24 arrests, her 6 incarcerations, and her 6 releases. Also engraved is each of her bed numbers. Neither a piercing nor a tattoo is found on this girl, but she rebels in her own small ways, daily hating her childhood and still struggling to forgive those who unwillingly contributed, often crying on her hands and knees in her desire to move on from the horrors of her childhood.

“Hannah!” Mary-Ann picks me up and kisses me, “I’m so glad we’re friends again!”

I cannot forget that day about two weeks after Kendra’s wedding. Michela and I spent the night at Mary-Ann’s with Michela sleeping with Ashley (I know; I know) and me sleeping with M.A. in the bed she used to share with Kendra (no, they didn’t share it like that). I woke up around 1 AM to feel Mary-Ann hugging me and crying, and she told me details of her life I never knew at that time. I was brought into the innermost chamber of her heart alongside Ash and Kenny.

“When you tie me up,” she smiles at me and grows wide eyed, “Be really mean. Savage!”
“Are you really going to?” I point to her outfit.
“Of course! You know Kendra! She likes it natural!” she puts on black fingerless gloves.
“When it's my turn, I expect to be gagged with your socks,” I admonish her in a playful manner.
“You’ll get it!” Mary-Ann squeezes me again and noogies me.
“Be nice to her. She is smaller than you,” Ashley sweetly defends me from M.A.’s love.
“Gah! Get off!” I squirm away from her and giggle, “I’ll be really mean for that one!”

Today’s scene is a snapshot of what life is like for us girls. With the addition of a special scene for Kendra to engage in a fun curio with one of our podmates. We’ve got catsuit bandits, cops, pirates, bumbling kidnappers, and evil scientists on display. That means there are a lot of girls to get bound and gagged and to be filmed. It’s a lot, and we realize it’s business. I have to tell you the stories of Brooke Meeks and Jacqueline Martin though. There is a lot to explain so all of it will make sense to you. This is about Kendra’s friendships. Let's start with Brooke Meeks and Jackie Martin, the sweethearts with a playful side. Brooke and Jackie were also friends from juvie, just like Felice. Just like all of Kendra’s friends were.

Brooke grew up on a working ranch, routinely getting bound and gagged by her brothers. Unlike most of us, she walked out of juvie closer to her family than before she walked into it. Cheerful girls like her have lots of friends, and she made the mistake of texting while driving, plowing her car into a crowd of people, injuring several. The judge gave her the maximum sentence, and that was the end of Brooke driving forever. She refuses to get behind the wheel again.

Jackie’s childhood was a tragedy. Her parents both drank away all the money, to the extent that a young Jackie became so desperate for financial freedom that she resorted to crime in an attempt to survive. She got the money she needed to eat and all the little things she wanted. Mostly, she stole for food or money to buy food, school supplies, or to get clothes. It is a wonder that young Jackie had a pang of conscience and turned herself in, confessing a multitude of crimes that were unsolved mysteries because no one knew that the bandit in the ski mask was a teenage girl.

In juvie, both girls, like Felice, became dear to Kendra and, in Jackie’s case, Mary-Ann. Both of them have their own relationships with bondage. For Brooke, it is a sign of sibling love; but for Jackie, it was the method by which she restrained victims. It became a therapy for Jackie, and it was by getting into modeling and, in general, playing with Mary-Ann that she started to find her own way in her post-juvie life. Both have meaningful friendships with Kendra, a girl to whom all of us feel we can open up because of her blunt but well-intended honesty.

Shall we go into the films? Awesome. The best part is that many allowed us all to dress like we normally dress, so you will see many bandanas, skirts, gym shorts, and such. During the films, I refer to people by their film names usually, but this time I will not do it because of the faces that are new to this story. I’m wearing blue gym shorts, a pink t-shirt, knotted to show my belly and piercing, and a blue bandana headband to start, but there's a lot going on.

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Friends in Danger

Featuring	Model Name	As
Mary-Ann Voisin	Maddy Vee	Kidnapped Girl #1
Ashley Calland	Genevieve Badeaux	Kidnapped Girl #2
Hannah Jones	Sarah Johnson	Kidnapped Girl #3
Kendra Kristensen	Penny Nichols	Kidnapped Girl #4
Hannah Larsson	Karina Nilsson	Kidnapper

This film took nearly 60 minutes to film, let alone the 30 minutes of preparation work. At the beginning of the film, Kendra and Hannah are bound and gagged at my hands for no reason other than I felt like being a douche. They're wailing, and when Ashley enters the room I destroy her a good deal with rigid cuffs, straps, harness, and a big gag. Then Mary-Ann enters the room, and I take her prisoner as well, binding her with wire and gagging her with my own socks. It was a ton of fun, but not as much as the next film that was the sequel to this one…

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Friends’ Revenge

Featuring	Model Name	As
Mary-Ann Voisin	Maddy Vee	Kidnapper #1
Hannah Jones	Sarah Johnson	Kidnapper #2
Kendra Kristensen	Penny Nichols	Kidnapper #3
Ashley Calland	Genevieve Badeaux	Helpless Girl
Hannah Larsson	Karina Nilsson	Kidnapped Girl #1
Michela Palmeri	Lucille Rossi	Kidnapped Girl #2

What I did to Kenny was done to me, but it starts with Michela entering the room to find Maddy, Hannah, and Kenny conspiring to get revenge. Michela ends up kidnapped and humiliated in an amazing manner. Michela is tickled and spanked, and then I arrive, defend Michela, and also get kidnapped. Ashley is comically ignored while Michela and I are tortured. This is 50 minutes.

We also filmed a post-scene sequence for 20 minutes.

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Bandits Have Fun

Featuring	Model Name	As
Mary-Ann Voisin	Maddy Vee	Catsuit Bandit #1
Kendra Kristensen	Penny Nichols	Catsuit Bandit #2
Kylie Svensson	Star Blue	Kidnapped Resident #1
Jacqueline Martin	Missy Mischief	Kidnapped Resident #2
Felice Pryce	Roxanne Rutledge	Kidnapped Resident #3

In this 90 minute film, Mary-Ann and Kendra break into the house, binding and gagging Kylie, Jackie, and Felice. This film is all about the tickling and features a 30 minute aftercare as well. I got to be the main camera operator on this one.

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Bumbling Bandits

Featuring	Model Name	As
Brooke Meeks	Pearl Posse	Catsuit Bandit #1
Kendra Kristensen	Penny Nichols	Catsuit Bandit #2
Jacqueline Martin	Missy Mischief	Catsuit Bandit #3
Mary-Ann Voisin	Maddy Vee	Resident #1
Hannah Larsson	Karina Nilsson	Resident #2
Michela Palmeri	Lucille Rossi	Resident #3

Brooke, Kendra, and Jackie break into the house and find themselves captured and exposed. We captors exploit the captives and end up forging a new friendship in this 65 minute film. There is a 10-15 minute scene for the aftercare.

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Pirates Ashore

Featuring	Model Name	As
Felice Pryce	Roxanne Rutledge	Pirate Captive #1
Hannah Larsson	Karina Nilsson	Pirate Captive #2
Kendra Kristensen	Penny Nichols	Pirate Captive #3
Hannah Jones	Sarah Johnson	Pirate Captive #4
Ashley Calland	Genevieve Badeaux	Pirate Kidnapper #1
Kylie Svensson	Star Blue	Pirate Kidnapper #2

Pirates Ashley and Kylie break into the house, bind and gag the residents, and walk off with the treasure map in this simple 45 minute film. I was tied up first, and I enjoyed it a lot.

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Secretarial Adventures

Featuring	Model Name	As
Kendra Kristensen	Penny Nichols	Kidnapped Secretary #1
Hannah Larsson	Karina Nilsson	Kidnapped Secretary #2
Mary-Ann Voisin	Maddy Vee	Mad Scientist
Ashley Calland	Genevieve Badeaux	Scientist’s Assistant

Kendra and I are kidnapped from our cubicles and find ourselves the experimental subjects of an evil scientist and her diabolical assistant. This 90 minute film has it all: spanking, tickling, suits, and breathplay, and the ending is disturbing.

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How Cheer Works

Featuring	Model Name	As
Brooke Meeks	Pearl Posse	Kidnapped Cheerleader #1
Jacqueline Martin	Missy Mischief	Kidnapped Cheerleader #2
Felice Pryce	Roxanne Rutledge	Kidnapped Cheerleader #3
Kendra Kristensen	Penny Nichols	Kidnapped Cheerleader #4
Mary-Ann Voisin	Maddy Vee	Mad Scientist
Ashley Calland	Genevieve Badeaux	Scientist’s Assistant

Four cheerleaders are kidnapped so M.A. can figure out what makes laughter so much fun. This is a tickling montage that's 40 minutes long.

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Incompetent Cops

Featuring	Model Name	As
Hannah Jones	Sarah Johnson	Kidnapped Girl #1
Ashley Calland	Genevieve Badeaux	Kidnapped Girl #2
Kylie Svensson	Star Blue	Captured Cop #1
Kendra Kristensen	Penny Nichols	Captured Cop #2
Michela Palmeri	Lucille Rossi	Kidnapper #1
Hannah Larsson	Karina Nilsson	Kidnapper #2

Hannah Jones and Ashley have been kidnapped by me and Michela. Cops Kendra and Kylie are here to save the day, but instead they get kidnapped. There are two endings: the snuff ending and the creepy. When put together, this film, its first half and the two second halves and its aftercare are over 2 hours.

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Bad Service

Featuring	Model Name	As
Brooke Meeks	Pearl Posse	Angry Customer #1
Jacqueline Martin	Missy Mischief	Angry Customer #2
Felice Pryce	Roxanne Rutledge	Angry Customer #3
Mary-Ann Voisin	Maddy Vee	Captured Waitress #1
Kendra Kristensen	Penny Nichols	Captured Waitress #2

Waitresses Mary-Ann and Kendra are followed home and kidnapped by unhappy customers. It is a funny 40 minute film.



Yes, we filmed for 12 hours or so. Those numbers do add up. We started at 8 AM sharp and went until 8PM. This is why I am summarizing. Kendra was in every film, too. She is such a warrior, but she really is pushing too hard. She loves making bondage films despite not loving bondage. We had a ton of fun, and I did account for times to set up things or to dress.

“Hannah, I have a headache. A really bad headache!” and then Kenny drops in a seizure.
“NOOOOOOOOOO!” M.A. instantly lets out a blood-curdling scream.
“Kenny!” I am right at her side, and I know what has happened.
“Kendra! Don’t die!” best friends are always there when you need them.
“She’s not dead; she’s having a seizure,” I reassure Mary-Ann, who is now crying.
“Damn…,” Michela starts crying too and makes the sign of the cross.
“Indeed,” I instinctively do so in response to Michela.

I ride to the hospital with Kenny, holding her hand, and crying. I know she has seizures, but to see it is altogether different. Maddy was inconsolable. This is it. I am realizing that reality is now at the front. Mary-Ann has stopped running from reality, and I’m now accepting that this is our reality.

Kenny isn't leaving this hospital until that tumor is gone. Either the tumor goes… or she does.

Kendra… We need you.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Chapter 008: The Vigil
Friday, June 29, 2018

“Nathan,” Mary-Ann gazes into her husband’s eyes before leaning on his shoulder.
“Hannah, please,” the soft-voiced French girl takes my hand, “She’ll be all right.”
“I know,” I say with confidence, “But it’s still scary. She’ll be all right if the doctors do fine.”
“Right. Please,” she shows me her rosary beads, just like the ones Mary-Ann’s clutching.
“I love Momma Mary,” there’s a slight happiness that fills me when I think of God’s mother.
“Remember, she prays like we do. We’d like this request to be fulfilled, but His will be done.”

We are sitting in the hospital waiting room at the surgical center. Naturally, we are waiting. For Kenny. They said up to 7 hours. 7 agonizing hours. 7 hours of waiting. 7 hours of crying. Of hoping. Of wanting our friend to be healthy. Of wanting her to come home. Of wanting her to survive. Of wanting her to kiss her husband again. Of wanting her to again cuddle her child. Of wanting to make memories with her again.

It’d be 6-12 weeks of recovery, but Mary-Ann and I are ready to do this. We have promised that we will help in any way we can. It will be 3-6 months before only a scar remains. There will be the embarrassment of having her head shaved. Then there is still the possibility of a new life… that she will be permanently damaged by this. That there will be side effects. She will have to wait up to three months to drive again and up to a year before she can make films again.

I stare at the white walls and pray alongside Ashley, our voices in a whisper. Kendra isn’t quite as attached to this as she is to the Eucharistic Adoration. It suffices, though, and she won’t care how we pray as long as we pray. How far Kendra has come from a Protestant turned heathen to a devout Roman Catholic, exceeding even the girls around us who were raised in it. I am surely no shining example, but Kendra vowed to be my sponsor even if she has to do so in a wheelchair. The doctor said that wouldn’t be necessary, but she still made her promise to me.

“Marie, Hannah, come,” Ashley motions, “Let us go for a walk, hmm?”
“What’s on your mind?” I see through Ashley, “What is bothering you so deeply?”
“I saw Kendra’s phone light up,” the French girl holds it up, “It’s from Celianne.”
“Who?” I’m clueless.
“What’s she want?!” Mary-Ann’s eyes grow wide, and she clenches her fists, “That Jenny!”
“Celianne, mon ami… is Kendra’s younger sister, the one who picked on her all the time.”

All these years of knowing Kendra, and in my worry I had forgotten the names of her sisters. I had learned quickly that Kendra had stopped talking about her sisters in front of Mary-Ann, and I eventually stopped talking about them altogether until I had forgotten their very existence. All I cared about was Kenny, and her sisters were just nameless, distant afterthoughts to me now.

I know Mary-Ann loves Kendra, but to see her unable to decide whether to cry, rage, or forgive shakes me to the core. Never before has Mary-Ann’s nightmarish childhood been so obviously displayed to me. She genuinely cannot react to this except that she knows she is obligated by her solemn promise to protect Kendra during the recuperation period. In a moment of ingenuity, she takes the phone and responds This is Kendra’s personal nurse. She is unable to receive visitors for at least one week.

“Ross?” an official figure appears, “Your wife's doing better than any patient I’ve ever had and should be able to go home in a couple hours. We removed the entire tumor, and preliminary tests show no cancer. She's going to be fine; it was a big one. It’s no surprise she was having seizures and migraines. You're one of the lucky ones.”

“Oh, my goodness,” Mary-Ann breaks down crying, “Thank you, St. Bernadette. She won!”
“This is wonderful!” Ashley embraces me, while Ross embraces Mary-Ann, “She'll be OK!”
“I have to call Jenny!” I immediately place a call to my friend, “Jenny! I know you're working.”
“What's up? Is it Kenny? Oh, Hannah, how is she?” I can hear the anxiety in her voice.
“She's going to be fine once she comes around. They got it all, and likely no cancer!”
“YAAAYYYYYYYYYY! Thank you, Jesus! You go, Kendra!”
“God is so good!” I have never said those words before, “He decided we needed Kendra more.”
“I know you, Mary-Ann, and I need her for sure. Ashley and your friends Brooke and Felice do too. Go spread the good news. I’ll notify the concerned Kristensen relations.”

I can’t describe how happy I am! All my worries have been relieved. Kendra’s going to make it out of this all right. We’ve been here since 7AM, and Kendra was in surgery for 6+ hours after a nurse took her for some pre-op at 8AM. In other words, it’s 3PM, and we’re all exhausted after a long day here at the hospital. Kendra’s been here since her seizure the other day, away from both Ross and baby Mary. Ross looks so relieved; I can’t imagine what he’s been experiencing for the last several weeks, worried he would be a widower with an infant.

Ashley doesn’t know what to feel or how to react to the overwhelming happiness. Her emotions are in conflict with each other, but she’s happy for certain. Does one jump, cry, laugh, or smile at a time like this? Mary-Ann is exhausted because she likely stayed up all night praying before the monstrance at church. I don’t understand how Mary-Ann, Ashley, and Michela can pray for hour after hour like that, but they do it with natural ease. I’ll blame it on being raised Catholic.

“Hannah,” Ashley sighs and smiles as we sit down in the car, “Tonight, would you and Luisa like to capture Michela and I for some light relaxation? Nothing dirty for me, please. Just fun.”
“As long as you realize that Michela will wind up in bed with me eating her up,” I respond.
“The day will come where you, Michela, and I no longer do such things,” the French girl grins.
“Maybe,” I say wistfully, “It’s hard not to fulfill the urges when the feeling is mutual.”
“My dear friend,” my dear friend insists in a thick accent, “But it is wrong.”
“I know… It’s still a big source of struggle for me,” I look into her eyes and admit my weakness.
“You are so lovably human, Hannah.”

Kendra is a natural winner. How many people can say they quit coke like she did? And that was a good quality product, too. There’s C, and then there’s C that just sends a girl off to another place, mentally. The jokes about her deviated septum were cruel, and Kenny hated when doctors would look in her nose and ask what happened. It was like being forced to relive a part of her past she truly wanted to blot out. There were two things Kendra didn’t want to talk to a soul about except me and Mary-Ann: drugs and Mr. Reardon. Mary-Ann, Kenny, and Kylie all lost their virginity to Mr. Reardon or one of his cronies as juvenile inmates. To overcome such a terrifying experience and not go back to her prior C addiction spoke volumes to Kendra’s mental fortitude and why so many of us, including Brooke and Felice, adored Kendra as we did.

Brooke and Felice were unusual cases, really. Kendra, for some reason, through comments made in our Facebook group “We Survived Pod F,” which was limited to those girls I personally knew from being locked up together in Pod F (except for one girl who was Michela’s cellmate in the first month of her imprisonment and was a good friend to Mary-Ann and Ashley). Through a silly comment both of them made wishing Kendra a happy birthday in the group, Kendra decided to reach out to both and met up with each of them during the summer, and M.A. connected with Jackie in a similar manner. Through these meetings, Felice and Jackie were brought into the fold known as “The Bondagettes of Pod F” and were sucked up into my spiritual journey too; Brooke was sucked up into the Bondagettes as well but stuck to her evangelical farm girl roots. Felice is the important one in the present chapter, though, because she was the one I found waiting for me at home, sitting on the Palmeri’s couch playing video games with two of the three sisters. Luisa, of course, was in the kitchen making something to celebrate Kendra’s victory.

All of the Bondagettes are welcome in the Palmeri house. We don’t talk business here like when in a coffee shop, and we’ve our own moral qualities that have slowly grown while we’ve retained our identities. It is possible to be a good Catholic and dress like an edgy dominatrix if you are careful in how you do it. Mary-Ann and Felice shun graphic t-shirts, although I admit Jackie likes a mix of metal, grunge, and classic rock; it shows in her clothes. None of her shirts are foul though; she was a really good kid. Truthfully, Felice is a wild card. I bring this up now because it will be on full display in the next chapter because Felice called Mary-Ann while we were at the hospital and volunteered to assist us in the nursing process, particularly to help with the mundane but necessary things that Ross and Kendra used to split but otherwise would now all fall on Ross. I speak, of course, of cooking and cleaning, two things that the recently graduated mathematician did very, very well and did to make some extra money on the side. As part of these duties, Felice had packed her bags and driven up here to sleep on the bee in the spare bedroom at Kendra’s.

“There they are!” Michela turns to us when we enter the room, “See, Hannah? I told you so!”
“You didn’t know that at the time though,” I immediately counter in my usual manner.
“Of course not. I just trusted everything was going to work for the best no matter the result.”
“I wish I could have been as ready to celebrate as you.”
“Shut up and sit down between me and Soph before I force you to sit down,” her eyes sparkle.
“OK,” I accept, for once, that Michela’s approach truly is best, “I’ll sit down.”
“I like how you and Michela take turns bossing each other around,” Felice smiles at us.

I turn to say something to Felice, but she winks at me. She’s perhaps the most supportive of our strange arrangement despite being a straight girl. She’s never engaged in such acts with anyone, and she’s only dated a few passing guys once or twice each. She’s in no hurry for marriage or an unending adventure. She figures it will all come together perfectly when she’s not expecting it to happen. Frankly, I think she’s right. Michela, between games, gives me a kiss on the cheek.

I smile, but my mind’s in the hospital just like Ashley’s. Mary-Ann, Kendra, Mary, and Ross are in our hearts, and we await the inevitable text stating that Kendra is home and resting beautifully in her own bed. We know it won’t be for a while, but it’s only when that text comes that we will have assurance that the victory is Kendra’s and that the only thing to anticipate is the timeline of her recovery that will naturally unfold in its unique way according to her strength and health.

Around 10 PM, Ashley and Michela find themselves in bondage: crotch rope, boxtie, harness, a ball gag made in the TIE sorority style, and ropes along their legs. Two big muscular girls tied up in brutal rope bondage at the hands of smaller, weaker girls. It’s just the way they like it, and the way us three captors like it. Luisa likes being a captor most of all, but she is gentle. There is a transformation happening in me. I feel something different about today compared to the other days. Why do I feel like one of these coming days will be transformational for many of us?

Tuesday is just going to be an ordinary day of taking care of Kendra and making bondage films on the side, right? Somehow, I feel like it's going to be more than just that, but… Why?

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Chapter 009: Our Transformation
Tuesday, July 03, 2018

Mary-Ann is a paradox. She is rebellious yet in total surrender. She is edgy yet subdued. She is immodest yet modest. She is wearing form-fitting burgundy red leather pants, black socks, black combat boots, a black sports bra, and a burgundy red kerchief bandana. Around her neck are the many dogtags she so proudly displays alongside her crucifix and her Miraculous medal. If other religious medals are present around her neck, then I do not know about it.

I’m dressed in my own style of edginess, but that is because we are passing the time between the moments where Kendra needs us in our favorite way: making bondage films. This is why I wear black fishnet stockings. a black flowy miniskirt, black combat boots, a black bandana headband, black fingerless gloves, and a blue turtleneck t-shirt I’ve taped to reveal my midriff and piercing. We are using the upstairs guest suite for this first film.

Kendra's house is an amazing testament to the dreams she and Ross share of having as many kids as God will let them have. Kendra is really adventurous in this regard and didn't kill her child; to be fair, I was forced under the threat of grievous harm. Still, they splurged for a house that could accommodate or adjust to the possibility of 8 or more children. What passion!

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Sleeping Girl’s Capture
Production Date: Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Featuring	Model Name	As
Hannah Larsson	Karina Nilsson	Rude Housemate
Mary-Ann Voisin	Maddy Vee	Sleeping Housemate

Maddy is sleeping on the bed with a childish smile on her face. She is lying on her stomach on a bed that has solid pastel pink bedding. It's a lovely contrast to her clothing, and she is pretending to be asleep. At least I think she is! She doesn't react when I use the pink zips to bind her wrists behind her back or when I tie her ankles. I add a zip deep into the heels of her boots. I even put the pink 2 inch ball gag in her mouth, but I jerk the strap tight in a way that finally wakes her up with a fright. She really did fall asleep; she can be such an innocent soul!

“Mmmmmmmm!” she starts squirming.
“Welcome, sleepyhead! I saw you looking so cute and couldn't resist!” I zip her elbows tightly.

I zip up her body while she struggles and squeals. I zip her legs and thighs four times each for a secure binding, and I use longer zips to secure her arms to her chest by wrapping them on either side of her tits and at her waist. She does nothing but whine though! I spank her 6 times before leaving the view of the camera. She kicks and yells a lot during those next three minutes.

“Miss me?” I pull a solid black fabric hood over her head and secure the velcro around her neck, “What a lovely mystery bag? What's inside? Oh, yeah? Maddy! Have fun!”
“Gmmmmmmm!” the captive desperately squirms and cries out.

I spank her 12 times on this occasion and leave again. She was working on a drool stain for that pretty pink comforter, too. Oh, well. I get the best seat in the house to watch this particular girl in action. She squirms on the bed like her life is in the balance, and she really adds a notch to an otherwise basic film concept. Soon, I return though and spank her 6 times yet again.

“MMMMM!” she yells despite the hood, and repeats her cry when I roll her on her stomach.
“Look at you! All bundled up like a stylish burrito. I really ought to charge admission to watch this show," I taunt her while hogtying her from her ankles to her zips.
“MMMMMM!”
“Don’t go anywhere while I’m gone,” I give 12 more spanks, “Not that you can! Bye!"

Maddy struggles all over the bed, a helpless damsel-in-distress at the hands of Karina Nilsson. It all feels good to me so far, and that’s because I haven’t yet violated my moral compass.

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“That was fun,” I remove the hood and take the gag out of Mary-Ann’s mouth.
“Hannah, just know that I am going to make you eat my socks!” she laughs at me, “I’m cozy.”
“Want to stay there for a little while?” I stand up and put my hands on my hips.
“Just give me 10 or so minutes so I can savor the moment and not make waste of the zips.”

That’s Mary-Ann for you. She can have that rope bunny innocence in TUGs. I cut the hogtie zip so she can sit up, but she really just quietly enjoys herself for 9 minutes before declaring that she is ready to be released so we can move on to her revenge scene.

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Sleeping Girl’s Revenge
Production Date: Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Featuring	Model Name	As
Hannah Larsson	Karina Nilsson	Rude Housemate
Mary-Ann Voisin	Maddy Vee	Vengeful Housemate

“Oh, Madddddddyyyyyyyyyyy!” I walk into the room to discover my captive is missing!
“I knew you’d be back,” I hear Maddy behind me, locking the door, “Now you’re mine!”
“Come on, Maddy! It was just fun and games!” I turn around and grow fearful and pale.
“Yes, but it’s only fun and games when the captive is awake!” she snarls at me.
“Uhhh… Don’t be sore!” she turns me around and zips my elbows together, “UGH! MADDY!”
“This will teach you not to jump sleeping people!”

I get zipped up the same way Maddy was but with bright yellow zips instead. It feels good to be tied up; it’s so much fun and a great way to unwind since I had the overnight shift. But Maddy is kidnapping me! This is not the same thing as chilling out as good friends! The bonds are tighter than would be normal if this was just a friendly joust between friends.

“Maddy, let’s be reasonable,” I say while sitting on the bed, tied up just like I tied her but looking much prettier (in my arrogant opinion) thanks to the fishnet stockings and yellow zips.
“I think this is reasonable given what you did to me,” she is taking off her boots and socks.
“I think you’re getting bent out of shape.”
“My, my, you state the most obvious things,” she calmly stuffs my mouth with her socks.
“EWWWWWWW!” the rancid flavor of Maddy’s feet assaults my taste buds.
“This should serve you right,” she says and then wraps my head 8 times with the tape.

I am then hooded, spanked 12 times, and hogtied. There’s something special about being gagged with your assailant’s socks that makes it more special than being gagged with someone else’s. It adds to the humiliation for sure. How good and rancid. Mmmmmmmmmm. I love it so much I can’t even put it into words, and I am hoping there will be more socks on the menu for me today.

With a few minutes of me struggling and wailing into the gag, this film comes to a conclusion.

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“That was pretty fun!” M.A. cuts the zips along my arms, “Whoops! Forgot to ask.”
“You’re forgiven, Mary-Ann,” Felice laughs as she puts the camera down, “Good job, you two!”
“Mmmmmm,” I laugh while I unwrap the tape on my face and M.A. cuts the remaining zips.

That scene felt good too. I enjoyed it. I felt at ease. It was us acting out roles that worked with a style of play that was comfortable for us, although M.A. doesn’t like being jumped in real life. I could tell Mary-Ann enjoyed it by the sparkle I now see in her eyes; that one was a winner for her. My premonitions aren’t coming true, yet I still have that feeling in my gut. Onwards!

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She Should Have Stayed Away Part 1
Production Date: Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Featuring	Model Name	As
Hannah Larsson	Karina Nilsson	Bandit #1
Mary-Ann Voisin	Maddy Vee	Bandit #2
Felice Pryce	Roxanne Rutledge	Innocent Victim

The camera shows Maddy and I, still in the same outfits as before, masked with coordinating black western paisley bandanas. We’re sneaking around the upstairs of the house like two… bandits! Meanwhile, downstairs, Roxanne enters the house after a swim in the pool. She has a black tank top and tight-fitting ripped blue jean short shorts. The girl with the wavy black hair has put said hair behind her using a black scrunchie. She doesn’t know that bandits entered the house while she was busy going for a swim. We hear her approaching and get ready for Maddy to hold the girl at bay using her gun while I do the binding.

“Holy cow!” Roxanne reacts to the bandits in her home, “Oh, my God, don't shoot!”
“Take off your clothes,” Maddy calmly orders the resident, who is wide-eyed with fear.
“O-O-OK,” she complies and reveals a green bikini with bright, cheerful summer flowers.
“You should have stayed away, Missy!” I sinisterly sneer and begin binding her elbows together.
“Please… don't hurt me!” she pleads with us while seeing the weapon ready to kill her.
“Heh heh… good thing for us that you have no say in the matter,” I taunt her.

I tied her up tightly at her elbows, wrists, ankles, and thighs. I jam a 2.25 inch red ball gag in her mouth, which is big for a girl who stands at 5’2”. I wrap my right arm around her and fondle her tits with my left hand, evoking distressed wails from her. With glee, I unknot her bikini’s strings to reveal her t-ts and p-ssy and fondle both despite her protests, and now that she is naked I bind her further with a breast harness and a crotch rope that runs from her wrists to the harness. More fondling is accompanied by wailing as I drag her to the tub, force her into the tub, and hogtie her.

“You should have stayed away, my dear!” I plug the drain and turn on the water.
“Nmmmmm!” Roxanne shakes her head and wails, her struggles becoming more frantic.
“Yeah, people who get in our way end up being found by the cops just like this,” Maddy adds.
“Noooooooo!” the captive freaks out, “Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmmmm!”
“Nice playing with you, toots. Thanks for playing,” I turn to leave.
“Have fun! It's the last game you're ever going to play,” Maddy follows behind me.

For the next few minutes, the water rises along with Roxanne’s panic, and the film fades out…

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“All right!” I turn off the water, pull the drain, and remove Felice’s gag.
“Dang, that ball hurts!” she adjusts her jaw, grins, and laughs, “That was a good, fun scene.
“A little dark,” is my response, “But no real danger unless someone really screwed up.”
“Right here, naked, hogtied, and ball gagged in a tub, is definitely my favorite bondage.”
“Michela’s a fan of it too. She says the confined quarters makes it arousing.”
“But now it's Ashley's turn,” Mary-Ann grins at our French friend.
“Maybe dark, but it's a thrilling, harmless scene,” Ashley returns the grin, “Fun and safe.”
“Yeah, but the real breathplay is the true thrill!” Felice says with true eagerness.
“Shut up before I eat that carpet of yours,” I tease Felice while untying her.

Ashley and I would fornicate with a bound and gagged Felice, but unlike Ash I don't hurt myself with guilt trips afterwards. I really wish she would accept that she's bisexual and that she doesn't have to act on her same sex attractions. Just the other day, after Kendra's seizure, I found Ashley in her room sitting on the bed, vacantly staring, and praying a rosary. She hadn't forgiven herself for fornicating with Michela and couldn't accept that she'd made a mistake.

How lovely Ashley dressed. She has her olive green miniskirt, skin tone pantyhose, brown flats, a beige V-neck t-shirt, and a brown bandana headband. She is going into this next scene just like that, but I pause for a moment to change baby Mary’s diaper. These little things we’re doing are a massive help for Kendra, who continues sawing logs despite the daylight.

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She Should Have Stayed Away Part 2
Production Date: Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Featuring	Model Name	As
Hannah Larsson	Karina Nilsson	Bandit #1
Mary-Ann Voisin	Maddy Vee	Bandit #2
Ashley Calland	Genevieve Badeaux	Innocent Victim

Geneveieve Badeaux walks down the hallway singing a tune to herself, unaware that her beloved housemate is dead. She is full of joy despite the inner voices that rip her to pieces with guilt and uncertainty. She constantly fights the cognitive dissonance, and she grows closer to victory with each passing day. How she misses her parents and is unaware of her latest loss until she enters a room and finds herself face to face with two armed, masked bandits.

“Arms up. Clothes off. Nothing but panties and a bra,” I calmly point a gun at her.
“Blindfold yourself with that headband while you're at it,” my accomplice adds to things.
“I have no choice,” Genevieve complies with our commands..

The blindfolded French girl is tied more thoroughly than Roxanne. Since she is strong, Maddy ties her wrists, forearms, elbows, breasts, waist/crotch, ankles, knees, shins, lower thighs, upper thighs, and big toes. We also bring her to the bathtub and hogtie her before removing the brown bandana that blindfolded her. I plug the drain and start the water.

“Really? Why didn't you put a bullet in my head if you wanted to kill me?” the captive asks us.
“Drama. Knowing you slowly suffered,” Maddy says, “You should have stayed away from us.”
“How was I supposed to know that murderous bandits were in my home? Hmmmm?”
“Shut up!” I gag her with a red ball gag and pull the straps tight.
“You’ll be with your dead housemate soon,” Maddy taunts her.
“Noooooooo!”
“We know you’ll just die if you can't escape,” I say and turn to leave.
“Tell your friend we said ‘Hi,’” Maddy cackles as she follows me.

Just like before, Genevieve struggles and watches the tub fill, screaming and struggling until the scene fades out with the implication being that she has been killed.

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“That was another thriller!” Mary-Ann smiles innocently and helps Ashley.
“I really felt it that time,” my moral compass is still comfortable with things.
“This feigned danger. It is my favorite,” Ashley’s eyes sparkle while the water drains, “A faked danger scene would be a great part of a night of rough, kinky sex.”
“Yeah, but Ruthless Rustler Roxanne Rutledge is coming for you, Ash!” Felice teases her.
“Yeah!” I say eagerly, but suddenly breathplay doesn’t get me like it did before…

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Cattle Rustler Eliminates Another Bounty Hunter
Production Date: Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Featuring	Model Name	As
Ashley Calland	Genevieve Badeaux	Bounty Hunter
Felice Pryce	Roxanne Rutledge	Cattle Rustler
Hannah Larsson	Karina Nilsson	Sheriff

In this film, Bounty Hunter Ashley captures Rustler Felice, ties her up, gags her, and goes to investigate. Felice escapes, captures Ashley, and puts her in a strangle hogtie to “kill” her. During production of this one was when I realized something was wrong with me, but I wasn't registering what was happening.

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Of course, in safe practice, Ashley passed out minutes before any harm was near. This was how a girl kept herself from real harm, acting like real harm had come long before it came. We briefed on these things before a scene, especially when real asphyxiation was happening.

“I need a vibrator,” the French girl smiles.
“I am riding high after that,” Felice laughs a little, “I love this role so much!”
“Get me somewhere I can safely relax while you make the other film before you untie me.”

We’d made a pair of films with “Rustler Roxanne Rutledge” where she “killed” Kylie and M.A., but now it is my turn following Ashley. Felice writes these scripts with help from Kendra, who really gets Felice and knows how to bring out the small girl’s strongest qualities. It's my turn to be snuffed by the diabolical desperado, a girl who like me is a convert to Catholicism. Yes, that seemingly random fact is going to play a big role in a little bit.

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Cattle Rustler Eliminates Another Sheriff
Production Date: Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Featuring	Model Name	As
Felice Pryce	Roxanne Rutledge	Cattle Rustler
Hannah Larsson	Karina Nilsson	Sheriff

In this one, Felice captured me, tied me up, and gagged. It was a slow, dramatic, and sadistic tape smothering while I was forced to orgasm from a brutal crotch rope. This was when I put two and two together to realize something was very wrong. Felice was getting excited, and I wound up so frantic I drifted into subspace. I’d always enjoyed the power, yet today the alarms went off in my head for some reason I was about to understand soon.

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“I need to talk… to Kenny,” I say to Felice and Mary-Ann, “Alone.”

Up I go to talk to the one person I know who words things perfectly for me to understand all the different aspects of religion and Catholicism that completely confuse me. I feel violated when I have done plenty of snuff before this. Why did this scene feel diabolical, but the others didn't?

I’m crying. I’m scared. I’m confused. I’m distraught. I’m charged. I’m aroused. I’m… a bad Catholic. I'm still in subspace, and I am very relieved to see Kendra walking around. She has an inspiring look in her eye, and she immediately frowns upon seeing the look on my face. She has a kind way of understanding me, and she motions for me to take over from Ashley, so I help her to the loveseat, which she opens up so she can lean back and be comfortable.

“Your soul is disturbed,” she correctly reads the situation.
“Why do we do… breathplay? Why did it bother me after years of doing it shamelessly?”
“I…,” I don't realize it, but we have a crowd of listeners behind us, “You violated yourself. Hear me out. You know you’ve done something that is on paper just a film element to many, but, for you or Felice, it is dangerous coping. You're trying to regain control by playing these potentially deadly asphyxiation games. You need to stop. Now. You're hurting yourself. For some, it’s just an element to heighten drama, but for you it is about control or being controlled. Real danger is a drug for you, Ashley, and Felice. You need to readjust yourselves and look inside your hearts.”
“That explains so much to me!” Mary-Ann shows herself, “I wondered why everything felt odd to me. It was my conscience. I violated my principles. I’d wondered why I no longer felt such a rush like I used to feel during the actual acting portion. It was my shift from using breathplay as a coping mechanism to using it as a plot element, and I was setting off alarms in my brain.”
“Are you saying I… I can't have fun?!” Felice misunderstands the concept.
“Felice… I get what they're saying,” my eyes almost sparkle with the realization that my faith is deepening so much that I am violating my religious principles, “I will explain it later.”
“I see it. Hannah,” Kendra smiles and wipes a tear, “You finally have a moral fiber.”
“I think this is why I…,” Ashley struggles for the right words, “sometimes feel a rush, like you get when you're rock climbing… and sometimes like I'm being molested by Tante again.”

There are differences among thrill seeking, cathartic performance, and revisiting the past. Felice and I pretty much only revisited the past via power dynamics. Ashley and Maddy experienced a mix of power dynamics, catharsis, and thrill, hence M.A.’s diminishing emotions as she realized she didn't like it at all. Kendra saw films as nothing but work and thus only got the thrill from it, a thrill she enjoyed a lot, actually. The power dynamic aspect was unhealthy because we were in a dangerous loop of replaying the past over and over again, ripping off the scabs of old wounds.

At this point Ashley puts on the baseball game for herself and our friend. Kendra kindly motions for her old housemate, the sweet French girl, to squeeze up next to her. Kendra pulls a big quilt over both of them, and they watch the game in adorable silence. Mary-Ann, Felice, and I head to the basement to clean up the remaining mess. There is now a lot to be said, and M.A., still in her leather pants but now with a black t-shirt, adjusts her bandana while the chains around her neck shine in the light. The 24 arrests, the 6 prison ID numbers, the Crucifix, the Miraculous Medal, and the various saints all paint an interesting of the lovable girl with the squishy 34DD titties.

“I know some girls who would have spaced out more than I did,” I say ruefully.
“Michela, Jackie, me,” M.A. winks at me and sees Felice's sad face, “Felice, Jenny, Kendra…”
“Nichole, but… Felice, don't cry,” I go over to my friend and feel the confusion.
“I don't want to be bad, but I like it,” Felice whimpers despondently, “Am I a monster?”
“Of course not… We're just in a phase of our spiritual transformations,” I encourage her.
“My mom would be disappointed by me if she could see me right now.”
“Don't beat yourself up,” I encourage her, “It's a transformation beginning in our hearts. Felice, we're Catholics now, and we're having Catholic pangs of conscience.”
“Maybe you're right, Hannah,” she hugs me tenderly, “Maybe we’re developing healthy TUGs in our lives instead of always dwelling in the past. I have to go upstairs and make dinner.”

Felice wears the dogtags all the time like Mary-Ann, but she only has one tag because she only committed one crime, kind of like Kendra and Ashley. Felice has all the religious things added to her chain, like Maddy. She is still dressed like she was in the scenes except for her bandana neckerchief being removed and used to tie her hair in a ponytail. She has a little edginess, too.

M.A. is a paradox with those chains, the crew neck t-shirt, the kerchief, the leather pants, and the leather pants. I started with that, and I will end this chapter with it. No one is a better person to sit down beside me and watch Ashley and Kendra sleep and cuddle while the baseball game is on mute. She has an unique perspective because of her past. Baby Mary is stirring, though, and it is my turn to retrieve her, make sure her diaper doesn't need a change, and bring her to Momma.

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Chapter 010: Her Triumph
Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Kendra quickly improved, faster than her neurologist expected. We continued to rotate jobs for the Gentry family, but Kendra could at least walk around enough to get up and feed baby Mary on her own. She still couldn't complete many other tasks on her own, but she had graduated to doing the dishes again so long as one of us stood beside her.

“Hannah,” she says to me by the sink, “I don't think you know this,” she bites her lower lip.
“I’m listening,” I smile while climbing on a stool to put something away.
“First, Felice is mad at us, isn't she? Second, did you know I have a little brother?”

The first I suspect as well; the second is a bombshell. Kenny had a little brother? That's bad.

“No, I didn't know that. He got taken like Jenny’s brother, didn't he?”
“Yeah,” Kendra nods her head and starts to cry, “I was 13; he was 8. I miss him so much.”
“You're softening up in your old age, and it's beautiful to see,” I reassure her, “I’m sorry.”
“Martin was a good kid. I was his hero. Hannah, Felice is struggling a lot. She wasn't raised in a family like Mary and I were. It's up to you to help her,” the doorbell rings, “Oh, now who?”

There have been plenty of visitors to see Kendra. Jackie, Destiny, Nichole, Michela, Luisa, lots of Kristensen relations, other modeling friends, Gentry in-laws, and church friends have all been here to visit feisty little Kenny. Survivor F04; JF11120286; Little Corporal; Napoleon; Gigantic Lilliputian. Friend. Wife. Mother. Cousin. Confirmation sponsor.

We keep washing the dishes while letting Mary-Ann handle it. She has been Kendra's guardian angel throughout the process, and she is doing a good job. She knows who should and shouldn't see Kendra and, most importantly, when to turn them away because it's a bad time for Kendra. A commotion breaks out, though, and Mary-Ann becomes extremely hostile.

“I thought I told you not to come back here!” she almost is yelling.
“All right. That does it. MARY!” Kendra takes command of the situation, “Who is it?”
“It's…,” Mary-Ann has those familiar fearful eyes and is crying, “Celianne.”
“You know what? Let her in,” Kendra says, “She is my little sister, after all.”
“Hi, Kendra,” a fearful girl who looks like a tall, chubby, visually impaired Jenny walks in.
“Is this it?” Kendra embraces her sister, “Is this our reconciliation?”
“Mmm hmm. I’m sorry, Kendra, for being rotten and for hurting you when you needed love.”
“I need love now, too, baby. Take a seat,” the mother motions to her sister, “All’s forgiven.”
“I see you’ve made new friends who take good care of you.”

I go upstairs to find Felice and find her on her knees in quiet prayer. Like me, she was raised in an atheist household, but she was raised to be more open-minded and to know that her dad’s way wasn't guaranteed to be the right way. I was a hateful bigot who outright mocked those who tried to be my friends. We share a spiritual struggle. Her life went downhill after her mom died after a brutal battle with cancer; she was 13 when her mother left this life.

Felice has found her joy in faith by practicing like Kendra with an appreciation for a multitude of saints, a patient love like Michela’s, and an outward expression like Mary-Ann’s. The result is a girl who wears leather in her daily life and wears 2 dozen saint medals alongside her dogtags and crucifix and even wears them all on the same chain. She found so many she liked when Michela took us to a Catholic bookstore along with Luisa and learned their stories.

“Hannah, I need your help,” Felice says, “I have a disordered approach to breathplay.”
“All right,” I finally take responsibility instead of running, “What kind of help do you need?”
“You get the full faith and bondage aspect better, and you understand psychology. Why?”
“Well,” I grab a roll of 1.5” black electrical tape, “Because, Felice, it’s the control that you crave, the power over the captive. You’re turning it into a narrative, if you will. It’s not about captivity but about allegory. You’re not chasing a high like Kenny; you’re running from the past.”
“It’s all giggles though when I’m not making movies, even when it’s roleplay or cosplay,” I hear the confusion in her voice, “Am I… scripting myself being a girl locked up in prison again?”
“That’s exactly what you’re doing,” I say with a little bit of quiet reflection in my voice, “We’re both still running. Kenny turned to face it headlong years ago; Mary-Ann already figured it out; Ashley never ran in the first place but is scarred; Michela doesn’t know what she battles even if she’s winning the fight; Kylie sank down n defeat before rising like a Phoenix; Jackie’s battling a demon she denied existed but doesn’t affect her relationship with TUGs; Destiny came out of the box with both arms swinging and found peace with the past; Hannah rode the wave of friendship over the psychological warfare; and I’m finally accepting the battle and ready to fight.”
“Let’s fight together then,” Felice looks into my eyes, “And win together. For Kendra.”

Felice takes off her clothes so she’s just in pink panties and a matching pink bra. I take the tape and begin wrapping it around her wrists to tie her arms together, wrapping it several times before I also wrap it around her waist several times. The next strip wraps around her elbows before also wrapping around her chest on either side of her tits. She’s going nowhere on my watch. Felice’s face betrays a smile; she’s already having fun with this new dynamic between us.

I wrap the tape around her ankles, shins, and knees in a similar fashion. I’m not done taping her body yet, but I need to do things in a particular order to ensure the maximum pleasure for both of us during this game. I remove the pink crew socks she was wearing and stuff them tightly in her mouth before wrapping her head in wider, 2 inch electrical tape. I squeeze her face down with a seeming lack of empathy, but it’s just the way she likes things to be. I then put a vibrator against her crotch and tape it in place. Only then do I tape her thighs together in three places. She has no chance of escaping this one, knows she is at my mercy, and loves the situation. Should she be in this situation though? Am I doing more harm than good?

Felice wants something more than to be bound and gagged though. This is a mental exercise for both of us. We have an unhealthy dynamic operating within us, and I have to humble myself and acknowledge that my issues are both easier to conquer and much closer to being conquered. We need to help each other, and as Kendra’s second best friend I feel an obligation to help a girl who strongly admires Kendra and looks up to her for both personal and spiritual advice.

“MMMMMMM!” Felice groans and squirm before jiggling her chest.
“All right, my friend,” I wink at her and expose her tits only because she asked for it.
“GRRRRR!” she pretends to growl at me despite this being her favorite situation.
“Oh, that does it,” I sit down and put her on my lap so I can make her happy.

I think she understood what made this different from the “Ruthless Rustler Roxanne Rutledge” films she so strongly enjoyed producing. In those films, she was a desperado, a horse thief, who resorted to any means necessary to protect herself, even heartlessly killing. Thus, the films saw a girl usually put into intense and possibly humiliating bondage, tortured for sadistic thrills, and finally snuffed, with the breathplay sometimes being real. I had my nose taped in the last film; Ashley had been put in a strangle hogtie; Michela had been shut in a safe. Thrilling but rough.

I don’t realize it, but Mary-Ann is watching us. She is studying and approving of the way I have been handling this situation with my taped friend. In fact, she more than approves and walks up beside me and puts a hand on my shoulder. Mary-Ann looks into my eyes for a moment, with an almost maternal gaze. She knows that we're spiritually confused and happy to see us grow.

“How about you do the same to me?” she asks me with a mischievous gleam in her eye.
“Already, M.A., you asked for it. Strip!”

Mary-Ann strips down to her black sports bra and black briefs while keeping her black bandana headband. I repeat the electrical tape tricks on her body, but because she is 7 inches taller I tape her leg segments in four places each, and I tape her arms a third time without wrapping her body like I did with the elbow and wrist tapings. She, too, gets a vibrator against her crotch with her own socks stuffed in her mouth for the gag. I take time to tape their big toes together. I pull the bra up and gleefully watch Mary-Ann’s scrumptious 34DD floppy. This is no longer escaping the pasy; it's our healthy way of relaxing in the present. It's time to have fun with these two.

“Gmmmmm!” I clamp Felice's nipples using binder clips.
“Nooooooo!” I do the same to Maddy,

Downstairs, Kenra is having a moment with her sister. This is more than just a meeting; it's their souls coming back together to the way things used to be. Sisters are reunited and are able to take back the relationship that they’d once lost. It had been 3 years, but Celianne was ready to admit her significant role in driving Kendra towards drugs and out of the family home. Kendra took on the responsibility for both her reactions to the unfair treatment as well as her crass attitude.

Perhaps more interesting is hearing them talk in Danish with perfect pronunciation. I am not so blessed to be a girl for languages. Kenny has tried and tried to teach me Danish so I could join in on her and Jenny’s secret conversations and to use it as a plot element in films. She even bought a Rosetta Stone package to practice Danish and also mastered French to talk to Ashley! On top of this, she managed to teach French to Mary-Ann using this program, and they learned together! My worst class in high school was Spanish, in which I always got C’s and B’s, despite my strong understanding of the English language and all the nuances of its grammar.

Maddy and Felice look at each other, and I see the lightbulb go off in Felice’s eyes the same way it went off for me just a week before. She almost pauses in reflection, and she nods her head for a little bit while watching her fellow electrical-taped bondagette squirm and squeal. Mary-Ann’s a shining example despite her flaws. Yes, she wonders if some things we do violate some of her beliefs, and what she allows on camera is different from what she allows with friends or with her husband. Felice and I have a difficult, uphill battle, but the first of many small battles is won.

The electrical tape isn’t as sticky as duct tape, but some girls like the feel of the vinyl more and enjoy the way it stretches with time. Felice is one such girl. I actually take more of the tape and wrap both of their heads to blindfold them. As much as I would enjoy spanking Felice with that paddle she enjoys so much, I realize that today such is not the best thing for her and that she will have to be content with the vibrator and clamps. I’ve done enough, and now she must do the rest on her own. This is what love will do, and how empowering this feeling is!

“Hey,” I hear Kendra’s voice behind me, “Aren’t they cute? I love electrical tape.”
“Yeah,” I back up so we can talk in the hallway, “I couldn’t spank her though.”
“I’m proud of you,” she looks into my eyes, “You put spirituality first.”
“She needs this. Just fun,” I try to rationalize my actions, “No punishment or breathplay.”
“No, you saw her soul needed this to put the fun back in TUGs for you and her alike.”
“Kenny, how was…,” I realize I’m changing topics again, “What else does she need?”
“What she really needs right now is for Michela to come over and vamp her a little, but…”
“But what?”
“It’s not morally right, but it’s the kind of play she needs. Let’s help them orgasm,” she smiles.
“I can agree with that,” I follow Kendra into the room, realizing the triumphs we’ve had today.
“So, want to hear about Celianne?”

Celianne had once been the joy of Kendra’s life, her little sister whom she cherished. They had a shared love for their baby brother, their only brother. They’d been in music together, and nothing brought them more joy than practicing and giving each other tips. They were as close Kendra is to Jenny, but then it eroded with Celianne’s promotion to soloist. It continued to be all right until Kendra got arrested; then, even Celianne turned against her hero. Kendra’s father was convinced that she was hopeless, but it was more than that. It all started with music; then their oldest sister received a lucrative scholarship. Next thing Kendra knew, she was a reject.

Through it all, there was the other sister, the oldest sister, Andrea, who steered clear of it all with an almost blissful ignorance. She didn’t care to scope out the truth for herself; if Dad said Kenny had turned into a monster then it had to be true. To this end, Kendra puts a big favor at my feet: I will bring her to meet her sisters at the coffee shop on Saturday morning. Saturday is going to be a big day, then; Kenny will be reunited with her biological family early and then after that will be united to her new spiritual children during the confirmation service. Kendra has won the battles against a coke addiction, a sexual predator prison guard, and a brain tumor. Now, it is the time to completely defeat the past and prove to Andrea that she truly has reformed.

“I’ll do it,” I say with confidence, “I know I can.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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Trying to face your past after running from it for a long time isn't easy. Running becomes your safe place. Great update!!

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Trying to face your past after running from it for a long time isn't easy. Running becomes your safe place. Great update!!

It's not easy, but this story is more than just Kendra's victory over a brain tumor.

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Chapter 011: The Big Day
Saturday, July 14, 2018

Felice, Jackie, Hannah Jones, Destiny, and I had all long anticipated this day: confirmation day, a day where five friends, all former inmates, would either join other friends in Roman Catholicism or, for Destiny, finish a process that had been started as a child. Before that could happen, there’s a promise to fulfill, a promise I’d made to my beloved Kendra Penelope Kristensen Gentry.

In the past few days, Kendra has become increasingly alert, but she still needs to pause and take a nap every day right after lunch. Some days, she asks Mary-Ann to take a nap with her, just like they did when they were roommates sharing a bed because they only had two beds. There are no sexual feelings; it is just them being best friends who comforted one another. Kenny puts on her own dress and ties a kerchief bandana to hide as much of her pain as possible.

“How do I look?” Kendra asks me with sweet anticipation of the moment to come.
“Like a godmother,” I say and wipe a tear from her eye, “You won, Kenny. Congratulations.”
“For a long time,” she pauses in thought, “I was so worried about Ross, Mary, and my friends.”
“Tell me what you mean,” I know what’s coming out of her mouth next.
“What if I died? Who would spiritually watch after you, Jackie, and Felice? Who would nurse my baby? Who would comfort Ross? What would Ross do? What about Jenny?”
“Instead, you’ve got more time, and now you get to be a godmother to your fellow survivors.”

Survivors. We all were survivors. Kendra survived different circumstances from me, and neither of us survived what Felice, Jackie, Mary, Ashley, or any of our other prison friends survived. We all had our unique journeys that brought us together. God wanted us together, and we found each other in the darkest depths of despair. Now, we were survivors and winners. This was more than conversion for us; it was another celebration of the impossible odds we overcame to be here.

Last night, Kendra did something wonderful: she played her clarinet for me and Mary–Ann. I’d heard the stories, and she even got permission to have her clarinet in prison. She played it only a little bit, though, but it came with her to Mary-Ann’s house that night and became part of her life again. Now, she was back to her old quality playing, and she was content to play for loved ones. As we walk into Dunkin’ Donuts, Kendra takes my hand and squeezes it tightly. I turn to her to see her crying; never has she been so vulnerable. She wipes her eyes with her hand and leads the way into the coffee shop. As soon as we’re inside, she points to a girl who looks like her but is thinner, about my height, and has Kenny’s beautiful brown eyes. Kendra clutches her crucifix.

“Andrea,” Kendra motions for me to follow her to her sister, “It’s been too long.”
“Sis,” Andrea stands up and chokes up a little, “You look so different but so similar.”
“I’m only different inside,” my friend smiles, “I’m still sharp-tongued, opinionated Kendra.”
“I’m sorry for being a bad sister and not helping you,” Andrea embraces Kenny like Jenny does.
“I’m sorry for being a bad sister, too,” Kendra says, “But, it’s different. I’m married. I’m now a Roman Catholic, and, in a little while, I’ll be this girl, Hannah… her confirmation sponsor.”
“You… converted,” Andrea pauses, “And even converted your old… Coke dealer?”
“Isn’t it amazing how much people can change, both to become worse and to become better?”
“I missed you so much,” the sisters exchange cheek kisses, “Now look at you. So beautiful.”

I get to sit and be the witness to the sisters being sisters again. After 3 years of separation and 6 of estrangement, they sit together, and they're happy. It's a feeling I cannot appreciate because I am an only child, although I have been estranged from loved ones before. To see Kendra happy is not so unusual, but to see her with three girls who look like her and have similar sardonic and caustic senses of humor is a little overwhelming.

Then I get to see Kendra almost glowing with true joy, the joy she feels only when she's sitting in church. She is radiant and humble because she cannot believe that of all their friends that Felice, Jackie, and I all picked her to be their sponsor. Destiny is sponsored by Ashley because they had a large overlap in their prison stays (small relative to Ashley’s 6 years), and Hannah is sponsored by Michela. Mary-Ann got to be Kendra and Ashley’s sponsor, so she isn't left out at all. She is the proud grandmother, I guess. Michela was confirmed just two weeks before her incarceration. Now, we're all together in this journey of faith and love.

Perhaps more special for me is having all the Palmeri family in attendance for my sake, but there is only one Kendra. Kendra is the real winner. She faced a life-threatening situation headon and won despite her fears. Before the mass, she spends a long time before her beloved monstrance in quiet contemplation with Jackie on one side and Felice on the other. They share this love.

Destiny, Ashley, Mary-Ann, and I instead enjoy the lull before the show by taking time to pause in prayer before different statues. While the adoration helps you grow in faith, I feel that statues help me to focus. It's just my perspective, just like Felice has a chain loaded with medals, Jackie wears a bracelet, Hannah loves the Blessed Mother, and Destiny loves the Divine Mercy. We're all flawed, but we will one day all be able to go before the priest in confession and, I hope, tell him that we’ve not committed those sins that currently plague us the most.

For Michela and me, it's lesbianism. For Felice, it's genuine sadism. For Destiny, it's anger. For Jackie, it's self-hatred. For Kendra, it's impatience. You get the picture. I won't denigrate M.A., Hannah, or Ash by going into these things. We all struggle, though, and we're candid with others about them. Perhaps Destiny and Hannah are too honest. They're beautiful souls though. We all had a long, uphill battle to get to this point. We’ve all chosen saints with whom we identify for our confirmation names. It’s not easy for us all, but we do it with… with faith.

Kenny had made me a promise that she would defeat the brain tumor so she could be here, and it is humbling to see her wearing that pink bandana as she leads me, Felice, and Jackie towards the bishop, who then, one-by-one, pronounces the words of the sacrament upon us, welcoming all of us into the congregation of Roman Catholicism. I look over and see Mary-Ann crying from her seat with the choir. Her face is practically glowing with happiness. I remember that first time I really got to talk to her one-on-one with us both in an emotionally stable state, and the first thing she said about me was “You’d make an awesome Roman Catholic, Hannah,” and she apparently had expressed a similar sentiment with Jackie, noting Jackie was almost like Robin Hood.

Afterwards, we have a real celebration at a place that is so familiar to all of us: Teddy’s All-Day breakfast. Today, instead of wearing prison uniforms to commemorate our rebirth into society, we’re all dressed like girls who just came out of a confirmation ceremony to commemorate our spiritual rebirth. Despite his disagreement, Felice’s father proudly sits through both the feast and the ceremony to be with his daughter. Destiny is accompanied by her parents; Hannah and I are with the Palmeri’s. Only Jackie is here alone, but she is only physically alone because we have girls like Kendra, Mary-Ann, and Ashley here as well. It is a grand party.

“To our sisters in Christ,” Ashley stands up with her glass of orange juice, “who overcame bodily and spiritual ailment in order to be here and share in the faith that kept me alive and sane despite all that happened to me, the faith that gave Michela the strength to fire the gun and to endure the unjust punishment, the faith that Mary-Ann loved so much that she ran away from foster care so she could practice it, the faith that Destiny once loved and rediscovered in prison. To our friends Hannah, Jackie, Felice, Hannah, and Destiny, we thank God you’re now fellow believers as well as friends. To Kendra, we thank God for your victory over the brain tumor.”

We all can raise our glasses in a toast to that one. The unifying spirit here is really Kendra more than I, even if Ashley, Michela, and I had overlapping prison sentences with the other girls in the room unlike Kendra. Kendra was the first one who made the leap to Roman Catholicism, and it was her example that helped all of us make the decision to immerse ourselves in that faith even if we had other factors primarily driving us to make the decision. For Jackie and Felice, she really is the person who led them to be here today.

We all have cause for a celebration, but none of us had as grand of a cause to celebrate as Kendra Penelope Kristensen Gentry, her husband Ross, and her infant daughter Mary-Ann Elizabeth.

Thank you, Lord, for our sweet, Napoleonic Kenny.

THE END

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Great ending!