Dastardly Girls (FFF/FF)
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Dastardly Girls (FFF/FF)
Friday, February 04, 2022
FANTASY
I reknot the bandana that’s around my neck, a cowboy style red bandana, unaware my ordinary day is about to come to a tumultuous end. I throw my blonde curls behind my head and adjust my good ol’ classic style cowboy hat, my cowboy boots, and my shirt… just in time for the lasso to ensnare my arms and crush them against my sides, temporarily trapping me. It’s all she needs.
“I got you, Jackie!” my enemy, Destiny Reilly sneers, and she quickly ties my wrists and elbows behind my back with that New Jersey retired-gangster brutality, “Enjoy your final moments!”
“No, don’t, please!” I beg her, but a black bandana cleave gags me, “UGGGHH!”
She deftly ties my ankles, all while cackling from behind her black bandana mask, and then my thighs. I am easily, almost farcially, thrown over the back of her horse, and she rides off with her new prisoner, all while townsfolk yell for the sheriff. She’s undaunted, riding faster and faster away from town, until she’s so far that no one can find her…… or……... gulp…… me.
She drops me on the train tracks with an evil sneer, cackling as I writhe, unable to escape due to the ropes she uses to fasten my body to the tracks. I hear a train horn. She’s totally deranged in every way! She’s killing me?! No! I wail into the gag, but the train approaches. Soon, I splat in the way only video game characters can, a red burst filling the screen.
REALITY
“I HATE YOU, Destiny!” I say and punch her in the arm.
“Ha!” her laughter reverberates throughout the room, “Oh, Jack, you should’ve seen your face!”
I shake my head and throw my head back in such uproarious laughter that I accidentally fling my headphones backward; they literally land in the wastebasket behind my head, between our desks. Such a classic move from Destiny, and I love when the worm turns like only she knows to do. In just a blink, we’d gone from friends to video game nemeses.
Game night is the major highlight of my week. Destiny Reilly, Felice Pryce, Alexandra Watkins, Taylor Zawislak, and I will play online games like Red Dead Online where we can cause all sorts of mayhem. Felice often brings her laptop here, like tonight and sits in the bedroom while we all communicate using headsets. It is always a good time, and sometimes us Cool Girls (not Taylor) end up bound and gagged as punishment for losing.
Taylor is the only part of our gaming clique who isn't a Cool Girl, but she still playfully chimes with cheeky suggestions on how others should be tied, if circumstances permit. Tonight, it's Red Dead night, but we play Grand Theft Auto, Escape from Tarkov, and a whole host of ironically wholesome yet violent games. Yeah. That's it. Wholesome yet violent. Violently wholesome. Awful. But fun! Endearingly savage. Savagely endearing. Yeah! Asinine. Yet glorious.
“Would you girls please get back into the room?” Xandra taunts us from her own home, “Now?”
“Watch it, Xandra,” Destiny warns into her mic, “I got a nice hogtie with your name on it.”
FANTASY
I reknot the bandana that’s around my neck, a cowboy style red bandana, unaware my ordinary day is about to come to a tumultuous end. I throw my blonde curls behind my head and adjust my good ol’ classic style cowboy hat, my cowboy boots, and my shirt… just in time for the lasso to ensnare my arms and crush them against my sides, temporarily trapping me. Nooooooo! Are. You. Freaking. Kidding. Me? No. No. Not again! No! No! You know what, Felice? You're a neenerhead! Dust-brained mule-kicker! Lily-livered bandit! Hornswoggling snake-wrangler!
“My gorgeous b-tch to kill,” Felice Pryce wickedly sneers as she throws me on her horse after I am bound again… Only I’ll be more accurate with the descriptions and say it's just wrist and ankle bondage. No gags or elbow ties in Red Dead Redemption. I cannot stop her. Oh, no, not the mountains! No! No! Felice, you're a despicable sadist. No!
She’s insane! She’s killing me?! No! No! She throws me off a mountain, the second bounce on the slope killing me… Pixelated blood… Death screen… Xandra’s shrieking about a train, so she must be exploding into a pixelated, high definition death at either Destiny’s or Taylor’s hands…
REALITY
“Felice Pryce, I oughta walk into that bedroom and stuff my panties in your mouth!” I howl.
“Make it your socks, and you’re welcome to try,” she snorts, “Ahhh ha ha haaa! You’ll lose… of course,” she says like it’s a fact of life, and I can picture her rolling her eyes in the next room.
She thinks I wouldn't stuff my panties in her mouth? If she keeps pushing, I might put on a fresh pair just so I can stuff them in her mouth. That girl’s lips cut like a buzzsaw, and I love her so freaking much. She knows it all. I know it all. Destiny has been through it. Here, we escape the realities of our pasts and lives. Taylor, Felice, Destiny, and I from being incarcerated juvenile delinquents, and Felice, Destiny, and I each have a slightly tragic backstory. Game nights are fun ways to relax and vent the stress that we can’t show outside the safety of each other. Who knew that Red Dead Online could be so violent?
“Go ahead, baby doll, make my day,” Felice loves pushing my buttons, doesn’t she?
FANTASY
I reknot the bandana that’s around my neck, a cowboy style red bandana, unaware my ordinary day is about to come to a tumultuous end. I throw my blonde curls behind my head and adjust my good ol’ classic style cowboy hat, my cowboy boots, and my shirt… just in time for the lasso to ensnare my arms and crush them against my sides, temporarily trapping me. Uggghhh! Noo! Alexandra Watkins, you don't believe in God, but, when I am done with you, you will know the fear of God! No! No! Don't hogtie me! Don’t throw me on your horse like a hunting prize!
“My turn!” Xandra gleefully taunts me while she does the deed, enjoying this too much.
“Not. On. My. Watch. Sweethearts,” Felice self-aggrandizingly chortles into her headset.
Away Xandra—the wicked witch of the wild west—rides, unfazed by what was said by the girl who right now is most likely casually sitting cross-legged on my bed, with a bright pink bandana as a full headscarf in a total powerplay. I’m helpless, just getting to ride as a passenger on the Xandra Express.
BANG! BANG! Felice dishes out two flawless headshots from afar.
REALITY
“You suck, Jackie. Seriously. You really turn suck up to 11,” Taylor deadpans.
“That was an atrocity, you girls. God awful,” Destiny says, turning to look at me.
“I just looovvveeee committing war crimes in peace time,” Felice wickledly cackles.
“Felice Pryce,” I sigh and see Destiny shaking her head, “May you spontaneously combust.”
“I just knneeewwww you would make a reference to This Is Spinal Tap,” she coos, “I am ready whenever you are for the panties and the socks… so I can tie you up and use your face to…,” her voice then drops to a soft, slick, condescending purr, “Indulge myself.”
“Ewwwww!” Taylor snickers into her mic, “Oh, Felice, wash your filthy mouth out with soap!”
“She gets communion with those lips!?” Destiny pretends to be aghast while howling in laughter.
It's true. Taylor, Destiny, Felice, and I are Roman Catholics. Taylor married a Catholic, and her husband sometimes plays with us (he's working tonight). Felice genuinely struggles with dozens of things related to her sadistic tendencies and will be the first to tell you that. She has chains all around her neck with her dog tags—etched with her incarceration date, release date, cell number. and prisoner ID number—and around 3 dozen saint medals—because she couldn't pick just one.
FANTASY
I don't even bother with the pink bandana, well aware that Taylor is coming for me. There is always a debate whether Xandra or I is the most easily ambushed girl of the lot, but right now I am being comically hunted like a legendary beast. I run. Run like hell. Gotta keep my stamina up, though, so that I can fight if need be. Run—damn it—run, Jackie. Get on your trusty steed. Ride! I have the edge for once. I’ve got my mojo back finally. I’m a plumb loco critter.
Use my deadeye. Take aim. Fire! Hell, yeah! I just got a perfect headshot on Destiny's horse so I can enjoy a rare moment of intoxicating triumph. Hogtie Destiny; throw her on my horse; ride like hell. Ride like hell. Ride like hell. No—scratch that—ride like Taylor or Felice might be pursuing me. That's a strong statement. Awful women, those two. I can't imagine any of us five as mothers except in dark scenarios. Turn off the trauma sensors, Jackie. Focus on the game.
Yes, Destiny, I am dropping you off the train bridge into the big, wide river. Grab Mr. Snipples, my trusty sniper rifle. Scan. Aim. BANG! BANG! Take that, Felice. Get back on my horse. Ride up to her dead body. Light a cigarette. Drink some whiskey. Recharge my dead eye. Yes, I teabag my opponents in other games. Get back on my horse—”Mmmmmmmm!”
REALITY
“Mmmmmmm!” Felice’s hand gags me effectively despite being two inches shorter than me.
“Whose will it be? My socks, or yours? Am I giving you the works, or are you planning to keep going on the game?” she hisses like a seductress in my ear, “Shall I expose you? Fondle you? I’m in the right mood and might follow up on that threat to use your face. Anything you want.”
“I want to keep playing. Do anything you wish,” my heart beats with excitement at the thought.
Now, my outfit matters, so let’s get into Jackie Martin, Hottie-in-Distress. I actually dressed up for the moment because work had been so stressful. That meant a tight black denim knee skirt to give me some cowboy flair, pink pantyhose, black cowboy boots with silvery highlights ( Felice and I bought ours together during a girls-night-out at the Mall of America), a pink short-sleeve button-up blouse, a black cowboy style bandana around my neck, and, of course—because I am a Gangsta Thief still—a black kerchief bandana to hold my hair back. Beautiful? Hell, yeah!
A pair of Irish-8 handcuffs is on my ankles, and 15 zipties are evenly spaced up my legs up to my waist. Another zip is on my big toes. All black zipties. A vibrator is right up against me and strapped to my thigh. Felice’s socks are in my mouth under 8 layers of white electrical tape and a black muzzle gag, which is padlocked shut. Yes, I must play the game like this, but my arms are free. It's going to be awful but fun. Just watch. All while dressed like a wicked cowgirl!
FANTASY
As soon as I restart the game, Xandra and Taylor end me with a double headshot. Both are safe in the comfort of their own homes. They can't earn wrath like I have. I respawn with a renewed sense of purpose. How… humiliating… to climax is one thing… to groan while climaxing is an entirely different thing. The wand makes me groan… Into my mic which Felice trapped under the muzzle! Oh, she is an awful woman. Awful but fun. Yes, I still love her, thanks for asking.
Where was I? Respawn. Ride my horse. Find Taylor. Headshot. Watch Destiny go by with a hogtied Felice and feed her to the bone-cracking giant albino alligator. That's sick, Destiny, and worse is that I’m laughing into Felice’s scrumptious socks. Horrid gag. Awful. Nasty. Toxic. Humiliating. Awesome.
REALITY
I love having side-by-side gaming stations with Destiny. I’m watching her face light up with the kinds of affection she won't verbalize because of her tough girl personality. Being flatmates with her is such a treat and a blessing. I can enjoy TUGs, play games, and talk faith, all while getting into arguments over what kind of pizza to order. Destiny is amazing.
“Revenge comes in the form of a 5’2” brunette dominatrix,” Felice hisses into her headset.
“Ooohhh,” Xandra laughs, “Do the orgasm gag! Do it! Destiny deserves it for that stunt!”
“Says the girl busy getting fed to the grizzly bears,” the sadist issues another playful warning.
“I think Destiny deserves to be juiced like a lemon and then to have to enjoy it,” Taylor adds.
Destiny is a monster tonight, I write in the chat, Orgasm gag!
“Oh, look who's here,” Destiny grins and turns her chair to face Felice.
Now, for the irony. Ready for it? Felice is a police officer in real life; Destiny and Taylor work as hall guards in the same juvenile girls’ prison in which we were incarcerated; I work as a gym instructor in the same prison, setting things up and taking things down for the morning workouts that are part of the daily life of the inmates and spend the rest of my shift as another guard. My job involves being on patrol in places like the gym. It really can be rough because we all work on a rotating schedule. I have it easier, though, because I rotate between two 10-hour shifts, but the four-phase four-team 8 hour shift rotation like Destiny and Taylor have is way worse.
In fact, Felice is wearing her uniform: all black with a blue button-up shirt. Her pink bandana headscarf is an addition she made just to add flair and femininity to her outfit after finishing her shift. She came here exhausted this evening, stressed from an intense shift full of anxiety, crime, and heartache. It made her face her past in a rough way, and she silently ate a cheeseburger and fries with Destiny and I before feeling safe enough to open up to us.
“This is your last warning,” Felice threatens, bopping Destiny on the nose as she leaves.
FANTASY
Groaning in climax from the vibrator is hilariously humiliating to have happening to me while we’re playing a game like Red Dead Online. My outfit is that of a true Cool Girl in Distress, and I enjoy the game play, the savagery, and the banter. I know that with my present partial bondage that savagery and game play are both double entendres. Live with it. Or don’t.
BANG! BANG! Missed me! Ha! Take that, Taylor. BANG! BANG! Headshot! Dead: one Taylor Zawislak. Destiny, Felice, and Xandra howl in laughter. I laugh as best as I can while sucking on Felice’s socks. When Felice is in a dominant mood, you know it’s going to be a good night. Within 30 minutes of turning on the game, she’d lost all the angst from her work day and was back to her old self. Those medals around her neck make her look like an insurgent, but the only insurgencies in her life happen with friends.
“Feliiiiiiiicccceeeee! Jackie’s being mean to me!” Taylor whines as if she’s not the best player.
“Oh, Jackie! Such a beautiful girl after my kindest affections,” Felice taunts instead.
“About time someone took out Taylor. She fed me to a friggin’ puma 3 minutes ago!” Xandra joins the anti-Taylor brigade, and suddenly I’ve become the hero of the moment, “Take that!”
Some nights, I’m just good. Some nights, I’m just bad. Tonight started bad, but now it’s good. I go after Destiny again, but this time I choose violence. Yeah, it’s worth the trouble of shooting her in the leg so she falls off the horse. Then I can capture her and steal the horse. It’s hard to ride a horse in a straight line, even in a video game, when you’re climaxing because of a wand that’s buzzing against your crotch. Trust me. It’s freaking stupendous and hilariously fun.
“Jeepers, Jack. Can’t ya c-m a little more quietly?” Destiny lackadaisically asks me.
“Gmmm mmmmm!” I snarl into my headset knowing she’s sitting right next to me.
“She’s just sore because you stole her horse to boot,” Taylor taunts her primary video game rival.
“She’s just jealous because you’re chewing on my salty, deliiiccccccious work socks,” Felice is cooing into the headset, “Jacqueline! Such a slick, bondage kill.”
“She’s f-ckin’ feedin’ me to the f-ckin’ alligator,” my flatmate rolls her eyes, “God, I love her.”
REALITY
“Jackie, seriously, you don’t realize how suave you looked doing that!” Felice surprises me from behind without any warning, “You were a total queen even while a silenced bondagette.”
“GMMMM!” I almost jump in my seat, and turn around to face my friend, the little dominatrix.
“I’ll give you anything, cowgirl,” she kindly lifts my chin, “More bondage? Less?”
“Gmmm,” I shrug my shoulders, but then my eyes slowly turn towards Destiny alongside me.
“Ooooooohhhhhhhh,” Xandra can figure it out from the way my eyes are turning, “YEAH!”
I turned towards the girl in that class of women referred to as “big-busted beauties” because of the size of their boobs. Red-and-black flannel pajamas, red crew socks, a black long-sleeve shirt, and a red bandana headband with black paisley motifs was quintessential Destiny. She prefers to wear pajamas during game nights, and her hair is in a ponytail held by a black scrunchie, too. To briefly explain, we also all use our cameras so that we can see each other while playing games. I look like a cowgirl, and she looks like the cuddle buddy who hides beneath profanity.
Oh, 10 minutes later, Destiny's sitting on a wooden chair. Her legs are roped to the chair’s legs at her ankles, shins, and knees. That's 3 ropes per leg, or 6 total. Her arms are boxtied behind her back and the chair back with a harness and a waist and crotch rope supporting those. Stuffed in her mouth are her own red socks with her own red bandana used as a cleave gag to hold them in there. Her vibrator wand is at a personally resonant frequency, because girls like Felice know such things better than anyone else. She's rolling her eyes at the moment. In short, it's awful, but she's loving every second of it, too, even if she’s out of the game. We love you, Felice, and I like that you keep Destiny’s camera going and keep the headset on so Taylor and Xandra hear her.
“There we are, my big-bussssssted bondagette,” Felice places strips of black duct tape over Destiny’s lips to create a stunning image, “If you don’t behave, your bust will come out to play.”
“Thanks for the freedom,” I dust myself off a little and laugh, “That was a fun little time.”
“You deserved it for that perfect execution,” Felice blushes, “Jackie, I could use a hug.”
“Any time,” I say, open my arms, and embrace her, “Feeling a lot better now?”
“Awwwwwwww,” Xandra and Taylor playfully, patronizingly coo, seeing it through my camera.
“Let’s get back to the murderous mayhem now, shall we?” the dominatrix asks me and places her computer on Destiny’s desk, “Don’t mind me, ladies. Just a little change of scenery for me.”
I like that warning. In other words, it’s Destiny’s choice to behave (keep her bust in her shirt) or to misbehave (have her bust come out to play). Felice is the queen of consensuality in bondage.
FANTASY
“Just think, we normally sit here two hours, and it’s barely been an hour!” Taylor laughs.
“Some nights just suck, don’t they?” Xandra giggles while she is thrown off a cliff by Taylor.
“Oh, definitely!” Felice launches another savage swipe, “You mostly suck your boyfriend’s tiny balls though,” the words flow so casually while she’s robbing a store, her voice now a whisper.
“OK, Fee Fee, that f-cking does it. Come here and die like a woman!” Xandra loudly giggles.
“She’s enjoying herself. Felice the dominatrix is in the house!” I added my own kind words.
“Mmmmph!” Destiny rolls her eyes before trying—and failing—to arch because of her bondage.
I look left and then right, back and then front. No one is around. I’m safe. I throw my beautiful blonde curls behind my head and adjust my good ol’ classic style cowboy hat, my cowboy boots, and my shirt… just in time for the familiar lasso to ensnare my arms and crush them against my sides, temporarily trapping me. It’s all she needs. Taylor is finally getting a piece of me tonight. Noo! Are. You. Freaking. Kidding. Me? No. No. Not again! No! Noooo! You know what, Taylor? You're a bully! A snake kisser! A dirt-crawlin’ varmint!
“Jackie Martin, you outlaw, it’s time to meet your maker!” Taylor cackles with cartoon villainy.
“Taylor Zawislak, you beautiful murderess,” Felice loves playing the dastardly role so much.
“Gmmmph,” Destiny again rolls her eyes, again with a failed attempt to climatically arch.
“Take this, Felice!” Xandra has caught Felice off guard while the dominatrix was cooing.
“Ha ha ha!” Destiny laughs as BANG! BANG! rings out to kill Felice’s character.
“Destiny Reilly, I promised you punishment, and you’ll get it,” Felice hisses and turns around.
“Here comes the traiiiinnnnnnn!” I sing-song while my character struggles on Taylor’s horse.
Taylor drops me on the train tracks with a devilish laugh, cackling as I writhe, unable to escape due to the ropes she used to bind me. I hear a train horn. She is such a sicko. She’s killing me?! No! I try to escape, but the train runs me over. Soon, I splat in the way only video game characters can, a red burst filling the screen.
REALITY
“I warned you,” Felice spins her chair around and rolls over to Destiny, “Time to play.”
“Gmmm mm mmmmm!” Destiny rolls her eyes while her breasts are bared at Felice’s hands.
“As I expected,” I stoically comment, watching only by glancing at the camera feed focused on Destiny, “She never wears a bra under her pajamas, always hoping someone will do that to her.”
“Yes,” Felice turns to the camera with an over-the-top evil grin by her own standards, let alone anyone else’s, and uses a hand to fondle Destiny’s breasts, “Our big-busted beauty.”
“Mmmmmm!” Destiny clearly desired this, flipping the proverbial tables on Felice.
“Hey!” Taylor instinctively protests, “Aren’t I a big-busted beauty? My husband says I am!”
“NO!” Xandra fires a headshot at Taylor, wasting Taylor’s character, “I’m the prettiest.”
“Hmmmph!” Destiny shoots daggers with her eyes before resuming her pleasure.
“Game night is so much fun!” I burst into laughter, and all join me in laughing.
What. A. Night.
Dastardly Girls (FFF/FF)
Friday, February 04, 2022
FANTASY
I reknot the bandana that’s around my neck, a cowboy style red bandana, unaware my ordinary day is about to come to a tumultuous end. I throw my blonde curls behind my head and adjust my good ol’ classic style cowboy hat, my cowboy boots, and my shirt… just in time for the lasso to ensnare my arms and crush them against my sides, temporarily trapping me. It’s all she needs.
“I got you, Jackie!” my enemy, Destiny Reilly sneers, and she quickly ties my wrists and elbows behind my back with that New Jersey retired-gangster brutality, “Enjoy your final moments!”
“No, don’t, please!” I beg her, but a black bandana cleave gags me, “UGGGHH!”
She deftly ties my ankles, all while cackling from behind her black bandana mask, and then my thighs. I am easily, almost farcially, thrown over the back of her horse, and she rides off with her new prisoner, all while townsfolk yell for the sheriff. She’s undaunted, riding faster and faster away from town, until she’s so far that no one can find her…… or……... gulp…… me.
She drops me on the train tracks with an evil sneer, cackling as I writhe, unable to escape due to the ropes she uses to fasten my body to the tracks. I hear a train horn. She’s totally deranged in every way! She’s killing me?! No! I wail into the gag, but the train approaches. Soon, I splat in the way only video game characters can, a red burst filling the screen.
REALITY
“I HATE YOU, Destiny!” I say and punch her in the arm.
“Ha!” her laughter reverberates throughout the room, “Oh, Jack, you should’ve seen your face!”
I shake my head and throw my head back in such uproarious laughter that I accidentally fling my headphones backward; they literally land in the wastebasket behind my head, between our desks. Such a classic move from Destiny, and I love when the worm turns like only she knows to do. In just a blink, we’d gone from friends to video game nemeses.
Game night is the major highlight of my week. Destiny Reilly, Felice Pryce, Alexandra Watkins, Taylor Zawislak, and I will play online games like Red Dead Online where we can cause all sorts of mayhem. Felice often brings her laptop here, like tonight and sits in the bedroom while we all communicate using headsets. It is always a good time, and sometimes us Cool Girls (not Taylor) end up bound and gagged as punishment for losing.
Taylor is the only part of our gaming clique who isn't a Cool Girl, but she still playfully chimes with cheeky suggestions on how others should be tied, if circumstances permit. Tonight, it's Red Dead night, but we play Grand Theft Auto, Escape from Tarkov, and a whole host of ironically wholesome yet violent games. Yeah. That's it. Wholesome yet violent. Violently wholesome. Awful. But fun! Endearingly savage. Savagely endearing. Yeah! Asinine. Yet glorious.
“Would you girls please get back into the room?” Xandra taunts us from her own home, “Now?”
“Watch it, Xandra,” Destiny warns into her mic, “I got a nice hogtie with your name on it.”
FANTASY
I reknot the bandana that’s around my neck, a cowboy style red bandana, unaware my ordinary day is about to come to a tumultuous end. I throw my blonde curls behind my head and adjust my good ol’ classic style cowboy hat, my cowboy boots, and my shirt… just in time for the lasso to ensnare my arms and crush them against my sides, temporarily trapping me. Nooooooo! Are. You. Freaking. Kidding. Me? No. No. Not again! No! No! You know what, Felice? You're a neenerhead! Dust-brained mule-kicker! Lily-livered bandit! Hornswoggling snake-wrangler!
“My gorgeous b-tch to kill,” Felice Pryce wickedly sneers as she throws me on her horse after I am bound again… Only I’ll be more accurate with the descriptions and say it's just wrist and ankle bondage. No gags or elbow ties in Red Dead Redemption. I cannot stop her. Oh, no, not the mountains! No! No! Felice, you're a despicable sadist. No!
She’s insane! She’s killing me?! No! No! She throws me off a mountain, the second bounce on the slope killing me… Pixelated blood… Death screen… Xandra’s shrieking about a train, so she must be exploding into a pixelated, high definition death at either Destiny’s or Taylor’s hands…
REALITY
“Felice Pryce, I oughta walk into that bedroom and stuff my panties in your mouth!” I howl.
“Make it your socks, and you’re welcome to try,” she snorts, “Ahhh ha ha haaa! You’ll lose… of course,” she says like it’s a fact of life, and I can picture her rolling her eyes in the next room.
She thinks I wouldn't stuff my panties in her mouth? If she keeps pushing, I might put on a fresh pair just so I can stuff them in her mouth. That girl’s lips cut like a buzzsaw, and I love her so freaking much. She knows it all. I know it all. Destiny has been through it. Here, we escape the realities of our pasts and lives. Taylor, Felice, Destiny, and I from being incarcerated juvenile delinquents, and Felice, Destiny, and I each have a slightly tragic backstory. Game nights are fun ways to relax and vent the stress that we can’t show outside the safety of each other. Who knew that Red Dead Online could be so violent?
“Go ahead, baby doll, make my day,” Felice loves pushing my buttons, doesn’t she?
FANTASY
I reknot the bandana that’s around my neck, a cowboy style red bandana, unaware my ordinary day is about to come to a tumultuous end. I throw my blonde curls behind my head and adjust my good ol’ classic style cowboy hat, my cowboy boots, and my shirt… just in time for the lasso to ensnare my arms and crush them against my sides, temporarily trapping me. Uggghhh! Noo! Alexandra Watkins, you don't believe in God, but, when I am done with you, you will know the fear of God! No! No! Don't hogtie me! Don’t throw me on your horse like a hunting prize!
“My turn!” Xandra gleefully taunts me while she does the deed, enjoying this too much.
“Not. On. My. Watch. Sweethearts,” Felice self-aggrandizingly chortles into her headset.
Away Xandra—the wicked witch of the wild west—rides, unfazed by what was said by the girl who right now is most likely casually sitting cross-legged on my bed, with a bright pink bandana as a full headscarf in a total powerplay. I’m helpless, just getting to ride as a passenger on the Xandra Express.
BANG! BANG! Felice dishes out two flawless headshots from afar.
REALITY
“You suck, Jackie. Seriously. You really turn suck up to 11,” Taylor deadpans.
“That was an atrocity, you girls. God awful,” Destiny says, turning to look at me.
“I just looovvveeee committing war crimes in peace time,” Felice wickledly cackles.
“Felice Pryce,” I sigh and see Destiny shaking her head, “May you spontaneously combust.”
“I just knneeewwww you would make a reference to This Is Spinal Tap,” she coos, “I am ready whenever you are for the panties and the socks… so I can tie you up and use your face to…,” her voice then drops to a soft, slick, condescending purr, “Indulge myself.”
“Ewwwww!” Taylor snickers into her mic, “Oh, Felice, wash your filthy mouth out with soap!”
“She gets communion with those lips!?” Destiny pretends to be aghast while howling in laughter.
It's true. Taylor, Destiny, Felice, and I are Roman Catholics. Taylor married a Catholic, and her husband sometimes plays with us (he's working tonight). Felice genuinely struggles with dozens of things related to her sadistic tendencies and will be the first to tell you that. She has chains all around her neck with her dog tags—etched with her incarceration date, release date, cell number. and prisoner ID number—and around 3 dozen saint medals—because she couldn't pick just one.
FANTASY
I don't even bother with the pink bandana, well aware that Taylor is coming for me. There is always a debate whether Xandra or I is the most easily ambushed girl of the lot, but right now I am being comically hunted like a legendary beast. I run. Run like hell. Gotta keep my stamina up, though, so that I can fight if need be. Run—damn it—run, Jackie. Get on your trusty steed. Ride! I have the edge for once. I’ve got my mojo back finally. I’m a plumb loco critter.
Use my deadeye. Take aim. Fire! Hell, yeah! I just got a perfect headshot on Destiny's horse so I can enjoy a rare moment of intoxicating triumph. Hogtie Destiny; throw her on my horse; ride like hell. Ride like hell. Ride like hell. No—scratch that—ride like Taylor or Felice might be pursuing me. That's a strong statement. Awful women, those two. I can't imagine any of us five as mothers except in dark scenarios. Turn off the trauma sensors, Jackie. Focus on the game.
Yes, Destiny, I am dropping you off the train bridge into the big, wide river. Grab Mr. Snipples, my trusty sniper rifle. Scan. Aim. BANG! BANG! Take that, Felice. Get back on my horse. Ride up to her dead body. Light a cigarette. Drink some whiskey. Recharge my dead eye. Yes, I teabag my opponents in other games. Get back on my horse—”Mmmmmmmm!”
REALITY
“Mmmmmmm!” Felice’s hand gags me effectively despite being two inches shorter than me.
“Whose will it be? My socks, or yours? Am I giving you the works, or are you planning to keep going on the game?” she hisses like a seductress in my ear, “Shall I expose you? Fondle you? I’m in the right mood and might follow up on that threat to use your face. Anything you want.”
“I want to keep playing. Do anything you wish,” my heart beats with excitement at the thought.
Now, my outfit matters, so let’s get into Jackie Martin, Hottie-in-Distress. I actually dressed up for the moment because work had been so stressful. That meant a tight black denim knee skirt to give me some cowboy flair, pink pantyhose, black cowboy boots with silvery highlights ( Felice and I bought ours together during a girls-night-out at the Mall of America), a pink short-sleeve button-up blouse, a black cowboy style bandana around my neck, and, of course—because I am a Gangsta Thief still—a black kerchief bandana to hold my hair back. Beautiful? Hell, yeah!
A pair of Irish-8 handcuffs is on my ankles, and 15 zipties are evenly spaced up my legs up to my waist. Another zip is on my big toes. All black zipties. A vibrator is right up against me and strapped to my thigh. Felice’s socks are in my mouth under 8 layers of white electrical tape and a black muzzle gag, which is padlocked shut. Yes, I must play the game like this, but my arms are free. It's going to be awful but fun. Just watch. All while dressed like a wicked cowgirl!
FANTASY
As soon as I restart the game, Xandra and Taylor end me with a double headshot. Both are safe in the comfort of their own homes. They can't earn wrath like I have. I respawn with a renewed sense of purpose. How… humiliating… to climax is one thing… to groan while climaxing is an entirely different thing. The wand makes me groan… Into my mic which Felice trapped under the muzzle! Oh, she is an awful woman. Awful but fun. Yes, I still love her, thanks for asking.
Where was I? Respawn. Ride my horse. Find Taylor. Headshot. Watch Destiny go by with a hogtied Felice and feed her to the bone-cracking giant albino alligator. That's sick, Destiny, and worse is that I’m laughing into Felice’s scrumptious socks. Horrid gag. Awful. Nasty. Toxic. Humiliating. Awesome.
REALITY
I love having side-by-side gaming stations with Destiny. I’m watching her face light up with the kinds of affection she won't verbalize because of her tough girl personality. Being flatmates with her is such a treat and a blessing. I can enjoy TUGs, play games, and talk faith, all while getting into arguments over what kind of pizza to order. Destiny is amazing.
“Revenge comes in the form of a 5’2” brunette dominatrix,” Felice hisses into her headset.
“Ooohhh,” Xandra laughs, “Do the orgasm gag! Do it! Destiny deserves it for that stunt!”
“Says the girl busy getting fed to the grizzly bears,” the sadist issues another playful warning.
“I think Destiny deserves to be juiced like a lemon and then to have to enjoy it,” Taylor adds.
Destiny is a monster tonight, I write in the chat, Orgasm gag!
“Oh, look who's here,” Destiny grins and turns her chair to face Felice.
Now, for the irony. Ready for it? Felice is a police officer in real life; Destiny and Taylor work as hall guards in the same juvenile girls’ prison in which we were incarcerated; I work as a gym instructor in the same prison, setting things up and taking things down for the morning workouts that are part of the daily life of the inmates and spend the rest of my shift as another guard. My job involves being on patrol in places like the gym. It really can be rough because we all work on a rotating schedule. I have it easier, though, because I rotate between two 10-hour shifts, but the four-phase four-team 8 hour shift rotation like Destiny and Taylor have is way worse.
In fact, Felice is wearing her uniform: all black with a blue button-up shirt. Her pink bandana headscarf is an addition she made just to add flair and femininity to her outfit after finishing her shift. She came here exhausted this evening, stressed from an intense shift full of anxiety, crime, and heartache. It made her face her past in a rough way, and she silently ate a cheeseburger and fries with Destiny and I before feeling safe enough to open up to us.
“This is your last warning,” Felice threatens, bopping Destiny on the nose as she leaves.
FANTASY
Groaning in climax from the vibrator is hilariously humiliating to have happening to me while we’re playing a game like Red Dead Online. My outfit is that of a true Cool Girl in Distress, and I enjoy the game play, the savagery, and the banter. I know that with my present partial bondage that savagery and game play are both double entendres. Live with it. Or don’t.
BANG! BANG! Missed me! Ha! Take that, Taylor. BANG! BANG! Headshot! Dead: one Taylor Zawislak. Destiny, Felice, and Xandra howl in laughter. I laugh as best as I can while sucking on Felice’s socks. When Felice is in a dominant mood, you know it’s going to be a good night. Within 30 minutes of turning on the game, she’d lost all the angst from her work day and was back to her old self. Those medals around her neck make her look like an insurgent, but the only insurgencies in her life happen with friends.
“Feliiiiiiiicccceeeee! Jackie’s being mean to me!” Taylor whines as if she’s not the best player.
“Oh, Jackie! Such a beautiful girl after my kindest affections,” Felice taunts instead.
“About time someone took out Taylor. She fed me to a friggin’ puma 3 minutes ago!” Xandra joins the anti-Taylor brigade, and suddenly I’ve become the hero of the moment, “Take that!”
Some nights, I’m just good. Some nights, I’m just bad. Tonight started bad, but now it’s good. I go after Destiny again, but this time I choose violence. Yeah, it’s worth the trouble of shooting her in the leg so she falls off the horse. Then I can capture her and steal the horse. It’s hard to ride a horse in a straight line, even in a video game, when you’re climaxing because of a wand that’s buzzing against your crotch. Trust me. It’s freaking stupendous and hilariously fun.
“Jeepers, Jack. Can’t ya c-m a little more quietly?” Destiny lackadaisically asks me.
“Gmmm mmmmm!” I snarl into my headset knowing she’s sitting right next to me.
“She’s just sore because you stole her horse to boot,” Taylor taunts her primary video game rival.
“She’s just jealous because you’re chewing on my salty, deliiiccccccious work socks,” Felice is cooing into the headset, “Jacqueline! Such a slick, bondage kill.”
“She’s f-ckin’ feedin’ me to the f-ckin’ alligator,” my flatmate rolls her eyes, “God, I love her.”
REALITY
“Jackie, seriously, you don’t realize how suave you looked doing that!” Felice surprises me from behind without any warning, “You were a total queen even while a silenced bondagette.”
“GMMMM!” I almost jump in my seat, and turn around to face my friend, the little dominatrix.
“I’ll give you anything, cowgirl,” she kindly lifts my chin, “More bondage? Less?”
“Gmmm,” I shrug my shoulders, but then my eyes slowly turn towards Destiny alongside me.
“Ooooooohhhhhhhh,” Xandra can figure it out from the way my eyes are turning, “YEAH!”
I turned towards the girl in that class of women referred to as “big-busted beauties” because of the size of their boobs. Red-and-black flannel pajamas, red crew socks, a black long-sleeve shirt, and a red bandana headband with black paisley motifs was quintessential Destiny. She prefers to wear pajamas during game nights, and her hair is in a ponytail held by a black scrunchie, too. To briefly explain, we also all use our cameras so that we can see each other while playing games. I look like a cowgirl, and she looks like the cuddle buddy who hides beneath profanity.
Oh, 10 minutes later, Destiny's sitting on a wooden chair. Her legs are roped to the chair’s legs at her ankles, shins, and knees. That's 3 ropes per leg, or 6 total. Her arms are boxtied behind her back and the chair back with a harness and a waist and crotch rope supporting those. Stuffed in her mouth are her own red socks with her own red bandana used as a cleave gag to hold them in there. Her vibrator wand is at a personally resonant frequency, because girls like Felice know such things better than anyone else. She's rolling her eyes at the moment. In short, it's awful, but she's loving every second of it, too, even if she’s out of the game. We love you, Felice, and I like that you keep Destiny’s camera going and keep the headset on so Taylor and Xandra hear her.
“There we are, my big-bussssssted bondagette,” Felice places strips of black duct tape over Destiny’s lips to create a stunning image, “If you don’t behave, your bust will come out to play.”
“Thanks for the freedom,” I dust myself off a little and laugh, “That was a fun little time.”
“You deserved it for that perfect execution,” Felice blushes, “Jackie, I could use a hug.”
“Any time,” I say, open my arms, and embrace her, “Feeling a lot better now?”
“Awwwwwwww,” Xandra and Taylor playfully, patronizingly coo, seeing it through my camera.
“Let’s get back to the murderous mayhem now, shall we?” the dominatrix asks me and places her computer on Destiny’s desk, “Don’t mind me, ladies. Just a little change of scenery for me.”
I like that warning. In other words, it’s Destiny’s choice to behave (keep her bust in her shirt) or to misbehave (have her bust come out to play). Felice is the queen of consensuality in bondage.
FANTASY
“Just think, we normally sit here two hours, and it’s barely been an hour!” Taylor laughs.
“Some nights just suck, don’t they?” Xandra giggles while she is thrown off a cliff by Taylor.
“Oh, definitely!” Felice launches another savage swipe, “You mostly suck your boyfriend’s tiny balls though,” the words flow so casually while she’s robbing a store, her voice now a whisper.
“OK, Fee Fee, that f-cking does it. Come here and die like a woman!” Xandra loudly giggles.
“She’s enjoying herself. Felice the dominatrix is in the house!” I added my own kind words.
“Mmmmph!” Destiny rolls her eyes before trying—and failing—to arch because of her bondage.
I look left and then right, back and then front. No one is around. I’m safe. I throw my beautiful blonde curls behind my head and adjust my good ol’ classic style cowboy hat, my cowboy boots, and my shirt… just in time for the familiar lasso to ensnare my arms and crush them against my sides, temporarily trapping me. It’s all she needs. Taylor is finally getting a piece of me tonight. Noo! Are. You. Freaking. Kidding. Me? No. No. Not again! No! Noooo! You know what, Taylor? You're a bully! A snake kisser! A dirt-crawlin’ varmint!
“Jackie Martin, you outlaw, it’s time to meet your maker!” Taylor cackles with cartoon villainy.
“Taylor Zawislak, you beautiful murderess,” Felice loves playing the dastardly role so much.
“Gmmmph,” Destiny again rolls her eyes, again with a failed attempt to climatically arch.
“Take this, Felice!” Xandra has caught Felice off guard while the dominatrix was cooing.
“Ha ha ha!” Destiny laughs as BANG! BANG! rings out to kill Felice’s character.
“Destiny Reilly, I promised you punishment, and you’ll get it,” Felice hisses and turns around.
“Here comes the traiiiinnnnnnn!” I sing-song while my character struggles on Taylor’s horse.
Taylor drops me on the train tracks with a devilish laugh, cackling as I writhe, unable to escape due to the ropes she used to bind me. I hear a train horn. She is such a sicko. She’s killing me?! No! I try to escape, but the train runs me over. Soon, I splat in the way only video game characters can, a red burst filling the screen.
REALITY
“I warned you,” Felice spins her chair around and rolls over to Destiny, “Time to play.”
“Gmmm mm mmmmm!” Destiny rolls her eyes while her breasts are bared at Felice’s hands.
“As I expected,” I stoically comment, watching only by glancing at the camera feed focused on Destiny, “She never wears a bra under her pajamas, always hoping someone will do that to her.”
“Yes,” Felice turns to the camera with an over-the-top evil grin by her own standards, let alone anyone else’s, and uses a hand to fondle Destiny’s breasts, “Our big-busted beauty.”
“Mmmmmm!” Destiny clearly desired this, flipping the proverbial tables on Felice.
“Hey!” Taylor instinctively protests, “Aren’t I a big-busted beauty? My husband says I am!”
“NO!” Xandra fires a headshot at Taylor, wasting Taylor’s character, “I’m the prettiest.”
“Hmmmph!” Destiny shoots daggers with her eyes before resuming her pleasure.
“Game night is so much fun!” I burst into laughter, and all join me in laughing.
What. A. Night.