Don't Mess with the G.I. Wannabe (F/FF)

[AlexUSA3]

Janie: Don't Mess with the G.I. Wannabe(F/FF)
Sunday, August 2, 2020

"There!" Eva proudly declared while finishing knotting my military brutal elbow bondage.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" I howled with each of the sharp spanks.
"That's just going to be a taste of your first of many lessons," she emphatically told me.
"Mmmmmmm!" she stuffed both of my sweaty thin blue knee socks into my mouth.
"Awww, is wittle Janie whining?" she taunted me in perfect fashion.
"Grrrrrrrr!" I snarled while the big 27 inch blue bandana cleave gagged me.
"Oh, this is just the beginning for you, b-tch!" she turned into a wicked drill sergeant.

Eva carefully and viciously double knotted the cleave gag, and then she added a second double knot to hold my braid there as well. It was a Rondell classic to use 27 inch bandanas for cleave gags and blindfolds when you wanted to also grab a braid like that. Eva and I love braids, so it was/is a frequent motif in TUGs. This time, however, things were really tight, even for her.

My abductress roughly lashed my wrists together with the same cruelty with which she'd bound my elbows, using the same type of white rope that bound my elbows. Ken would have laughed his butt off if were there when this was all unfolding. Instead, I was being reduced to a bondage doll for Eva's amusement. I turned my face towards Caleigh, my other sister-in-law, but she was focused on her drawing pad and acted like her sister wasn't doing anything wrong or unusual.

"Gmm mmm mmm!" I snarled when Eva took away my blue ankle skirt, revealing blue briefs.
"Lame!" Eva shook her head, "You and your juvenile monochromatic and dichromatic outfits."
"Gmmmm!" I tried to walk away, but she was already unbuttoning my shirt.
"You defied me, you twisted little freak! Now, you'll pay," she spoke in a menacing tone.
"Hennnnnnnnnn!" I tried to call for her brother, my husband, "Hennnnnnnnn!"
"He's in the freaking house, and you think he can hear you. Poor b-st-rd. All mine."
"Eh ee oh! Eh ee oh!" I demanded freedom in an emphatic but purposefully unconvincing way.
"Listen, b-tch," she grabbed me by the braid, "G.I. Eva is in charge now. It's curtains for you!"

Eva effortlessly pushed my knees out so that I dropped to the floor, and she pulled my solid blue button-up shirt back as far as possible, revealing a blue sports bra. Just like I had a blue kerchief bandana to hold my hair back. Without a thought, she bared my boobs and formed a big harness to push out my boobs and pin my arms to my body. Savage Eva is a lot of fun, isn't she? You're getting a story that escalates to bust exposure on page 1!

"F-cking b-tch, quit fighting me!" the military tough girl snapped and repeated her deeds.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! and I was pushed down onto my stomach.
"Gmmmmmmmm!" I squirmed and howled, and I shot daggers out my eyes at Eva.
"Just think, Janie," Caleigh never looked at us, "This is just 5 minutes into things."
"You're in for a bad time, my beautiful bondage slave," my captor began lashing my ankles.
"Gmmph!" I tried to buck Eva, but she only laughed at how I wasted my precious energy.

Once my ankles were tied, she moved to my thighs, tying my legs together to force cooperation. Both ropes had that military strictness that characterized the G.I. Eva mood that she enjoyed so much. I fought despite the impossible odds, but as you can see everything she did was extreme to "teach me a lesson." It's the kind of lesson you wish to be taught over and over again, really.

G.I. Eva never got to go into the military because of her genetic progressive deafness. But what that couldn't break was her spirit. A calf-length pleated camouflage skirt she had made herself, khaki knee socks, a black t-shirt, black combat boots, a camouflage bandana headband, and a black scrunchie to hold her hair in a braid were on this rambunctious warrior princess. Perfect for a blonde-haired girl with natural brown streaks and blue eyes. She was truly beautiful.

This was Eva's military life now. Maybe she was deaf, but she had spirit. She shouted at me as a drill sergeant would. She humiliated me with exposure and spanking in a drill sergeant's spirit. She dominated me as only a drill sergeant could. G.I. Eva was as real as any military figure, but she was my sister-in-law and one of my best friends. Every rope was like a military punishment. It all started because I'd made a sly crack, I don't remember the details, about her outfit.

She put a neatly folded bandana under my panties against my crotch before tying a punishment I knew best as a waist and crotch rope. She tied my legs at the knees, shins, and middle and upper thighs. I was out of opportunities to escape, and white twine tied my big toes to match the white rope. She sharply jerked on the crotch rope and snarled, "Suffer, you weak p-ssy!" as part of her grandiose act. It was an act, but it was an act Caleigh and I loved to see it played. As helpless as I was, I didn't for a second feel like I was in any genuine danger. Eva cared too deeply about me.

"Gmmmm mmmmmmm!" I squirmed and struggled mightily now.
"Time to really shut you up for good," Eva grabbed blue duct tape and began crushing my face.
"Ugggg," I started, but 10 layers later I was reduced to "Gbbff!" and bubbly gurgle sounds.
"You really make too much noise," she followed that with blue vet wrap that wrapped my head around my chin and the top of my head as well as my mouth, "Much better."
"Gmmff!" I struggled and shook my head, but a 27 inch white bandana blindfolded me and also wrapped around my braid like the cleave gag that held my socks in my mouth at first, "Mmff!"
"That's what I want to see," she pulled a little to prove my jaw was rigid and immobile.
"Gbff!" I rolled over and kicked her with my heavily bound legs.
"F-CKING B-TCH! I will punish you for this insolence in a massive way now!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She began wrapping my body in cling wrap, working in segments. Segment 1 was my feet and ankles; segment 2 was my ankles to my knees; segment 3 was my knees to my waist; segment 4 was my waist to my boobs and above my boobs. Only my head, boobs, waist, and knees weren't wrapped in the cling wrap; my wrists were still exposed with good reason. She pulled one of her homemade knit solid bondage hoods over my head and used the velcro she'd sewn into the tight knitting to seal it around my neck. Without effort, she slung me across her shoulder.

Down we went into the garage because Eva's car was parked in the garage. She opened the door, threw me into the backseat, and hogtied me from my ankles to my wrists, hence the need to leave my wrists accessible to her. It was a small two-door car. She threw a heavy blanket over me, sat down in the driver's seat, opened the garage door, and shut the car door. She turned it on, turned off the air conditioner, and waited for Caleigh to sit down in the other seat.

"Nice day for a hot car ride without the windows down," Eva said coyly and drove away.
"There, there, Janie. You'll live," Caleigh turned to adjust the blanket to ensure I was hidden.

It was hot in there, and the cling wrap caused all of my sweat to simply bead up. Granted, Eva's car had been in the garage, so it wasn't nearly as hot as it could be, but it was still hot. Of course it wasn't as bad because of the robbery of my skirt which lay in a crumpled heap on the floor of the carriage house. This was very warm and very arousing to say the least that I can.

Eva knew how to make something that would be overkill for most be extraordinary in her strange style of domination. Generally, if Eva was in a mood to be "cruel" or "mean" or "savage," then a rope bondage was always layered with a second layer such as tape or cling wrap. It was her way of asserting herself as the one in control. She especially loved using the heat against me because she knew I loved it more than any other form of torment. Orgasm and nipple cripples were next on that list. I expected both of those along with some wonderful hair pulling. Kinky, aren't we?

I squirmed in the hogtie despite the blanket that buried me, but then I lost myself in my explosive fashion, a loud "NGGGGG!" accompanying my application of a particular fluid on the bandana that was against my crotch. This was becoming an increasingly amazing situation, but it was an odd sensation to struggle and feel only plastic except my exposed boobs, waist, and knees, which rubbed on the fabric of the rear bench seat. Honestly, at the risk of getting too graphic, my boobs were getting hard from all this. I was genuinely aroused and loving every second of it.

"GMMMMMMMMMM!" I howled into the gag despite the nasty flavor of my own socks.
"Someone's enjoying herself a bit too much," Caleigh giggled at my sounds because she liked it.
"HEY!" Eva found my braid through the blanket and grabbed it, "No pleasure, b-tch!"
"NGGGGGG!" that howl was a reaction to the pain from a deaf drill sergeant wannabe's grip.
"Ha ha! Oh, G.I. Eva, I do love when you take control like this," Caleigh said to her destruction.
"Private Rondell,since you're enjoying her suffering so much you can join her," Eva stopped the car in a secluded location, "Time to suffer like her and even more. I'm in control! Me alone!"
"Hey, Eva, what on earth?!" the older sister giggled at Eva's strong assertion of power.

Now I write from my perspective of the captive girl under the blanket first, and then I will relay a more detailed narrative from what I was told afterwards by Caleigh because I was blindfolded all the time that she was bound and gagged. Now, Caleigh had to be specially treated because of her epilepsy, and no one worked harder to find ways to push all the limits in ways that ensured safety in play like Eva and Ken did. They knew that Caleigh enjoyed captivity and often felt left out of TUGs because of the strict, but reasonable, rules put in place for her and her alone.

All I heard was yelling between the sisters. The conversation alone would fill a tome, which is a great way to bore you to sleep. The sounds of slaps on a bottom were initially damped, but soon they became a fuller sound, which told me that Eva had taken away Caleigh's denim short shorts. Eventually, Caleigh's voice became reduced to "GRRRRRRR!" snarls that demanded dominance from Eva. In other words, Caleigh was immersing herself into the G.I. Eva drill sergeant fantasy.

Now, from what Caleigh told me, her denim short shorts and her shirt were both stolen from her, leaving her in just her black panties and pink sports bra. Eva, as a kind sister would do, trapped Caleigh's socks inside a 27 inch red bandana and used that sock-laced knotted cleave gag for the cruel silence of Caleigh Rondell, and 8 layers of black duct tape wrapped her face with military style brutality. This was only the beginning for her, though, and it all got much worse.

Caleigh was put in a boxtie, but it wasn't a classic boxtie. Her arms were behind her back in the classic position, but they were tied three times with the same white twine that tied my big toes to punish me. One tie connected her right wrist to her left elbow; one tie went from her left wrist to her right elbow; and the other was in the middle. A classic harness, a military-grade crotch rope, ropes at her ankles, shins, knees, and lower and upper thighs, and twine on her big toes finished off Caleigh in a fashion that even she found pretty much inescapable due to the use of the twine.

"GRRRRRRRR!" Caleigh snarled and thrashed out when a camouflage bandana blindfolded her.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Behave, worthless b-tch!" Eva was free to spank because Caleigh loves spanking, unlike me.
"GRRR RMMMM RRRRRRR!" instead, the older, captive sister fought with more intensity.
"GMMMMMMMM!" I brought my own struggle to the part, but Eva was in total control.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"GRRRRRRRRRR!" Caleigh repeated her war cry of gagged anger.
"GMMMMMMM!" and I repeated my own. We were playing this game just as well.
"You two common military f-cking toys will pay for your insolence," Eva adjusted my ropes so I was no longer hogtied, and she turned her attention to her older sister, the joy of her life.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Caleigh acted angry when her breasts were bared by Eva.

Caleigh was encased in the cling wrap just like I was. First part was her feet and ankles; second was ankles to knees; third was knees to waist; fourth was waist to boobs and above the boobs but not actually wrapping the boobs. A black homemade hood was pulled over Caleigh's head and sealed around her neck with one of the snaps that Eva had sewn on this particular model. Things were completely out of my and Caleigh's control, but we were safe, loved, and happy.

"Suffer, b-tches! Suffer!" Eva cackled as she put me and Caleigh back-to-back in the back seat of the car. Duct tape held us together, binding us at the ankles, knees, lower thighs, waist, below our boobs, and above our boobs. That part is hardest when I'm 6'1" and Caleigh is only 5'6". I just know that Caleigh loved it from the body language. Eva had both her sister-in-law and her sister in her grasp. I married Ken but knew that Caleigh and Eva were part of the package when I joyfully became a Rondell. What a wild ride it has been the past 7 years, let me tell you!

Brutal roping, brutal wrapping, brutal gagging, brutal hooding, brutal boob exposure, brutal cling wrapping in togetherness, brutal dominating, brutal heating. Caleigh and I were spoiled rotten in reality, even if Eva was putting binders clips on our hard nipples (Sorry for the graphic details) to make us scream a bit when she twisted them (the legendary "nipple cripple"). She buried us both in the big blanket so that we'd sweat even more than we were already sweating. Oh, how fun!

This arrangement made for a fun car ride, sweating like pigs in the back seat of the car while Eva drove around in militant, aggressive, dominant bliss. Caleigh and I were in an aura of orgasmic, sweat-induced pleasure. Eva didn't drive very far before the car was parked in the garage of the carriage house that lay behind my and Ken's home. The engine ceased, and the garage door shut. The blanket was removed, and the dominator in camouflage gear resumed her cruel, passionate, loving masterclass in "Pain and Orgasm Management."

"You stupid b-tches," Eva used that incredible strength to pull us both out of the backseat and to stand us up in our mismatched manner. Two hooded girls roped, rudely gagged, wrapped up like a present individually, wrapped together, hooded, etc. "I'll teach you p-ssies a f-cking lesson that I know you'll never forget!" That's when things got super intense. I am toning things down so it will be more palatable. In short, she twisted the nipple clamps, fondled us, yanked on our crotch ropes, and pulled my braid until we were howling in both pain and orgasm.

"GMMMMMMM!" was my standard howl of both anger and pleasure, dependent on inflection.
"GRRRRRRR!" Caleigh hid none of her emotions and played the role of the resistant girl well.
"You two deserve so much worse, but I'm feeling nice. I've texted Kenny to come over."

Eva separated the two of us and left us to squirm on the floor of the nasty, hot garage. It was just hot enough to force us to sweat a ton, but there was enough shade that it wasn't brutal. Eva had a perfect grasp on heat, and soon I heard the sound of Caleigh squawking when Eva carried her up the stairs into the carriage house itself. That told me that Ken was here. Can you feel the heat? I sure felt it, and now you understand why I never saw any of Caleigh's captivity. I am sorry that I don't have more to say about her time in bondage on this occasion, but Caleigh and Eva refuse to narrate their own perspectives beyond a rare paragraph. They're just not comfortable doing so.

Yeah, I don't detail sex, but that's what followed. Eva is so good at reading a situation, and she's always able to tell when I want Ken to take over without even asking. She's never once guessed wrong, and I guess that's because she plays it conservative on that front and would be devastated if she fed me to the wolves instead of handing me over to her brother. Let me say that it was just absolutely incredible, though, and I always felt like a precious, prized jewel in Ken's grasp. He's always been considerate of my needs in bondage sex, and this occasion was no different. When I orgasm before Ken, you know it's a good time. Like this? It was out of this world arousing.

I'm going to bring this story to a close like this; I could have gone deeper into descriptions of the heat and its effect on me. My focus here was on Eva, though, because I wanted you to see what she is like on the dominant side. She's an interesting girl on both sides of the rope, especially if Caleigh is involved. I have plenty of adventures to share with you, so don't worry!

THE END