Giulia's Gauntlet (F/fFF)

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Giulia's Gauntlet
Saturday, March 02, 2019

Going out for a morning run ordinarily isn't an invitation for a kidnapping—it is when you have your own personal kidnapper like I do! I'm just a little rope bunny who's engaged to marry after a whirlwind romance that in one year brought me from being hilariously bound and gagged when a friend's brother came to visit to having that same man get down on his knee exactly a year later. I live in the in-law apartment that was constructed especially for my future sister-in-law's in-laws to occupy, but they sadly passed away before they could enjoy living next to their son. That's the setting of today's tale. It all started with—you guessed it!—a morning run!

Nothing can ever be simple! It's cool out. I go out for a run; I call my friend in Wisconsin so she and I can talk in our respective Scandinavian languages (practice makes perfect!); she has work; I call my parents; they yell at me because it's only 6:15 AM out there and they're freaking out; so I hang up; I finish my daily 10K. I go home. And WHAM!. My personal kidnapper is in my own kitchen waiting for me so that she can tie me up and stuff my socks in my mouth. Life's so good that I can't believe it's real, and I refuse to trade it for anything else. Nope. It's mine!

So much for my plans for the day. It was meant to be a girl's day in my apartment with me and a future sister-in-law or two or three just chilling, but Giulia always has other plans. We'd planned to do the normal things we do besides our bizarre love of TUGs: play our instruments for fun and entertainment, play video games, make a mess in the kitchen, aggravate Giulia's husband. Those normal things that girls do from when they're a tween until they're married.

I was dressed to go for a run, too. I had bright blue leggings and a bright blue bandana headband because I am the Cool Girls' Club official Gangsta Queen, after all! A similarly bright pink t-shirt, white socks, and my pink running sneakers made me look like a girl who likes running as much as I do. The braid was classic Jenny, too, held by a similarly bright blue scrunchie. I put a good outfit together for a girl with tritanopia! OK, I do sometimes dress pretty badly…

"Giulia Amodea Maria Randaccio LeCerf!" I squeaked while she held me hostage, "Stop it!"
"I don't hear any of the safe SIIIIIIgnnnns!" the big retired basketball player sweetly taunted me.
"No, and you won't either," I think I made myself clear, "You big bully, let me go right now!"
"I know where we can find some pink rope that literally has your name on it," she teased me.
"You're a terribly naughty woman! For a mother, you're mean," I fought back in vain.

The pink rope is my rope. It's the clothesline I dyed myself when I was a college sophomore, at the suggestion of my friend. Of course I knew about the presence of that rope, but I wasn't a big bully landlady who'd gone picking through my tenant's apartment so I could delight the helpless rope bunny by kidnapping her after her morning run! Seriously! What a meanie! She acts like I am clueless about this, as if she's teasing me or something. Of course, at the moment, all I would do— a bit too typically for myself, too—is kick and struggle without actually trying to escape. I just like being tied up too much, and I knew I couldn't escape her for real. Embrace it, right? Oh I just knew I could count on you to enjoy my rope bunny self as much as Giulia does!

"Jenny, just because you are a cute, little, athletic, spunky, friendly, energetic, clever, considerate, bouncy, bandana-obsessed, sweet, resistant, adventurous rope bunny doesn't give you a license to be a total pain in my rear," Giulia spewed the stereotypical adjective train without missing a beat.
"Is that all I am?" I grunted while working up more sweat to further flavor my nasty gym socks.
"I can come up with more," my landlady said through gritted teeth, "But right now you deserve a good spanking and a tickling," and she finally succeeded in grabbing some of my clothesline.

Giulia is 5'10", and represented Team Italy in international competition and played professionally in the WNBA. Psshh! Like I stood a chance! All my actions were mere dares to her to escalate the severity of whatever she did to me. With that, she sat on my legs and slammed my elbows so they touched with an expert use of the rope. That was the first of many ropes. Yeah—I know—I deserved this and a whole lot more. I am a fount of energy, and I even made childbirth seem like an easy task when I had my firstborn. That's just me, though—a bouncy rope bunny full of love.

Without much effort, Giulia tied my ankles too. I couldn't fight her much at all, but she plays the long game very well. When she played basketball, she was a cerebral defender who was good at delivering when the dagger points were needed. I've seen films of her playing: so calm! She can even more casually posterize me than she did in those games. What? You want Giulia to kidnap you too? Sorry, but she's my personal kidnapper, not yours, and only works in my own home. I really shouldn't talk; she tied my wrists together and then took… my sneakers and socks off me.

"Open up, Jenny Danielle Kristensen," she commanded me with a thick Italian accent.
"If they're so delicious," I gritted my teeth, "put them in your own mouth!"
"I'm a-trying to put you in the closet before my sisters get here," she said and spanked me hard!
"Yowmph! Gmmmmmmm!" and then yummy, sweaty, wet, pungent gym socks filled my mouth.
"This is much better," she laughed with me, cleave gagging me with a black bandana.
"Mmm mm mmmmmm!" I chastised her and made faces of utter disgust at the scrumptious taste.

Have I mentioned yet that I love dirty sock gags, especially when they're super wet and pungent after intense activity? If not, consider this the first mention of that, because I was in rope bunny heaven with Giulia working numerous ropes around my body until I was absolutely helpless and unable to escape on any reasonable time scale. In TUGs, less means more for me: less ability to move or to talk means more happiness for me! Giulia knows exactly how to make less from the fewest resources possible, and you're about to read some of those very things in this story.

That's why Giulia tied my knees and my upper and lower thighs, you see. That's why she tied an extremely constricting but gentle chest harness and a waist rope. That's why she hogtied me and wrapped 8 layers of sticky bright blue duct tape around my mouth as another layer of gag. That's why she put me on the floor of the closet and stood waiting for Sera and Vittoria to arrive, so she could send Sera away and take Vittoria! It was a good hogtie, too, from my ankles to my elbows for maximum tightness and restraint. She even used a piece of string to tie my big toes together! In case you cannot tell, I was having lots of fun even if was technically kidnapped by her.

"Oh, hi, girls, Jenny's still out," Giulia deceived her sisters, "Sera, go to the bakery for goodies."
"With joy!" Sera's accent was so much thicker than Giulia's despite being younger, "I go!"
"Hi, sis!" I could almost hear the spring in Vittoria's step, that youthful spring, "How are you?"
"I'm good," Giulia said to her sister in such a sweet tone and hurried Serafina out the door.
"MMMMMMMM!" I wailed into my gag, revealing my soon-to-be sister-in-law's dirty secret.
"Did you hear something?" Tori asked when I slammed my knees on the wall, "Jenny, you're tied up somewhere, aren't you?! Giulia Amodea Maria Randaccio LeCerf, where is Jenny?!"
"Come with me, Vittoria Emanuela Natalizia Randaccio," Giulia roughly grabbed Tori's arm.
"Hey, let me go!" said the youngest of the three sisters, "You're kidnapping me, aren't you?!"
"Am I kidnapping you or bossing you around?" the basketball player feigned innocence well.
"MMMMMM!" I groaned when I saw them enter the closet together, and I made a horrid face.
"You stuffed Jenny's socks in her mouth, didn't you?" Tori's eyes had a playful glow.
"Yes," my personal kidnapper smiled, "Since your eyes desire it, I will gag you with your own."

Now I will diverge a moment to talk about the CGC and how we protect youths like Vittoria. It's a topic we do handle seriously even if the games are played flippantly. The Cool Girls' Club has a lot of rules concerning youths, but it mostly involves four basics: nothing PG-17, no adult toys like ball gags (although some older sisters allow our simple homemade ball gags to be used), no access to the CGC private Facebook group, and they must have an older sister who's a Cool Girl.

Tori had a distinct flair for monochromatic tiedye, and almost all of her bandanas were a Western paisley with that distinct monochromatic blotching. Today's bandana was green, which matched her leaf green skirt and matching leaf green socks. Her long-sleeve New York Jets t-shirt further continued that green theme. Still, said bandana headband kept her long wavy brown locks out of her face. Part of the Randaccio charm was that no siblings have the same gender, hair color, and amount of curl, which is funny because they all have brown eyes! Giulia has brown-blonde hair!

"Giulia Amodea Mar—" Tori started protesting her kidnapping with a playful glint in her eyes.
"How many more people are going to call me that?!" Giulia threw her head band, "Really?!"
"You must be a really bad girl, Giulia," the 13 year-old said to the 26 year-old, "Sera, help me!"
"Why, you little whelp!" the oldest sister playfully wrestled the youngest to the ground and took the victim's sneakers and socks right off her feet, "Enjoy the cheesy taste of defeat!"
"Mmmmmm!" the captive looked up at her sister, the mischief still well and alive in her eyes.
"Now, I have plans. I will let you go. Keep the socks in your mouth… Or else!"
"Hmph!" Tori playfully pouted while Giulia effortlessly picked me using the hogtie as a handle.
"MMMMMM!" I wailed while I was carried out into the living space and put on the dining table.

And right there was born the idea that would one day make my little apartment the site for stories that we chose to entitle The Banister Rail and Revenge of the Banister Rail. This is the rail that separates the living room from the dining room because there's a single step between the two rooms even though they share the same carpet. Once I was laid on the table, Giulia used a red bandana to cleave gag Vittoria and hold the socks in her mouth before making the youngest of the three sisters knee on the floor in front of the banister rail, on the higher dining room side.

Vittoria and Serafina shared another particular aspect of TUGs—the love of vet wrap. Both liked the feeling and sweatiness of vet wrap as much as duct tape or even more. Giulia didn't start that way! Nope! She pulled Tori's arms through the railing and around two adjacent spindles before tying Tori's wrists and elbows together with some more of my pink clothesline! Wow! Can you feel how restrictive that is, but at the same time it's a clever and safe way to escalate TUGs for a teenager who can't yet be seriously subjected to playful punishments like spanking.

Giulia carefully tied Tori's legs only at the ankles, knees, and thighs this time, skipping any more leg binding or any toe binding. That's a good sister for you! The retired basketball player pulled her sister's bound legs under the banister rail and ran rope from her ankles to her elbows for a well supported, effective hogtie of sorts. This time Giulia even decided to let the cleave gag be all that was used to hold Tori's cheesy socks in her mouth, and the captive looked up to thank her big sister for the caring attention and—yes, as silly as it sounds—for kidnapping her.

"Giulia Amodea Maria Randaccio Le—" Sera burst into the apartment with riotous laughter.
"Ah, madonna mia, perche tutti usano il mio nome completo?!" Giulia threw her hands up, "This is my last straw. Ti imbavaglierò con i miei calzini e con i tuoi calzini!"
"What has gotten into you?!" the former rower fearlessly put the goodies on the counter.
"I'm a-here to kidnap le mie sorelle and my sorella's friend, but tutti usano il mio nome completo come una parolaccia. Now, I'm a-gag you with both my socks and yours. Open wide, Serafina Arcangela Cherubina Bonifacia Randaccio. You will taste the yum, and you will like it!"
"Mmmmph," I rolled my eyes and shook my head at the ridiculous overreaction by Giulia.
"Nuh uh," Vittoria quietly stared and also shook her head, as if this was boring and old hat even.

There are five modes of Serafina Randaccio: sweatpants, black jeans, blue jeans, skirts, and gym shorts. This was "black jeans Serafina," accompanied by black canvas sneakers, a black kerchief bandana to hold her hair back, a black Columbus Crew t-shirt, and black crew socks. Sera had a slight problem with sibling idolatry, and she loyally wore the clothes for any sports team that had ever called her oldest brother or older sister one of their own players. The bandana had yellow motifs instead of the classic white ones, in keeping with the Columbus Crew black-and-yellow.

Serafina is a bit taller than me. OK, so, I haven't admitted this, but I'm only 5'1", and Serafina is 5'5". That's why I get kidnapped so easily that people make a sideshow out of kidnapping me. I love it, so it makes things delightful for the kidnapper, too. I'm just a little rope bunny in a world full of potential kidnappers, and I'm surrounded by friends who love on thrill or the other or both. Sera loves the act of being captured as much as being captured, much like I do, but she's so much stronger than me that it's an entirely different task from capturing me or young Vittoria. Serafina always has brown curls that bounce somewhere between the top of her shoulders and the base of her shoulder blades. She's a beautiful young lady, and I love that she's my sister-in-law.

The former rower was given her own form of delight, though, in the form of my brown rope, an equally effective but visually distinct and slightly rougher material for binding a girl. In seconds, Serafina's wrists and elbows were tied together behind her back, making her as captive as me and Vittoria. There was no quit in Serafina, though, and she just kept fighting as if victory was mere inches from her as opposed to being as impossibly far as it was in reality. That's Sera for you!

Giulia's goal was to tie Serafina to a chair—a noble goal but a difficult task. After a long battle, Giulia finally affixed Sera's ankles to where the front legs and underframe all connect. It took an incredibly long time just to get that far, at least 5 minutes. What a fight though! Only then could Giulia get off her sister's chest and set the chair upright once again. Without further ado, Giulia's hands calmly removed Sera's sneakers and socks, and then she removed her own and approached her younger sister's mouth, a pair of socks in each waiting to fill Sera's unusually big mouth.

"Open up nice and wide and enjoy this foot Parmesan," the older sister commanded the younger.
"Nmmm mmmm," Sera shook her head and turned away, as if that would do anything.
"That attitude and spunkiness is why you're called the Gangsta Chick, isn't it?" Giulia asked her.
"MMMMMMMM!" I kept struggling in my hogtie, not wanting to be entirely forgotten so soon.
"Mmmmmph!" Tori let out a long sigh, as if such behavior was routine from Giulia and Serafina.
"GMMMMMM! EWWWWWW!" the socks entered Sera's mouth one by one, "EEEEEEEEE!"
"Like you didn't smack your lips two seconds before I put those in there," the big girl laughed.

Then Giulia grabbed the red vet wrap for a nice little pop of color. Four wraps of that as a cleave gag and 6 of it as a classic wrap gag held the sweaty, cheesy cotton in Sera's mouth, a bulge quite obvious in her cheeks. That freed Giulia to tie Sera's legs together at her upper and lower thighs and to form a chest harness and a waist rope to (1) secure Sera's arms to the chair back and to her torso and (2) secure her torso to the chair. The last rope ran from Sera's wrists to the underframe of the chair, removing some of her ability to struggle or fight the ropes. It was awesome!

There we were. Sera was chair tied; I was hogtied; Tori was banister banished. Have I told you I love being gagged with my or a fellow female's dirty socks (No boy socks! Yuck!)? Sera loves a dirty sock gag even more, and Tori enjoys them a little less than I do. That's because she's 50/50 on liking being the captor or the captive, whereas Sera and I love captivity. I was a helpless hogtied rope bunny squirming on my own dining room table. Sera was madly thrashing like she was going to be executed in 30 minutes; Tori was methodically struggling to try to escape.

Serafina thrashed around like a caged animal and shrieked into the gag like an actual banshee. It was an energy she'd carried in TUGs since the day she was introduced to the Cool Girls' Club in a case of mistaken identity (from behind, she looks a lot like another Cool Girl), but an energetic struggle like this wasn't her go-to mode of attack. Good Lord, was she trying to tip the chair and injure herself? Her chipmunk cheeks held the gag, and my poor dining chair rocked around. As a punishment for her behavior, Serafina was blindfolded with a yellow bandana

Vittoria, ever the calm mind, quietly picked at her ropes, well aware that Giulia would either let her escape or punish her for trying. The banister rail upright hogtie didn't seem to bother her too much, and the glow in her eyes showed her affectionate idolatry for her two older sisters and her future sister-in-law. I was an only surviving child; I can't imagine being the youngest of 8! As a playful hindrance to her escape attempt, Tori was blindfolded with a white bandana.

"There! Now you have the Italian flag," Giulia squeezed Tori's left cheek and kissed the other, "Vittoria Emanuela Natalizia, you have fun and escape my gauntlet if you can, sweetheart."
"Mmmph!" Tori blindly resisted with a playful, cheerful squeak.
"Now, you, Serafina Arcangela Cherubins Bonifacia, why do you always try to tip the chair?"
"Gmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmmm!" Sera responded in playful defiance, just thrashing for thrashing's sake, "Mmm mmm gmm hmmm mm gmmm mmm mmph! GRRRRRRRRR!"
"OK, enjoy yourself. Just don't tip the chair in your eagerness," Giulia kissed Sera's forehead.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" some little urchin loudly howled into her own cheesy socks.
"Now, Jenny Danielle Kristensen, I have not forgotten you, my friend," my landlady turned to me and brandished a pink bandana, "I make the blindfold match your clothes, OK?"
"Gmmmmmmm," I squirmed in my hogtie, but soon I could no longer see anything.

Blindfolded, gagged with my socks, hogtied, and helpless—what fun! Oh, I bet some of you are envying my position, but how many of you envy Sera's? Tori's? What about Giulia's though? It takes a caring, loving dominant personality to so perfectly orchestrate such an elaborate capture of so many, and Giulia does it well. I trust her, and she cares about us. Sometimes she gets lost in the thrill of the capture, but that only results in elaborate capture. I never have to worry about real harm occurring when I'm Giulia's captive. She's aware of safety rules and never does foolish things—for example she never abandons me unless I'm ball gagged so that I won't choke. Giulia is a wonderful personal kidnapper! We were having so much fun sucking on dirty, sweaty socks!

I have a reputation as a bad escapist, which Giulia has sweetly worked with me to rectify. Yes, it is true that I like being tied up so much that I struggle to enjoy the feeling, to the extent that I'm a poor escapist after losing my youthful high school self's ability to slip out of the ropes. This time I decided I wanted to try to escape even if I failed; Sera always tries and mostly fails; Tori always tries and mostly succeeds. Even all these years later, Giulia will still win 70% of the time.

There we were—Tori and I bound with pink clothesline—Sera bound with brown rope. Serafina filled the room with loud, frantic, passionate, and secretly joyful "MMMMMMMM!" sounds, the sounds of a girl in rope bunny paradise. She loved being bound and gagged and found tons of solace in her inability to speak, escape, or avoid the flavors of the socks in her mouth. There's a lot to be said about The Joys of Being a Rope Bunny, but that deserves its own story.

Sometimes you struggle and struggle. I fought; Sera thrashed; Tori decoded. Tori was a natural escapist and quite adorably calm about it. She gag talked mostly as a form of expression. What a sweet and interesting girl she was and still is. Adult Vittoria is every bit as interesting now as she was back then, and adult Tori still enjoys the simplicity and innocence of this style of play. Every motion I made was deliberate but still somewhat aimless. I just didn't have a sixth sense for finding the weaknesses in my binding. Then I realized that I'd been struggling uselessly for over an hour before I noticed that Giulia had left every single knot within reach. I was fooled!

"ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!" Serafina continued howling and making her curls fly everywhere.
"MMMMMMMMMM!" I just wanted to leach dirty sock flavors onto my tongue.
"I think you have solved it," Giulia encouraged her baby sister, "You are the smart Randaccio."
"Mmmmmmmm," Vittoria squealed to express her gratitude at Giulia's kind compliment.
"MMMMMMMMMM!" I groaned while picking at the knots that secured my rope prison.
"I see you have solved it as well. Good work, my sweet," Giulia kissed me on the forehead.

After maybe 15 minutes of picking at knots, squirming, and listening to Serafina shriek, scream, groan, and gag talk, I was sitting up on my dining room table. There was Vittoria, looking at me with a mischievous grin, when I pulled the blindfold down to my neck. She embraced me for an affectionate kiss as her future sister-in-law who was more sister than in-law and friend. Getting out of the ropes on my own rarely felt so nice, but these Randaccio siblings? They're nice, all 8 of them. Even if Serafina is throwing herself like it's a murder scene and not a game. They have unique traits, and each one of them, with time, earned an unique spot in my heart.

Such a happy moment is where I will conclude this story of another sisterly Randaccio moment!

THE END

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Another great story!!