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The Ratchet Bunny (FM/F)
Cuffed Up
“That's my Jenny,” Lauren hugged Jenny tightly while they waited for Giovanni.
“Mmmm,” the girl softly mewed after an invigorating hour of bondage and sex.
From friends who perfectly understood each other's weaknesses, to workout buddies, to confidantes, to being the godmother's of each other’s children, even with distance at times separating them, Jenny and Lauren had become closer over the years. To Jenny, it was a result of the generally positive view on life they shared; to Lauren, it was that they both cared so much about others that they shared in other people's pain. When one of them or one of their loved ones was in distress, the other had never failed to be there to help.
TUGs were the icing on the cake and, despite independently playing the adventurous rope game, they were friends for 5 months before they discovered the shared love. No one doubted Lauren’s love just based on the size of the bag in which she kept her collection. Jenny couldn't wait to see what else the bag contained and what was in store. After three adventures and being forced to be gagged even after her latest release, she knew that more was coming.
“Mm mm mmm!” Jenny squeaked while they waited.
“John Boy, where are you?” Lauren called out.
“Mmm mmmmmm mmmm!” Giovanni’s wife wagged a finger of disapproval toward Lauren.
“I lost something. I just found it,” he entered the room with a few brown boxes.
“That's it?!” the co-captor asked when he put them down.
“I have to go get the other pieces,” he then headed toward the kitchen and garage.
Giovanni went into the garage in a more relaxed state now that he had lost the bulge in his pants. Out here were his tools for both practical needs and his metal working, but it also was where the extra or currently unneeded items housed, such as the things they needed when their now toddler was much smaller. He imagined the shrieks Jenny would make in this next bondage.
“How many pounds did you gain from Larry?” Lauren passed the time.
“Mmm,” Jenny held up three fingers.
“I hope he's making a gallows; I got five from Andrew and 7 from my own Jenny!”
“Mmm mmm mmmm!” the Gangsta Queen defiantly shrugged, “mmm mmm mmm!”
“Pretending you said, ‘Like you wouldn't agree to do it again, if asked,’ OK?”
“I know Jenny hated labor,” Giovanni rolled his eyes when he came in.
“I have a secret to spill… Baby #3 is already on the way!”
Jenny’s eyes grew wide with a squeal of joy, and she nuzzled tightly against Lauren. In all of the excitement of having her friend here again after a long and busy racing season, she hadn't gotten to simply ask “What's new?” It hadn't been discussed, but then the topic came up with Giovanni speaking on behalf of her.
Working for an international race car manufacturer had its joy and sorrow. For Giovanni, as part of the traveling crew assisting the teams, he spent many weekends away from home throughout the year, and Jenny at least had a job that most of the time kept her home. But once the season was done, Jenny herself was asked to travel as well and visited places like Brazil, Mexico, and Texas because of that manufacturer also being a supplier for a Formula 1 team. Mostly, to her utter disgust and disappointment, it had as much to do with her being a 26 year old girl as it did with her skills.
“Jenny has been so busy since the IndyCar season began that she stopped having her yucky. She didn’t notice until summer.”
“Jenn, if you're that busy, perhaps you need to say ‘No’ to traveling.”
“Mmm mmmm mmmmm!”
“Sorry,” Giovanni laughed, “She loves it. It's physically, not mentally, stressful.”
“Oh,” Lauren squeezed Jenny more tightly, “Being a girl in that field is unusual!”
“Let's put these on her,” he opened the first box of Irish-8 handcuffs.
Jenny had the same bag of toys that she had in college; these were the only new things in their collection. Her eyes became wide as saucers, and her heart started racing. In an instinctive response, she began fidgeting in Lauren’s arms. Even after so much, she wasn't going down without a massive struggle. Protesting squeaks filled the air.
The cuffs clinked when Lauren, who had bought the first of the four pairs, hefted them with a big smile of satisfaction. She effortlessly did so despite having to hold the desperate captive down at the same time. Jenny thrashed about while squealing, but nothing worked. Instead, Lauren, with ease, pinned her down while Giovanni applied the first pair of the cuffs to her wrists, the second to her elbows above the joint, and a similarly sized pair of Irish-8 legirons to her ankles. Then, he provided the fourth pair.
“Are those jumbo cuffs?” Lauren watched him open the biggest box.
“Yes, but they fit on Jenny’s thighs,” he said without much thought.
“Jenny, I hate you!” the Gangsta Mom laughed and swatted her on the butt.
SMACK!
“WHEEEEE!”
“Let’s get these irons on her too,” Giovanni rolled her over and lifted her legs while Lauren pinned her.
“Sayonara, Giovanna,” cackled Lauren while he crushed her thighs in the cuffs.
Giovanni, while the Gangsta Princess squealed, clicked them into place, checked the others, and rolled her onto her stomach. Lauren envied the perfect fit of Jenny’s thighs in the cuffs. Jenny tried to squirm away from them, but Lauren dragged her back to her husband. He grabbed a large spring hook and put Jenny into a typical ankles to wrists steel hogtie. Now, he effortlessly picked her up, carried her to the kitchen, and placed her on the kitchen island counter.
Jenny looked at both of them and then turned away. After shouting some unintelligible threats, she tested the rigidity of her prison and discovered her arms to be useless above her wrists and her legs to be equally useless above her ankles. The cuffs provided a satisfying torque upon her elbows and shoulders, and the hogtie made the torque even rougher and more pleasing to her. A quick clink of metal upon metal confirmed the severity of her predicament: this was one of those hooks she used so that people couldn’t kidnap her baby without kidnapping her too.
Lauren loved dominating people. While in the bedroom she was on top maybe once per year, in other games she preferred to be the one dishing out the torture. Mostly, she enjoyed seeing how the people reacted to the stimuli and testing their limits; she didn’t enjoy pain as much as seeing where the pain led the game. In the case of Jenny, however, domination was like her sisterly way of doting on the small runner who was known as the Gangsta Princess.
“Mmmmm!”
“She needs the collar back,” Giovanni said in a display of a rare cruel streak.
“I agree she does. I’ll go get it and my phone.”
“Mmmm!” Jenny pulled on the hogtie with a clinking noise.
“If you really want to see her go, I’ll tape her nose shut.”
“Gianni! You don't really do that to her, do you?” Lauren’s jaw hung open.
“Mmmmm!” Jenny shook her head so that her braid and bandana flew back and forth.
“Here it goes.”
Jenny yelled and shook as much as she could, causing loud clinks of metal upon metal in her effort to resist Lauren. She tried to spin herself around in order to move away from her friend’s grasp, but she was spun back to her original position. In spite of her efforts, the restrictive collar was again around her neck, preventing her from turning her head at all. Lauren secured the lock with an audible click. Starting with a loud screech, Jenny thrashed violently in a vain attempt to loosen her steel bondage; her Gangsta Princess side was on full display tonight. Lauren filmed her impassioned struggle and laughed at her.
Jenny truly loved this extreme bondage. Rigidity provided her great satisfaction so long as she had some ability to move in some manner. That included slack in a hogtie, moving a chair while chair tied, squirming on the floor, and shaking her head. Squirming for her was the joy, and less was more when it came to limb movement. Most enjoyable were these over the top brutal scenes where she could do anything she wanted without concern. Right now, it was trying to shake her head despite the collar and that clink of the metal.
Just when Jenny thought it couldn't get worse, Giovanni grabbed the roll of duct tape and approached her with it. The first piece went across the bridge of her nose and under her eyes. The second came lower, restricting her breath, but then he smoothed it down. Her nose was now sealed. Almost instantly, she began shrieking and thrashing. Her eyes grew wide. Sudden desperate rough jerks against her bonds became her primary strategy. The panicked squeals became deeper and tired, but her shrieks became muffled and more frequent. It was difficult to tell if she was truly panicked or experiencing an emotional high.
Jenny couldn’t describe what she loved about it. In the case of the tape, it was the sensation of nothing happening when she inhaled or exhaled except the resistance of the tape. That initial rush and the rise to the point of knowing she cannot get the tape off were the thrills she liked most; she knew it would come off eventually but never knew how long it would be. On her best days, she could sustain a minute before she no longer felt comfortable, but rarely did Giovanni let her go past thirty seconds. It was just enough time for her to feel like she was well and truly helpless and unable to prevent anything bad from happening to her.
Lauren became anxious because she didn't like flirting with danger even if she had humored friends before in the past. Jenny’s reaction to the tape was odd to see; she could just as easily be pushed toward subspace or orgasm if Lauren wanted. Giovanni only left the tape for 30 seconds before pulling it off; after 10 seconds, he smoothed it down again. Lauren wasn’t sure if Jenny or she felt more relief when the tape finally came off. Despite being used to humoring friends who enjoyed tortures she wouldn’t permit to be done to herself, she never felt comfortable when those were being actively humored.
“Mmmmm! Eeeee!” squealed the happy Gangsta Princess.
“Oh, my goodness, just look at her eyes! She’s happier than when she’s just tied up!”
“But it must be done carefully. I… I would be destroyed if she got hurt.”
“I just can’t get over how cute of a couple you two are. Is this all you do for this?”
“Half the time I just pinch her nose shut; I tape for you to also play. Maybe we’ll bag her later.”
“MMMMMMM!” the girl thrashed desperately before Giovanni unsealed her nose.
“You don’t put her in strangle hogties, do you?” Lauren laughed nervously, “One of my friends loves those.”
“No no no. It’s all about the nose and face.”
There was an interesting passion in Jenny’s face. She looked at both of her captors as best as the collar allowed her and gave them an angry sounding yell into the tape. The tape was loosening, and the captive brilliantly was shaking and gag talking to generate excess drool. In an attempt to keep the gag in place, Lauren reknotted the OTM gag with a little more force. That generated an unhappy response from Jenny.
“You could use one and only one pro gag. A muzzle. Keep that tape in place and make her look even cuter,” Lauren said with her face right next to Jenny’s.
“MMMM!” she yelled and clinked the metal pieces together.
“Hmm, someone needs to be taught to behave,” the Gangsta Mom sealed her nose again.
“NGG!” Jenny started sweating profusely and seemed agitated by this.
“She wants another stimulus,” Giovanni encouraged Lauren, “Tickle her or squeeze her teetees.”
“Teetees makes it sound cuter,” Lauren obliged his suggestion with a tight squeeze.
“NGG!” the breathless girl drew back and playfully snarled, “NG NN GRRRRR!”
“I like how she plays!” the Gangsta Mom laughed and tortured the Gangsta Princess even more.
“EEEEEK! ARRGGGGGHHHH!” more clinking was heard.
Lauren howled in laughter at Jenny’s strong reaction to overstimulation and unpeeled the nose tape. Despite Lauren’s efforts, Jenny had drooled so much that she shook the tape off of her face and began pouring her saliva onto the counter. With more clinking sounds, Jenny tried to find the spring to undo the hogtie portion of her rigid captivity. Giovanni muttered something about her being “incorrigible” and went back to the garage.
Jenny didn’t have a high opinion of drool. She didn’t like how it would run all over her face and sometimes leave red marks that required makeup before she could go for her morning run. She did, however, otherwise like the way the ball gag worked and filled her jaw, but she preferred the homemade ones over the professional kind. The eclectic sensation of a bandana around her head and the ability to more easily adjust the tightness on a finer scale were but some of the reasons to like it, in her opinion. Having her face crushed under the tape all that time muffled her speech to her liking.
Jenny tried to relax and laid her head upon the table, and Lauren simply stared into her eyes and muttered something about loving the small girl. The little one in turn giggled a little and seemed to be in an almost dreamy state. Lauren cut the tape and knotted the OTM gag yet again. After a couple minutes of this silent recovery, she resumed her fight against the metal bondage with loud clinks. Giovanni soon entered the room with some locks.
“Let’s make her give us a show,” he said and undid the current clip.
“MMMM!” Jenny groaned when he threw her over her shoulder.
SMACK! SMACK!
“OWWWW!”
“Now, Jenny, we’re going to have fun!”
SMACK!
Lauren was amused by what she saw in the living room: a box and two piles of weights. He put Jenny on the carpet and began his new setup. He ran a tether cable through the collar and locked both ends around one weight pile. He wrapped the other around the ankle cuffs and locked it to the other weight pile. With a nudge of her foot, Lauren estimated one to be 20 pounds or so and the other to be over 100 pounds. He laid out the piles so that Jenny was stretched taut.
“Attached to the weights by your feet are the keys to detach you from the weights. Get those off. The third key on the chain is for the box. In the box are the cuff keys. But, Lauren is going to be punishing you proportionately every time you accomplish a goal.”
With a deep breath, Jenny yelled and pulled at her legs and found the weight there well beyond her strength. This meant she had to pull the other with her neck. With an audible exhale, the Gangsta Princess shook her head, covered by the red kerchief, and, after mustering her strength, pulled the weights with her neck. A gagging sound from her revealed that she choked herself doing that. With a shriek, she repeated the cycle.
“Good job!” Lauren came over and squeezed her boobs.
“Mmmmm!” Jenny couldn’t move away.
“Sometimes we use weights like this just so she can’t squirm away,” Giovanni laughed at his wife’s reaction.
“You’re diabolical too… just these irons are your only pro toys!” the Gangsta Mom gave another squeeze.
“Noooo!”
“She’s happy with the way things are. The cuffs arrived about a week after finding out we were having the baby. It’s all rope, bandanas, and store tapes for her. And these. Now you’re making a monster because now she’ll want cinches and ratchets too!”
This cartoony scene pushed Jenny in a different way from the other games. It was embarrassing to have her best friend and husband talking about her in front of her while one of them repeatedly fondled her mindlessly and both effectively ignored her. The fondling particularly annoyed her because she couldn’t get off on breast torture, but it aroused her still. To get any relief required a crotch rope… or maybe she could get ratchet strapped again? Earlier she hadn’t had the time to get off before she was released and left with a soreness that wasn’t relieved until she had just received that hammering from Giovanni not too long ago. If sexual teasing was on the menu then edging was off! Only Giovanni, his sisters, and her own sister were allowed to edge her! A shriek warded them off and reminded them to let her struggle.
Lauren sat on the sofa and adjusted her bandana and clothes as she had moved so much that all of the fabric was stuck due to sweat, disheveled, or wedged into gaps. Her shorts had ridden up her body, and her shirt was soaked with sweat. For this time of year, it was either very warm out, or, maybe, just maybe, they had dressed appropriately in anticipation of this. Just watching the little captive squirm was exhausting. How adorable Jenny was indeed, and glancing to her left showed her that Giovanni and she enjoyed Jenny’s struggles in a very similar manner.
Now Jenny resumed her struggle to entertain Giovanni and Lauren. Squirming around did not do anything to the weights. It was neck pulling or nothing. With a grunt, she tugged on the box of weights with her and felt a brief rush of breathlessness. She repeated this painful process until she could reach the cable. Another grunt preceded Jenny tightly taking the cable in her hand and thrusting her body upward. She paused for a moment to take a breath, even more firmly gripped the cable, and dragged both the weight and herself toward the leg weights. Many “mmphs” came out of her, and sweat poured off her body while her eyes were wide with excitement. Since the weights were so heavy, with her arms so rigidly bound, she could only drag the weights an inch or two at a time. Slowly but surely she dragged her entire body and her throat anchor toward the leg anchor. After that much, she took a break, but she was rewarded with a painful twist of her nipples from Lauren’s hands.
“Owwwww! Mmm mm mmmmmm!” she gag talked into the rubber ball.
“Sorry, Jenny, but I’m doing this again,” Lauren removed the scrunchie and fluffed her hair.
“GUH!” drool poured off the querulous girl’s ball gag despite the OTM gag.
“OK, I’m not sorry, I just love seeing a girl’s hair all out!” the big girl ran her hands through it.
“Mmmmm!” she panted heavily and sweated more than she drooled.
“OK, now you’re looking like an even cuter Gangsta!” Lauren moved away again.
The captive Gangsta Princess shook her head to throw her hair around for her friend’s pleasure. Now, sighing, she took the keys and began deftly trying them in the lock. In a classic
tour de force, she rolled her eyes and hummed while defiantly looking at Giovanni. She cautiously took her time to make sure she didn't break anything or drop the keys. It took a moment before she heard the click of success and contorted herself to have one grip on the lock itself and one on the hook in order to pull them apart. Now, she pulled and pulled at the cable until the last inch of it passed through the lock. Finally, she had the one anchor off her neck, but the other anchor still had to go. She repeated the process skillfully and continued her defiant gazing at both her friend and her husband. With great ease, she undid the other lock and shrieked when Lauren charged at her. She winced knowing that something awful was coming her way.
“Congratulations!” Lauren grabbed her by the hair and twisted her onto the ground.
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
“Unn uhhhh!” wailed the victim of this, “Nggggg!”
“You’ve earned it!” Giovanni laughed at their interaction.
Jenny again sat up and breathed heavily. After such an exhausting battle, a brutal spanking like that stung even worse and made that desire to get into something more rewarding even stronger. She began dragging herself toward the chest on the other side of the room. With similar ease, she got that lock off, but now she realized she had a problem with being unable to unlock her elbows. No matter what, she was stuck! Giovanni, knowing this, to reward her, removed the elbow cuffs. With seeming disinterest, Jenny used the first key for the rough screw lock on her wrist cuffs. She had to carefully push the key into the hole and twist it until it gave resistance. Then, with a pleased squeal and a lot of effort, the click was heard. The standard key locks on the others were much easier provided the lock faced the correct direction, but both were impossible to remove if the keyhole pointed in the opposite direction of her hands.
“You are so entertaining, Jenny!”
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
“MMMM!!” squealed the victim of her friend’s tortures.
Once this was done, Jenny knew her eyes were probably wide as saucers. She was energized but exhausted. The thrill of bondage and punishment was the energizing part, but the number of her punishments and struggles was the exhausting part. The Gangsta Princess grabbed the remaining keys and quickly unlocked her ankles and thighs. She preferred the standard key lock such as on the pair Lauren had purchased, and her speed with them was part of it. The screw locks were better for intense scenes like this had been. Jenny unknotted the OTM gag and then the rubber ball gag and slowly pulled both out of her mouth. She smiled, fluffed her hair more to her liking, and curled up into a ball on the rug.
Deep marks covered much of her body from being bound with cinches, ratchets, ratchets again, and steel rigid cuffs and put through such rough bondage in each one. Each mark was to her like a symbol, a brief reminder, of the fun she’d had and that would fade with time like the emotions of the game faded as well. Tonight though, one game was following after another so quickly that she hadn’t the time to process each adventure. She adjusted her bandana a little and briefly felt around her neck. The sweat poured off her body almost like a faucet, and her skin was bright red from her struggles. She panted like a dog in a desperate search for water, but she was in heaven as far as she was concerned. She resumed her tight form and looked back at the two on the sofa.
“Are you sufficiently entertained?” the Gangsta Princess sarcastically asked her captors.
“I believe so,” Lauren walked over to her, “Remember when you couldn’t escape simply having your wrists tied with a bandana?”
“Don’t remind me. Gangsta’s gotta Gangsta!” Jenny attempted to shove Lauren and scramble away.
“Not again!” Giovanni blocked her way.
“All because you're cute, sweet, TUG loving, bandana wearing, adorable, naughty, sweet, kind, short, athletic, sexy, spunky, scrawny rope bunny,” the big girl tackled her in a bear hug.
“Ratchet bunny, now,” the small girl giggled before getting hand gagged, “MMPH!”
“What’s next for you?” Lauren whispered sinister in her ear.
Kicking her legs in the air as she was effortlessly picked up off the ground, Jenny was taken to her next bondage.
