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CHAPTER 15
The slow march in the woods continued. Janie had been forced into slavery; then Janie and Ken had been tricked into captivity; now, Eva was being kidnapped by her sister. Caleigh drank in the sights and sounds and felt a strange sense of relaxation overcome her.
Eva knew these woods better than anyone else Caleigh had ever met. After every 200 steps or so, Caleigh would spin Eva around several times to make her dizzy. Each time, Eva would let out a string of complaints and stagger. With each spinning, her ability to walk straight diminished until she was being literally dragged by Caleigh.
Eventually, Caleigh tired of the whining and had Eva sit on a log. To prevent any further protesting, to add fun, and to give Eva some more of that “Indian princess vibe”, Caleigh took off Eva’s shoes and put them in the TUG bag and took off her socks so that she'd be barefooted on the journey. But Caleigh went further.
“You're a cute kidnapped Indian princess,” the bait was laid.
“Aww, thank yoummph” her socks were jammed in her mouth, “Ewww!”
“Quiet, princess,” Caleigh wrapped duct tape around her face 5 times.
They proceeded for another 5 minutes with the same patterns of spinning and such, and Caleigh knew the way they had gone with confidence. Once they were deep into the forest, Caleigh forced Eva to lie down on the ground. She bound her sister’s ankles, thighs, and breasts and hogtied her from ankles to elbows. To make sure she didn't squirm away, Eva’s knees were roped to a tree trunk. Nothing was too tight, but it left her with a difficult start that would entertain the artistic softballer.
“You can handle it,” Caleigh sat down with her sister.
“Mmmmm!”
Eva was joyfully roiling at the taste of her dirty socks while struggling against her hogtie. Getting out of this was going to be the difficult part because she wasn't as talented as her sister when it came to escaping these cruel situations. The breast harness simply consisted of ropes above and below her breasts and once under each armpit with her elbows also touching behind her; the combination made it so that she was squishing her boobs against the ground.
Caleigh looked up at the bright sunny sky that contained only a few puffy cumulus clouds. The blue behind those clouds made her feel forced to smile. Her eyes moved down to the brilliant and imposing green of the trees. Finally, she let them move further down to the brilliant sight of her entertaining captive and sister.
Birds were happily chirping in the forest. Bees and other insects happily buzzed. The wind rustled through the foliage. Eva grunted and shrieked while both enjoying and loathing the taste of her socks. Squirrels and chipmunks chattered. Perhaps, just perhaps, she heard a mouse.
“Mmm mmm mmmmmmmm!” Eva grunted while fighting her bondage.
Eva couldn't see, talk, or really move. It was a tough spot to be in, and it was a rather uncomfortable one as well. She felt her struggles accomplishing something and eventually shook her head enough that the blindfold fell down. She looked at Caleigh with a teasing scowl.
The struggle continued with a desperation to escape the ropes. More fighting successfully loosened the hogtie enough for her to pick it off with her fingers. Some more picking detached her legs from the tree. A loud squeal of triumph came from Eva at this point.
Eva sat up and winked at Caleigh while still struggling against the ropes. With enough shaking, she got her legs free and stood up. She motioned for Caleigh to pick up the ropes, but a sudden devilish inspiration came to the ordinarily innocent blonde. She tackled her sister back to the ground.
“Mmmmmm!” Eva helplessly grunted while Caleigh tied her ankles again.
“I am going to release you after. You won. But I’m pausing the game,” laughed the older sister.
Caleigh again tied Eva’s ankles and knees and took one of the other ropes to put Eva in a strappado from her wrists to a branch above her shoulders. Caleigh made sure this time that all of her knots were well-cinched so that resistance was minimized. A sudden change had come over Caleigh, and she blindfolded Eva with the same brown bandana. Again, the knot was much tighter this time.
They are all alone, and Eva could do nothing to stop Caleigh from avenging herself. Caleigh giggled a little in a manner that assured Eva that no genuine grudges were held. They had been merely playing before, and they were merely playing now. The difference was that now Caleigh was in control.
“I want that revenge. You tortured me in private; now you're tortured by me in private.”
SMACK!, Caleigh’s hand came down hard on the girl's dress.
“Ahhh!” Eva jumped.
“Your dress is in the way,” Caleigh tucked it around the wrist ropes to expose Eva’s bottom.
SMACK!
“Owwww!”
SMACK!
“Eeps!” that one was surprisingly well-placed.
“This is actually fun!” Caleigh giggled and attacked again.
SMACK!
“Owies!” the victim bounced and flipped off Caleigh.
“Something about revenge makes it enjoyable!” remarked the psychology major.
SMACK!
“AYLEIGH EEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!” came out in a shrill tone.
The older sister, however, had never done any research and so didn't know anything about the limits of torture. She just kept spanking and spanking her little sister with no concerns or qualms because she figured her sister liked it. All the while, ropes dug into Eva’s skin in a pleasant way while the socks stewed in her mouth in an unpleasant way. The younger sister was so stunned by her older sister's behavior that using the safe word hadn't dawned on her.
Caleigh didn’t yet realize it, but she enjoyed being dominant. There was a decided thrill in walloping her helpless sister that she couldn't describe. The sounds of her sister’s yelps encouraged her to continue and excited her. The gag talk and Eva’s inability to move made her feel powerful in a strange way,
“Haha! I hope you’re enjoying yourself!” Caleigh’s glee was almost contagious.
SMACK!
“Whee!” somehow it was fun for Eva despite the pain.
SMACK!
“EEEEEEEEK!” that one hurt the worst of all!
Eva thought that the pitch of her scream was sufficient for Caleigh to realize something was wrong. It had been so long since Caleigh’s ADHD had gotten the best of her that the helpless Eva had forgotten the signs, and Caleigh was effectively in a world of her own. While each spank hurt more and more, they somehow felt better and better especially with the rush of the taste of her socks, and Eva, too, was in a world of her own but in a very different way. Suddenly, she remembered her escape route.
“DUH DUH DUH DUMMMMMMMM!” Beethoven’s fifth symphony emanated from her as the signal to end the game.
“What was that?!” Caleigh paused.
“Duh Duh Duh DUMMM!” she repeated.
“Oh, right,” Caleigh now knew what that meant, “Then we're done!”
Caleigh untied Eva’s legs and undid the strappado. A huge relief came over Eva’s body when her arms lowered down to a more normal level. Caleigh pulled the blindfold down to Eva’s neck and saw a strangely tired look on Eva’s happy face. Eva’s butt throbbed with pain, but it did feel good in a strange way. She had enjoyed being helpless and punished at the hands of her normally non-assertive sister, but 36 spanks was too many, especially after Eva had already gotten a walloping of that many from Janie and Caleigh before.
Eva realized that Caleigh had gotten carried away and signed exactly what was wrong as best she could. She conveyed her concerns to Caleigh in a way that her sister understood exactly why, and with that they began walking back toward their brother and his wife. No further discussions were held while Eva led the way. Caleigh was simply enjoying the spanking itself as opposed to their encounter the prior morning in which she had merely enjoyed spanking as a part of general torture.
For Eva, it was simple to navigate the forest. That tree had that gnarly branch on the north side, and the campsite was southwest of it. The little creek fed into the bigger stream, but they met much too far away to be worth following. This little knoll was due east of the campsite, so go due west and… There was an RV in sighe!
Before they got back to the campsite, Eva stopped to give Caleigh a gagged kiss on the cheek. Eva rarely did such things even to her sister or mother except when she wanted to show strong emotions, but Eva had felt such during their game. What it meant in regard to TUGs was still to be decided, but it meant much in regard to their sisterhood.. This was going to be their secret, and Eva communicated as much with sign language. As far as Eva was concerned, the TUG score between them was now even, and Caleigh agreed to that
More than that, Eva had impressed Caleigh with how effortlessly she found her way back and how emotional she could be in private. The young girl indeed recognized the forest and saw the signs of their passage even without footprints. Young and spry Evangeline might have only been a wannabe-Indian, but she had the woodland skills of a real one.
“Well, our two sexy ladies are back!” Janie greeted them from the roof of the RV.
“Is Ken still there?” Caleigh looked up at her.
“Yeah, we had a lot of fun with what little time we had!” Janie squirmed; her hair was now in a braid.
“Gangsta Jock, you're a dirty girl!” the sister-in-law wagged a finger at her.
Eva motioned for Caleigh to take a full body picture of her front and back with her phone. The older sister obliged and took multiple photos of her bare-footed sister. Caleigh knew this would make a perfect diary entry… She had learned a valuable lesson that day and grown a little closer to the person closest to her heart.
Such photography, as seen in recent hours, was always something peculiar to these sisters. Rope marks, in all their ugliness, were mesmerizing to them, and they would discuss the marks and how each point made them feel. It was all foreign to their older brother and his wife, who hardly were so sensitive to their body’s responses to stimuli.
Eva had also learned to remember that safe words exist for a reason! She had endured some 50-60 spanks all in a single afternoon, and her butt stung with the pain of it. There was a bit of pride from seeing Caleigh actually stand up for herself for a change even if in a playful manner. Eva didn’t know what that feeling she had experienced was, but she knew she would cherish it for a very long time.
Both sisters would forever remember the day Caleigh led Eva into the forest…
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In her natural habitat is:
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-Passive when suspended
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-Obedient when cuddled
-Cheeky when gagged
-Truly happy when tickled
-Giddy when approached
-Passive when suspended
-Bratty when loose
-Obedient when cuddled
-Cheeky when gagged
-Truly happy when tickled
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CHAPTER 16
Again, that sign language came in handy. Eva figured that, since she was tied up already, she should practice her escape skills. She wanted to be blindfolded and hogtied just like back in the forest, but this time much tighter. Caleigh smiled and was more than happy to comply because, as she was beginning to realize, she liked dominating her sister.
The softball player started by pulling the brown bandana blindfold back over Eva’s eyes again, and again her ankles and thighs were bound with the same rope. Caleigh didn’t cut any corners and made sure each rope was well-cinched and in place before moving to the next bond. Ropes on Eva’s shins and upper thighs ensured her legs would stay bound, and a piece of string around her big toes took away her ability to flex her feet individually. As requested, things were tight, and Caleigh tightened the pre-existing knots. For the second time, Eva was hogtied, this time from her wrists to her elbows in a tight arch. Once again, being tied up captured a multitude of the senses in ways that made Eva happy.
“Enjoy your suffering, you dirtbag!” Caleigh rubbed Eva’s forehead into the earth.
“Grmmm mmmmm!” the girl squirmed on the dirt.
Her feet were almost black with earth caked into every groove, and dirt blobs were over her body and dress. She could wash it all though and thus didn't mind. In fact, she was enjoying getting dirty as part of a TUG and growing to enjoy dirty sock gag stew more and more. The hogtie, this time, was more about working on her escape skills.
Eva was slowly understanding that she loved being tightly bound, heavily gagged, and cruelly demeaned while so imprisoned. It was odd to think such things made her feel warm inside, but they did. She still, however, didn’t understand why these things excited her as much as they did. Her older sister was trying to learn the answers to such questions.
Caleigh didn’t quite understand the thrill of domination. She understood that she was developing a set of preferences for each situation, but she wanted to understand the psychology. That was but one part of her graduate program because she understood TUGs fell under “kink” in life. Her goal was to be a Christian counselor, and she hated the stigma around TUGs. Not even 50 feet from her was a perfect example of a Godly marriage that had TUGs involved in it for sure! Why shouldn’t adults be allowed to do so especially if they weren’t violating any things considered to be basic principles?
Eva resumed her attempts to escape being bound and gagged. She was becoming increasingly dirty all over as Caleigh had found a nice dried out patch to the extent the Indian pseudo-princess even had dirt on the back of her legs despite being hogtied. The filth seemed to simply grow. Of course, the feel of the earth beneath Eva only made things happier.
For reinforcements the chest harness had been made much more tightly than normal although it was simply two passes above the chest, two below the chest, and one pass running under the armpits and around her neck for a strong cinching. The legs and arms were bound in the standard way, but Caleigh did go quite a bit tighter than normal. On top of this, Eva had flexibility closer to Janie’s that put her in quite the challenging position.
“Booooobbbiiieess,” Janie suddenly reached down and squeezed Eva’s breasts.
“Mmmmmph!” Eva grunted while struggling, “Mmmmm!”
“If you can't escape this, I’m going to make you sleep outdoors just like this!” Janie threatened in a playful way.
“Keep your hands off!” Caleigh made a shooing motion, “She’s working on her escape skills.”
“Goodness knows it’s a waste of time. For every 1 minute one of us gains, you gain 2. Soon you’ll be escaping before you’re tied up,” Janie gave Caleigh a pat on the back.
Eva let out a loud groan into her festering socks. They had shrunk a lot on her saliva during the past two hours, and she was ready for them to go should she finally escape. She wasn’t tired of being gagged, but the feel of fetid cotton had possibly worn out its welcome.
Every time Eva pulled on her wrist bonds, she pulled her ankles into her butt with a light tap thanks to the well cinched hogtied. The ropes squished her arms tightly together, and she realized she hadn’t applied proper muscle tension while being tied up to be able to effect the kind of escape she desired.
Since escape seemed to not be on the docket for the immediate future, Eva decided to have a little fun. She rolled onto her stomach with a bit of effort, and took a deep breath. Once all of her energy was collected, she hollered into her gag.
“ELP EEEEEEEE!” even inside the RV’s bathroom Ken heard her.
“Why did you do that?!” Janie had been so startled she flipped her chair.
“Ha ha ha haaaaaa!” laughed the captive.
At least an hour passed by while others did various little tasks related to camping around Eva. Firewood kindling was collected by Janie and Ken; Caleigh gathered water from the stream; Eva squirmed on the ground. It was classic Rondell teamwork to make sure their last evening in the woods went smoothly and happily. Most of all, everyone did their work cheerfully!
Of course, Janie asked about Eva’s gag, and Caleigh explained that the captive was gagged with her own smelly socks. Janie stuck her tongue out at that and giggled, but Ken overheard Janie’s innocent question. Ken could be such a stickler with safety rules that he frequently hurt feelings, and this time was no different.
“Is her mouth stuffed?” Ken asked Caleigh sternly.
“Yes, she is stuffed,” Caleigh responded and seemed to cower while Janie watched at a distance.
“CALEIGH! You know what Mom and Dad said!” Ken ripped into his sister.
“I’m sorry,” Caleigh kept her head down and focused on Eva.
“Leave her alone!” Janie charged over to her friend’s defense.
“What if Caleigh had a seizure out there when they were a-”
“And what if a tree fell on the RV during the night? Are you going to ban sleeping?” Janie adjusted the barrettes that clipped her bandana into place, “Wake up! She’s 22 years old, and Eva’s 20! They’re adults. For as much as you’re a light to me, you’re a blight to them! Cay, come over here.”
Janie and Caleigh had had more than one private conversation about Caleigh’s seizures and how the rules imposed upon her were heavy-handed. For Caleigh, it was like being told she wasn’t allowed to have fun any longer when in reality she merely needed to be cautious and make sure she took her medicine each day before engaging in TUGs; like any other epileptic, it was about taking the medicine and avoiding stress.
“I so hate when he treats me like that!” Caleigh sat down in a chair with her head down.
“You remember how overbearing my sister could be; it wasn’t until my friend said something that she changed.”
“Control your temper, please?”
“I’ve learned how to assert myself without violence,” Janie smiled.
“Thank you,” Caleigh watched Janie stand up.
“It’s a beautiful day to march out to war!”
The condescension Caleigh received from her parents and brother about the issue deeply affected her at times, and it felt like the friends of her inner circle were the only ones on her side. Caleigh kept hoping that Janie would keep that promise to let her live with them when they bought their first home. One of Janie’s big hugs made her feel better and brought a smile to her face like no one else’s could.
The condescension hurt Janie too. This was the one side of her husband she genuinely disliked. They made such a perfect couple because they helped to patch over each other’s flaws, but this one was the one that could make her lose her temper. Inside, she was boiling even though she had smiled for Caleigh. Not only did the hug lift Caleigh’s spirits but also it helped Janie’s anger to subside.
Caleigh’s sorrow touched the younger sister, and with determined effort Evangeline Rondell resumed working on her bonds. She knew escaping would make Caleigh proud. Such was Caleigh’s style that she was happy whether her captive was trapped or broke free. Eva had watched Caleigh escape this, and much worse imprisonments, enough times, so it had to be possible to escape even if her skills weren’t as good.
Eva arched, bent, and rocked in various ways while trying to loosen the ropes in some regard. As is typically true, the hogtie loosened first, to which Eva gave a loud squeal of satisfaction. Much more struggling followed, but it would all pay off in due time. There was a new kind of emotional rush when she got her wrists free and was able to begin untying herself.
“MMMM!” she excitedly squirmed a little and continued her escape process.
The first phase, untying the breast harness and elbows ropes, took a considerable effort because Caleigh had forced her elbows to touch. She had to shake and shimmy (and let out strings of gag talk oaths) to get her elbows out of the soft white rope, and a strange feeling of excitement rushed through her when she untied the harness and squeezed her arms a little to get the blood flow back to normal. She pulled the blindfold down to her neck so she could see and began unknotting the ropes around her legs. Escaping took some more time because of the multitude of tightly bound ropes. After 3+ hours, Eva unwrapped her face and spat out the socks. Before she did that, she focused on her sister.
“Come here, Cay,” she motioned for her sister to sit next to her.
“What is it?” Caleigh sat down as wished.
“I love you so much,” the still giddy Eva gave her sister yet another hug and kiss while they thought no one was looking.
“I’ve never seen you so happy before,” remarked the confused sister who blushed.
“I’ve never felt it either,” Eva worked on her legs, “But it was all so freaking awesome.”
“You want to know the truth? I’ve never had so much fun being on top either,” Caleigh nodded in understanding, “I had a blast. Spanking you was a blast! Kidnapping you, teasing you, gagging you. I loved it all!”
“Which was better? Giving or receiving?” Eva probed her sister’s mind.
Caleigh smiled, “Giving.”
Eva started laughing and wiggled her eyebrows, “Receiving.”
When Eva was done, she cleaned up the rope mess, taking time to coil up each rope with her own perfect precision. Her dress, legs, feet, arms, face, and bandanas were all brown with dirt in at least some places, and she was completely shameless about it. The dirt was worth it to have one of the most meaningful moments the sisters had ever shared.
Janie had seen it all though from inside the RV where she was helping get ready for supper. Was that feeling in her chest… pride? Was she proud of Caleigh and Eva seeming to finally find their happy places in TUGs much as she had discovered while an undergraduate student? Happiness was definitely filling her, and she resolved to do what she could to protect Caleigh against the onslaughts of over-protective loved ones.
No matter what happened, Eva and Caleigh knew they could always rely upon each other.
CHAPTER 16
Again, that sign language came in handy. Eva figured that, since she was tied up already, she should practice her escape skills. She wanted to be blindfolded and hogtied just like back in the forest, but this time much tighter. Caleigh smiled and was more than happy to comply because, as she was beginning to realize, she liked dominating her sister.
The softball player started by pulling the brown bandana blindfold back over Eva’s eyes again, and again her ankles and thighs were bound with the same rope. Caleigh didn’t cut any corners and made sure each rope was well-cinched and in place before moving to the next bond. Ropes on Eva’s shins and upper thighs ensured her legs would stay bound, and a piece of string around her big toes took away her ability to flex her feet individually. As requested, things were tight, and Caleigh tightened the pre-existing knots. For the second time, Eva was hogtied, this time from her wrists to her elbows in a tight arch. Once again, being tied up captured a multitude of the senses in ways that made Eva happy.
“Enjoy your suffering, you dirtbag!” Caleigh rubbed Eva’s forehead into the earth.
“Grmmm mmmmm!” the girl squirmed on the dirt.
Her feet were almost black with earth caked into every groove, and dirt blobs were over her body and dress. She could wash it all though and thus didn't mind. In fact, she was enjoying getting dirty as part of a TUG and growing to enjoy dirty sock gag stew more and more. The hogtie, this time, was more about working on her escape skills.
Eva was slowly understanding that she loved being tightly bound, heavily gagged, and cruelly demeaned while so imprisoned. It was odd to think such things made her feel warm inside, but they did. She still, however, didn’t understand why these things excited her as much as they did. Her older sister was trying to learn the answers to such questions.
Caleigh didn’t quite understand the thrill of domination. She understood that she was developing a set of preferences for each situation, but she wanted to understand the psychology. That was but one part of her graduate program because she understood TUGs fell under “kink” in life. Her goal was to be a Christian counselor, and she hated the stigma around TUGs. Not even 50 feet from her was a perfect example of a Godly marriage that had TUGs involved in it for sure! Why shouldn’t adults be allowed to do so especially if they weren’t violating any things considered to be basic principles?
Eva resumed her attempts to escape being bound and gagged. She was becoming increasingly dirty all over as Caleigh had found a nice dried out patch to the extent the Indian pseudo-princess even had dirt on the back of her legs despite being hogtied. The filth seemed to simply grow. Of course, the feel of the earth beneath Eva only made things happier.
For reinforcements the chest harness had been made much more tightly than normal although it was simply two passes above the chest, two below the chest, and one pass running under the armpits and around her neck for a strong cinching. The legs and arms were bound in the standard way, but Caleigh did go quite a bit tighter than normal. On top of this, Eva had flexibility closer to Janie’s that put her in quite the challenging position.
“Booooobbbiiieess,” Janie suddenly reached down and squeezed Eva’s breasts.
“Mmmmmph!” Eva grunted while struggling, “Mmmmm!”
“If you can't escape this, I’m going to make you sleep outdoors just like this!” Janie threatened in a playful way.
“Keep your hands off!” Caleigh made a shooing motion, “She’s working on her escape skills.”
“Goodness knows it’s a waste of time. For every 1 minute one of us gains, you gain 2. Soon you’ll be escaping before you’re tied up,” Janie gave Caleigh a pat on the back.
Eva let out a loud groan into her festering socks. They had shrunk a lot on her saliva during the past two hours, and she was ready for them to go should she finally escape. She wasn’t tired of being gagged, but the feel of fetid cotton had possibly worn out its welcome.
Every time Eva pulled on her wrist bonds, she pulled her ankles into her butt with a light tap thanks to the well cinched hogtied. The ropes squished her arms tightly together, and she realized she hadn’t applied proper muscle tension while being tied up to be able to effect the kind of escape she desired.
Since escape seemed to not be on the docket for the immediate future, Eva decided to have a little fun. She rolled onto her stomach with a bit of effort, and took a deep breath. Once all of her energy was collected, she hollered into her gag.
“ELP EEEEEEEE!” even inside the RV’s bathroom Ken heard her.
“Why did you do that?!” Janie had been so startled she flipped her chair.
“Ha ha ha haaaaaa!” laughed the captive.
At least an hour passed by while others did various little tasks related to camping around Eva. Firewood kindling was collected by Janie and Ken; Caleigh gathered water from the stream; Eva squirmed on the ground. It was classic Rondell teamwork to make sure their last evening in the woods went smoothly and happily. Most of all, everyone did their work cheerfully!
Of course, Janie asked about Eva’s gag, and Caleigh explained that the captive was gagged with her own smelly socks. Janie stuck her tongue out at that and giggled, but Ken overheard Janie’s innocent question. Ken could be such a stickler with safety rules that he frequently hurt feelings, and this time was no different.
“Is her mouth stuffed?” Ken asked Caleigh sternly.
“Yes, she is stuffed,” Caleigh responded and seemed to cower while Janie watched at a distance.
“CALEIGH! You know what Mom and Dad said!” Ken ripped into his sister.
“I’m sorry,” Caleigh kept her head down and focused on Eva.
“Leave her alone!” Janie charged over to her friend’s defense.
“What if Caleigh had a seizure out there when they were a-”
“And what if a tree fell on the RV during the night? Are you going to ban sleeping?” Janie adjusted the barrettes that clipped her bandana into place, “Wake up! She’s 22 years old, and Eva’s 20! They’re adults. For as much as you’re a light to me, you’re a blight to them! Cay, come over here.”
Janie and Caleigh had had more than one private conversation about Caleigh’s seizures and how the rules imposed upon her were heavy-handed. For Caleigh, it was like being told she wasn’t allowed to have fun any longer when in reality she merely needed to be cautious and make sure she took her medicine each day before engaging in TUGs; like any other epileptic, it was about taking the medicine and avoiding stress.
“I so hate when he treats me like that!” Caleigh sat down in a chair with her head down.
“You remember how overbearing my sister could be; it wasn’t until my friend said something that she changed.”
“Control your temper, please?”
“I’ve learned how to assert myself without violence,” Janie smiled.
“Thank you,” Caleigh watched Janie stand up.
“It’s a beautiful day to march out to war!”
The condescension Caleigh received from her parents and brother about the issue deeply affected her at times, and it felt like the friends of her inner circle were the only ones on her side. Caleigh kept hoping that Janie would keep that promise to let her live with them when they bought their first home. One of Janie’s big hugs made her feel better and brought a smile to her face like no one else’s could.
The condescension hurt Janie too. This was the one side of her husband she genuinely disliked. They made such a perfect couple because they helped to patch over each other’s flaws, but this one was the one that could make her lose her temper. Inside, she was boiling even though she had smiled for Caleigh. Not only did the hug lift Caleigh’s spirits but also it helped Janie’s anger to subside.
Caleigh’s sorrow touched the younger sister, and with determined effort Evangeline Rondell resumed working on her bonds. She knew escaping would make Caleigh proud. Such was Caleigh’s style that she was happy whether her captive was trapped or broke free. Eva had watched Caleigh escape this, and much worse imprisonments, enough times, so it had to be possible to escape even if her skills weren’t as good.
Eva arched, bent, and rocked in various ways while trying to loosen the ropes in some regard. As is typically true, the hogtie loosened first, to which Eva gave a loud squeal of satisfaction. Much more struggling followed, but it would all pay off in due time. There was a new kind of emotional rush when she got her wrists free and was able to begin untying herself.
“MMMM!” she excitedly squirmed a little and continued her escape process.
The first phase, untying the breast harness and elbows ropes, took a considerable effort because Caleigh had forced her elbows to touch. She had to shake and shimmy (and let out strings of gag talk oaths) to get her elbows out of the soft white rope, and a strange feeling of excitement rushed through her when she untied the harness and squeezed her arms a little to get the blood flow back to normal. She pulled the blindfold down to her neck so she could see and began unknotting the ropes around her legs. Escaping took some more time because of the multitude of tightly bound ropes. After 3+ hours, Eva unwrapped her face and spat out the socks. Before she did that, she focused on her sister.
“Come here, Cay,” she motioned for her sister to sit next to her.
“What is it?” Caleigh sat down as wished.
“I love you so much,” the still giddy Eva gave her sister yet another hug and kiss while they thought no one was looking.
“I’ve never seen you so happy before,” remarked the confused sister who blushed.
“I’ve never felt it either,” Eva worked on her legs, “But it was all so freaking awesome.”
“You want to know the truth? I’ve never had so much fun being on top either,” Caleigh nodded in understanding, “I had a blast. Spanking you was a blast! Kidnapping you, teasing you, gagging you. I loved it all!”
“Which was better? Giving or receiving?” Eva probed her sister’s mind.
Caleigh smiled, “Giving.”
Eva started laughing and wiggled her eyebrows, “Receiving.”
When Eva was done, she cleaned up the rope mess, taking time to coil up each rope with her own perfect precision. Her dress, legs, feet, arms, face, and bandanas were all brown with dirt in at least some places, and she was completely shameless about it. The dirt was worth it to have one of the most meaningful moments the sisters had ever shared.
Janie had seen it all though from inside the RV where she was helping get ready for supper. Was that feeling in her chest… pride? Was she proud of Caleigh and Eva seeming to finally find their happy places in TUGs much as she had discovered while an undergraduate student? Happiness was definitely filling her, and she resolved to do what she could to protect Caleigh against the onslaughts of over-protective loved ones.
No matter what happened, Eva and Caleigh knew they could always rely upon each other.
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What a lovely chapter. Love the dirty bondage, naturally I love anything with toe ties too
In her natural habitat is:
-Giddy when approached
-Passive when suspended
-Bratty when loose
-Obedient when cuddled
-Cheeky when gagged
-Truly happy when tickled
-Giddy when approached
-Passive when suspended
-Bratty when loose
-Obedient when cuddled
-Cheeky when gagged
-Truly happy when tickled
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CHAPTER 17
“In fact, I’d enjoy spending all night tied up in the dirt like I was earlier,” Eva strongly affirmed.
“Your ebullience shows,” Ken smiled.
“My what?! Anyway,” her tone shifted, “let's talk about Cay…”
Eva was beaming and now even noticed bruises from the combination of brutal spanking and tight bondage. Her inner knees, inner ankles, and wrists all had the distinctive bruising, but the wrist ones were the smallest. The former volleyball player, whose promise of college scholarships ended due to injury, was surprising her brother and his wife with her happiness.
Janie helped Caleigh with making boxed macaroni & cheese, an accomplishment for the pitcher. Soon, however, they heard a commotion from outside. Closer listening revealed that Ken and Eva were having an argument of some kind. Janie went outside and motioned for Caleigh to stay.
“What's going on out here?” Janie literally put herself between Ken and Eva.
“He's still crabbing about Caleigh stuffing my socks in my mouth!” Eva put her hands on her hips.
“What if Caleigh had a seizure while you were out there?” Ken remained firm.
“What if she has one while we're sleeping?” Eva rolled her eyes at him, “You're a f-cking control freak!”
“Would you two stop it? Ken, quit being a d-ck! Cay’s 22, and you’re not her dad,” Janie took a surprisingly mature approach.
“Mom and Dad laid down these rules, and…,” Ken repeated tired arguments.
“We're not in their house. Now, shut your mouth, focus on cooking, and apologize to both of your sisters!” Janie pointed to the food and turned back to Eva, “I am sorry about that, sweetheart.”
“I’m trying..”
“Shut up! Apologize to both,” Janie remained calm and firm.
Eva had a strange admiration for Janie that she knew was similar to her admiration for Caleigh. Both had overcome so many challenges in life to get to where they were, and somehow both figures were strangely heroic in her eyes. She watched while Janie again adjusted her green kerchief and made sure the flower was centered above her nose and adjusted her own dirty beige one in a similar manner while instinctively smiling.
Dinner was a more pleasant affair started with Ken’s apology to his sisters, and soon, while the last vestiges of sunlight disappeared over the horizon as the quartet sat around the fire. All sat cross-legged on the ground except Caleigh, who was on a chair. They all shared from a bucket of water to wash the chicken grease and sauce off their hands. When all was cleaned up, they resumed their seats around the fire.
“Charades?” Caleigh suggested, “Like last night.”.
“How about ‘Tie up Eva and leave her in the dirt all night’?” came from Eva.
“I can do that if you'd like,” Janie turned to her, “But it's better earned.”
“We should play a game then,” Caleigh’s mind jumped to life, “Where the winner gets tied up and left in the dirt all night!”
“Musical chairs?” Ken blurted out.
It took a little effort in the forest for someone to get enough internet access to get a musical chairs game that would work, but they did it. While Ken and Caleigh searched, Janie and Eva set up three chairs in a circle a slight distance from the fire. There was a competitive fire in all, but Eva and Janie both wanted the prize.
That first round was a shocker. Caleigh, being the smallest yet most agile, had a distinct strength disadvantage yet an equivalent advantage in agility. Neither of those factors played into the incredible way she played that first round; she was surprised by her actions too!
As soon as the music stopped, of course they all attempted to go for the nearest chair. Caleigh, however, straight up shoved her brother down to the earth! She took her seat and crossed her arms with pride and stared at her older brother who was looking at her in stunned silence.
“I might not want the prize, but I’m still playing to win!” Caleigh beamed with pride.
The second round took on a different turn, with Janie deliberately stationing herself behind Caleigh while the music played. When the music stopped, Gangsta Jock grabbed Caleigh from behind with a hand gag and an arm wrapped around her chest. Eva comfortably took a seat, and Janie calmly sat down while Caleigh flailed her legs.
“MMMM!” Caleigh’s struggles were useless, yet she felt strangely comfortable.
Janie enjoyed holding Caleigh captive like this. It was like clutching a teddy bear, and a very special one at that. This wasn’t any ordinary teddy bear; this was the girl who, when Janie was in distress, opened her home and family to the girl many called the “Gentle Giant” and who was willing to sneak around to help her. Janie loved Caleigh dearly and showed it by giving Caleigh a kiss on the forehead before letting go of her.
“Janie, you weasel! You cheating rotten–,” Caleigh caught herself when she was free.
“B-stard!” the dirty Eva finished Caleigh’s sentence with all the color Caleigh would never use.
“Yes, I’m a bad…,” Janie saw Caleigh’s disapproving glare, “I’m a bad girl.”
“B-tch.”
“EVA!” Caleigh groaned but then laughed because it was funny with Eva’s perfect timing.
The final round was now down to the two rope bunnies of the quartet, and more than that it was down to two ruthless competitors who fought until the last drop of blood. Both girls thought they had tricks up their sleeve, but when Ken stopped the music, it turned out Janie had a new kind of trick up her very long sleeves.
“JANIE! Put it down!” Eva whined with Janie asserting her full 6’1” (186 cm) to hold the chair high in the air.
“No dice,” she looked down at the mere 5’9” (176 cm) of Eva.
Janie slew-footed Eva right down into the dirt and proudly took a seat. The Gangsta Jock had used the devilishness of her inner Gangsta and the strength of her inner Jock to take the victory. Eva picked herself up and rolled her eyes without saying a word before bursting out into a very raucous laughter.
“And that, Janie, is a prime example of the spirit I love,” Ken smiled.
“I guess this means I’m the one getting tied up and thrown in the dirt?” Janie looked all around.
“It does indeed,” Caleigh wiggled her eyebrows.
“Sweet! Bring it on!” Janie stood up and rubbed her hands together.
“Who do you want to tie you up?” Eva asked.
“Caleigh… I want you to do it,” there was no consideration once Janie had her choice.
With Caleigh in charge, Janie knew she was getting the best. Her arms were folded behind her back with a hand on either shoulder blade and her wrists crossing to make an X with the right arm on top of her dominant left arm. A strong ‘+’ of her own red rope was tied around her wrists while Eva unbuttoned Janie’s shirt to reveal a blue sports bra and Ken unbuttoned her jeans. Caleigh used a long rope, and the strands went around either side of Janie’s neck, under her bra between her breasts, down her belly, around her crotch, up over her underwear, up her back, and back to her wrist bonds where Caleigh wrapped it around her wrists with a fresh ‘+’ before knotting it. They then rebuttoned Janie’s jeans.
“I knew you’d pull out something different!” Janie looked back at Caleigh and smiled.
The next rope also started at her wrists with a ‘—,’ wrapped around her right rib cage under her arm, under her boobs, around her left rib cage and over her arm, across her arms at the same level as the rope in front of her, back around her front in the same, manner, repeated that circuit, came under her arm when passing over her left rib cage the third time, and back to her wrists with a ‘—.’ After wrapping her wrists with a new ‘—’, the rope went around her right rib cage through her armpit, across her upper chest, around her left rib cage through her armpit, and around her wrists again. Then the rope passed left over her arm, across her chest, over her right arm, across her back between her hands and her spine, around her left arm, back across her chest, over her right arm, and back to her wrists.
A new rope started with a ‘|’ around her wrists, went up around the right side of her neck, wrapped the upper chest bond above her right breast once, continued between her breasts to the looper wrappings, wrapped around once, went up toward the the left side, made another single wrapping around the upper chest loop, went back around her neck the left way, and made a new ‘+’ around her wrists; the rope passed between her arms and ribs above the upper ropes, made a u-turn around the upper ropes in front, back through her armpit, made a new u-turn around the upper ropes in back, back through her armpit, and across her chest. With a pull, Caleigh cinched the ropes down. The rope that passed through her left armpit under the upper ropes, made a u-turn around the ropes, back through her armpit, made another u-turn around the ropes, back through her armpit, was cinched tightly, and made a new ‘—’ around her wrists. This process then repeated with the lower ropes with much struggle, and then finally the rope passed under her right arm and armpit, above her breasts, behind her neck, back in front, under the left armpit and arm, and back to her wrists. It was a fight to make it work, but Janie’s torso was restrained.
“Caleigh, do that to me! Please?!” Eva whined like a tween.
“Get our rope because I don’t have more pieces that long!” Caleigh smiled at her sister.
Caleigh started Eva with the bit where the rope passed through Eva’s bra and crotch while Ken looked away. Eva didn’t have an open shirt, but she did otherwise get tied just like Janie complete with the dramatic flare of cinching the ropes and the struggle to make the ropes fit through tight quarters. Ropes also bound both girl’s legs in 6 places and, after Janie’s shoes and socks were removed, their big toes! Their legs were roped at their ankles, their shins, below their knees, above their knees, at mid-thigh, and below their crotch. For Eva, this was mostly under her dress.
The two captives looked at each other and giggled in their intricate bindings. They scrunched up together, and Eva put her head on Janie’s shoulder. Caleigh had plans for these two, though, and knelt on the ground next to Janie holding stuff in her hands. The glow of the fire spookily illuminated the scene.
“What are these?” Caleigh opened her left hand.
“Socks, of course! And a bandana!” Janie watched as Caleigh stuffed one in the other and then took a black bandana and tightly knotted it around the parent sock.
“Where do these belong?” the tone in Caleigh’s voice was sweet.
“In my mouth?”
“Right!” Caleigh jammed them into Janie’s mouth, and the girl retched on the flavor.
“What were those?” Eva asked while watching Janie’s face.
“Her socks from today!”
Eva’s eyes grew wide with excitement. What did Caleigh have in mind for these two?
CHAPTER 17
“In fact, I’d enjoy spending all night tied up in the dirt like I was earlier,” Eva strongly affirmed.
“Your ebullience shows,” Ken smiled.
“My what?! Anyway,” her tone shifted, “let's talk about Cay…”
Eva was beaming and now even noticed bruises from the combination of brutal spanking and tight bondage. Her inner knees, inner ankles, and wrists all had the distinctive bruising, but the wrist ones were the smallest. The former volleyball player, whose promise of college scholarships ended due to injury, was surprising her brother and his wife with her happiness.
Janie helped Caleigh with making boxed macaroni & cheese, an accomplishment for the pitcher. Soon, however, they heard a commotion from outside. Closer listening revealed that Ken and Eva were having an argument of some kind. Janie went outside and motioned for Caleigh to stay.
“What's going on out here?” Janie literally put herself between Ken and Eva.
“He's still crabbing about Caleigh stuffing my socks in my mouth!” Eva put her hands on her hips.
“What if Caleigh had a seizure while you were out there?” Ken remained firm.
“What if she has one while we're sleeping?” Eva rolled her eyes at him, “You're a f-cking control freak!”
“Would you two stop it? Ken, quit being a d-ck! Cay’s 22, and you’re not her dad,” Janie took a surprisingly mature approach.
“Mom and Dad laid down these rules, and…,” Ken repeated tired arguments.
“We're not in their house. Now, shut your mouth, focus on cooking, and apologize to both of your sisters!” Janie pointed to the food and turned back to Eva, “I am sorry about that, sweetheart.”
“I’m trying..”
“Shut up! Apologize to both,” Janie remained calm and firm.
Eva had a strange admiration for Janie that she knew was similar to her admiration for Caleigh. Both had overcome so many challenges in life to get to where they were, and somehow both figures were strangely heroic in her eyes. She watched while Janie again adjusted her green kerchief and made sure the flower was centered above her nose and adjusted her own dirty beige one in a similar manner while instinctively smiling.
Dinner was a more pleasant affair started with Ken’s apology to his sisters, and soon, while the last vestiges of sunlight disappeared over the horizon as the quartet sat around the fire. All sat cross-legged on the ground except Caleigh, who was on a chair. They all shared from a bucket of water to wash the chicken grease and sauce off their hands. When all was cleaned up, they resumed their seats around the fire.
“Charades?” Caleigh suggested, “Like last night.”.
“How about ‘Tie up Eva and leave her in the dirt all night’?” came from Eva.
“I can do that if you'd like,” Janie turned to her, “But it's better earned.”
“We should play a game then,” Caleigh’s mind jumped to life, “Where the winner gets tied up and left in the dirt all night!”
“Musical chairs?” Ken blurted out.
It took a little effort in the forest for someone to get enough internet access to get a musical chairs game that would work, but they did it. While Ken and Caleigh searched, Janie and Eva set up three chairs in a circle a slight distance from the fire. There was a competitive fire in all, but Eva and Janie both wanted the prize.
That first round was a shocker. Caleigh, being the smallest yet most agile, had a distinct strength disadvantage yet an equivalent advantage in agility. Neither of those factors played into the incredible way she played that first round; she was surprised by her actions too!
As soon as the music stopped, of course they all attempted to go for the nearest chair. Caleigh, however, straight up shoved her brother down to the earth! She took her seat and crossed her arms with pride and stared at her older brother who was looking at her in stunned silence.
“I might not want the prize, but I’m still playing to win!” Caleigh beamed with pride.
The second round took on a different turn, with Janie deliberately stationing herself behind Caleigh while the music played. When the music stopped, Gangsta Jock grabbed Caleigh from behind with a hand gag and an arm wrapped around her chest. Eva comfortably took a seat, and Janie calmly sat down while Caleigh flailed her legs.
“MMMM!” Caleigh’s struggles were useless, yet she felt strangely comfortable.
Janie enjoyed holding Caleigh captive like this. It was like clutching a teddy bear, and a very special one at that. This wasn’t any ordinary teddy bear; this was the girl who, when Janie was in distress, opened her home and family to the girl many called the “Gentle Giant” and who was willing to sneak around to help her. Janie loved Caleigh dearly and showed it by giving Caleigh a kiss on the forehead before letting go of her.
“Janie, you weasel! You cheating rotten–,” Caleigh caught herself when she was free.
“B-stard!” the dirty Eva finished Caleigh’s sentence with all the color Caleigh would never use.
“Yes, I’m a bad…,” Janie saw Caleigh’s disapproving glare, “I’m a bad girl.”
“B-tch.”
“EVA!” Caleigh groaned but then laughed because it was funny with Eva’s perfect timing.
The final round was now down to the two rope bunnies of the quartet, and more than that it was down to two ruthless competitors who fought until the last drop of blood. Both girls thought they had tricks up their sleeve, but when Ken stopped the music, it turned out Janie had a new kind of trick up her very long sleeves.
“JANIE! Put it down!” Eva whined with Janie asserting her full 6’1” (186 cm) to hold the chair high in the air.
“No dice,” she looked down at the mere 5’9” (176 cm) of Eva.
Janie slew-footed Eva right down into the dirt and proudly took a seat. The Gangsta Jock had used the devilishness of her inner Gangsta and the strength of her inner Jock to take the victory. Eva picked herself up and rolled her eyes without saying a word before bursting out into a very raucous laughter.
“And that, Janie, is a prime example of the spirit I love,” Ken smiled.
“I guess this means I’m the one getting tied up and thrown in the dirt?” Janie looked all around.
“It does indeed,” Caleigh wiggled her eyebrows.
“Sweet! Bring it on!” Janie stood up and rubbed her hands together.
“Who do you want to tie you up?” Eva asked.
“Caleigh… I want you to do it,” there was no consideration once Janie had her choice.
With Caleigh in charge, Janie knew she was getting the best. Her arms were folded behind her back with a hand on either shoulder blade and her wrists crossing to make an X with the right arm on top of her dominant left arm. A strong ‘+’ of her own red rope was tied around her wrists while Eva unbuttoned Janie’s shirt to reveal a blue sports bra and Ken unbuttoned her jeans. Caleigh used a long rope, and the strands went around either side of Janie’s neck, under her bra between her breasts, down her belly, around her crotch, up over her underwear, up her back, and back to her wrist bonds where Caleigh wrapped it around her wrists with a fresh ‘+’ before knotting it. They then rebuttoned Janie’s jeans.
“I knew you’d pull out something different!” Janie looked back at Caleigh and smiled.
The next rope also started at her wrists with a ‘—,’ wrapped around her right rib cage under her arm, under her boobs, around her left rib cage and over her arm, across her arms at the same level as the rope in front of her, back around her front in the same, manner, repeated that circuit, came under her arm when passing over her left rib cage the third time, and back to her wrists with a ‘—.’ After wrapping her wrists with a new ‘—’, the rope went around her right rib cage through her armpit, across her upper chest, around her left rib cage through her armpit, and around her wrists again. Then the rope passed left over her arm, across her chest, over her right arm, across her back between her hands and her spine, around her left arm, back across her chest, over her right arm, and back to her wrists.
A new rope started with a ‘|’ around her wrists, went up around the right side of her neck, wrapped the upper chest bond above her right breast once, continued between her breasts to the looper wrappings, wrapped around once, went up toward the the left side, made another single wrapping around the upper chest loop, went back around her neck the left way, and made a new ‘+’ around her wrists; the rope passed between her arms and ribs above the upper ropes, made a u-turn around the upper ropes in front, back through her armpit, made a new u-turn around the upper ropes in back, back through her armpit, and across her chest. With a pull, Caleigh cinched the ropes down. The rope that passed through her left armpit under the upper ropes, made a u-turn around the ropes, back through her armpit, made another u-turn around the ropes, back through her armpit, was cinched tightly, and made a new ‘—’ around her wrists. This process then repeated with the lower ropes with much struggle, and then finally the rope passed under her right arm and armpit, above her breasts, behind her neck, back in front, under the left armpit and arm, and back to her wrists. It was a fight to make it work, but Janie’s torso was restrained.
“Caleigh, do that to me! Please?!” Eva whined like a tween.
“Get our rope because I don’t have more pieces that long!” Caleigh smiled at her sister.
Caleigh started Eva with the bit where the rope passed through Eva’s bra and crotch while Ken looked away. Eva didn’t have an open shirt, but she did otherwise get tied just like Janie complete with the dramatic flare of cinching the ropes and the struggle to make the ropes fit through tight quarters. Ropes also bound both girl’s legs in 6 places and, after Janie’s shoes and socks were removed, their big toes! Their legs were roped at their ankles, their shins, below their knees, above their knees, at mid-thigh, and below their crotch. For Eva, this was mostly under her dress.
The two captives looked at each other and giggled in their intricate bindings. They scrunched up together, and Eva put her head on Janie’s shoulder. Caleigh had plans for these two, though, and knelt on the ground next to Janie holding stuff in her hands. The glow of the fire spookily illuminated the scene.
“What are these?” Caleigh opened her left hand.
“Socks, of course! And a bandana!” Janie watched as Caleigh stuffed one in the other and then took a black bandana and tightly knotted it around the parent sock.
“Where do these belong?” the tone in Caleigh’s voice was sweet.
“In my mouth?”
“Right!” Caleigh jammed them into Janie’s mouth, and the girl retched on the flavor.
“What were those?” Eva asked while watching Janie’s face.
“Her socks from today!”
Eva’s eyes grew wide with excitement. What did Caleigh have in mind for these two?
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Can't wait to see where this goes. Nice description of the bondage too.
In her natural habitat is:
-Giddy when approached
-Passive when suspended
-Bratty when loose
-Obedient when cuddled
-Cheeky when gagged
-Truly happy when tickled
-Giddy when approached
-Passive when suspended
-Bratty when loose
-Obedient when cuddled
-Cheeky when gagged
-Truly happy when tickled
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CHAPTER 18
Caleigh knotted the black bandana behind Janie’s head in her typical merciless fashion, which got a grunt out of Janie. Eva had never noticed just how bright Janie’s eyes got when she was in super tight bondage of any kind and felt herself getting excited. Once Caleigh was certain Janie was secure and safe, she moved on to the other captive.
“Well, Janie, how is it?” Eva asked with a fake grimace.
“EWWWW!” Janie had experienced this before, but it wasn’t good regardless.
“Look what I found!” Caleigh approached Eva in the same manner.
“Heh heh… more socks… and a pink bandana!” Eva opened her eyes widely.
“EAT! And be merry!” the gag was jammed into the girl’s mouth.
“EWW! UGH!” the taste of dirty socks filled her mouth.
“Those are mine!” admitted the cruel captor with a semi-sadistic laugh.
Caleigh showed no mercy: brutal bondage got a brutal gag. A brutal gag meant six layers of duct tape to force the packages deep into each girl’s mouth. Not only were there six layers, but the layers were wrapped with perfect tightness to crush their faces down. The wrapping seemed to be a tedious process, but Janie and Eva still looked at each other and wiggled their eyebrows with smiles apparent under the adhesive.
That was their last act before they were blindfolded. The same beige bandana blindfolded Eva for the third time of the day, and Janie was blindfolded with the same blue one that had been used on Caleigh before. Now, as she had wished, Eva was bound, gagged, blindfolded, and abandoned in the dirt for the night… and being alongside her sister-in-law was the icing on the cake.
Well, it didn’t start so soon. Caleigh hadn’t forgotten the afternoon’s emotional high of punishing Eva, and she wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to test the limits of her best friend. Janie and Eva could move their necks, hips, knees, and ankles but all only in a stiff dummy-like manner. There was nothing Janie could do to stop Caleigh from rolling her onto her stomach.
“Well, Janie, if Eva got 30+ from you earlier,” Caleigh whispered into Janie’s ear, “and then almost 40 from me when she and I were alone in the forest… there’s no telling how many you can take.”
SMACK!
“MMMMMM!” Janie grunted in response, but she was a trooper.
Aside from an occasional grunt, Janie showed absolutely no signs of breaking over the course of the first part of her spanking torture. In fact, besides that first spank, she didn’t even give any audible reactions. After the spanking in the morning, Janie had figured out ways to defend herself from Caleigh’s weaker spanks. Physical reactions were limited to squirming a little and flexing her wrists. Caleigh had smacked Janie’s butt nearly 20 times and even pulled the victim’s pants down for the last 5 of those, but Janie seemed to be holding strong and giving nothing more than light grunts. Eva had gotten the best of Janie before; Caleigh had gotten Janie that morning; what was wrong with Caleigh now?! Ken finally stepped into the mix.
“I got you this morning! What’s wrong now?!” a bewildered Caleigh asked no one in particular.
“She’s my wife. Let me at her,” he motioned for Caleigh to step aside.
“Have at her!” Caleigh let him have the stage.
Janie felt a new rush of excitement overcome her. Caleigh was a good spanker and felt really good, but Janie had a high threshold of pain and was trying to resist yelling out as she had done before. Perhaps Ken would put her to the test more and challenge her grit. He carefully chose his height, and brought his hand down.
SMACK!
“YOWCH!”
Suddenly, the real Indian was just as ready to yelp as the fake Indian. Eva, however, was spared spanking because she had gotten so many today alone. Ken knew better than anyone else how to poke Janie’s buttons, and he started evoking absolute shrieks out of the softball slugger. With Janie’s butt, which was larger and more muscular than average from her experience as backup catcher to her sister, Ken had room to choose four spots to spank to keep Janie guessing.
SMACK!
“YOW! Ooh are a augh-y an!”
Add to this pleasurable pain that Janie had the unpleasurable sensation of her socks expelling their savor and tang onto her tongue, and Eva had the distinctive tinge of Caleigh’s feet. Each spank that evoked a response from Janie made the flavors fester a little more forcefully, but Eva was being treated to a slow stewing on her tongue. The softball player was being pushed into the earth, and the volleyball player was flailing upon it. Both were getting dirtier and dirtier especially in the dusty, relatively grass-free location they had chosen for camping.
SMACK!
“OOOOWWWWWW! En Onhell, Ah’ll eh ooh oor thith!”
The ropes pressed hard against the two girls in a strangely therapeutic manner. Their arms were completely immobilized with motion limited to their wrists and fingers, and those motions were useless with no ropes within reach. Moving their legs was a joke because they only had multi-jointed clubs with their legs fiercely lashed together in an unforgiving fashion. At 7:13 PM, when Eva whined about wanting to be tied up like Janie, she had made her bed in the dirt and now had to lie in it.
SMACK!
“EEEE! HENNNN!!”
It was an absolutely genius situation Ken worked out. He’d spank two randomly chosen corners of Janie’s butt cheeks just hard enough to sting. Even with the amount of sting skyrocketing, Janie’s toughness allowed her to resist screaming even if she grunted in pain. Then, every 3rd or 4th spank, Ken would pick a spot, even one of the ones he had just struck, and come in much harder.
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Mmmmmm!”
SMACK!
“OW! Hen!” she’d protest.
SMACK!
“Mmph!”
SMACK!
“OWWWW OOH HIETHE OF THIT!”
Janie endured 53 spanks (for Janie; like 20 for anyone else) in this manner before Ken ceased. Her butt was thoroughly red, and her head was in the clouds in a way that neither Caleigh nor Eva really quite understood. Ken and Caleigh pulled the girl’s pants back up and tossed her into the dirt. Janie, having thoroughly enjoyed the experience, was squirming a lot, a little giggly, and humming a little. She could take 53 with most of the spanks being light, but she wouldn't have survived 20 of the hard ones! The number must also be considered as unimpressive because Ken spanked in quadrants instead of halves.
“Nice bust!” Caleigh squeezed Janie’s breasts a little.
“Hmph! Heh heh!” Janie squirmed in embarrassment.
“You’re firm even if not big,” the squeeze repeated on Eva.
“Mmmmm!” Eva moaned.
“Indeed, my wife has nice ones,” Ken squeezed Janie and waited to see how Caleigh reacted.
“Don't even go there, Ken Rondell! Now, I have one last thing to make a miserable night for these two!”
Caleigh took a marker and wrote upon each girl’s feet. Janie cackled like a maniac while she was given her private messages, but Eva only reacted to the irritation in general. What she wrote would have to wait for their release before they'd be able to find out. Ken laughed at the text and gave his approval of her verbiage.
“Good night, girls,” Caleigh gave each of them a kiss on the cheek.
“Sleep tight,” Ken chuckled and gave Janie a kiss on the cheek as well.
But Caleigh wasn’t done yet. She had sneaked a trick out of Janie’s bag just for her precious, dear sister-in-law. Janie heard someone crouch down next to her and roll her onto their lap, and she knew from the feel that it was definitely Caleigh. Caleigh squeezed Janie’s bra out from the numerous ropes and put them in the awful pleasure of binder clips. She could get away with this because Ken slept like a log and could be unconscious before his head hit the pillow.
“OUCH!” Janie grunted into her gag and soiled herself.
“Hmmm?” Eva struggled to know what was happening.
“Now you two girls can go to sleep. We’ll be in the tent and armed if you two need anything.”
Caleigh mashed Janie into the dirt so that the clamps could do their infernal work and earned an adequate “YOWCH!” from the brutally gagged captive. She also playfully put a foot on Eva’s butt and got a chuckle from her sister before pouring more water on the still smoldering fire and extinguishing it for good. It was now time for each to sleep in solitude.
Eva, of course, being as brazen as she was, tested her bonds and her gag and found both to be effective. In performing this test, she caused a heavy dose of Caleigh’s feet to leech onto her tongue in a horrific manner that Eva found degrading and humiliating in a good way. She was really into those things and enjoyed the added inability to move although she was enjoying flopping around like a beached halibut and seemed to be experiencing the true joy of TUGs.
Janie was a rope bunny at the core. Tighter binding and bigger gags usually resulted in a very happy Janie. When she was tied up, she felt strangely safe and secure and in the protection of whichever friend or loved one was keeping her captive. The hormones released by the pressure of the ropes always calmed her down, and more than once she had endured 24 or more hours of nearly continuous (but varying) captivity without complaining.
Janie had a double dose in that she had the binder clips and had experience in this kind of tie. She knew exactly what to expect in that regard, and she felt similarly humiliated and degraded by her gross gag. Janie, however, felt the embarrassment of punishment as opposed to Eva’s push toward an emotional high. It was fun to have no choice in the gag, but it was actually vile to her. It was nevertheless fun to flop like the proverbial beached halibut. After so much spanking, though, Janie had already experienced her emotional high and didn’t engage in such for long before she settled down to sleep.
Eva enjoyed being a bratty captive too much, but at this point she was wasting time with no one to hear her complain and struggle and knew that the crotch rope was working in other ways as well. To get an audience would require being a bit incognizant and would make the others just a bit upset with her. With a grunt of satisfaction, Eva laid down on her back using Janie’s back as a pillow and quickly drifted off to sleep just like her older brother.
Moonlight filled the campsite courtesy the waxing gibbous far above them. Woodland creatures sang their respective songs and scurried about their business, and they let sleeping campers lie. After all, they’re all creations of the same King, no? It might not have been the most comfortable night’s sleep for some, but it was a good one for all.
Caleigh Rondell wasn’t done with her wicked schemes though. She had one last trick up her sleeve before they left tomorrow morning, and it was going to be quite the clever trick indeed.
CHAPTER 18
Caleigh knotted the black bandana behind Janie’s head in her typical merciless fashion, which got a grunt out of Janie. Eva had never noticed just how bright Janie’s eyes got when she was in super tight bondage of any kind and felt herself getting excited. Once Caleigh was certain Janie was secure and safe, she moved on to the other captive.
“Well, Janie, how is it?” Eva asked with a fake grimace.
“EWWWW!” Janie had experienced this before, but it wasn’t good regardless.
“Look what I found!” Caleigh approached Eva in the same manner.
“Heh heh… more socks… and a pink bandana!” Eva opened her eyes widely.
“EAT! And be merry!” the gag was jammed into the girl’s mouth.
“EWW! UGH!” the taste of dirty socks filled her mouth.
“Those are mine!” admitted the cruel captor with a semi-sadistic laugh.
Caleigh showed no mercy: brutal bondage got a brutal gag. A brutal gag meant six layers of duct tape to force the packages deep into each girl’s mouth. Not only were there six layers, but the layers were wrapped with perfect tightness to crush their faces down. The wrapping seemed to be a tedious process, but Janie and Eva still looked at each other and wiggled their eyebrows with smiles apparent under the adhesive.
That was their last act before they were blindfolded. The same beige bandana blindfolded Eva for the third time of the day, and Janie was blindfolded with the same blue one that had been used on Caleigh before. Now, as she had wished, Eva was bound, gagged, blindfolded, and abandoned in the dirt for the night… and being alongside her sister-in-law was the icing on the cake.
Well, it didn’t start so soon. Caleigh hadn’t forgotten the afternoon’s emotional high of punishing Eva, and she wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to test the limits of her best friend. Janie and Eva could move their necks, hips, knees, and ankles but all only in a stiff dummy-like manner. There was nothing Janie could do to stop Caleigh from rolling her onto her stomach.
“Well, Janie, if Eva got 30+ from you earlier,” Caleigh whispered into Janie’s ear, “and then almost 40 from me when she and I were alone in the forest… there’s no telling how many you can take.”
SMACK!
“MMMMMM!” Janie grunted in response, but she was a trooper.
Aside from an occasional grunt, Janie showed absolutely no signs of breaking over the course of the first part of her spanking torture. In fact, besides that first spank, she didn’t even give any audible reactions. After the spanking in the morning, Janie had figured out ways to defend herself from Caleigh’s weaker spanks. Physical reactions were limited to squirming a little and flexing her wrists. Caleigh had smacked Janie’s butt nearly 20 times and even pulled the victim’s pants down for the last 5 of those, but Janie seemed to be holding strong and giving nothing more than light grunts. Eva had gotten the best of Janie before; Caleigh had gotten Janie that morning; what was wrong with Caleigh now?! Ken finally stepped into the mix.
“I got you this morning! What’s wrong now?!” a bewildered Caleigh asked no one in particular.
“She’s my wife. Let me at her,” he motioned for Caleigh to step aside.
“Have at her!” Caleigh let him have the stage.
Janie felt a new rush of excitement overcome her. Caleigh was a good spanker and felt really good, but Janie had a high threshold of pain and was trying to resist yelling out as she had done before. Perhaps Ken would put her to the test more and challenge her grit. He carefully chose his height, and brought his hand down.
SMACK!
“YOWCH!”
Suddenly, the real Indian was just as ready to yelp as the fake Indian. Eva, however, was spared spanking because she had gotten so many today alone. Ken knew better than anyone else how to poke Janie’s buttons, and he started evoking absolute shrieks out of the softball slugger. With Janie’s butt, which was larger and more muscular than average from her experience as backup catcher to her sister, Ken had room to choose four spots to spank to keep Janie guessing.
SMACK!
“YOW! Ooh are a augh-y an!”
Add to this pleasurable pain that Janie had the unpleasurable sensation of her socks expelling their savor and tang onto her tongue, and Eva had the distinctive tinge of Caleigh’s feet. Each spank that evoked a response from Janie made the flavors fester a little more forcefully, but Eva was being treated to a slow stewing on her tongue. The softball player was being pushed into the earth, and the volleyball player was flailing upon it. Both were getting dirtier and dirtier especially in the dusty, relatively grass-free location they had chosen for camping.
SMACK!
“OOOOWWWWWW! En Onhell, Ah’ll eh ooh oor thith!”
The ropes pressed hard against the two girls in a strangely therapeutic manner. Their arms were completely immobilized with motion limited to their wrists and fingers, and those motions were useless with no ropes within reach. Moving their legs was a joke because they only had multi-jointed clubs with their legs fiercely lashed together in an unforgiving fashion. At 7:13 PM, when Eva whined about wanting to be tied up like Janie, she had made her bed in the dirt and now had to lie in it.
SMACK!
“EEEE! HENNNN!!”
It was an absolutely genius situation Ken worked out. He’d spank two randomly chosen corners of Janie’s butt cheeks just hard enough to sting. Even with the amount of sting skyrocketing, Janie’s toughness allowed her to resist screaming even if she grunted in pain. Then, every 3rd or 4th spank, Ken would pick a spot, even one of the ones he had just struck, and come in much harder.
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Mmmmmm!”
SMACK!
“OW! Hen!” she’d protest.
SMACK!
“Mmph!”
SMACK!
“OWWWW OOH HIETHE OF THIT!”
Janie endured 53 spanks (for Janie; like 20 for anyone else) in this manner before Ken ceased. Her butt was thoroughly red, and her head was in the clouds in a way that neither Caleigh nor Eva really quite understood. Ken and Caleigh pulled the girl’s pants back up and tossed her into the dirt. Janie, having thoroughly enjoyed the experience, was squirming a lot, a little giggly, and humming a little. She could take 53 with most of the spanks being light, but she wouldn't have survived 20 of the hard ones! The number must also be considered as unimpressive because Ken spanked in quadrants instead of halves.
“Nice bust!” Caleigh squeezed Janie’s breasts a little.
“Hmph! Heh heh!” Janie squirmed in embarrassment.
“You’re firm even if not big,” the squeeze repeated on Eva.
“Mmmmm!” Eva moaned.
“Indeed, my wife has nice ones,” Ken squeezed Janie and waited to see how Caleigh reacted.
“Don't even go there, Ken Rondell! Now, I have one last thing to make a miserable night for these two!”
Caleigh took a marker and wrote upon each girl’s feet. Janie cackled like a maniac while she was given her private messages, but Eva only reacted to the irritation in general. What she wrote would have to wait for their release before they'd be able to find out. Ken laughed at the text and gave his approval of her verbiage.
“Good night, girls,” Caleigh gave each of them a kiss on the cheek.
“Sleep tight,” Ken chuckled and gave Janie a kiss on the cheek as well.
But Caleigh wasn’t done yet. She had sneaked a trick out of Janie’s bag just for her precious, dear sister-in-law. Janie heard someone crouch down next to her and roll her onto their lap, and she knew from the feel that it was definitely Caleigh. Caleigh squeezed Janie’s bra out from the numerous ropes and put them in the awful pleasure of binder clips. She could get away with this because Ken slept like a log and could be unconscious before his head hit the pillow.
“OUCH!” Janie grunted into her gag and soiled herself.
“Hmmm?” Eva struggled to know what was happening.
“Now you two girls can go to sleep. We’ll be in the tent and armed if you two need anything.”
Caleigh mashed Janie into the dirt so that the clamps could do their infernal work and earned an adequate “YOWCH!” from the brutally gagged captive. She also playfully put a foot on Eva’s butt and got a chuckle from her sister before pouring more water on the still smoldering fire and extinguishing it for good. It was now time for each to sleep in solitude.
Eva, of course, being as brazen as she was, tested her bonds and her gag and found both to be effective. In performing this test, she caused a heavy dose of Caleigh’s feet to leech onto her tongue in a horrific manner that Eva found degrading and humiliating in a good way. She was really into those things and enjoyed the added inability to move although she was enjoying flopping around like a beached halibut and seemed to be experiencing the true joy of TUGs.
Janie was a rope bunny at the core. Tighter binding and bigger gags usually resulted in a very happy Janie. When she was tied up, she felt strangely safe and secure and in the protection of whichever friend or loved one was keeping her captive. The hormones released by the pressure of the ropes always calmed her down, and more than once she had endured 24 or more hours of nearly continuous (but varying) captivity without complaining.
Janie had a double dose in that she had the binder clips and had experience in this kind of tie. She knew exactly what to expect in that regard, and she felt similarly humiliated and degraded by her gross gag. Janie, however, felt the embarrassment of punishment as opposed to Eva’s push toward an emotional high. It was fun to have no choice in the gag, but it was actually vile to her. It was nevertheless fun to flop like the proverbial beached halibut. After so much spanking, though, Janie had already experienced her emotional high and didn’t engage in such for long before she settled down to sleep.
Eva enjoyed being a bratty captive too much, but at this point she was wasting time with no one to hear her complain and struggle and knew that the crotch rope was working in other ways as well. To get an audience would require being a bit incognizant and would make the others just a bit upset with her. With a grunt of satisfaction, Eva laid down on her back using Janie’s back as a pillow and quickly drifted off to sleep just like her older brother.
Moonlight filled the campsite courtesy the waxing gibbous far above them. Woodland creatures sang their respective songs and scurried about their business, and they let sleeping campers lie. After all, they’re all creations of the same King, no? It might not have been the most comfortable night’s sleep for some, but it was a good one for all.
Caleigh Rondell wasn’t done with her wicked schemes though. She had one last trick up her sleeve before they left tomorrow morning, and it was going to be quite the clever trick indeed.
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I wonder what more she has for the girls?
In her natural habitat is:
-Giddy when approached
-Passive when suspended
-Bratty when loose
-Obedient when cuddled
-Cheeky when gagged
-Truly happy when tickled
-Giddy when approached
-Passive when suspended
-Bratty when loose
-Obedient when cuddled
-Cheeky when gagged
-Truly happy when tickled
I am putting this tale out of its misery.
@Lucky Lottie
CHAPTER 19
Both Eva and Janie had settled into sleeping side-by-side on their stomachs in their beloved dusty dirt patch. They never would have believed such things except Janie captured it beautifully on her phone’s camera. She stared at the two girls that were so near and dear to her heart and said nary a word while smiling. For the first time in her life, Caleigh felt comfortable with who she was despite the continued desire to keep her secrets as secrets.
When Ken opened his eyes, he motioned for Caleigh to come over and said that he was going inside to shower. She quietly acknowledged this and waited for him to enter the RV. He would need at least 5 minutes to get ready, 10 to shower, and 5 afterwards, and that was ample time for Caleigh to commit her wicked deeds.
“Wake up you twooooooo!” Caleigh sang a little.
Quiet sounds of breathing from two sleeping girls
“FINE!” Caleigh yanked on Eva’s bun with her right hand and on Janie’s braid with her left.
“EEEEK!” both awoke with a shriek.
“Now listen,” the mischievous one spoke through gritted teeth, “Do as I say. Every time you don’t comply, you’ll get 3 hard spanks, a pull on your hair, or a nipple torture.”
That got both girls listening in a hurry, and Caleigh started by ordering them to stand up. Of course, neither could, and both were immediately punished with a dose of each torture that evoked a scream from them. Caleigh quickly pushed onward with her scheme.
“You first!” Caleigh pulled up the real Indian first, “HOP!”
“EEE!” Janie started hopping once Caleigh walloped her butt hard enough.
Janie hopped to the RV, and Caleigh opened the door and ordered Janie to sit down and scrunch up the steps because she wasn’t strong enough to move 200 pounds of home run machine. A quick yank on Janie’s braid got her moving up the steps. Now, Caleigh dragged her to the refrigerator.
There by the refrigerator was a favorite place of the Rondells: the underfloor bed. All it really had was a mattress and a light because it was only 3 or 4 feet deep due to the RV’s undertray being directly beneath it, but it was a genuine extra sleeping quarter that came with the RV and even had its own window. Into there went Janie, and Caleigh warned her to be quiet or else. “Else” had become a scary word to all of them during this camping trip.
Janie was afraid of the dark for as long as she could remember, but blindfolds had never bothered her for some reason. Now she was in an even more exciting predicament: brutally bound, gagged so she could barely be heard, blindfolded, and abandoned in a forlorn place. Yes, Janie intentionally pulled the crotch rope twice to use it for its dirtier purpose. This game had, for her, been the highlight of the camping trip! Getting sweaty and dirty while in bondage only made her happier!
“Come on!” Caleigh grabbed the fake Indian now.
“MMMM!” Eva was forced to stand with her hair used as a handle.
“Now, move it!” Caleigh turned Eva toward the proper direction.
Eva was so covered in filth that nearly everything about her was discolored. She had been shrieking and writhing the entire time Caleigh was with Janie, and now dirt was in every crevice of her skin, underneath her nails, between the layers of duct tape that gagged her, all over her clothes, and even smeared all over her body.
Eva was having so much fun though, and she was singing a song. Caleigh expressed her pleasure with Eva’s state and promised more fun. Almost immediately, Caleigh tripped Eva so that she could punish the girl for disobedience. As soon as she hit the dirt, Caleigh pushed her sister into the dirt, sat on her legs, and began spanking her roughly.
SMACK!
“OW!” Eva cried out.
“You stupid girl! How could you fall like that?!” Caleigh knew Eva liked this.
“Ah’m thorry!” she cried back.
SMACK!
“MMMM!”
“You deserve to chew on my disgusting socks, you pathetic fool!” the psychologist used her degree and even sub-discipline of choice very well.
TWIST! on the girl’s nipples.
“YOW! Ah’m thorry! Pleathe thtop!”
“Since you said please!”
Inextricably bound, gagged with her sister’s socks, blindfolded, covered in dirt, verbally abused, spanked, and nipple twisted was the utmost extreme. If Caleigh did anything worse, Eva would personally hang her, or so the volleyball player thought she would. She now knew all her extremes, and being dragged through the dirt by Caleigh was the perfect follow-up to all that.
Caleigh opened the cover to the rear storage compartment, under the bed and behind the rear wheel of the RV. She pushed her sister into the compartment and closed the panel with still 6 minutes to spare. But Eva wasn’t done yet. With a strong kick, she knocked off the panel and began hollering.
“EL EE! EN ELL EEEEE!” she cried into her sister’s ever-pungent socks.
“Bad girl!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“EEEEE OWWWWWW! AH H-CKIN ILL OOH!”
“I should make you ride home like this, but I can’t tie you down safely!”
Caleigh really punished Eva: a hair-to-ankles hogtie that also evoked a screech from her. Now that the girl had lost what little motion she had left, Caleigh closed the panel and locked it. Eva was not going anywhere until Ken found her.
Ken didn’t know what he was stepping into when he exited the bathroom. He heard the muffled sounds of Janie and assumed she was causing a ruckus outside. However, he stepped outside to see Caleigh merely finishing placing wood in the pit for one final fire.
“Hey, bro!” Caleigh was the happiest she had been since Christmas.
“Where’s Janie? For that matter, what happened to Eva?” he gave a disapproving glare.
“That’s the game. Find your wife and our sister,” Caleigh smiled at him and resumed her duties.
Ken raised his eyebrows at that statement; she knew he couldn’t resist a challenge. There weren’t exactly many places where Caleigh could stuff either of those girls, and it was easy enough to follow the sounds to find Eva. Ken stopped and stared in disbelief at his sister’s wickedness, but at the same time he had no choice but to believe it. He glared with disapproval at Caleigh while loosening the lock nuts.
“MMMMM!” came out loudly and clearly while Caleigh giggled.
“Well, hi, Eva!” Ken pulled her out with a yank on her hair.
“OWWWW!”
“Let’s undo this and let you enjoy the earth a little more,” he said and undid the hair tie.
“That’s one down,” Caleigh’s smile grew, “One to go!”
Ken rolled his eyes and smiled. Eva managed to maintain a positive spirit through it all, so it was easy for him to do so as well. If his sister was stuffed in one compartment, maybe his wife was stuffed in a different one? Ken entered the RV and heard the same sound he had heard from before: muted squeaks.
“Janie, are you in here?” he called out.
“Mmm hmm!” squeaked back at him.
“She must be in here,” he opened the undercarriage bed slot and turned on the light to see Janie squirming on the mattress, “Yep, Caleigh’s favorite hiding place. Get out of there!”
He carried Janie out and more-or-less dumped her on the ground next to Eva. Now they were again together in the dirt, and after nearly 11 hours Ken removed the blindfolds to see bright twinkles in the girl’s squinting eyes. When asked, both were eager for release though; it took as long to release both as it took to bind both. There were many ropes holding them in the stiff and brutal positions, and an audible sigh of relief came out of both girls when various ropes released their grip from their stiff bodies.
The girls didn’t move while the ropes were untied and simply smiled at each other after the gags were removed by Caleigh. The older siblings knew that silence was golden in this particular moment and quietly worked especially since Janie was the knowledge bank of bondage aftercare. After Janie started stretching to loosen her muscles, Eva followed suit. Once again, Eva, this time with Janie, stood up and posed for photos before and after being untied.
“Baby, that was awesome!” an overly giddy Janie jumped into Ken’s arms and kissed him.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it; I had a lot of fun with it as well!” Ken admitted his own feelings.
“Well, it’s time for me to finally clean up, I guess,” Eva shrugged, “Come on, girls!”
“Wait wait!” Janie stopped her, “Let’s read our feet.”
“Yeah, do that!” Caleigh started stripping to her underwear.
“All right,” Eva sat down on the ground.
Dirtbag and Sugar is sweet, and so are you. were on Eva’s feet.
Best cuddle toy ever and You suck were on Janie’s feet.
“HEY!” Janie immediately spotted the double entendre that Eva missed and scrambled up.
“I am a sugary sweet dirtbag, aren’t I?” Eva wiggled her eyebrows.
“Let’s go!!” Janie picked up Caleigh and started carrying her to the water.
“Ken, help!” Caleigh looked toward him with wide eyes.
“You deserve to suffer after the last 18 hours!” Ken jokingly shouted towards her, “You suck!”
“No, it’s Janie who does!”
Eva watched Janie walking with Caleigh. Her black jeans, green button-up, and green kerchief were all tinged by the dirt, and she had dirt over her stomach, toes, fingers, and face. Like Eva, her face was red from being duct taped so tightly for so long. Both had bruises along their inner legs and arms from being forced together for so long. With a splash, Janie dropped Caleigh into the stream. Eva knew right then that she was going to make sundresses just like hers for Janie… Maybe even a set of three matching ones for herself, Janie, and Olivia!
Janie and Eva took off their clothes and decided to go skinny dipping alongside their clothed loved one. It was the kind of dirty fun that the trio could enjoy out here in the woods without any parental or minor figures of whom to be mindful. All three girls were more than happy to be in the stream one last time, and there was a lot of laughter and splashing. Over the past couple days, they had all grown much closer to one another. As much as it was fun to get dirty as they had, it felt so good to wash the dirt off and see their real skin tones once again.
A group hug was the perfect way to bring their camping adventure to an end.
@Lucky Lottie
CHAPTER 19
Both Eva and Janie had settled into sleeping side-by-side on their stomachs in their beloved dusty dirt patch. They never would have believed such things except Janie captured it beautifully on her phone’s camera. She stared at the two girls that were so near and dear to her heart and said nary a word while smiling. For the first time in her life, Caleigh felt comfortable with who she was despite the continued desire to keep her secrets as secrets.
When Ken opened his eyes, he motioned for Caleigh to come over and said that he was going inside to shower. She quietly acknowledged this and waited for him to enter the RV. He would need at least 5 minutes to get ready, 10 to shower, and 5 afterwards, and that was ample time for Caleigh to commit her wicked deeds.
“Wake up you twooooooo!” Caleigh sang a little.
Quiet sounds of breathing from two sleeping girls
“FINE!” Caleigh yanked on Eva’s bun with her right hand and on Janie’s braid with her left.
“EEEEK!” both awoke with a shriek.
“Now listen,” the mischievous one spoke through gritted teeth, “Do as I say. Every time you don’t comply, you’ll get 3 hard spanks, a pull on your hair, or a nipple torture.”
That got both girls listening in a hurry, and Caleigh started by ordering them to stand up. Of course, neither could, and both were immediately punished with a dose of each torture that evoked a scream from them. Caleigh quickly pushed onward with her scheme.
“You first!” Caleigh pulled up the real Indian first, “HOP!”
“EEE!” Janie started hopping once Caleigh walloped her butt hard enough.
Janie hopped to the RV, and Caleigh opened the door and ordered Janie to sit down and scrunch up the steps because she wasn’t strong enough to move 200 pounds of home run machine. A quick yank on Janie’s braid got her moving up the steps. Now, Caleigh dragged her to the refrigerator.
There by the refrigerator was a favorite place of the Rondells: the underfloor bed. All it really had was a mattress and a light because it was only 3 or 4 feet deep due to the RV’s undertray being directly beneath it, but it was a genuine extra sleeping quarter that came with the RV and even had its own window. Into there went Janie, and Caleigh warned her to be quiet or else. “Else” had become a scary word to all of them during this camping trip.
Janie was afraid of the dark for as long as she could remember, but blindfolds had never bothered her for some reason. Now she was in an even more exciting predicament: brutally bound, gagged so she could barely be heard, blindfolded, and abandoned in a forlorn place. Yes, Janie intentionally pulled the crotch rope twice to use it for its dirtier purpose. This game had, for her, been the highlight of the camping trip! Getting sweaty and dirty while in bondage only made her happier!
“Come on!” Caleigh grabbed the fake Indian now.
“MMMM!” Eva was forced to stand with her hair used as a handle.
“Now, move it!” Caleigh turned Eva toward the proper direction.
Eva was so covered in filth that nearly everything about her was discolored. She had been shrieking and writhing the entire time Caleigh was with Janie, and now dirt was in every crevice of her skin, underneath her nails, between the layers of duct tape that gagged her, all over her clothes, and even smeared all over her body.
Eva was having so much fun though, and she was singing a song. Caleigh expressed her pleasure with Eva’s state and promised more fun. Almost immediately, Caleigh tripped Eva so that she could punish the girl for disobedience. As soon as she hit the dirt, Caleigh pushed her sister into the dirt, sat on her legs, and began spanking her roughly.
SMACK!
“OW!” Eva cried out.
“You stupid girl! How could you fall like that?!” Caleigh knew Eva liked this.
“Ah’m thorry!” she cried back.
SMACK!
“MMMM!”
“You deserve to chew on my disgusting socks, you pathetic fool!” the psychologist used her degree and even sub-discipline of choice very well.
TWIST! on the girl’s nipples.
“YOW! Ah’m thorry! Pleathe thtop!”
“Since you said please!”
Inextricably bound, gagged with her sister’s socks, blindfolded, covered in dirt, verbally abused, spanked, and nipple twisted was the utmost extreme. If Caleigh did anything worse, Eva would personally hang her, or so the volleyball player thought she would. She now knew all her extremes, and being dragged through the dirt by Caleigh was the perfect follow-up to all that.
Caleigh opened the cover to the rear storage compartment, under the bed and behind the rear wheel of the RV. She pushed her sister into the compartment and closed the panel with still 6 minutes to spare. But Eva wasn’t done yet. With a strong kick, she knocked off the panel and began hollering.
“EL EE! EN ELL EEEEE!” she cried into her sister’s ever-pungent socks.
“Bad girl!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“EEEEE OWWWWWW! AH H-CKIN ILL OOH!”
“I should make you ride home like this, but I can’t tie you down safely!”
Caleigh really punished Eva: a hair-to-ankles hogtie that also evoked a screech from her. Now that the girl had lost what little motion she had left, Caleigh closed the panel and locked it. Eva was not going anywhere until Ken found her.
Ken didn’t know what he was stepping into when he exited the bathroom. He heard the muffled sounds of Janie and assumed she was causing a ruckus outside. However, he stepped outside to see Caleigh merely finishing placing wood in the pit for one final fire.
“Hey, bro!” Caleigh was the happiest she had been since Christmas.
“Where’s Janie? For that matter, what happened to Eva?” he gave a disapproving glare.
“That’s the game. Find your wife and our sister,” Caleigh smiled at him and resumed her duties.
Ken raised his eyebrows at that statement; she knew he couldn’t resist a challenge. There weren’t exactly many places where Caleigh could stuff either of those girls, and it was easy enough to follow the sounds to find Eva. Ken stopped and stared in disbelief at his sister’s wickedness, but at the same time he had no choice but to believe it. He glared with disapproval at Caleigh while loosening the lock nuts.
“MMMMM!” came out loudly and clearly while Caleigh giggled.
“Well, hi, Eva!” Ken pulled her out with a yank on her hair.
“OWWWW!”
“Let’s undo this and let you enjoy the earth a little more,” he said and undid the hair tie.
“That’s one down,” Caleigh’s smile grew, “One to go!”
Ken rolled his eyes and smiled. Eva managed to maintain a positive spirit through it all, so it was easy for him to do so as well. If his sister was stuffed in one compartment, maybe his wife was stuffed in a different one? Ken entered the RV and heard the same sound he had heard from before: muted squeaks.
“Janie, are you in here?” he called out.
“Mmm hmm!” squeaked back at him.
“She must be in here,” he opened the undercarriage bed slot and turned on the light to see Janie squirming on the mattress, “Yep, Caleigh’s favorite hiding place. Get out of there!”
He carried Janie out and more-or-less dumped her on the ground next to Eva. Now they were again together in the dirt, and after nearly 11 hours Ken removed the blindfolds to see bright twinkles in the girl’s squinting eyes. When asked, both were eager for release though; it took as long to release both as it took to bind both. There were many ropes holding them in the stiff and brutal positions, and an audible sigh of relief came out of both girls when various ropes released their grip from their stiff bodies.
The girls didn’t move while the ropes were untied and simply smiled at each other after the gags were removed by Caleigh. The older siblings knew that silence was golden in this particular moment and quietly worked especially since Janie was the knowledge bank of bondage aftercare. After Janie started stretching to loosen her muscles, Eva followed suit. Once again, Eva, this time with Janie, stood up and posed for photos before and after being untied.
“Baby, that was awesome!” an overly giddy Janie jumped into Ken’s arms and kissed him.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it; I had a lot of fun with it as well!” Ken admitted his own feelings.
“Well, it’s time for me to finally clean up, I guess,” Eva shrugged, “Come on, girls!”
“Wait wait!” Janie stopped her, “Let’s read our feet.”
“Yeah, do that!” Caleigh started stripping to her underwear.
“All right,” Eva sat down on the ground.
Dirtbag and Sugar is sweet, and so are you. were on Eva’s feet.
Best cuddle toy ever and You suck were on Janie’s feet.
“HEY!” Janie immediately spotted the double entendre that Eva missed and scrambled up.
“I am a sugary sweet dirtbag, aren’t I?” Eva wiggled her eyebrows.
“Let’s go!!” Janie picked up Caleigh and started carrying her to the water.
“Ken, help!” Caleigh looked toward him with wide eyes.
“You deserve to suffer after the last 18 hours!” Ken jokingly shouted towards her, “You suck!”
“No, it’s Janie who does!”
Eva watched Janie walking with Caleigh. Her black jeans, green button-up, and green kerchief were all tinged by the dirt, and she had dirt over her stomach, toes, fingers, and face. Like Eva, her face was red from being duct taped so tightly for so long. Both had bruises along their inner legs and arms from being forced together for so long. With a splash, Janie dropped Caleigh into the stream. Eva knew right then that she was going to make sundresses just like hers for Janie… Maybe even a set of three matching ones for herself, Janie, and Olivia!
Janie and Eva took off their clothes and decided to go skinny dipping alongside their clothed loved one. It was the kind of dirty fun that the trio could enjoy out here in the woods without any parental or minor figures of whom to be mindful. All three girls were more than happy to be in the stream one last time, and there was a lot of laughter and splashing. Over the past couple days, they had all grown much closer to one another. As much as it was fun to get dirty as they had, it felt so good to wash the dirt off and see their real skin tones once again.
A group hug was the perfect way to bring their camping adventure to an end.
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Lucky Lottie
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What a great end to their trip. I'm sure they're all closer together now.
Wonderful bondage too!
Wonderful bondage too!
In her natural habitat is:
-Giddy when approached
-Passive when suspended
-Bratty when loose
-Obedient when cuddled
-Cheeky when gagged
-Truly happy when tickled
-Giddy when approached
-Passive when suspended
-Bratty when loose
-Obedient when cuddled
-Cheeky when gagged
-Truly happy when tickled