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All right then! Mary-Ann wants breakfast for dinner.
Story 10 Chapter 3: Threesome
I don’t want to sound like a spoil sport, but I’m going to be because I was quite gorgeous in my blue striped top (studio’s) and blue skirt (mine). It was quite the tie, actually. Oh, heck, let’s get into it. I’ll give you the details.
My legs were tied in a typical TAC manner, but my wrists were tied in front really well when I was seated on the chair. M.A. tightly tied me to that chair at my thighs and on either side of my tits. I was going nowhere. Then they used the blue ball gag on my mouth. If you’re wondering, yes I did like that ball gag, and the blue ball gags (both sizes) are still my favorite gags from any studio for which I have modeled.
There was no cheesecake needed before or after this one; I was scrumptious enough already! I’d say I am partial to Mary-Ann’s rope work; I don’t escape her bondage! The photos do not do her work justice. I was stuck. I was going nowhere. I was trapped. I could reach up and paw at the gag, but I couldn’t reach the straps.
“MMMMMMM!” I yelled out and crashed my heels on the concrete, “Ehhhhh!”
“Hey, hottie, can you get out of that? Hmmmm?” Mary-Ann taunted me.
“Mmmmm!” I didn’t try to speak words and just went for the groaning.
“Would you like me to remove that big, beautiful blue ball, Busty Beauty?” she squeezed my cheek.
“Mmm hmm!” I wailed like I was in real danger.
“Well, I’m not!”
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The film that followed the photos saw me with tits out. Mary-Ann gleefully exposed me. It was a short film, maybe 2 or 3 minutes, but it was even more fun after. One by one, each of the girls, in age order, walked up to me and fondled my tits. At the end of the line was Kylie, who not only fondled me but sat on me and sensually played with my tits and kissed me until I orgasmed. Why didn't Michela play too?
I loved being humiliated in
that kind of fashion.
It was a good day. We all grew a little closer to each other, including Kristine, and we all left a little richer and with good intentions for the money unlike when Kendra and I were common junkies. We could commiserate a bit in that regard. We worked best as a group, and Steve rewarded us a little. His kindness seemed unnoticed by anyone but me and Kylie.
Onto Best Buy.
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Interlude 111: Kylie’s Tears
April 21, 2013
“I like Sorry! for a reason,” Michela laughed as she brought the game to the table.
“What's that for?” I asked her with a raised eyebrow.
“Mary-Ann can't run us down like she does at word games.”
“Very funny. Not to be a distraction,” Mary-Ann responded, “But Kylie's crying.”
“Where?” I asked and started looking around.
“She went to her cell.”
“I’ll be back. Play the first one without me,” I said and walked away.
I went over to the cell for Prisoners F07 and F08, the former being Kylie, whom I saw was indeed sitting on the floor of the cell and crying. She saw me and stood up. She came out and dried her eyes on her sleeve.
“I don't know why I suddenly got a craving for my mom’s homemade strawberries and cream cake, but I did. I miss home so much.”
“I’m sorry, Ky,” I couldn't empathize with her too much.
“I’m sorry, too. You didn't deserve to be abandoned,” she flipped the script a bit.
“This is about you, girl. I don't know what you did, but you don't belong here.”
“I do, but it's my story to tell when I’m ready.”
“Your game, your rules. Wanna play Sorry! with us?” I tried to encourage my friend.
“Sure!”
Teddy’s - All Breakfast, All the Time
After a long work shift, I was glad to go into the restaurant and see that my friends were already at a table, looking like they just got seated moments before. Kylie and Kenny saw me and waved me over to sit between them, and I hurried over to them because I was
hungry in more than one way after that bondage shoot. Taking the seat, I let out a sigh of satisfaction.
“I ordered a coffee for you,” Kendra said kindly, “I know how you are.”
“Thank you!” I smiled and sat up straight, “I appreciate that!”
“How was work?” Michela asked me with a smile, “Kylie’s coming home with us.”
“Sweet, but, more importantly, Mary-Ann,” I turned to the birthday girl, “How are you?”
“For a girl who hasn’t seen this place since she was 12, devastated,” she choked up a bit.
“Don’t dwell on it, Mary,” Kendra reminded her, “You only hurt yourself.”
“I grew up thinking parents were only there to feed their kids and give them a home. Any love I got came from Grandma and Grandpa Voisin,” Mary-Ann let her mind wander, “Losing Grandpa was like the nail in the coffin for me. I didn’t get to say goodbye; the warden wouldn’t let me go to the funeral. It wasn’t until I met you, Hannah, and Kendra that I realized parents were meant to love their children.”
“So how do you feel?” Kylie asked, “Empty? Enamored with the joys of friendship?”
“Empty. My heart always lacked something all the other kids had. We were kids and couldn’t explain such esoteric things. Only when I was an adult did I realize that love’s a language, not a thing you describe, and that it means so many things. How God loves me is different from how I loved Grandpa or how I love Kendra. It’s like I’m 13 again; it’s raining outside; I’m curled up in a ball on the ground, shivering because it’s only 45 degrees; and I’m huddled against the simple headstone marking where my grandparents are buried. That’s how every moment of my life feels except when I’m with you girls. Here, right now, I feel full of meaning and purpose, just like I did when I was with Grandpa. I spent so much time with the Voisin’s that I felt it enough, but I never felt it in juvie except during those rec hours. Only loneliness kept me company those two months I wandered around homeless. Then I moved in with my cousin, and I got some of it back. She loves me dearly, but you girls love me in that way… I can’t explain.”
Mary-Ann was tired. She leaned back and sank in the chair with a grimace; tears rolled down her cheeks. She was lost and confused and overwhelmed by life. She turned to each of us with a mixture of panic and fear until her eyes settled on Kendra. Then a smile filled her face, and even the tears couldn’t contain the happiness as she sat back up.
“If you girls want to be immature like me, you’ll get either Belgian Waffles or a Super Stack.”
“Mary, you’re OK, right?” Kendra reached out her hand and stopped upon seeing Michela.
“Do it, Kenny,” I encouraged her.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Mary-Ann watched Kendra take her hand, “Best friends forever, I hope.”
“BFFs, baby. Here come our drinks; get ready to order!”
“All right!” the joy returned to Mary-Ann.
A few Super Stacks of pancakes and a couple of Belgian Waffles didn’t really matter; we freely stole from each other’s plates. We knew there was a reason to keep coming back here. This was Mary-Ann’s happy place, and we made sure that it was a very happy birthday for one sweet girl whom we all loved very much.
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Interlude 112: Sweet Ashley
December 25, 2013
“Merry Christmas, girls,” Michela said as we sat down with a pack of cards.
“It's only merry because of you, Kylie, and Hannah,” Ashley said as she took a seat.
“Compliment received and accepted,” quipped the congenial Kylie.
“How was it to have Mary-Ann come see you?” Michela questioned Ashley.
“You wouldn’t understand what it all means to me. What you all mean to me.”
Ashley was one of those girls who was here for protecting herself against an attacker, much like Michela. She never talked much about it except that her parents could not visit her anymore. The rare visitors she got were people from her old church back in Elko New Market, including the priest and some other adults. She'd occasionally say she felt her parents beside her, and Michela and Mary-Ann seemed to understand in a way that Kylie, Kendra, and I couldn't.
“You're my life,” Ashley explained, “It's nice to see people from church, but…”
“But what? We're here for you. What do you mean?” I asked her like a fool.
“When I get out, I have nowhere to go. No home. No looking forward to Christmas in 2015.”
“I was lost. Like, really lost,” Kylie said, “But I follow you now.”
“It's nice to be loved. You girls are like a host of big sisters and friends. Your sweet words, the letters and visits from Mary-Ann, they fill up the emptiness I feel each day of my life.”
“Prison empties you like that,” I continued misunderstanding, “We’re here for you.”
“Don't you get it?!” Michela got a bit snippy, “Ashley's parents are dead!”
Ashley didn't talk about things with many people besides Michela and Mary-Ann, and that was told with a promise of strict privacy. Now I understood her so much better. We were all she had left in life. I always thought her parents couldn't visit as if they were poor and couldn't afford to travel; what a fool I’d been.
“Your mom knows you're here, right?” I asked Kylie just to be certain.
“Oh, yeah. I'm going to be tied up by two bandana queens, yes?”
“I don't know who’ll be the second one tied, if either, but you’ll be tied,” I smiled.
“I like holding girls,” Michela hand gagged Kylie, “While you tie them.”
“I think she needs to be naked. What do you say?”
“Naked is nice, but we're sexiest with clothes on.”
“Naked means we can make her eat her own or the other captive's orgasm though.”
That won over Michela. We all enjoyed the orgasm gags, but for Kylie and I orgasm gags were the best gag of all. Dirty socks, worn hose, and c-m aroused us all, but the two of us almost instantly orgasmed upon the reception of such a gag. M.A.’s parties were perfect because then we could all get it, get fresh gags as other things happened, and so forth, but we could enjoy ourselves like this.
Naked wasn't really necessary. We all had short skirts on. Michela had a fuschia knee skirt that was ruffly and a matching bandana headband with a purple long-sleeve shirt. Kylie’s skirt was a denim mini skirt, and she had a black long-sleeve t-shirt. My skirt was a blue knee skirt with a yellow t-shirt and a matching bandana headband.
As part of a little part of our birthday celebration, Janie and Nichole had given us both a nice supply of the blue and orange rubber balls and handkerchiefs like they used for their games and which, in turn, originated in the sorority. I wanted to put them to use on Kylie, but I had a problem. I had just prepared a blue rubber ball with a big white handkerchief to gag Kylie.
“Ball gag? You can't do that to her!” Michela said.
“Kendra and I each had one earlier today. Was that a problem?” I asked her.
“Yes, it was! My daddy's a psycho!” she threw her hands up and turned away, “NO!”
“Michela, stop. Your dad isn't here. No one is getting hurt.”
“I’m fine with it,” Kylie momentarily ignored Michela’s anger for the sake of peace.
“Shut up!” I took advantage.
“Ball gags, R gags, tape strip gag. The R gag was worst of all of them. The memories of it… Daddy putting it in my mouth before he’d…”
“Let's not go there.”
“Hannah, Kylie, why did he do it?” she asked once again, “Why do I like bondage? Am I a monster like he is? Is it kink? Is it coping? Is it an escape? Is it acting out against myself? When Daddy first…”
“STOP!” I ordered her, “Michela, I love you, but I’m not ready for that yet. Hearing it makes me cry.”
“Am I normal? Or am I a monster?” her voice grew quiet.
“It's your way of coping. It's healthy for you. It's an outlet where you share a special bond with your closest friends.”
Kylie was perturbed by our discussion, and Michela seemed more pensive than vacant this time. Michela sat down on the bed and let go of Kylie. We all paused and let my girlfriend have her silence. She quietly put her hands behind her back and closed her eyes. Tears started pouring out of her eyes, and she opened and looked up at me with anxiety and fear. She took a piece of white rope from my bag on the bed and fingered it slowly. Looking down at the rope, Michela opened her mouth, grimaced, and shut it. There was no doubt; Michela was reliving her torture.
She was thinking deeply though. Her eyes were alive. She let go of the rope and took the rubber ball I had prepared for Kylie. She studied it momentarily and briefly held it up to her own mouth. She looked at me for approval and stopped. What was going through her head now?
“Sometimes, when I’d stare at another boy during church, Daddy would order me to gag myself because he knew I hated it. Then he'd tie me and hurt me.”
“Ummmm…”
“I want to claim my life back. I’m a child of God, first. If I… gagged myself with the rubber ball, Hannah, would you tie me up? I don't want to be in mental slavery forever. I want to be your kinky girlfriend, and I want to be able to work my way to a real ball gag. This dog toy is so unlike the real deal… I could handle it as long as you make me really happy. Hannah, please. I’m begging you!”
“I can't… I…”
“Hannah, you used to stand there and obfuscate because you were selfish. Now you stand there and obfuscate because you don't know what's best for me,” there was passion in her words, “I’m asking you to help me! Hannah, 124 times I was tied up by his hands; 83 times he forcefully made a baby with me; 67 times he emptied it into my mouth! Just over 10 months! How much more would I have suffered?”
“I’m not sure I can help!” I admitted how useless I felt I was.
“What kind of psycho r-pes his own daughter, gives her a blowjob?! And he gave me 67 blowjobs, Hannah! Why?! Why?!”
“Michela, I love you so much that I will not answer that question.”
“I’m not ready to reclaim my p-ssy and won't be for a long time, but I’m now ready to reclaim my mouth!” she held one of the orange balls, “Gag me! Hannah, I want to try forced carpet.”
She handed me the ball, and I gagged her with it. She whimpered a bit, but she didn't back down.
Interlude 113: A Visit from Mary-Ann
December 25, 2013
“Someone's getting a visitor!” Michela announced as she took the visitor cards.
“Oh, am I really? Is it Grandma?!”
“You had four visit requests, and they had to deny two of them due to the number of visitors today. Ooh, you're getting visited by a French girl with soft D cup melons!”
“Mary-Ann?! Really?” my jaw hit the floor, “How sweet of her!”
“I’m telling you… she cares. Go to her when you get out.”
“Whatever,” I blew off Michela.
I don't even remember what we said; I just remember that she came. I thought back to this particular moment though when I was dying in that basement, and I recalled what Michela had said. I wish I had listened to Michela. Mary-Ann really loved me then as much as she does now. It was the company that mattered to us at the time, and it's the presence I recall despite not recalling the words.
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“Mmmm!” Kylie groaned into a blue rubber ball.
“Gmmm!” Michela groaned into the orange match.
“Aww, Michela, you are so cute! What would make you happy? Carpet love?”
“Mmm,” she struggled to nod; she was scared.
“I want you to be happy, baby. I love you,” I erotically kissed her cheek.
“Mmmm?” Kylie writhed to get my attention.
“You get a kiss, too,” I repeated it just as sensually.
They were tied the same. Lotus position legs, crossed wrists, rough waist ropes, tight breast harnesses, exposure by having their shirts and bras rolled up, and clothespins. The rubber balls with the handkerchiefs gagged them, their panties had been removed, and both had crotch ropes. Carpet was unique to us three; and tonight Michela would try out a new kink to see if she liked it.
Underneath my crotch was Kylie's face. Michela was also on her back with me right against her carpet, licking and kissing her. I had to be careful right now because I’d possibly ruin Michela forever if I did the wrong thing. I rubbed my crotch on Kylie's face, and that was enough to make my bottom girl orgasm.
“Ohhhhh,” I was already a bit aroused, and I squirted on Kylie’s face, “Not sorry.”
“Mmmmmm,” Kylie squirmed underneath me.
“Mmmmm! Hannah!” Michela said my name erotically right before she squirted.
“Oh!” that surprised me, “Mmmm! Salty and good,” I licked it up.
“Mmmmmm!”
“You girls are so sweet,” I paid them their dues, “This is so much fun.”
It was fun indeed, and I loved eating up Michela's carpet. But, now I felt obliged to a change of pace. I turned them that so she was eating my carpet and Kylie was getting hers licked by me. Can you tell I’m really into carpet even as a woman married to a man? It's still my weak spot.
I realized how momentous an occasion this was and took great care for Michela. Was this perhaps the moment you could say I truly understood how a loving relationship is supposed to work? I had us in a tight triangle on the floor so that Kylie was eating up Michela's carpet albeit while gagged. Michela needed pleasure and comfort beyond my voice. Kylie had a squirty carpet, so I got two orgasms to lick for the same effort that got me one from Michela. Michela went shortly after Kylie's first orgasm; mine came shortly after Kylie’s second. A loud groan came out of Michela, a sexy groan of the best kind, but it was mixed with discomfort.
“Did you like eating my p-ssy?” I asked while I seated up my lotus tied beauties.
“No,” Michela shook her head and started crying, “I -ove -ou tho huch!”
“I want you to be happy. Michela, are you happy at least?”
“Mmm hmm,” she nodded, “Ahhhh… ah’m hahin’ hun.”
“Perfect,” I kissed her cheek, “Tears of joy are good tears.”
“Awwwwwww!” Michela's happiness made Kylie happy too.
I had to make this special for my girlfriend, and I put washcloths under both crotch ropes. The vibrator was on the way, and I explained, in a whisper, to Kylie that I needed to give Michela a little bit of special attention. After that, I redid their bonds so their legs were bound like normal at ankles, knees, thighs, and big toes.
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Interlude 114: Visiting Michela
May 15, 2014
“Baby, I miss you so much! My new cellmate is as attractive as a wasp.”
“Michela!” I laughed, “That's not nice.”
“So, you finally dumped Greg? Went back to Grandma?” she asked me hopefully.
“Ummmmm,” I froze up, “No…”
“Is he hurting you, Hannah? You need to leave him.”
“Oh, no… No!” I lied, “I just am still sticking it out, hoping for the best.”
I don't know why I wouldn't listen except that, deep down, I was convinced that he’d murder me if I tried. I was living in terror, worse than the terror of Mr. Reardon. I’d been living a nightmare so vivid that I still live it to this day.
“Hannah, please get away from him.”
“You know what?” I snapped, “I’m sick of you telling me what to do!”
And I never saw Michela again until after her release. Sure, we talked on the phone, but I didn't visit her. What an idiot I was.
“Was that gag so bad?” I asked Michela while I kissed her on the lips.
“No,” she said and kissed me back, “This has been fun, unlike Daddy.”
“Michela,” I paused, “most tools aren't evil. The user can be though.”
“I love you,” her eyes sparkled and went vacant, “Why do you love me?”
“Why do you love me?” I turned her question on her, “It doesn't matter now.”
“Mmmm,” she said when I put my lips against hers, “You're so cute.”
“You're cuter than me when you're happy.”
“Agree to disagree.”
We quite strongly fornicated, and in little snippets she confessed emotions toward me, feelings about the rubber toy ball gag, and carpet. We were kissing, grinding, and, by the aid of the vibrator, orgasming. Michela was alive underneath it all. I accepted the sad reality that she, like me, was ruined for life in some regards, but I now believed I was making a positive impact in her recovery.
Now, it was time to invite Kylie back into the threesome. I laid them next to each other and removed the gag from the Queen of Orgasm’s mouth. It was a perfect time to put a thigh against either girl’s padded crotch and start grinding them. I kissed the blonde on the lips while Michela kissed us on our cheeks.
Kylie didn't want to admit the truth that she was extremely TUG sexual and only had any sexual feelings for her Pod F friends. She was truly asexual, possibly a result of being the Pod F girl who got wrecked the most by Mr. Reardon. I saw it, but I knew if she didn't say it herself then she didn't want it said at all. Kylie was such a private girl I only knew her sibling’s names from her Facebook.
Another thing was Kylie's intelligence. She did homework assignments for our shared classes in 15-60 minutes while I’d sometimes take 2-3 hours. Everything from essays for a literature class to Calculus 2 just came intuitively to her. I think she suffered as a result of prison, perhaps more than any of us. I only
knew she genuinely loved all of her friends.
The thing that was most amazing about fornicating with Kylie was the softness of her skin. Was it a blessing or a curse because it made me want to hold her? Her reaction said blessing. Despite her blessings of intellect and health, you weren’t about to hear a boastful word from her lips. We had a lot of reasons to love Kylie Svensson.
“Hannah, this is fun,” Kylie muttered when I let her have a moment.
“Shhhh,” I put a finger to my lips and grinded her to orgasm, “Hannah Bandana is in control.”
“This is fun for real,” Michela’s eyes were full of life for once.
“Michela, you’ve never been so beautiful,” I said before both Kylie and I kissed her.
“Neither have you two,” she responded, “For once I am truly enjoying myself.”
“That’s good,” Kylie grinned before her lips met Michela’s.
“Sounds like this was a good idea,” I contributed before really pushing against their crotches.
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Interlude 115: Cleaning the Prison
May 3, 2013
“Remember your duties,” the prison employee reminded us.
Every steady IV in the prison was invited to partake in a prison cleaning program that would be credited to us as volunteer hours registered with the state. So, they shackled our ankles with leg irons. We would be going outside the concrete walls of the prison facility and into the parking lot and property between that and the 15 foot chain link fence topped with barbed wire. The bad part was that we couldn't talk.
Michela, Mary-Ann, Ashley, and I gladly stepped out of our Pod and out the door with some 10-12 others. Hard to be a steady IV when most of the kids in Pods A-D weren't here long enough to count as a “steady” IV. We got to breathe the freshest air possible and see real trees and even cars! For us girls, it was a genuine reward for our behavior in spite of our seemingly ruined lives.
“Yummy cummy washcloths,” I smiled after snapping the duct tape.
“Mmmmm!” Kylie agreed wholeheartedly.
“Mmmmm,” Michela writhed on the bed in an erotic manner.
“And you’re both all mine,” I kissed them each on their gagged lips, “Does it taste good?”
“No!’ Michela quickly responded.
“Yeth!” Kylie was just as fast.
Poor Kylie had orgasmed something north of 20 times during this evening, and then to force feed it to Michela forced my girlfriend to orgasm. Kylie likewise orgasmed when I fed her Michela’s crotch cloth. Forced carpet, fingering, spanking, tit torture, a little mild breathplay (for Kylie), hair pulling, and tickling had been among the big and well-deserved menu for the evening.
On the day of mine and Kylie's birthday, we'd enjoyed a threesome with Michela on top, hence why I skipped that one because it was a busy evening, but Kylie went home after that. Tonight, my bound and gagged beauties were remaining bound and gagged. The tape crushed their faces so beautifully.
It was time for some heavier kink. The pains and tortures of before had been solely to stimulate an erotic reaction. Now, it was time to explore pain and pleasure. Spanking and tit twisting were going to the top of the menu. It was going to be a long night.
I learned something for real that night: Michela and Kylie could be kinky, with Kylie being super kinky. Everything I did somehow excited or aroused her. For Michela, I wasn't certain what to expect; it was all new to her. She liked nearly everything I did except the breathplay and the already discussed carpet though.
Afterwards, I untied them, and we enjoyed a true nude threesome, and man was that fun! So many things I could say, but… what really mattered was seeing Michela keep up her vitality throughout the night. Never once did she fade up out long term. I was doing something right, or someone in this house was. Michela was regaining her grip on her own spirit, taking it back from the man who tried to destroy her, enough that she could feel safe and comfortable again in her own home.
We were winning.
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Due to the emotional depth of these concluding chapters, the interludes and polls will no longer continue. This part of my story needs to be one continuous chunk.