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I am introducing dates here (and adding them to past chapters and possibly to the interludes) so that the timeline is simpler.
Story 4 Chapter 1: Feeling Loved
January 10, 2015
“Hey, hey, Michela, that’s enough, ha ha!” I said as she gag kissed me again.
“Awwwwww,” Michela whined as I stood up.
“So long threesome,” Kylie laughs a little.
“Wow, ummm… interesting,” Mary-Ann Voisin blushes a little.
“Welcome to my abode,” I look with embarrassment toward my sideways mattress.
“So that’s bondage. Not much different from kidnapping.”
“Why, have you been kidnapped?”
Mary-Ann looks away from me as if she had never contemplated that question before. She has a story, and while Michela helps the bicurious Kylie, we sit and talk the time away before it is time to leave to visit the Moreau’s. As she conveys, M.A. has been kidnapped but refuses to say more.
Mary-Ann has told the story so many times that she can tell it without any emotions whatsoever. Her parents are both drunks who regularly neglected her and even went on a vacation without her when she was 11. A neighbor found out and called Child Protection Services to help her. But she hated foster care as well. She ran away many times, often stealing cars even when she was as young as 12. She was in and out of juvie before she begged the judge to send her to juvie until she was an adult.
M.A. (“Ma”) spent two months wandering as a homeless person working odd jobs before she swallowed her pride and moved in with a relation. She rebuilt her life from the ground up by working two full-time jobs and at this time had an apartment for herself. Life was different, but she never saw cause to reach out to her parents. We platonically hug in commiseration of not having anyone to call “Mom and Dad” despite our parents being alive.
In the bedroom, I see a vacant Michela getting screwed by Kylie. I say vacant since there was none of the passion she felt with me, but she was still enjoying herself in a way. I was hers, and she was mine. We really were more like friends with benefits, but we were the friends we needed at this phase of our lives. There was room for others at moments, or so I thought.
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Interlude 21: Mary-Ann Voisin
November 27, 2012
“Welcome,” a strong girl my own height and with dark hair sits next to me.
“Hi,” I say while not enjoying myself, “Who are you, and what did you do?”
“I’m Mary-Ann, Mary-Ann Voisin. Some call me M.A. I’m a regular. FYI, we don’t talk about what we did out loud. It’s against the rules; we code speak it.”
“No whispering!” a guard warns us.
“So, I’m on a GTA, like the video game,” she rolls her eyes, “Ran away from foster care too much and finally asked to stay until I was an adult.”
“I was a pusher and a user.”
“Ah, yeah, Kendra mentioned you. Sorry you two didn't fix yourselves in time.”
“Sorry? Why?”
“Because you're sorry you did it; most are sorry they got caught.”
I didn’t understand why this girl was talking to me, but it seemed here in Pod F was where all the long-term but not too horrible girls went. GTA, small-time selling, and self-defense were normal in this block. She seems numbed to reality and not to look forward to her release in the coming summer. There's no life to have out there for her, and her reading glasses are her best friend and perfectly accompany her curly brunette locks. Her hair is wild yet just the way she likes it, and a purple bandana holds her hair out of her face.
Prisoner JF12070293, F15… Yes, you read that number right. I’m here in 2012, and her number is dated based off her first appearance back in 2007!
It's strange for M.A. as she never has visitors. We're like a big family of sisters to her, and she is always a leader. In basketball and volleyball, she appoints positions. At rec time, she often is the one who picks out the game and assigns someone to go to the commissary. In school, she's the one trying to help everyone else to succeed. When one of us is distressed, she knows what to say or points to the person who knows what to say.
She had it all here: regular meals, attention when needed, friends who cared and about whom she cared, Mrs. Copley, structure, clean clothes and sheets, reliable TV. Prison is not supposed to be a hotel, but she has incredible mental fortitude so that she is not afraid of this coming to an end in a few months. When she stands up straight and tall, there is a sense of pride that can be seen even when she’s in the staid prison face. I see it every day during my march down the grating while each cell files in behind me and Michela since M.A. was F15… until the day she was released. She has her life under control and is ready to fight and struggle even as she leaves behind what is for her the only source of happiness she's ever known. We were actually on the set when M.A. got the call that her old cellmate, F16, LaRyssa Jamison, had died; that was the first I saw her cry.
Sometimes I teasingly called her Maddy because she had the only D cups in the pod, and they had to be natural given that we’re all high schoolers! I love her dearly, and ironically it was she who first pointed me toward a better way of living. Mary-Ann might have not had her first cell phone until she was almost 20 years old, but she had as full or a fuller life than most of us did.
Kylie wasn’t sure if she liked girls or not, so Michela and I invited her to my place for an early threesome as we weren’t expecting M.A. to arrive until lunch time. They had heard of our side jobs, and Steve agreed to give them both a taste of what it was like. I asked M.A. to wait for us for 10 minutes while I went in to recreate the threesome.
A denim mini-skirt, a black bandana headband, and a multi-colored vertically striped button-up shirt with long sleeves are adorning Michela. I’m in my standard white and blue today with white sweatpants, a blue sweatshirt, and a white bandana headband. I’ve got Michela regularly wearing bandanas outside Pod F and dreaming of someday being a Cool Girl too.
Ropes bound Michela in the same manner as one of our scenes. A pair of socks that needs washing is in her mouth, and a bandana cleave gag holds it all in. She is happy since those are my socks in her mouth. I kneel down and stroke her with lust running through my veins, and I feel my heart beating a little faster. Life fills Michela’s eyes.
Kylie was a typical girl in a typical position except that she was wearing gym shorts on what to me was a chilly day. Then again, Michela was in a short denim skirt and hose already since she knew she was doing a scene. Kylie’s blonde hair was wavy and sexy even if I didn't get the “instant wood” feeling with her. Three years time had sucked the joy out of her life.
I kissed Michela on her stuffed cleave gagged lips and then kissed Kylie on her free lips. I knew M.A. is straight, but she allowed this as we had no source of comfort except the fellow girls of Pod F. M.A. and I really had no one at all but the friends from Pod F. We were all nicely enjoying ourselves even if Kylie was more having fun with friends. I was quite absorbed in passion and began grinding Michela.
“Girls! Don't forget about lunch,” Mary-Ann kindly reminded us.
“Whoops! Let's go!” I snapped out of it and gave Michela one last kiss on the lips.
“Mmmmmmm!” that was the kiss that set Michela over the edge though.
“Nice timing. I had fun,” Kylie got up.
“Ummm… wow… she really does have a thing for you,” Mary-Ann blushed.
“Yeah… we love each other in many ways,” I kindly start untying my girlfriend.
M.A. works two jobs, as I said. One is being a cashier at my local Wal-Mart, and one is at the UPS center as a truck loader. I always time my trips to the store so that I get her checkout line, so no one knows my suffering better than she does. Finding time for her friends is not easy, and I often take her home from work because she didn't have a car at the time. She and Michela were the only girls I ever saw pray, and I understood Michela brought her to church with her. We all had our struggles… and our own outlets.
Kylie is in school with me, also just following the general liberal arts track. We have classes in common this upcoming semester. She has it easy like I do because she, too, got her record expunged upon reaching adulthood. Hard to think I have it easy in any regard, but I am not saddled with a permanent criminal record like M.A. and Michela.
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Interlude 22: Kylie Svensson
November 27, 2012
Kylie Svensson, my birthday twin, was a nuisance to some folks. She got straight A’s, was gorgeous with her wavy blonde locks, and had ample humility. It all dissolved in 2011 when she was arrested and eventually sentenced to 36 months in here. Just like that, a nerd who seemed destined for the life of an intelligent doctor, teacher, or other educated field was a convict and a felon. Something in her blue eyes was lost the day she was arrested: her innocence. She frequently takes off her glasses when she wants to say something cheeky.
Prisoner JF05110132, F7
“What brought you home to Mudville from dear Elko?” I asked her my third night.
“A felony, what do you think? At least my parents believe me when I tell the truth.”
“Someone's sore, but I’m not pushing,” I wished the badge said the charges.
“Are you visiting or staying?” she seems too friendly and takes off her spectacles.
“I’ll be staying after my court date, for sure,” I sigh, “I blew it. Big time.”
“Svensson, you are a goody two shoes,” Kendra groans as she listens to us.
“We're two wheels of the same cog,” I motion to Kendra for Kylie, “I was late to the party.”
“Supply,” Kylie swings an arm toward me, and then the other toward Kendra, “and demand, as shown by Kendra’s deviated septum.”
Kendra grows red faced with embarrassment in the true adorable Kristensen way. The cheerful and ever innocent (yes, I mean to contradict myself) Kylie smiles and leans back with her hands folded across her chest. Orange jumpsuits obscure a girl’s figure, but, man, she's a hottie when she's smiling. I finally got my chance to test the waters a few days later when only she and I took a shower between classes and used adjoining stalls.
November 30, 2012
“Nice Cs there,” I say to her quietly before we turn on the water.
“Thanks,” she blushed and looked down at herself, “No one here's ever said that before.”
“You have depression issues, don't you?”
“How can you tell?” a little panic set in.
“I noticed that every morning the guards bring you pills,” I explained.
“You're observant. I spend a lot of time with counselors, often by request. No more talking.”
Spent a lot of time? I think I said something that day because she took a big gulp and seemed disturbed that entire shower. That night, she quietly whispered to the guard and was led away from Pod F before going back to being a I for a week. Maybe she was actually thinking about hurting herself right then and there? I don't know, but the next time and final time Kylie was up to II she quietly thanked me but didn't say why she was thanking me.
“You girls into all that gangster look or something?” Kylie teases us for our bandanas.
“I like them,” I admit, “My old friends, the good ones, the Cool Girls’ Club, two of the girls wore them for years before we started the Club, and we originally started the Club with each member being assigned a color to wear during official meetings.”
“Sounds cute and fun,” Mary-Ann laughed a little, “Well, you know, you two girls were among the only ones besides me who were there long enough and maintained a III+ long enough to be allowed to wear them.”
“Sounds smoking hot if the girls are as pretty as you two,” Kylie squirmed a little.
“I’d screw any of you hotties,” Michela was candid, “But Hannah’s my only love.”
“I,” I blush as that's the first time Michela's said such a thing, “I love you, too.”
Mary-Ann and I couldn't pay for our own lunch; we were too poor. Kylie paid for her own, and Michela kindly covered herself and us paupers. In the car, I volunteered to be the first one to get tied up so that Mary-Ann and Kylie, who had already done the questionnaires, could familiarize themselves with the place and what was happening herein.
Michela held onto my arm as we descended the staircase. It felt good to know I was a source of strength to her in a confusing period of her life. She'd hit the reset button on living and was struggling to find herself. She knew she had something special in me, though. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I made her a promise.
“When I tie you up, my bandana is going in your mouth, and yours is the OTM gag.”
“I,” she pushed me against the walk in a gentle way, and lust filled her eyes, “Would love that.”
“Mmmmmm,” our lips met in a sensual way.
“When we’re in my house with my family is the only time I feel fully human anymore.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, “You’ve been robbed of so much.”
“I’ll never get it back, but at least there’s you.”
“Break it up!” Mary-Ann teased us as she entered the stairwell.
“Oops,” I ignored her momentarily while focusing on Michela.
“The boss asked for heels and a skirt from each of us, OK?” Kylie smiled lustfully and got close.
“Oh, all right,” I said, and Michela and I both kissed her on the cheeks before we broke it up.
Kylie ironically naturally gravitated toward the same striped sweater Kendra wore during our last shoot, but she instead picked out a red mini-skirt made of a solid fabric and red high heels as well. I held her to the same promise that I held Kendra: wear it once and have to wear it again at some future shoot. With a smile, Kylie agreed.
“Just don’t smile too much. I have found that the more a girl smiles the meaner Hannah tends to be when she ties them up,” Michela warned her.
“Oh, that’s silly!” Kylie laughed.
“I never noticed. I think she’s right!” I blushed a little.
Mary-Ann seemed a bit unsure of what to wear. Her experience with bondage had been limited to several arrests, a kidnapping of unknown details, and what she had witnessed through me. I held up a vertically striped purple vest shirt and a short skirt near her and handed the outfit to her; M.A. took it with a smile of confidence. Some open white heels and pantyhose completed the outfit. In a matter of moments, she was dressed with her wild hair held up by a scrunchie.
For myself, I chose a blue short sleeve blouse that snapped up from the tits to the neck area. A pink plaid skirt gave me a naughty school girl vibe, and blue socks and white heels rounded it out quite nicely. I stood up and clasped my hands together behind me in typical prison fashion. Only now did I realize that we all were doing it… all four of us… and that M.A. had done it every chance they had. We all stood straight and tall.
“We aren't former inmates; we're survivors!” I said positively.
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Interlude 23: Kendra Kristensen
November 26, 2012
“Why the f-ck do you girls like this sh-t?!” I asked as I reacted to the powerful drug.
“Haha! It's not for everyone,” Kendra laughed and handed me the money.
“Here you go. Damn, your pockets are deep,” I handed Kendra a baggie.
“I have a steady source,” she said coldly, “My friends and I will have a good time.”
“Blowing out your brains, I think. Now I have to get through my day like this.”
“Hey, just cut your next class, Larsson, and you’ll be fine.”
I was just glad to have that off me. Cocaine is an awful thing, and I couldn't believe she was going to carry that the rest of her school day. She wasn't really, though, as someone else noticed the baggie in her backpack, and afternoon World History turned into a crime scene with Kendra Kristensen being taken off to the Mudville Juvenile Detention Center. Shortly after, it’s my turn.
Prisoner JF11120286, F7
“Hey, Larsson,” Kendra joined some of us one beautiful spring night.
“Look! A shooting start! Make a wish!” I said pointing up to the night sky.
You see, there was a walled-in rectangle of grass that we, with permission, could enjoy as long as the weather was within certain parameters (no snow and ice, for one, because ice is a weapon). The guard would unlock the door and let us out into it, so perhaps it was more like a psychiatric ward than a prison in that regard.
“Just think, over that wall,” I pointed, “Just a half of a mile away, is the Mudville High School sports complex.”
“So that’s why I can hear cheering and see a glow at times,” Michela smiled.
“The orange looked better on you, Larsson,” Kendra hid from the topic.
“But the lavender looks better on you and Michela.”
“Thank you!” the oblivious Michela responded.
“I wish to one day finally experience true love like wives, mothers, and children feel.”
“If you say it out loud,” I reminded her, “It doesn't come true.”
“I'm saying it out loud so we'll remember this night if it does come true.”
“Oh, aren't we so cute?!” Kylie asked us all.
“Maddy, Kylie, you need stage names,” I added.
“Fine. I’m Maddy then,” Mary-Ann responded quite snarkily.
“Then I’ll be Mary-Ann!” Kylie joked.
“Please, don't. It’ll confuse me,” Michela turned to them.
“OK… Star Blue! Since I have blue-gray eyes.”
Beautiful blue-gray eyes were they. Her eyes were mesmerizing, and I peered into them and thought some fairly adventurous things, maybe dirty things. Oh, yes, Michela and I had another f-ck buddy in this mutual friend even if there was no romance involved. Kylie was officially aboard the bisexual train, but she was really just sexual and willing to do nearly anything just for that feeling of sexual arousal and orgasm.
Kylie and Mary-Ann watched with curiosity while Michela tied me up. Chemistry of the kind I had with everyone resulted in scenes where I either did the tying or was tied by one of them. Brianna was never allowed to tie up people outside Girls Gone Wild while I have only been here a few times total and had all the privileges and trust that Kristine had.
In typical fashion, my wrists and elbows were tied behind my back, and Michela was careful not to be as tight as she was the last time. My legs got roped in the usual way with three on the lower legs and one above the knees. Michela enjoyed binding me as evidenced by the way she bounced up when she finished tying my legs. When tying the harness, of course Michela stole a squeeze of my tits, and Steve handed her a blue ball gag.
It was time to struggle as the lights were set up and ready to go. Michela stood out of the way and blew me a kiss as Steve began taking photos of me. It was a basic sitting struggle with me on a wooden chair in typical fashion. I groaned like I usually did, and I noticed that the ball started getting wet like Michela’s had during the last scene. Oh, how exciting it was for me, but it was arousing for my girlfriend.
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Which awaits Hannah?
(A) Breast exposure
(B) Vibration
(C) Hair pulling