Road Trip (F/F, F+/F, F/F+) - Chapter 42 (Story Complete)
Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2023 12:01 pm
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CHAPTER 1
Lauren Krzyczynski has a perfect figure for bondage: beautiful long almost jet black hair, a strong frame, a little extra in the checks, a tight butt, chocolate brown eyes with infinite depth, a complexion that betrays her mixed English-Spanish-Seminole ancestry, and muscular legs. That last part is because Lauren was always the starting catcher on her softball teams through high school and undergraduate. There are 5 or 6 small scars on Lauren’s face, especially on the forehead and cheek protrusions, from being hit by bats and balls. Accompanying that softball figure is a lightning reflex that makes kidnapping her an absolute pleasure for others.
She was busy this morning between making some brownies and getting ready for a road trip. That involved spending time in the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom, and the living room. While waiting for her brownies to finish, a wail pierced the air.
"Coming, Andrew!" Lauren called back.
This adventure had been as fun and stressful as she imagined it would be; the worst part was the nine month period of no sex and no TUGs, though. She got past the other problems like a warrior, but being unable to play your favorite game is hard to accept. She cheated things in little ways like being handcuffed for 30 minutes a few times, tying up willing victims, getting blowjobs, and so forth, but she never got to play with her husband in the way they loved.
Lauren is what you call devoted. She would lay her life down for her loved ones if need be, and she called herself the “most inappropriate rosary warrior you ever did meet” on account of some of her actions. In contrast to her little sister and her husband, Lauren struggled much more to follow the day-to-day matters of the Roman Catholic faith she had been only nominally raised in.
She loves to talk to people though, especially about the siblings, husband, and friends she loves more than herself. Face-to-face, it’s always tough love, sharp words, and unsolicited advice from Lauren, but behind your back she sings praises. Combined with an intimate knowledge of her own limitations, she made a stellar softball catcher in college, and she continued as a coach for her alma mater, the fictional Minnesota Tech.
Lauren unbuttoned her shirt to breastfeed baby; a strong believer in the merit of breastfeeding, she continued to do this even as Andrew approached his first birthday. While Andrew took his time, Lauren looked at the well-stuffed medium duffle (with its many compartments) that sat on one of the four chairs around her dining table. There was a section with wraps, one for rope, another for gags, and so forth. Each compartment was packed perfectly in Lauren’s way so she could find anything she wanted at will, and no one dared rearrange the bag. Among the gags were the ball gag and ring gag she looked forward to using to humiliate her friends on their upcoming vacation. TUGs were precious to Lauren as the thing she shared with the people who meant the most to her in the world.
If you asked Lauren to describe herself, the words she’d use would probably be quite superficial. Even after graduation, she had continued living, along with Zack and baby Andrew, in the college town of St. Croix Falls, MN, just on the other side of the river from its Wisconsin counterpart.
In the RV, Janie's eyes sort of glazed over as soon as they left his parents’ house, and she said nothing more for a long time. She wanted to rejoice to see Lauren, Zack, and Andrew. It wasn't her fault that Borderline personality disorder (BPD) was awful and, some days, made her feel lethargic, but her prescription medications kept her out of trouble. She looked at Ken and smiled before falling asleep.
Janie, two inches taller, but nearly identical in appearance to Lauren. Bubbly and sometimes immature, Janie could bounce with energy and drown her loved one with affection. She had finished her B.S. in three years, at the age of 19, with a 4.0 GPA all while setting conference softball records at the same time, but she downplayed her achievements so much that people who knew her got mad at her. Even as an adult, Janie maintained a childlike wonder of the world and adoration for her siblings and friends while also maturing enough to be a wife and to make the commitment to buying hers and Ken’s first home.
The blue Janie wore almost seemed reflective of her blue mood, but she hadn't planned it that way on this occasion. She had blue sneakers, a blue-and-black flannel long-sleeve button-up, a blue bandana headband (the flower exactly centered above her nose), and a blue scrunchie holding her braid. Her blue jeans, however, were a pale color and had rips in knees from real wear and tear that she didn’t mind at all.
Moments like this were the worst for Ken because his wife's pain hurt him as well. She was a wonderful soul under it all, but she had the scars of a difficult life coupled with her condition. There just were days like today where she only wanted to sit in silence and days where she could jump over a house, but regardless of the mood the same heart of gold spread its love to others.
"Janie, we're here," Ken woke her up from her nap.
"We are?" she asked sleepily.
"Yeah,we are," he smiled, “I thought we should stop at Lauren’s.”
"Lauren's?! Oh, thank you, Ken!" she sprang to life anew and bounded out of the vehicle to ring the doorbell, "Lauren! Lauren!"
Lauren herself almost jumped up when she heard Janie's voice. It had been months since they had last seen each other, and she missed having her spry younger counterpart around. She put Andrew in his playpen and hurried to the door to open it. Sure enough, there was an excited girl out there.
"Sis!" Janie picked up Lauren in one of her gigantic hugs, "I missed you so much!"
"Janie, I missed you too!" Lauren said as she returned the embrace.
“I love you to the moon and back!”
“Try as I might, I’ll never outlove you! Come see baby!”
Their shared facial appearance is so striking that those who do not know them intimately can easily get them confused at a distance. Janie’s grip on Lauren continued in a very special way until Janie pulled back. She was still exhausted and a bit subdued, but all her sadness washed away in the embrace.
There was much chattering between the duo who were much closer than the difference in their ages indicated. Lauren welcomed both Janie and Ken into the living room and had them take a seat on the sofa while she went to answer her kitchen timer. Sure enough, the dark chocolate brownies with white chocolate chips were done to perfection.
"That smell," Janie asked with a sparkle in her eyes.
"Only the best for you!" Lauren replied as she removed the brownies from the oven.
"God made us for each other," Janie smiled and squirmed a little.
“She started off so mopey this morning; now look at her,” Ken rubbed her back.
“This is Janie! You really think she didn’t tell me?” Lauren winked at her guest.
“I know who loves me,” the smile grew, and Janie leaned her head on Ken’s shoulder, "May I take a nap while the brownies cool? Sleep off the sluggishness.”
"Sure thing, but do so at your own risk," Lauren said while rolling her eyes playfully.
Janie knew what that threat meant, but she wasn’t worried. She was so happy she just knew that a good nap would push her to a much better mood. She didn’t want to be mopey giggly Janie; Lauren deserved bouncy happy Janie! She wasn’t smiling, but it was a calm and contented sleep.
Thoughts of various vacation possibilities ran through her mind during her slumber. The plan was for Lauren and Zack, baby sister Janie and her husband Ken, and their friend Nichole and her husband Chris, to pile into the RV for a journey to north of Sheboygan, Wisconsin, to the cabin that Chris’s parents owned there. The RV ensured adequate sleeping quarters as the small cabin only had one bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, and two small recliners.
Zack soon walked in the door with something in particular: lunch. Zack Krzyczynski was a bit embarrassed to be shorter than his sister-in-law even if by one inch. He was the reasonable part of the beautiful Lauren-Zack pair, the one who knew his limits and when to ask for help. When his mouth opened, you listened because it was usually going to be funny or snarky. He had an undying love for Lauren that just few with time.
“Who’s helping me? Zack as my husband or Ken as Janie’s husband?” Lauren looked at both.
“Me!” Zack raised his hand quickly, “I’m a cold motherf-cker.”
“The proof is cooing in the playpen,” Ken zinged him back.
Lauren grabbed her duffle and motioned for Zack to follow her quietly into the bedroom. There, Janie lay upon the bed sleeping peacefully on her stomach like a toddler, complete with a wide smile on her face and her arms by her side. With a quiet motion, Lauren explained that she wanted Zack to bind her legs.
This was Janie, so Lauren didn’t cut any corners; her baby sister deserved her very best. In that mindset, Lauren started by cranking Janie’s elbows to touching behind her back while Zack was similar to the victim’s ankles.
In her sleep, Janie started to feel trapped. Something was imprisoning her. It wasn’t mental; it was a physical trap! She was being tied up by Lauren and Ken! Her thigh and wrist bonds were being knotted off when she arose.
"Heyyyyyy!" Janie tried to roll away and almost instinctively laughed.
Janie kept laughing and fighting, but she was already too far in trouble. Lauren bound her breasts while Ken tied rope around her knees. A nap had turned into a simple kidnapping, it appeared. Janie was captive at the hands of two people she knew cared about her. After a brief delay, the husband and wife kidnapping duo hoisted her up with ease and carried her to the dining table and sat her on a chair.
“Wendy’s!” Janie smiled when she saw the food on the table.
“I guess I’ll just have to feed you!”
One of Lauren’s favorite ways of showing Janie she loved her was keeping her prisoner for 24 hours (with breaks) and doting on Janie. Lauren sat next to Janie and helped her eat her burger and fries while also eating her own. Ken couldn’t resist capturing a bit of the moment for his sisters and the club as a whole.
Of course, the meal ended with Janie being hand fed one of the brownies that Lauren had made just for her little sister. These had always been her favorite treat, and she never knew what gave Lauren the idea to make them in the first place. Regardless of origin, they were delicious then and now!
"Now, we'll go and see Nichole for a little bit before mass," Ken said.
"Wait! Why?" Janie wanted an explanation before agreeing to that.
“So Chris and I can finish getting things ready for tomorrow!”
“Oh, all right! I like where this is going!”
The smile was back to stay! And it was going to stay for the rest of this trip!
CHAPTER 1
Lauren Krzyczynski has a perfect figure for bondage: beautiful long almost jet black hair, a strong frame, a little extra in the checks, a tight butt, chocolate brown eyes with infinite depth, a complexion that betrays her mixed English-Spanish-Seminole ancestry, and muscular legs. That last part is because Lauren was always the starting catcher on her softball teams through high school and undergraduate. There are 5 or 6 small scars on Lauren’s face, especially on the forehead and cheek protrusions, from being hit by bats and balls. Accompanying that softball figure is a lightning reflex that makes kidnapping her an absolute pleasure for others.
She was busy this morning between making some brownies and getting ready for a road trip. That involved spending time in the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom, and the living room. While waiting for her brownies to finish, a wail pierced the air.
"Coming, Andrew!" Lauren called back.
This adventure had been as fun and stressful as she imagined it would be; the worst part was the nine month period of no sex and no TUGs, though. She got past the other problems like a warrior, but being unable to play your favorite game is hard to accept. She cheated things in little ways like being handcuffed for 30 minutes a few times, tying up willing victims, getting blowjobs, and so forth, but she never got to play with her husband in the way they loved.
Lauren is what you call devoted. She would lay her life down for her loved ones if need be, and she called herself the “most inappropriate rosary warrior you ever did meet” on account of some of her actions. In contrast to her little sister and her husband, Lauren struggled much more to follow the day-to-day matters of the Roman Catholic faith she had been only nominally raised in.
She loves to talk to people though, especially about the siblings, husband, and friends she loves more than herself. Face-to-face, it’s always tough love, sharp words, and unsolicited advice from Lauren, but behind your back she sings praises. Combined with an intimate knowledge of her own limitations, she made a stellar softball catcher in college, and she continued as a coach for her alma mater, the fictional Minnesota Tech.
Lauren unbuttoned her shirt to breastfeed baby; a strong believer in the merit of breastfeeding, she continued to do this even as Andrew approached his first birthday. While Andrew took his time, Lauren looked at the well-stuffed medium duffle (with its many compartments) that sat on one of the four chairs around her dining table. There was a section with wraps, one for rope, another for gags, and so forth. Each compartment was packed perfectly in Lauren’s way so she could find anything she wanted at will, and no one dared rearrange the bag. Among the gags were the ball gag and ring gag she looked forward to using to humiliate her friends on their upcoming vacation. TUGs were precious to Lauren as the thing she shared with the people who meant the most to her in the world.
If you asked Lauren to describe herself, the words she’d use would probably be quite superficial. Even after graduation, she had continued living, along with Zack and baby Andrew, in the college town of St. Croix Falls, MN, just on the other side of the river from its Wisconsin counterpart.
In the RV, Janie's eyes sort of glazed over as soon as they left his parents’ house, and she said nothing more for a long time. She wanted to rejoice to see Lauren, Zack, and Andrew. It wasn't her fault that Borderline personality disorder (BPD) was awful and, some days, made her feel lethargic, but her prescription medications kept her out of trouble. She looked at Ken and smiled before falling asleep.
Janie, two inches taller, but nearly identical in appearance to Lauren. Bubbly and sometimes immature, Janie could bounce with energy and drown her loved one with affection. She had finished her B.S. in three years, at the age of 19, with a 4.0 GPA all while setting conference softball records at the same time, but she downplayed her achievements so much that people who knew her got mad at her. Even as an adult, Janie maintained a childlike wonder of the world and adoration for her siblings and friends while also maturing enough to be a wife and to make the commitment to buying hers and Ken’s first home.
The blue Janie wore almost seemed reflective of her blue mood, but she hadn't planned it that way on this occasion. She had blue sneakers, a blue-and-black flannel long-sleeve button-up, a blue bandana headband (the flower exactly centered above her nose), and a blue scrunchie holding her braid. Her blue jeans, however, were a pale color and had rips in knees from real wear and tear that she didn’t mind at all.
Moments like this were the worst for Ken because his wife's pain hurt him as well. She was a wonderful soul under it all, but she had the scars of a difficult life coupled with her condition. There just were days like today where she only wanted to sit in silence and days where she could jump over a house, but regardless of the mood the same heart of gold spread its love to others.
"Janie, we're here," Ken woke her up from her nap.
"We are?" she asked sleepily.
"Yeah,we are," he smiled, “I thought we should stop at Lauren’s.”
"Lauren's?! Oh, thank you, Ken!" she sprang to life anew and bounded out of the vehicle to ring the doorbell, "Lauren! Lauren!"
Lauren herself almost jumped up when she heard Janie's voice. It had been months since they had last seen each other, and she missed having her spry younger counterpart around. She put Andrew in his playpen and hurried to the door to open it. Sure enough, there was an excited girl out there.
"Sis!" Janie picked up Lauren in one of her gigantic hugs, "I missed you so much!"
"Janie, I missed you too!" Lauren said as she returned the embrace.
“I love you to the moon and back!”
“Try as I might, I’ll never outlove you! Come see baby!”
Their shared facial appearance is so striking that those who do not know them intimately can easily get them confused at a distance. Janie’s grip on Lauren continued in a very special way until Janie pulled back. She was still exhausted and a bit subdued, but all her sadness washed away in the embrace.
There was much chattering between the duo who were much closer than the difference in their ages indicated. Lauren welcomed both Janie and Ken into the living room and had them take a seat on the sofa while she went to answer her kitchen timer. Sure enough, the dark chocolate brownies with white chocolate chips were done to perfection.
"That smell," Janie asked with a sparkle in her eyes.
"Only the best for you!" Lauren replied as she removed the brownies from the oven.
"God made us for each other," Janie smiled and squirmed a little.
“She started off so mopey this morning; now look at her,” Ken rubbed her back.
“This is Janie! You really think she didn’t tell me?” Lauren winked at her guest.
“I know who loves me,” the smile grew, and Janie leaned her head on Ken’s shoulder, "May I take a nap while the brownies cool? Sleep off the sluggishness.”
"Sure thing, but do so at your own risk," Lauren said while rolling her eyes playfully.
Janie knew what that threat meant, but she wasn’t worried. She was so happy she just knew that a good nap would push her to a much better mood. She didn’t want to be mopey giggly Janie; Lauren deserved bouncy happy Janie! She wasn’t smiling, but it was a calm and contented sleep.
Thoughts of various vacation possibilities ran through her mind during her slumber. The plan was for Lauren and Zack, baby sister Janie and her husband Ken, and their friend Nichole and her husband Chris, to pile into the RV for a journey to north of Sheboygan, Wisconsin, to the cabin that Chris’s parents owned there. The RV ensured adequate sleeping quarters as the small cabin only had one bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, and two small recliners.
Zack soon walked in the door with something in particular: lunch. Zack Krzyczynski was a bit embarrassed to be shorter than his sister-in-law even if by one inch. He was the reasonable part of the beautiful Lauren-Zack pair, the one who knew his limits and when to ask for help. When his mouth opened, you listened because it was usually going to be funny or snarky. He had an undying love for Lauren that just few with time.
“Who’s helping me? Zack as my husband or Ken as Janie’s husband?” Lauren looked at both.
“Me!” Zack raised his hand quickly, “I’m a cold motherf-cker.”
“The proof is cooing in the playpen,” Ken zinged him back.
Lauren grabbed her duffle and motioned for Zack to follow her quietly into the bedroom. There, Janie lay upon the bed sleeping peacefully on her stomach like a toddler, complete with a wide smile on her face and her arms by her side. With a quiet motion, Lauren explained that she wanted Zack to bind her legs.
This was Janie, so Lauren didn’t cut any corners; her baby sister deserved her very best. In that mindset, Lauren started by cranking Janie’s elbows to touching behind her back while Zack was similar to the victim’s ankles.
In her sleep, Janie started to feel trapped. Something was imprisoning her. It wasn’t mental; it was a physical trap! She was being tied up by Lauren and Ken! Her thigh and wrist bonds were being knotted off when she arose.
"Heyyyyyy!" Janie tried to roll away and almost instinctively laughed.
Janie kept laughing and fighting, but she was already too far in trouble. Lauren bound her breasts while Ken tied rope around her knees. A nap had turned into a simple kidnapping, it appeared. Janie was captive at the hands of two people she knew cared about her. After a brief delay, the husband and wife kidnapping duo hoisted her up with ease and carried her to the dining table and sat her on a chair.
“Wendy’s!” Janie smiled when she saw the food on the table.
“I guess I’ll just have to feed you!”
One of Lauren’s favorite ways of showing Janie she loved her was keeping her prisoner for 24 hours (with breaks) and doting on Janie. Lauren sat next to Janie and helped her eat her burger and fries while also eating her own. Ken couldn’t resist capturing a bit of the moment for his sisters and the club as a whole.
Of course, the meal ended with Janie being hand fed one of the brownies that Lauren had made just for her little sister. These had always been her favorite treat, and she never knew what gave Lauren the idea to make them in the first place. Regardless of origin, they were delicious then and now!
"Now, we'll go and see Nichole for a little bit before mass," Ken said.
"Wait! Why?" Janie wanted an explanation before agreeing to that.
“So Chris and I can finish getting things ready for tomorrow!”
“Oh, all right! I like where this is going!”
The smile was back to stay! And it was going to stay for the rest of this trip!