Lisa called me on a Wednesday with a bit of a problem.
“She’s driving me crazy! Every time I see her she keeps asking me if we’re going to do it. Are we going to get tied up today?”
I had to laugh. Lisa’s friend Carol had only just been introduced to our tie up games and she was obviously anxious to get involved.
“Why don’t we just kidnap her?” I asked. “Get it out of her system.”
“Sounds good to me. But how?”
I thought about it for a moment.
“Why not take her to the mall. Have your mom drop you off, tell her I’ll come pick you up. Just don’t tell Carol I’m picking you up. When you all are finished shopping, we’ll stuff her in the car and abduct her somewhere.”
“She’s been wanting to shop anyway. Her defenses will be down. Where do you want to make the pick up?”
“The back side of the mall, where there isn’t as much traffic. It’ll feel more real to her that way. Bring your handcuffs, and be sure to bring your gun.”
“I will,” Lisa said reassuringly. “This is going to be so much fun. She’s going to freak! Where do you want to take her?”
“Let me talk to Asha. Maybe we can use the storage building again.”
“It’s 100 degrees outside. I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“True…” I thought for a moment. “I guess we’ll have to bring her here. Mom and Dad are working and Todd is gone too. We’ll tie her up in the basement, It’s dank enough for a kidnapper’s lair.”
“Cool!” Lisa said. “Then it’s a date. Come and get us around 3 this afternoon,” she said laughing. Lisa hung up and I returned to my reading. As 2:00 approached, I called Debra.
“We’re kidnapping Carol, are you in?”
“Carol? Sure! Do you want me to be the kidnapper or the rescuer?”
“Rescuer. You still have some of that play money?”
“Sure do. This’ll be fun. Are you going to try to capture me too?”
“Even better,” she said giggling. “It’s been almost a week without anyone tying me up. I think I miss it.” I laughed at that. “Just don’t let us capture you, make it real, this is Carol’s first kidnapping we have to make it fun for her.”
“I will. You’ll have to work for it, sweetie. Where are you keeping her?”
“Now THAT’S cheating. You know I can’t tell you until the ransom call.”
“Very well…” she sounded disappointed. “I’ll phone you when we have her in our clutches.” “Don’t you DARE hurt her, you fiend!” Debra threw in dramatically.
I laughed and hung up.
I called Charlotte next and got the answering machine. I left a general message for her to call back as soon as possible, then dialled up Asha.
“HI!” she said brightly.
“Hello, we’re kidnapping Carol today, are you in?”
Asha laughed for a bit.
“Are you serious?” I gave her the lowdown on Carol pestering Lisa.
She thought for a moment. “Carol? Sure. You want me to rescue her or what?”
“Rescue committee. Definitely. We’re not planning on moving her, so be ready to get captured.”
“I always am.” Asha said.
“Call Debra, she’s on the rescue committee too, you two can make plans together.”
“Debra?! Where’s Charlotte?”
“She’s out, I guess. I left a message. C’mon Give Debra a break, Asha. She can pull off a good rescue every once in a while.”
“Well… this might be her first. You never know.”
“If she gets me hog-tied, she’ll regret it.”
“But you’re in?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said grimly.
“Relax, Asha, you two will do just fine.”
I hung up. The dreaded hour drew nearer and I got my tying up stuff and chose a few items. After I changed into my all-black kidnapper outfit I got my keys and headed toward the car.
It took perhaps twenty minutes to get to the mall from the house considering the traffic and such. I pulled around the back of the building and looked around. I got out a roll of clear packing tape and tore off two strips, sticking them to the dashboard. I got out the special sunglasses that Charlotte had prepared for my abduction at one time. They were cheap and all dark plastic. The lenses were painted in solid black with an indelible ink marker so you couldn’t see through them. It acted just like a blindfold but it wasn’t obvious to the outside world. Neither Carol nor Lisa were around so I decided to drive around once more.
It was almost too perfect. Lisa and Carol came out of the Sears exit, Carol had a pink plastic shopping bag draped over her shoulder. She was looking around confused. Lisa struck with wicked efficiency, pressing her gun into Carol’s side and herding her quickly toward the car. Lisa opened the back door and stuffed Carol inside then climbed in beside her.
“What are you doing?” Carol asked emphatically.
“Shut up!” I warned, “You’re being kidnapped.”
Her annoyance turned to shock and delight. She clapped her hands and hopped up and down for a moment in her glee, giggling. Lisa seized her hands and slapped the cuffs on her.
“Shut her up,” I said, passing Lisa the pieces of tape. Lisa stuffed a pair of panties into her mouth and pressed the tape over Carol’s mouth, sealing it. Just like her blindfold, from a distance it wasn’t obvious she had been gagged. Lisa put the glasses on her and pulled the seat belt up over her arms and clipped it shut, strapping her into her seat. Lisa threw the shopping bag across Carol, covering her cuffed hands and I stepped on the gas. Carol struggled fitfully under the bag and the belt, moaning through her gag. Lisa gripped her by the back of the neck. “Just keep still and you won’t get hurt.” Carol giggled, she was so happy to be in a game at last.
Lisa shook her a bit. “Got it?” Carol took on a somber look under the tape and glasses. She was assuming her role. She nodded.
We drove on quietly and I pulled the car around the back of the house. I got out and together Lisa and I got Carol out of the seat belt and pulled her into the basement. Carol actually let out a few experimental cries through the panty gag.
I dragged an old wooden chair out from under a tarpaulin and Lisa shoved Carol down into the seat. It creaked ominously under her weight, but didn’t give. Carol mumbled under the tape, twisting her hands in the cuff. I tossed Lisa a coil of rope and she started tying Carol to her chair. she made a double loop and dropped it down over her breasts and the chair back. she pulled it tight and brought the ends around her about three times before tying a knot behind her.
I uncuffed Carol’s hands and brought them around behind the back of the chair. I took out another little coil of rope and tied her wrists together, the palms out. Lisa had her feet tied a few moments later. I slowly peeled off the tape gag and extracted the panties. Carol winced and licked her lips.
“What do you want from me?” she asked defiantly.
“Shut up!” Lisa yelled. “We’ll ask the questions here, little girl.”
Carol bit her lip.
“You’re Carol Winthrop right?” I asked.
“Sister to Debra Winthrop the famous actress?”
That seemed to confuse her a bit. Debra?? A light dawned on her.She nodded, trying to suppress a smile.
“Well if she wants you back in one recognizable chunk, she’s going to have to pay big, GREAT BIG!”
Lisa and I laughed our best villain laughs. Carol drew back in terror.
“The cops will make you sorry for this. My sister is so famous they’ll spare no expense to get you!!”
“Shut her up!” I said, sounding annoyed.
Lisa took another pair of panties from her pocked and stuffed Carol’s mouth, slapping a piece of tape in place. Carol grumbled around the gag, twisting back and forth in the ropes.
“You watch her,” I told Lisa. “I’m making the ransom call.”
Lisa nodded sternly and I went upstairs to call Debra. She answered on the third ring.
“Is this Debra Winthrop?” I growled.
“Yes,” she said, trying hard not to sound excited.
“We have your sister Carol. If you want to see her alive again, you’re going to have to pay us 50 thousand dollars…”
“The play money only adds up to 5 thousand.”
Leave it to Debra to kill the mood.
“Who gives a rat’s butt. This is just pretend. It’ll do.”
“Okay. You better not hurt her, her bastards!” she shrilled.
“That’s entirely up to you. Fifty grand for your sister. No tricks, no cops or you’ll get her back in band-aid boxes a piece at a time.”
“Ick!” Debra gasped
I had to giggle at that.
“Where did you come up with that idea?” she asked.
“I read it in a book once, The Solid Gold Kid.”
“Kay.” She dropped back into character. “I want to speak to her. I need to know she’s alright.”
“She’s alright.” I said viciously.
“I WANT to hear her voice!”
I carried the portable phone downstairs with me. Carol was laughing spasmodically through her gag. Lisa turned and looked at me. She was on the floor, she had removed one of Carol’s shoes and as tickling her foot mercilessly. I shook my head. Poor Carol.
“Remove her gag,” I ordered. Lisa got up and took panties out of Carol’s mouth. She was still laughing.
“Carol, it’s your sister on the phone,” I said. That sorta sobered her up
I pressed the phone to her ear. I heard the buzz of Debra’s voice
“Please, Debra, PLEASE give them the money!!” Carol whined piteously. I yanked the phone away from her and Lisa stuffed the gag back in place.
“You bastards. I’ll pay you the money. Just give me back my sister!!”
“We will, just remember the deal. Drop the money off at that little red brick building across town. After we have the cash, we’ll release the girl unharmed.”
“How do I know you won’t trick me?”
“You don’t,” I said with finality and hung up. The game was now truly set in motion….
“Well, either Debra or Asha will be delivering the ransom in the next fifteen minutes or so.”
“Where are they going to make the drop?” Lisa asked.
“Behind that storage building behind Asha’s house.”
“Good, you want to make the pick up or shall I?”
“You can go. I’ll watch little Miss Perfect.”
“Kay. Tickle her feet if she gets out of line she hates that.”
Carol was shaking her head violently, grunting through her gag. She definitely did NOT want to be tickled. I chuckled and stroked my chin thoughtfully, “I’ll consider that.” I said with a sinister grin. Carol muttered something evil at me behind her gag.
“You watch your language, little missy!” I said to her.
“Do you still have your nerf gun, Penny?’
“Yep, that little one, the two shot. It’s on my desk.”
“Good. I’ll need it. They might try to ambush me.”
“Smart thinking. Asha loves to try prisoner exchanges, so she can squirm out of ransoms,” I explained to Carol, who nodded.
Lisa went upstairs to get my gun.
“The ammo is in the second drawer on the left!” I called after her.
“Thank you!” she yelled back.
That was when it happened. I turned my back on Carol for perhaps five seconds to call to Lisa when her hand closed over my mouth. Surprised, I didn’t even think to call out before Carol swept my legs out from under me with her own and she was sitting on my back. The bruising impact knocked the breath out of me. Using the coiled rope we had used to tie her in the chair, Carol began desperately to tie my left hand behind my back.
I twisted and rocked under her, but she locked her knees around my waist, planting her weight firmly on top of me, pinning me to the hard concrete. She grabbed my other hand and began pulling it behind me. I kicked, flailing with my feet, hitting her back more than once, but she scooted forward out of reach.
Despite what was happening, I was laughing. Carol had slipped her ropes and pulling the fastest role-reversal yet. I tried to call Lisa for help, but I heard the outside door close. She had gone. Carol laughed behind me, working on getting both hands tied behind me. She wasn’t tying so much as entangling them. The sound was muffled, she was apparently still gagged.
After getting my hands wound up, she stretched out and reached for something on the floor. in an instant I knew what it was. the handcuffs. I wriggled feverishly under her weight, trying to throw her off. I flipped hard to the right. Carol tumbled onto the ground. I barely managed to get my feet under me before her hand closed over the handcuffs.
I backed away from her. “Oh no you don’t!”
We were circling each other. I pulled my wrists apart in the coiled and tangled mesh of ropes she had made. They were still caught.
“Oh yes I do,” she replied after pulling her gag off.
“Uhhh…. truce?” I said pleadingly.
Carol laughed wickedly, enjoying this to the hilt. She had outsmarted me. I pulled my right hand out of the coils and knots just as she came at me.
We hit the floor pretty hard once more. Fortunately, we landed partially on a pile of mom’s old clothes that dad had neglected to box up. Carol and I wrestled back and forth, she trying to put the cuffs on me, I trying to evade the embrace of inescapable steel.
If I could keep her occupied for a bit longer, Lisa was bound to get back and help recapture her. We rolled back and forth alternately laughing and cursing as we banged into boxes, the tool table, and even the chair to which Carol had formerly been tied. I felt rather than saw the steel ring close around my right wrist. I winced as Carol pulled.
“I give, I give!” I called. Better to surrender than to have Carol dislocate my hand. I rubbed my sore wrist.
“Are you okay?” Carol asked, genuinely concerned.
“Yeah, just go easy on those cuffs. It’s die-cast metal, but good enough.”
“Sorry about that.”
“It’s alright, that was fun. So now what are you going to do with me?”
“What do you think?” she said, grinning malefically.
We got up and I allowed Carol to cuff my hands behind my back. She led me over to the chair and righted it.
“Your throne awaits, your majesty,” she said mockingly. I sat down and draped my arms around the back of the chair. Carol gathered the various pieces of rope we had used to tie her up. She untied and untangled them.
“You look shocked, Penny. Haven’t you ever had someone escape a kidnapping?
“Yeah but never so quickly.”
“You didn’t exactly tie my hands that tight.”
“It’s your first kidnapping. We save the rougher stuff for later.”
“So I was supposed to pretend I was securely tied, even if I wasn’t?”
Carol thought about that. For a moment I thought she might reconsider and let me loose. But she kept untying the last cluster of ropes in her hands.
“Oh well, my bad. Besides, I like this game. Charlette tied me far meaner than you all did. I was kinda expecting more of the same.”
“I’ll remember that next time.”
“I’m sure you will,” she replied smiling. “Shall we begin?”
The first coil of rope went around my waist. She made three loops and tied a fat, complicated knot in front of me. So much for trying to pick that one loose. The second went over my thighs, tying me down in the seat. The knot went over to the side.
“Feet together or apart?” I offered.
“Apart. I want to tie them to the chair legs. Where are the keys to the handcuffs?”
“In the pocket of my jeans. Why ?”
“You’ll see,” she said and started tying my left ankle solidly to the base of the chair leg. She tied the right one in more or less the same way. The knot was heavy and convoluted like the one cinching my waist against the back of the chair.
“Where did you learn to tie knots like that?” I asked.
“Oh, my uncle was a sailor. He used to tie me up too once in a while. He taught me a few knots. He says they are almost unpickable.”
“Great,” I muttered. Carol was proceeding slowly, but surely, tying me in place with care. I was hoping she’d take so long that Lisa would be back and put an end to her foolishness. I pulled experimentally at the cords holding my ankles to the chair legs. Almost no movement.
Carol got up and slid a double loop of rope under my left arm, drew it across my chest, over the bust line and pulled it snug. She tied a knot back there and repeated the same, under both arms, across my chest under the bust line.
“Now I’m going to uncuff your hands from behind you,” she explained. ” I want you to place your hands on the armrests and keep them there.”
“And if I don’t?” I asked imperiously. Instead of answering, she pulled my t-shirt up exposing my tummy and tickled me for five minutes.
“Alright, alright I’ll do it!!!” I screamed.
She fished the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the cuffs. True to my word, I popped the kinks out of my wrist joints then put them on the armrests. She started by tying my elbows to the upper joint of the chair where the armrest meets the back the chair. Even if she wasn’t going to tie my wrists to the armrests (which was unlikely), escape was a very small, fleeting, impossible hope with this tie. Carol tied my wrists to their component armrests, with two complex sailor’s knots tied well back away from wriggling questing fingers.
I pulled here and there. Like my ankles, there was next to no movement, but there wasn’t any harsh pressure pinning me in the ropes either. I was simply not going anywhere.
“Now I need to gag you,” Carol said. She untied the bandanna we had used on her from around her neck.
“Please don’t use that. That’s gross!”
“I don’t have germs,” Carol replied.
“I know, but that’s been in your mouth for such a long time.”
“Alright then I’ll use the packing tape,” she said and grabbed it.
“Wait, I have a whole lot of gagging stuff in a box under my bed. You can use anything there.”
“You all are really into this stuff, aren’t you? Alrighty then.”
Carol ran upstairs to find a suitable gag from my stash of tying stuff. I tugged at the ropes, but they remained immovable. It was like being stuck in glue. The places I was tied simply would not, could not be moved. “Hurry, Lisa, hurry!!” I prayed.
I heard Carol open the door to the basement. I heard another door open. Carol screamed. There was a thump, a bang then a bang-thump. Something was half tumbling half sliding down the stairs. I could hear them laughing.
Carol and lisa’s heads slid into view through the open door leading to where I was tied up. They were wrestling furiously. Lisa strivng to bring her nerf gun to bear, Carol trying in vain keep the weapon from her. Lisa’s first shot went wide, ricochetting off the floor in front of me. One shot left. Lisa bent her wrist at a nearly impossible angle and fired once more clipping Carol lightly in the shoulder. Carol gasped, then sagged, going limp and “unconscious”.
“What the hell happened to you?” we both asked. Lisa explained first. “I walked straight into an ambush. Debra was there with the ransom and Asha came up out of the bushes like she did when we were doing that Mad Doctor game with Charlette. I heard a twig snap and pulled Debra right into Asha’s line of fire. Debra got shot three times and hit the ground. Asha almost tripped over her climbing out of the shrubs.
“I grabbed the briefcase with the money in it and ran. Asha chased me. We’ve been in a running gun battle ever since. She stopped when I reached the door. I ran into the house and found Carol in the hall way. She had a foam rubber ball and duct tape in her hands. I figured she must have gotten the drop on you and we wrestled up there for a moment. then we kinda fell down the stairs. She’s one helluva fighter.”
“I know,” I said grimly. I explained our fight as Lisa tried to pick my knots apart. It was quite impossible it seemed. Carol giggled, still feigning unconsciousness.
“Tell you what Carol. If you untie me, we’ll call off the rest of this game and you can go home the winner. You outsmarted me fair and square.”
“And if I don’t?”
“We’ll tie you up in duct tape, gag you with that foam rubber ball and make you listen to my mom’s country albums all day.”
Carol shuddered . She did it, with no small amount of difficulty herself. Once I was loose, Lisa gave her the ransom money and Carol ran out of the house, anxious to crow about her victory.
In her dreadful castle hidden in a murky ,haunted wood, the fiendish mad doctor toils in her laboratory….
Actually it was just Charlette, dressed in a lab coat and spectacles working over several beakers filled with boiling colored liquids. She cackled madly to herself. No flame was evident, she must have been using dry ice in the beakers. Of more important concern was Lisa’s friend Carol sitting bound, gagged and tied to a chair behind our friend turned mad scientist. Debra, Lisa and I formed the rescue party.
To recap: I was reading in my bedroom when I got a phone call. I picked it up on the fourth ring. It was Lisa, she sounded out of breath.
“Penny could you come over to the house , like right now?”
“Sure, what’s up ?”
“It’s … too difficult to explain over the phone, just get over here fast.”
“Sure thing.” I hung up the phone. I went downstairs, grabbed my keys, got into the car and drove over to Lisa’s house. The door was standing wide open. I had sick feeling in my stomach.
I knocked on the open door and called Lisa.
“In here,” she yelled.
I ran to her bedroom. The room had been rifled. Lisa was lying tied up on the floor with the phone next to her, the receiver was still off the hook bleeping crazily. A cloth gag was draped around her neck.
“What happened?” I asked, even though I knew.
“Charlette, of course. She tied me up and took my silver medallion. I managed to kick the phone off the desk and work the gag loose and call you.”
“Why would she take your medallion?” I asked untying the ropes on her wrists.
“Well my friend Carol had just left when I heard the doorbell ring. It was Charlette all dressed like a scientist. she said she had a new game she wanted us to try. I said fine, then she taps me on the back of the head with a little plastic baseball bat she had behind her back.”
“The old ‘ knocked on the head and unconscious ‘ ploy.” I said.
“Yep. I was kinda annoyed, but I played along. We went to my bedroom and she tied me up and gagged me too. Then she went around trashing my room before she took my medallion. There’s an envelope on the bed, she said it would explain everything.”
I found the envelope and opened it. Inside was a folded paper and a few polaroid snapshots. Lisa took the paper while I looked through the pictures. The first showed the storage building behind Asha’s house. The second was of Charlette as the mad doctor in mid-cackle. I chuckled. What a ham!
“Listen to this,” Lisa said, ‘The mad inventor Charlette Webb has escaped from the mental ward for the criminally insane. The evil doctor Webb was once an employee of the NSA before being fired for overzealous behavior”. Not content to pursue more common sorts of research the insane doctor has instead focused on a so-called super solder catalyst. With this, the fiendish scientist plans to take over the world. The doctor has been seen in this area, possibly combing for a new victim to try the catalyst on.'”
“Lisa, look at this.” I showed her the next picture in the series. It was Carol, being held in the clutches of Asha, who had a hand clamped over the girl’s mouth. Carol looked both amused and a little worried.
Lisa shook her head, “Oh great, she’s kidnapped Carol. Carol’s never played a tie up game before.”
“Well it looks like she’s about to experience her first one.” I said smiling ruefully.
“I better call up Debra and get the posse started, assuming she hasn’t been kidnapped too.”
Debra had managed to avoid Doctor Webb’s clutches and joined us over at Lisa’s house a few minutes later. Lisa got the guns out while we organized the battle plan….
This all leads us back to the scene described earlier. Charlette as the mad Doctor Webb working on the super soldier thingy with Carol tied up in a chair behind her. We were all watching through the front window, at a crouch. Charlette clearly saw us but pretended to not to. She was too busy playing her part, I think. Carol was playing hers as well, acting every bit like a struggling damsel in distress from a old movie. Whenever Charlette got near her she’s draw back in horror, moaning through her gag. charlette continued to cackle madly, pretending to do this or that to Lisa’s necklace.
“If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask.’ Lisa said hotly.
Charlette broke character for a moment, ” Where’s the fun in that ? ” then she returned to the necklace, muttering to herself.
“Well now what Nancy Drew?” Debra asked. I scratched my head for a moment. Charlette was pretending we weren’t around, but Asha was no where to be seen. That had me worried.
“If we go in the back way, will you still pretend not to hear or see us ?” I asked. Charlette paused in her “work” to nod sharply.
We pretended to sneak around the back. The door was unlocked. Lisa opened it and I heard a twig snap. Asha came out of the shrubs in back, dressed in black, nerf gun blazing.
“Stun gun!” she called firing wildly. Debra screamed and ran away. Lisa stood her ground for a fatal split second and got hit in the shoulder. She went down like a sack of potatoes, feigning unconsciousness. I was hit not long after. I staggered, but didn’t fall. Asha shot me again. I went to my knees. She shot me a third time and I collapsed.
“Relax Penny. I’ll send you the Oscar….” Asha quipped,” Hey Doctor!!!”
“Yes??” charlette said after opening the back door.
“I found these girls snooping around your lab. The third one got away though.”
“Excellent!” she chuckled in her throat, ” Help me get these two inside, they’ll make fine test subjects for my super soldier catalyst. Then go after the third one!”
Lisa and I acted like total dead weight so Asha and Charlette really had to work to carry us inside the building. They were alternately mad, then giggling, but they got it done. We were thrown on top of a wooden table on our backs. There was a thin layer of cloth beneath us. Lisa muttered a soft ‘ow’ beside me.
I heard before I felt the duct tape going around my wrists, which were stretched over my head. My feet were taped together next. My wrists were placed in front of me. A broad band of duct tape was stretched over us just above the bust line. Asha or whoever must have wrapped the tape five times around us and the table before tearing it off. She did the same thing below as well.
“Get me another roll, ” Asha said quietly, ” this one is done.” There was a pause before she did the same thing across our bellies, then above and below our knees and across our already bound feet. We were now solidly taped down to that table.
“Give me a hand with this.” charlette said. The foot end of the table jerked upward. What were they doing? There was a pounding underneath us then the foot end of the table dropped to the floor. Lisa shrieked and I opened my eyes in terror.
The ‘table’ we were taped to was actually a wide slab of plywood on top of some sawhorses with a linen table cloth draped over it. With the foot end support removed, it inclined like a mad doctor’s operating table. Asha shored up the other end with weights, boxes and whatever else she could find while the good doctor spoke to us…
“Ah, finally awake are we?” she said rubbing her hands.
“What are you doing to us? “Lisa asked sounding frightened, “Let us go!”
“Nein fraulien!” Charlette shrieked, “You have ..errr.. volunteered to be the subject of a great experiment.”
“Volunteered my butt!” I yelled, Let me out of this!” Lisa and I were wrenching at the tape pinning us to the table, but it was obviously no use.
We started yelling for help.
“Igor! Gag them,” Charlette cried. All Mad doctor’s assistants are named Igor, it’s in the Constitution.
Try as we might, Lisa and I couldn’t avoid the sticky kiss of duct tape being pressed over our mouths to silence us. Appropriately gagged with four strips apiece, we struggled in our bindings in mute protest to our fate.
Asha left to go capture Debra. Charlette returned to working on the soldier catalyst. Carol, who had been watching the whole proceedings from her place tied to a chair motioned for Charlette to remove her gag. Charlette untied the cloth covering her mouth. Charlette gave her some water to drink.
“You guys really take this stuff seriously, don’t you? ”
Lisa and I nodded.
“We do this stuff all the time, ” Charlette said mildly. ” Sometimes there’s a plot. This time we’re playing like an old monster movie. Other times it’s just us playing with ropes and stuff and having fun.”
“Like an escape artist?” Carol asked.
“What do you think? ” Charlette asked.
Carol thought for a moment.
“Well it is kinda fun. When you asked me to play your hostage I didn’t know you were really going to tie me up like this until you got out that box of ropes. I was scared at first, but then it all just helped me to be the part you wanted me to play. It’s cool.”
“So you want to play this some other time ?” Charlette pressed.Carol thought for another moment, “Sure! Do I always have to get tied up?”
“Not all the time. ” Charlette said. “If you create the game you get to do the tying some of the time.”
Gagged, Lisa and I couldn’t tell Carol the absolute truth. If Carol joined the games, she was probably going to spend as much time, if not more, being on the receiving end as we did if Charlette had anything to say about it.
“You mean I get to tie you all up as well?” Carol asked disbelieving. Charlette nodded , we didn’t. It was iffy at best.
“Then I’m definitely in!”
Lisa and I looked at each other. Charlette had recruited another girl for the game of ropes and gags.
Carol happily submitted to the gag once more, and returned to her role as the mad doctor’s prisoner. Time passed with us struggling in our bonds, grunting through our gags, as the doctor worked on her new weapon. Debra and Asha had yet to return.
An hour passed before Debra walked quietly into the building waving a white flag.
“Guys, I hate to be a party pooper, but I can’t think of a way to rescue you. I’m sorry, but can we call this one off for today.”
There were disappointed groans all around. Even Carol looked crestfallen. Asha untied Carol then all of them set to work untying us from the table. I was sore and stiff from lying immobile on that hard table. The game done, we went our separate ways.
Later that night I called Lisa. She answered on the third ring.
“Is Carol still going to play with us?
“Yep. Don’t worry, I set her straight about a few things. She’s not worried, she’s buying her gun tomorrow morning. She kept asking me why I never told her about this.”
“What did you tell her?”
Lisa was silent for a moment.
“I said that I liked having a diversion that was just mine.”