Castle Bond


Part One

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The car finally braked to a stop. “Yay,” My younger sister Jocasta exclaimed as she opened the door on her side. “Just about time to stretch my numb legs and arms.”

“You better stretch well,” my younger brother and the youngest in the family remarked. “It’ll be your last stretch for a long time…ow!” Jo pinched his arm.

“Stop it you two, this is a holiday, can’t you keep the quarrels away?” My Mother remarked.

Both my siblings glared at each other turned their backs as they helped pull out their luggage. A sudden breeze swept through the carpark and I furiously rubbed my bare arms and legs.

“Told you to dress warmly,” Mum remarked. Hey, this was suppose to be a holiday away from the dreary British winter, not one where the weather was still cold, I thought. Not replying, I yanked out my suitcase and followed my family towards the sign saying ‘Mandatory Registration Centre’. It was a short queue and next to us was a burly man in uniform. The whole place looked like that of an immigration centre.

“Ladies to the side,” he barked in a thick accent. “All ladies to the side, hands on your head.”

With our bags left with the men, we did as we were told. Nearly half an hour later, dad motioned us to a side room and simply said, “Ok, it’s time. Assume the position.” We each turned around and place our hands behind us. As soon as I did, I felt soft nylon rope draw them together and in just over a few minutes, my hands were bound behind my back. “Open wide,” I heard my brother say and as soon as I did, a thick cloth was inserted between my teeth and secured behind my back.

Ok, I’ll have to explain. This is not some weirdo family or punishment for us siblings. Rather it’s a family vacation to a mystery castle called Castle Bond in a small landlocked country in Europe near the Alps. The whole castle was built in the 16th Century and today it is a famous holiday resort with a twist: All female and only female guests must be restrained and gagged while in the castle. This dates back to the history of the castle where women staged an unsuccessful rebellion against the king and were bound and gagged as a punishment for months after. The owners of this castle, the Bond family, latched on to the history and visitors across the many decades accepted the idea. My family, well particularly my sisters, use to play lots of tie up games with the boys my eldest sister knew. My parents, well, seemed to also partake in this sort of activity. My youngest brother was only just introduced to TUGs when our parents caught us in the act. Instead of punishments, they admitted to us that they to played TUGs when they first met. A quick Google search revealed this place so it seemed perfect for all of us.

I tried to balance myself but it wasn’t easy, wearing heeled boots. “Ok,” my father announced as he secured the knot behind my mother’s head–all three of us were bound and gagged in the same fashion. “Jon, grab their bags. Let’s go, the main meeting will start soon.” My brother gave a slight remark that we over packed but dragged both our bags. Outside, other families and couples were streaming out of the centre. All ladies and girls were definitely bound and gagged in various ways with different accessories. All of them were in the company of some male or young boy. Dad had pre-registered in in advance and luckily for us there was a lift; I didn’t fancy using the steps in my condition. The room or rather suite we were allocated was huge, well, my family is huge. I’ve three other older sisters who would only be joining us tomorrow. That’s Avena, 25, Imogen, 29 and Sayle, 31, the oldest and the only sister married–she would be joining us with her husband, Martyn. Jo is 20, I’m 22, Jon just turned 18.

“Ok, we don’t have time to fully unpack now.” He reached over and undid my bonds. “You may just want to wash your hands and change your footwear.” I brought my hands to my gag but he waved. “No, your gag stays on, remember our agreement.” Ok, another explanation: Castle rules state that all women must be bound and gagged when outside, unless they have medical issues. But inside the rooms it is optional. Since our family has played TUGs, dad ruled that we would still be bound and gagged while inside our guest room. I head to my allocated bed and unzipped my bag, exchanging my boots for dark tights and sensible flat heeled shoes. After a quick handwash, I was back in the main common area to see my brother retying my sister. “Hands, Freyja,” Jon said. I’m sure you’re enjoying this, I thought as he tied my wrists again with the same rope. That was not the end as I saw both them pull up black cloths from the packets they were given.

“Whmmm?” I queried.

“They said all girls have to be blindfolded for the introductory meeting,” Dad explained and both men applied the blindfolds. They looked like ordinary black cloth but boy it immediately blocked out my vision. Unable to speak properly, move my hands or see, I was at the mercy of my brother as he guided both me and my sister back down. It was short walked through a corridor and my ears heard the noise of more individuals. Next, I felt hard surface as I was helped down on a chair. That was far from the end as I felt my ankles bound and more rope secured me to a chair. Then, someone tested a microphone and I heard a voice boom. “Ladies and gentlmen, welcome to Castle Bond….” The next two hours was an introductory speech about the castle and the main rules and regulations. Usually, I would rather read the powerpoint presentation or slides on the screen but without proper sight, I was forced to listen instead. “Ladies and gentlemen, please remember to sign up for the sessions tomorrow. We understand many of you have prior experience, but it is still compulsory to attend. With that, I wish you all an enjoyable stay.” Finally, we were released and soon back in our guest room. Since we all wanted to shower, it was bonds, blindfolds and gags off which was a welcome relief.

But soon enough, it was dinner and that was down at the restaurant below. I sauntered over to the partitioned side of of the room and looked at my suitcase. I picked out another strapped dress–I arrived in one–but this time added a thick cardigan, pulling on some black tights on wore the same shoes. I wasn’t about to wear heels for my first day. “You look stunning sis,” my brother commented as he yanked my hands behind me. “Mmmmm…ph,” I grunted at his comment and the tightening of the new ropes around my wrists. Another one of rope ropes went around my waist, pinning my arms to my back. Once again, I was guided by him and my father took my mother and Jo. In the lift, a guy and what looked like his girlfriend in a strapless black and patterned dress. She was extensively wrapped with ropes all over her arms, wrists and breasts and had a cleave a OTM gag. My father and brother greeted him and I initiated eye-to-eye contact with her. I could sense she was saying, you’re lucky girl, look at how much I’m trussed up.

A few more steps and we were at the hotel’s restaurant. “Good evening sir,” the maître d greeted my father. “Table for five? Will your wife and daughters be using their hands or require assistance?”

My father immediately replied, “We will be feeding them.” What the heck?!

“Very well sir. Margo,” he called. Suddenly, a waitress with a rather short skirt and patterned tights came up to us. What surprised me was that she was gagged with a red ball gag protruding out of her mouth. Her hands were cuffed in a rather long set of handcuffs in front of her and looking down, her ankles were also encased in leg irons. “Thsmwy,” She spoke through her gag and guided us to a table. As she handed out menus only to the men, I noticed that other female staff were similarly dressed, bound and gagged. Oh my gosh, they really were serious about this bondage!

Usually, I could engross myself over the various dishes on offer but being bound and gagged and with my brother sitting opposite me, I was deprived of that. Instead, he just read out the dishes. We ladies settled on the local river fish in breaded form while the men got steak. Such and agreement was done by gag speak. Margo, the waitress arrived with bread and expertly placed the rolls on our side plates despite her fetters! It was only after my brother buttered the roll did he reach over and and lower the cleave gag.

“Open wider sis,” he said and boy did it feel humiliating being fed by the baby of the family. The melting butter dripped down my chin.

“Jonathan, wipe it off.” No response. “Jonathan!” My father yelled.

“Yes, Dad.” Idiot, I thought silently. Just you wait when this trip is over.

Our mainly came and the spoon feeding continued with us ladies suffering under more humilitation. Finally,the last piece was swallowed. Dad held up my glass and I gratefully drank since the dish was quite salty. “That’s enough, you be using the loo too much.” Oh man, are you going to restrict our toilet usage just because we have to be bound all the time?

“Thnku, syammh,” our waitress remarked farewell in gag speak. Back in our room, dad allowed us to just be wrist bound but told us girls not to talk. Mum then mouth a few words silently.

“Your mother wants to retire soon. The TV can stay on, but not too loud. Don’t stay up too late; the sessions start at 10.”

“Night dad,” my brother said then turned to us girls. Suddenly, he tackled both of us down and tied both our ankles and knees. “Hey!” Jo cried.

“Oh you broke silence, do you want to shut up or be gagged.”

We both glared at him and accepted the light hog tie.

“Now, what’s on….” he flicked on the TV Surprisingly, all channels were in English but rather boring shows. Just over an hour later, we two girls were in bed, with our hands lightly bound in front of us and gagged with a small strip of medical tape. Thus ended the first evening in Castle Bond.

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Part 2:

I was awaken by both the burst of sunlight and a hand shaking me. “Hey wake up, Freyja,” it was my Dad. “Time to rise; we’ve lots to cover today.” I instinctively tried to say “morning” but it came out as “mmrning”. It was then I saw the state I was in. But soon he undid my bindings and tape gag, giving me a sip from a bottle with a straw.

“You’ve less than ten minutes to the shower and out. Go!” It was like camp all over again and I did my best to scrub myself and stretch my limbs since I wouldn’t have the chance to do so for the rest of the day. Back out, I had barely changed back to my PJs and a bra when dad returned. Obediently, I accepted the cloth wrist bindings and cleave gag. The rest of the family was in the common dining area with Mum in her dressing gown and Jo opposite her. Both of them were also cleave gagged and from the looks, their wrists were also bound. My brother was bending down on my chair when my dad cleared his throat. “Not now.”

“But dad…”

“I said ‘not now’. Help Freyja sit.” I was glad dad didn’t want our ankles bound so early in the morning. With our gags lowered, it was spoon feeding time again. Dad had ordered a classic full English which was alright for me but not so when my brother literally shoved the food in my mouth and got the sauce and butter again on my chin. “Jonathan…” Dad scolded.

Well, it wasn’t better with the tea. First, my brother added too little milk and being told not to speak, it was hard to give corrections. Second, he nearly splash some of the hot drink on my lips. I gave up and gestured to the juice. Finally, another meal without the ability to use my hands was over. But there was not time to relax. “They said nothing special for the sessions, but girls should ideally be in skirts or dresses.” Jo gave a dejected look as she was never the skirt or dress type. “Weather is much warmer today so you can shed the hosiery. Get changed.”

I selected a thicker strapped cyan blue dress with the same bra yesterday and new black knickers. Back came rope for my wrists bindings, this tight more secure. The new cleave gag seem thicker or was it my brother’s evil plan for me? Jo, mum and me were made to knnel on the floor while our ankles were given a “leg-iron” type rope binding. “Ok,” dad said, re-checking mum’s bonds. “I’ll be heading back down to pick up Avena, Imogen, Martyn and Sayle. Jonathan,” he turned to my brother. “Watch over all. And that’s it. Not additional binding, no additional gags, no dirty play, you got it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Dad.” I hope you mean that, I thought, and luckily he did. Around fifteen minutes later, the door opened to reveal my brother-in-law, Martyn, and my other sisters. Avena was in an ankle length skirt with black ropes circling her lower torso and her wrists behind her back. Her cleave gag was was black as well. Imogen, my red-haired sister, was in a red tube top with a rather short jeans skirt. She was bound and gagged similarly but with coarse brown rope. Sayle, the married sister, was also bound and gagged in the same way, wearing a knee length translucent dress. All girls were brought down to the floor near us but Imogen emitted a “omw!” as Jon brought her down.

Dad gave him another verbal reprimand and Imogen quickly crossed her legs lest there be an upskirt. “Alright, welcome all. As you know, despite our own history and experience, we still have to attend a session which will teach us everything from basic ties to advance bondage. But as a family, we still have some major rules of our own for these few weeks of stay. One, all ladies will still be restrained and gagged in their rooms unless scenarios or orders are changed. Two, no one is to wonder off by themselves, boy or girl. All female members must be accompanied by one of us guys at all times, unless we formally allow other men to escort you. Three, we will still give toilet breaks despite the daily restraining and gagging. If you need to go urgently, say “mmmph, mmmph” loudly. Safe word for removal of restraint is “mmm” for restraint and “mmpph” with a shake for your gag. Other rules will be what they dictate and what happens as well go along. Got it?”

We girls nodded. Dad continued, “Ok, Despite the uneven ratio, here’s how it goes. I’ll take Donna (that’s my my mother) and Imogen. Jonathan, you take Freyja and Jocasta. Martyn, Sayle and Avena. Let’s go.” Jo’s ankle bonds were off and my brother dusted her black skirt. Then it was my turn with his right arm holding me and Jo on his left. Even though I had chosen flat heeled shoes, it still wasn’t easy balancing myself. Luckily, we were the only ones in the lift–perks of such a large family. Downstairs, couples and families were all heading to the conference room again, with daughters, mothers and girlfriends all bound and gagged in various fashions. Dad presented a card to the guard at the door when I spied two different lines. “Ladies this way, men that way,” the guard waved.

“But, we’re a family,” my dad protested.

“This is how it will be for the session. Don’t worry, you’ll see each other after.” Wishing us ‘bye’ and ‘good luck’ they, joined the male queue while other marshals guided us ladies. One clip tags on our left breast area. “You’ll see why,” he said as he ushered us in.

All the ladies were hustled to one corner and then men directly opposite them. “Alright, silence!” Some six-foot tall guy in faded jeans and checkered shirt said. “It’s quite simple. You all have number tags but you girls are well silenced. Each guy will step forward call out their number and the girl with the corresponding number will pair with him. Got it? Go!” It was a messy work of calling and a guy shorter than my 1.75m height was paired with me. “Hi, I’m Carter,” he said, holding out his hand then realising the silliness, withdrew it.

“Oh, pairs, step forward.” The session was about to start.

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This part is inspired by sarobah’s story/stories “The resort”

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Part 3:

I inched forward when suddenly Carter’s hand shot out. It felt cold and the grip wasn’t as strong as my brother’s. “Mmm,” I mumbled, not showing either disgust or like at the moment.

“Couples, take a seat on any part of the matted area,” the same man said and still held by Carter, we both did. I quickly crossed my legs though I guessed that there would be unintentional or forced up skirts later. “Alright all,” the guy introduced himself as Erik with a ‘k’, and he was one of the descendent of the original owners of the castle. Next to him was a girl in a spaghetti top and knee length skirt, with a OTM white gag and ropes around her busts, wrists behind her back. Erik introduced her as Karin and continued briefly outlining what was on the programme.The workshop would be divided into three two-hour sessions during the daytime, a lunch break, same format for the afternoon and a final two hour in the evening. First, we ladies were all unbound and gags off but told to be silent. The firs session was called “Basics” and that’s what it was – nothing really new to me, although I picked up a few handy hints about stuff like the best materials to use in different circumstances: rope, tape, that sort of thing. Then we were given basic gags–cleave with different cloth, cleave stuffed, OTM, OTM stuffed, tape of all kinds of tape and tape stuffed. By the end of it, Carter had me bound with a blue nylon rope and hankie stuffed in my mouth with gaffer tape over. This session also involved advice from Erik for us girls: a good warm-up is the best way to prepare yourself, physically and mentally, for a tie-up session. It helps you to relax when under stress and also to become more flexible. “You’ll be able to enjoy the TUG or bondage then,” he said. TUGs or bondage or whatever we wish to call it is like a spiritual awakening–you are denied ability to move in the world around you, your gag prevents communication and, he held up a piece of cloth, “your eysight is gone.” Yeah, back to the good ol’ blindfold, I thought, as I felt the knot against my skull. ” But when you’re cut off from the world, You discover strength in your vulnerability, power in your submission, self-reliance in your helplessness, sensuality in your suffering, ecstasy in your agony, joy in your shame, intense self-awareness in your sensory deprivation….” He droned on and on.

The final part of this session was a timed tie-and-gag session to see which team was be the fastest to get the girl bound and gagged. Erik yelled out several combinations like “cloth only” or “rope and cleave” or “rope and stuff”. While it was quite fun to race, it was also really physically taxing and many girls and women suffered rope burns. Carter wasn’t fast enough but Imogen and her parter, Donald, got third place for two combinations. “You’ll get your prizes later,” was the only comment. It was a short breaktime and water was passed around, again with us girls wrists bound behind our backs–Carter chose tape.

The next part moved to more advanced stuff like hogties. These were just with rope but with cloth. Hogties in my view are the more physically torturing as the strain muscles all over. Then, chairs were brought out and Erik taught chair ties of various forms, again with simple material. Then came out tables. “Table tie,” Erik said. “Classic in ancient and modern times for interrogation and torture.” Soon enough, my hands and legs were spread out like a starfish and tied with rope. I’ve hardly done table ties or spreadeagle ties before and it seemed just as bad as hogties. “Ok, next,” he called. But that was not a call to relax. Rather, it was time for stuff like elbow ties. We started with a fairly loose binding, which was gradually tightened until – at least in some cases – our elbows came close to contact. Of course, as we know the major attraction is not that it totally immobilizes your arms, but rather the ornamentally enhancing effect it has on your breasts. By hauling back on your shoulders it forces your boobs outwards; and for the likes of myself, not generously endowed in that department, the enforced posture is rather flattering.

Next, we progressed to the lotus technique. This is where your legs, with ankles crossed, are drawn up folded to your breasts, and you are forced to bend forward at the waist until your shoulders are between your knees and your chin almost touches your heels. A rope is looped behind your neck and tethered to your ankles to keep you restrained in your balled-up position. With your hands still bound behind your back, this is a very effective arrangement because you’re completely helpless, unable to move anything – except maybe wiggle your fingers and toes. It’s also very taxing on your muscles and joints.

The came the ball tie, which was a little more relaxing but definitely meant dresses up for many and knickers exposed for the boys to see. I’m sure Carter was aroused well before that with the various TUGs/bondage, but his face didn’t show. I strained to see the other family members. Jonathan is probably well having his briefs soaked with semen now, I thought. Sayle to Avena? I only spotted Imogen again. I was most concerned for mum–she wasn’t the kind of accept stannous bondage especially with a strange guy. Was she given some one around her age or some young squirt?

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Part 4:

Finally, it was lunch time and it was a good selection of bite-size food and international fare. Of course, it was boy-feed-girl but unlike my brother, Carter was much more careful not to get any sauce or liquid on my face or chin. He gave a short introduction of himself–German on his mother’s side, American on his father’s side, taking a gap year before taking a physics degree at a top Ivy League university. Interesting but well, not really one for immediate dating. Lunch over, the stuff tape gag went back on. The afternoon was for more advanced bondage and several younger girls politely dropped out.

“Breast bondage time,” Erik announced. Ok, that’s not too bad if done properly. My partner failed to do so properly and caused me to moan (not erotic moans) from the pain. Finally, with Erik’s help, he got it right and boy did that also push my 34B boobs out. Just when I thought it was over, Erik said, “Ok now we’ll try that again, with just underwear on.” What?! But lo really, all the female folk were untied and took off their out clothing. Oh well, they did say this was the more advanced TUG/bondage part. With my hands undone, I dropped my dress to the ground, revealing my black lingerie underneath. I heard a typical boy’s “woohoo” from Carter as he rebound my wrists and started work on the second round of breast bondage. He was a little faster this time. As he finished, Erik and Karin, wearing a silky red lingerie set with exquisite breast bondage and thick OTM gag, approached. “No, this rope goes here, and tighten that knot,” he told Carter. As Carter re-did the corrections, my boobs really protruded out. I also became a little unbalanced and nearly fell down, had Carter not caught me.

“Okay, I see you you all are alright with this. Now boys, tied a overhand knot on a very long piece of rope.” Oh, what now? Next, the boys soon tied on over our bare stomach area and I knew what this was: crotch rope. I was made to lie to the side and “mmmph” Eric yanked the rope between my buttocks and pulled it tight against my knickers-clad crotch, fastening it again the waist rope. “And girls, relax.” But that was hardly an order to be followed since almost immediately, the knot pressed hard against clitoris and it soon swelled. Very quickly, it started to swell and I gave a short grunt through the gag. Then I believe the muscles there began contract there and my vagina juices started to flow out. then, “Mmmmahmm,” the orgasm came. It lasted for a few minutes and I rolled about on the matted floor as did other girls. The resolution phase came but the crotch rope did it work again and the cycle repeated itsself. All the women were rolling on the floor and we couldn’t help but collide into each other. I then spied mum in her high waist white knickers. Her breast bondage appeared looser but she had two knots instead of one for her crotch rope and boy was she moaning alot!

Erik left us girls in this erotic stage for just over an hour before he instructed the boys to remove the crotch rope. My knickers was not wet with all my vaginal juice and I myself was soaked with sweat. A quick drink and our breast bondage was removed and our outer clothes were back on. It was more advance gags time and they gave a series of ball gags, penis gags, butterfly gags, ring gags, jennings gags harness gags and all the other various adult gags around five minutes each. Erik finally said that girls could indicate their preferred gag and I nodded to the panel gag. As soon as the went on, he said, “now it’s chains time.” Oh yeah, handcuffs and leg irons! Those that they provided here felt lighter but firmer than the ones I’ve used before in my TUGs involving my sisters. Then finally it was to leather cuffs and then to plastics ties/handcuffs.

Before we knew it, it was dinner time. It was pretty rapid feeding and then the gags came back on with only a small sip of water. “Ok, we’ll let you girl’s pee, in various groups.” If you think this was normal no. Our wrists were handcuffed to our front and our legs were still locked in leg irons. If you wore a not too long dress or skirt, it might be easy to lift it up or drop it down and wipe your female private part. But for most of us ladies it wasn’t the case, so it was a huge challenge just to answer the call of nature. Back in the main room, the last session was test time. Carter still struggled with the various forms of ropes but scored high with basic gags especially tape gags and the more advanced bondage. Prizes were given out and we got runners up for zip ties and panel gags combo. Imogen got her prize from earlier and that was the end of it. “Alright, enjoy yourselves for he remainder of your stay her. If there’s any questions you can Whatsapp me at…” He gave a number and all the men folk clapped.

We were soon reunited with our own family members and retied and re-gagged in the same manner. Back in the sanctuary of our guest room, we ladies changed into casual wear. Mum as she was the night before, turned in earlier, while the male folk had to unpack the suitcases of the new arrived sisters–perks of being bound and gagged! The TV was turned on and somehow the channel was a local programme from the Castle itself. On it was a newcaster, ball gagged and handcuffed, reading in gag speak!!! We all watched before we all called it a night. This time, it was thick tape gag, and tape around my wrists–thankfully in front–and ankles. “Night sis,” my brother greeted and it was darkness.

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Part 5:

I woke up to the feeling of both a dry throat and a roughly shaking hand. “Get up sis, it’s bright and early,” I heard my brother call. No sooner had he removed my gag did he clamp his hand down on my mouth. “No talking,” he hissed, and I gave my best glare at him. Why would I, I thought. He roughly brought me up, dragged me to the bathroom and told me to brush my teeth. Giving him a quizzing look, I did as told then suddenly spied the red ball gag in his hands. “Wh…” I began but he clamped his hand over my mouth.

“Dad’s orders. Every lady must be ball gagged for breakfast.” I shook my head, not believing him.

“It’s true,” my brother growled and pinched my nose, allowing him to push the dreaded ball in side and secure the gag. “Ten minutes for bath. Don’t you try remove the gag.” Shaking my head in amazement, I managed to shower. Outside, i found my brother had laid out the shortest skirt I brought and a tube top.

“Nmmm,” I shook my head. I’m not letting you dictate my dress code so early on.

“Ok, but you won’t be so lucky later on. I’ll turn around.” I made sure he did then pulled on a fresher pair of knickers, plain beige bra and normal T-shirt and jeans. At the table, all the women were similarly gagged with either red or ball black gags and wrist bound with tape. “Alright, from now on, morning shows will be taken with ball gags unless you feel ill. There’s no reason for you to talk there.” Dad finally removed our ball gags and the men–dad, my brother, my brother-in-law–feed us a cold cereal breakfast. “Today it’s a day tour of the castle. We’ll all go and and different stages of the tour, you ladies will get types of bondage.” The first one was tape. Tape was over not just my wrists but my elbows, really restricting my arm movement. The tape was was further secured with a piece of clean cloth in each of our mouths. My brother was watching over me and my other sister Avena. Dad took Jo and Imogen, my brother in law took mum and Sayle. In the lift, we met an elderly couple who looked as old as my grandparents. The lady was in a lose cleave gag and cloth bindings. The boys greeted them and downstairs, we all headed for the quite evidentlong queue. Everywhere, women and girls of all ages were bound and gagged in different ways. The young children were either cloth gagged or had loose wrist bindings or light duct tape gagging and bindings. Some young teenagers had bulging mouths, indicating that they were stuffed like us daughters. Those around our young adult age had more secure rope or even leather ties. Some chose to use plastic or metallic handcuffs, while other just did all rope. Gags for late teens and above included all kinds, from the cleave gag to the Jennings or ring gags which really tortured your jaw. Not a single girl was left unbound or ungagged. Even if girls travelled in all female groups, male staff from castle would escort them.

Dad got the tickets for the tour and us girls even had badges pinned to our breast area. “Welcome to Castle Bond’s day tour, I’m your guide Johannes,” a tall lanky man is a slight German accent greeted us. “Men, please ensure that your ladies are securely bound and gagged, especially those 12 years and above. Also, do not lose sight of your ladies. Alright, follow me.” We did so then he pointed out areas which we have seen the day before. “That’s the main entrance of the castle completed in 1600. The gate is still visible but hardly lowered and raised due to need for repair; we’ve constructed doors instead. Over there is the conference room. It was the main meeting room for King Bond and inner council during his year of reign. Major planning and dinners have occurred there.” We moved further past the restaurant my family had dinner the first night. That wasn’t around in those days. We passed by several arch ways and I was surprised to see a moat running near our feet.

“Yes, this is a moat. King Bond instructed that they channel the moat within, not around the castle,” Johannes explained. But our gagged cries were more directed towards the wooden gallows structure in the middle. “Oh, yes, that’s the King’s main display, but not if you guessed, for hanging. Rather. women would be secured to poles over there and made standing for hours while water or dirty stuff would be thrown at them. Our menfolk guided us closer and the small notice did indeed it mentioned that ladies would be bound to poles–there where several poles sticking out from the structure, making it not like a normal gallows. “Today, female guests can be secured to the structure but only regulated water sprays and wet sponges will be thrown at them.”

“Cool thingy. Can’t wait to try it out,” my brother commented. Asshole, I thought. You just love to see us sisters suffer.

Johannes then led us inside a small door where I nearly bummed my head Inside was a narrow corridor with rooms, no they were jail cells, but the bars were shiny. “The King and the knights would bring captive girls, and sometimes men, and lock them up in the cells, still bound and for the ladies, gagged. “Cuffs were rare in the early days, but soon iron fetters were available.” As we moved closer, we saw the inside of the cells contain either a plain wooden bed with metallic cuffs on four corners or a single chair, also with cuffs at the front legs and arms rests.

“These are modern tables and chairs, but yes, if the women had committed serious crimes, there was no need to go through court, they would be sent down here and locked to either the chair or table. This would happen for nearly 24/7, with only breaks for food and the toilet. Today, females can either be restrrained to the table or chair for a period of time, or you can request them to be removed and try your own different restraints and gags there.”

“Great!” My brother said and Jo and I gave him an annoyed glare.

“Break time,” Johannes said. “Five minutes and we’ll resume the tour.”

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Part 6

Dad, my brother-in-law and my brother approached us bound and gagged ladies. “Ok, gags off first then we’ll all give you a drink, then it’s ropes and undies and tape gag.”

Undies? I thought. Oh yes, knickers or panty gags. But this thought was interrupted as I saw my brother approach. Please don’t…he peeled off the adhesive gag slowly but there still was the sting and quite possibly a red mark. He eased out the saliva-soaked cloth and I coughed in response.

“Sssh, no talking.” I wasn’t you fool, I thought but gratefully accepted the bottle of water to my lips. It wasn’t exactly cold water not did it taste like the mineral water I knew but it was a grateful quench of thirst.”That’s it; don’t wanna make you pee.” I glared at him but he simply moved and cut away the bonds around my arms and wrists. I expected to get time to rub the circulation back but nope, he immediately tighten cotton ropes around the same area and before I knew it, I bound tightly again.

“Less than two minutes before we begin again folks,” Johannes called.

“Open wide sis,” my brother said and I noticed something bunched in his hand. I shook my head but knew it was inevitable. The cotton undies were jammed in and not one bit protruded out. Ripp! came the sound and soon enough, two strips of the same tape sealed my undies inside. “They are your beige ones, picked out from your suitcase when you were sleeping,” he added. Asshole, asshole.

I turned and saw dad slap the same tape on mum’s lips. “Alright people. Gentlemen; gather your ladies, the tour is about to begin again.” Once more my brother’s hand grabbed my arm and I was quite helpless as we moved off into a larger room. Inside were several tables but clearly, they weren’t for eating or decoration. They did have ropes or leather straps connected to them. “This is the rack chamber,” Johannes started. “The King and his inner circle would bring ladies charged with any offences here, strip them to their underwear or naked, and interrogate them until they confessed. For some strange reason, this chamber is the first phase before they bring the confessed ladies to the rooms you saw earlier.”

“How do they interrogate them?” One guy asked.

“For the minor offences, it was simply verbal questioning and humiliation. For serious offences, cold water, heated objects were used. For even more serious,” he gestured to another set of tables. “Whips and various devices would be struck.”

“Wow, wee…” my brother breathed. “Can we actually…”

“Jaigo, we aren’t in the business of making of humiliating the ladies or torturing them.” my father growled. Yeah that’s right little boy, don’t you dare try to strap me to that.

“We do allow ladies to be restrained to them in their lingerie,” he remarked, mispronouncing the last word. “But if you go naked, you must sign a consent form. And we monitor activities at all stations. Our staff will step in my we suspect action that is too extreme.” That didn’t make me feel any better.

“Over here is something rather new but similar,” our guide continued and we entered what really looked like a medical operating room. Inside were four metal tables, with medical restraints and medical instruments by the side.

“This is a modern addition; the kingdom naturally wasn’t that advanced. As the room suggest, this is for medical play. As before, ladies and well gents must sign consent forms if they want to be naked and no excessive play will be allowed. Both these areas are off limits to children and young teens.” I heard couple of muttering of affirmative. No way should that happen.
We moved out into day light and by now, my knickers–the one in my mouth–was definitely soaking with all my saliva. It had not dried out my throat yet, but I guess that would change shortly. Johannes asked us to move single file along the walkway. Mum moved first, her mouth bulging with her high waist undies–I could see part of it stick out of her mouth. Dad followed after her. Next was Sayle with her husband steadying her, how cute. The red-headed Imogen, then Avena, then me and Jocasta, with my brother behind both of us. A couple of minutes later, I heard Johannes mention something when, WHUMP! I bumped into a frame.

“…careful of the arch way, it’s short.” Thanks for saying that after it happened, I groaned in my head and through the panty gag.

“Hey, you alright?” I turned to see….

TBC

SG Schools: Changing uniforms Part 1


I’m glad that’s over, Wong Hui Xing thought as she exited her school. There was a sudden gush of wind, even on the blazing hot day, so she held down herlight blue sundress-like uniform. Thank goodness I wear my green FBT shorts underneath she thought. Just as she moved another step, her handphone buzzed.

“Hello, Miss Wong,” the nasal voice began. “Please take a look.” Hui Xing peered at the MMS that just came in and saw her cousin, Yang Xiuqing, wearing her NYGH uniform. What was more unusual was that there was a large white tape over her mouth and her hands were apparently behind her back, undoubtedly bound.

“I’m sure to understand the gravity situation, Miss Wong. It would be in your best interests to head to Coronation road before the next hour. Look for a dark blue van with an open back door. Remember, telling any one else would mean your cousin suffers. Goodbye.”

Wonderful, she thought. End of my examinations and I get into a tie-up quest again. Hui Xing had been a member of a TUG group since 10, which entailed girls becoming damsels-in-distress and bound and gagged in various methods. Hui Xing had progressed from simple cloth ties and gags, to rope and stuff gags, various adhesive tape and cleave gags, differing rope bindings, handcuffs and chains. Now sixteen plus, she had even had underwear belong to her and others in her mouth, and even a sanitary pad used to muffle her speech. The games were often therapeutic and fun, but also annoying when they came out of the blue and targeted people close to her.

I wonder what it will be this time, she said, thankfully hoping on a early bus. What do the boys want? Just a fun session watching us squirm? Giving us some light torture? Teasing us? They’ve placed hot stuff near our skin and even ice cubes down our underwear. We’ve also suffered TENs electric shock. And light spankings. Oh gosh, we’ve been through so much…Before Hui Xing knew it, she was at her destination. The sun was shining even brighter that before, so many people were scurrying to the shade of the nearby shopping centre or other outlets. As instructed, Hui Xing made her way down King’s road and near one house was indeed a van with an open door. She galcned around but the rest of the street was deserted and no one was visible in any of the houses. It’s a special trap she thought, and moved cautiously to the front first.

Her phone buzzed again. “I said back, Miss Wong,” the same voice said. “You do know where there is right? Suggest you do so immediately.” In the background Hui Xing her a muffled yell. Shit, they are torturing Qing, she thought, and reluctantly changed her direction. Inside the van she found two handcuffs, a stripe of tape, and, oh gosh, she thought, one of Qing’s panties. “Cuff your hands behind and ankles. You know what to do with the others.” Just as she decided not against the instructions, the door slammed shut and a locking sound was heard. Oh well, she thought, hopefully this game isn’t going to last that long. She proceeded to cuff her ankles, then stuff the panties in her mouth, sealing it shut with a stripe of tape. Well, thankfully it taste clean. As soon as she cuffed her hands behind her back, throwing her against the hard wall.

After like half an hour of bumpy driving, Hui Xing felt the van slow down and the noise of a garage open. Minutes later the van’s door snapped open and she was carried out. Re-orienteering her eyes to the light, it was just as she expected, the boys in their school uniforms, but ties off and masks on. Hui Xing was carried out of the garage into a living room and placed on the floor. “Mmmmppph?” She asked a question through her panty gag. What’s up guys? Where’s Qing?

The answer came seconds later as her cousin was brought in, hands bound behind her with zip ties and mouth still gagged as she was shown in the picture. Two boys held the half PRC Chinese girl while another two brought Hui Xing up. Then, a fifth boy emerged.

“Ah, you finally made it,” he said in the nasal voice then changed to his normal voice. “Welcome, Hui Xing. Now, it’s definitely time to let you into the whole plan?” Hui Xing only glared at him. “Oh, don’t show me that face. It’s quite simple. In her school,” he pointed at Xiuqing, “there are examination papers being readied for us next week. We want you to hack into the school computers and get us a copy of the papers, specifically the physics paper. Ok?”

“Mmmpph,” Hui Xing shook her head. No way am I going to do anything that would get me into huge trouble, especially the police!

One of the girls holding the NYGH girl produced a shaver-like device and pressed it again her arm. With a buzzing tone, the young girl collapsed on the floor. “Mmmmph!” Hui Xing cried but was restrained by the other boys.

“It’s perfectly fine, unless the switch to higher voltage. But no, we’re not that evil. It won’t be a crime Hui Xing, not with your expert hacking skills. You’ll do it, because you did it before for yourself in your own school. He extracted a tablet from the backpack he had on and pressed a video showing her breaking into the SCGS office in the evening. “Now are we in agreement?”

Hui Xing reluctantly nodded.

“Good,” he gestured to his accomplices, who cut off Xiuping’s bonds and unlocked both handcuffs on Hui Xing. “Now, ladies, strip.”

“Mmmmpph!” the both protested.

“Stop whining. Xing’s going to wear your uniform. Now, don’t make me repeat myself.” Both gagged girls looked at each other and remembered they have been semi-naked many times before the boys, even at younger ages. Soon enough, they were down to their undies–beige bra and white panties for Xiuqing, while dark brown bra and pink bikini panties for Hui Xing. They also left their shorts–black FBTs and green shorts–on the floor.

“Nice,” the boys whistled together. “But not sure if a brown bra is acceptable in NYGH? Exchange bra’s girls. Turn around or go behind the wall. But no tricks.” Both girls shivered as they did so. As so as Xiuping returned with the brown and slightly wrong cup sized bra, two boys seized her and cuffed her hands behind her. Xing struggled in her cousin’s school uniform; they weren’t exactly the same size.

“Now,” the ring leader said, approach the new “NYGH” girl and tearing away her gag. “You’ll need this,” he switched her earrings and watch. After a giving her a glass of water, and whispering instructions, he said, “You have until five pm.”

Captivepenny edited: Of Robbery and Revenge


I should have known something was up when Carol and Lisa both showed up at Erin’s that Saturday. Carol was quiet, looking around the room at various items as Lisa pawed through Erin’s CD collection, making small talk. I eyed the two blue plastic bags carol had brought with her suspiciously.

Carol walked over to the hope chest at the foot of Erin’s bed and I saw my chance. I sidled up to the bags and kicked one with my toe. Out spilled a neatly rolled coil of thin blue nylon rope.

Erin saw it and did a double take.

“What’s going on ?”

“Oh we’re here to rob you.” Lisa said casually.

“You’re what ?”

Erin was new to our games and wasn’t familiar with the aspect of the “friendly robbery.” Generally speaking the robber would come to the victim’s house and want something from them. If the victim decided not to give the item or items to the would-be robber, there would be a duel. In this case it was a double duel, with me pitting my skill against Lisa and Erin commiting to her first gunfight with Carol, our resident gunslinger.

“That’s a little unfair.” I said as guns were passed to all participants, ” It’s Erin’s first gunfight. Carol’s a shark, even Charlotte won’t duel with you too often anymore.”

“She’s just a sore loser.” Carol said smugly, hefting her gun.

“I can take her Missy Ma’am.” Erin said with a thick western drawl, tugging on the brim an imaginary stetson.

I was less than confident about that statement, but her mind was made up. Lisa and I squared off as Erin and Carol met eye to eye. We had agreed to a coin toss to determine who dueled first with the winner of that taking all.

Frankly I SUCK at the duelling thing, so I was hoping that Erin and Carol would go first and double-hoping she would win . It was a meek hope at best, but it was all that stood between us and a dozen or so tight knots.

“Heads,” I said with more confidence than I felt as Lisa flipped the coin.

The quarter pirouetted through the air and landed on the shag carpet on tails. I breathed a sigh of relief as it read tails. Carol retrieved the coin and palmed it. I had a sick feeling in my gut.

“Heads,” Erin said ,locking eyes with Carol. She grinned broadly and flipped the coin. She caught it in one smooth motion. She opened her palm.

“Heads it is,” she declared.

Erin flexed her hands nervously, the gun tucked neatly into the waistband of her cut-offs. Carol stood there, hands out to her sides, not moving. I almost expected to see a tumbleweed pass between them in a cloud of dust.

“Draw !” Carol cried. Erin’s hand flew to her gun just as Carol pressed her nose back with the barrel of hers.

“You have got to be kidding. “Erin said, pouting.

“I told you.” I said raising my hand.

“Raise ’em high Erin.” Carol said, waving the gun. Erin did as she was told.

“So what do you guys want ?” Erin asked.

“Plenty of time to discuss that after we get you two tied up nice and tight.” Lisa said firmly.

“Yep.” Carol added, emptying the two plastic bags she had brought with her onto the floor. Inside were some coils of thin blue nylon cord and two pairs of panties, possibly her own. I hope they were clean. Lisa backed us up to the bedposts, keeping the gun trained on us as Carol hefted the ropes and the cloths. She stuffed the panties in to her right pocket.

“Hands around the back of the post,” Carol instructed. she tied Erin’s wrists first, eliciting a few complaints as she worked.

“No demon knots. ” I said flatly.
“Demon knots ?” Erin asked.

“Yeah, Carol’s uncle taught her all these sailor’s knots. She’s really good at them too.”
“I am indeed. ” Carol said smiling.

She finished tying Erin’s hands and started looping ropes around her body. She started at her boobs and worked down. She made another looping of rope and tied it off behind her. She stopped at her waist and made a complicated knot somewhere behind her back. Erin tugged experimentally and nothing moved.

“Cripes.” Erin said, squirming in her bonds, ” Can’t you guys just borrow stuff like normal people ? ”

“Your turn, Penny.” Carol said and began tying my hands behind me. I knew better than to resist her efforts. Carol had a few tricks with noose-knots that would make the ropes tighten up if you pulled too hard. she passed the ropes around my wrists five times and made a knot. She looped rope around a indentation in the bedpost and tied a knot. I could feel he fat thing pressing against my spine, caught between it and the post. with the additional loopings of ropes she was planning around my body, the knot would be trapped there.

She finished her devilish ropework and started from just below my shoulders, looping cord. she made four or five passes around me and the pole, tied a knot then moved down. like Erin, she stopped at my waist and made another big knot behind my back.

Carol bundled up one of the panties, ” Open up, Penny.” she said. I took the gag into my mouth, grimacing as she forced it in. She gagged Erin next. Erin tugged at the ropes pinning her to the bedpost.

“Nnn-mmph !!” she muttered, glaring at Carol. Erin tossed her head back and forth, trying to dislodge the underwear. I flexed my hands behind my back, feeling the ropes dig into my wrists. Erin struggled mightily, tugging at the tight circles of rope securing her firmly to the bedpost.

As we struggled firmly tied, Carol and Lisa loaded up two plastic bags with Erin’s CDs and a few other odds and ends ‘just for fun’.

“Thanks for your donation, Erin.” Lisa said with a grin.

“Yeah, next time just give us the stuff.” Carol added. Laughing, the two robbers left, closing the door behind them.

Erin looked at me. Here we were tied firmly to her bedposts with Lisa and Carol making off with half of her CD collection, and she was looking to me for a way out. I squirmed in the rope’s embrace, finding only tight coils with no leverage to use on them. Erin pulled her wrists this way and that, having no luck at all. she tried feeling around for the key knot and found only smooth tight coils of cord. Carol had tied her hands the same way she ahd tied mine, with the key knot tied behind the small of her back, then trapping it by winding ropes around her body.

“Honey I’m home !!” Erin’s mom called from down below. Erin looked at me in horror. We were about to get caught in a rather compromising position- again. she pulled furiously at the ropes, trying to dislodge anything. Feet pounded up the stairs. A hand went over the knob. The door popped open moments later.

“Honey I….” the greeting died on her lips as Mrs. Farrell walked in, eyes bulging at the sight of the pair of us tied to her daughter’s bed. we mmphed emphatically and she came over and removed the gags and wasn’t really surprised as we spat out the underwear. A smile crept over her face.

“So who did it to you this time ?” she asked indulgently.
“Lisa and Carol.” we chorused (more or less).
“What on earth for ?”
“They wanted to rob me.” Erin said.

Mrs. Farrell shook her head,” Well that makes sense to me.” she said sarcastically, ” Can’t you all ever borrow each other’s stuff without it being a damsel in distress moment ?”

“Yeah, but that’s not nearly as much fun. ” Erin said. Mrs. Farrell snickered under her breath as she looked over the various loops and knots tying her daughter to the post. she grabbed a handful of cord and tugged. Nothing happened. She picked at a few knots here and there.

“These are the damndest things I’ve ever seen.” she said, shaking her head,” I’ll have to get some scissors and cut you two loose.” she ran lightly downstairs, leaving Erin and I to discuss things.

“I want my CDs back.” Erin said grimly,” And some payback would be nice too.”
“I’m with you, Erin. Do you have a plan ?”
“Not yet.”

Mrs. Farrell came back with scissors and cut us loose. As the last bit of rope fell away she made us re-tell the whole story. By the end she was laughing.

“Now we want to get them back.” Erin said as she finished the story.
“Don’t you think enough’s enough ?” her mom asked.
“Nope. They stole my Metallica CD.”
“You mean the new one I just bought you for your birthday ?”
“Yep.”
“Well, in that case.” she said conspiratorially.

A few weeks later, I got a call from Carol, who sounded only slightly apologetic about what had happened.

“You didn’t have to tie us so mean !” I snapped, not thinking of any real reason to be so angry. We had all done this to each other often enough, it was accepted but I hated to think she was still so smug about her victory.

“Well I’ve called to give the stuff back to you.” she said.
“Really ? Then why didn’t you just come over with it ?”
“And let you set up an ambush ? No way !”
“Hmm. How about Erin’s house ?”

“Double-no for the same reason. That house has more ambush spots than you can shake a stick at. Neutral territory or it’s no dice.”

“Okay. How about her mom’s bookstore ? It’s a public place. You’ll be perfectly safe there.”

I could hear the gears turning inside her head.

“Okay. Deal. ” she said.

“See you tomorrow then ?” I offered, hoping the additional time would put her at ease.

“Sure.” she said and we hung up. I grinned as I dialed Erin’s number. She got it on the second ring.

“She went for it.” I said excitedly,” Are you sure your mom’s okay with this ?”

“Okay ? She almost insisted. She’s pretty peeved about that CD.”

“I can understand that.’ I said,” Carol’s so sure she’ll be safe at the store.”

“I know. It’s perfect, ” Erin said giggling, “What about Lisa ?”

“What about Lisa ?” I repeated.
“Better have guns ready in case she tries a fast one.”
“Already got ’em. Loaded and in my backpack along with some ropes and stuff.”
“Cool, Better bring them over here though.”
“Why ?”
“So mom can take it in with her when she opens. If Carol or Lisa see us arriving with backpacks, they’ll bolt.”
“True. I’ll be there in fifteen.”
“C-ya !”

I wrestled the overpacked bag out from under my bed and threw it over my shoulder. On a hot day, a fifteen minute walk felt like a half-hour. The point was about to become very moot however as Lisa pulled up alongside me in her little red car, Carol in the passenger seat.

“Aw crap !’ I yelled and ran as hard as I could. the pair climbed out of the vehicle with a shout and ran after me. I dumped the pack on the ground and kept running. I felt a hand brush my shoulder. I didn’t dare look back, dodged around a shade tree , leapt a shrub and kept running. Lisa and Carol were laughing. I sensed rather than saw Carol to the left of me, Lisa to the right.

I shuddering impact ended the race. Lisa was on top of me as we hit the ground, rolling, kicking, fighting. Lisa heaved me me bodily over her hip, pinning me to the ground. She crossed my arms over my breasts, trapping the wrists. Carol stood over us, sorely out of breath.

“Well, well Penny. ” she said when she had breath to speak,” Where were you going in such a hurry ?”

They got me to my feet and escorted me to the car. As Lisa stuffed me in the backseat, Carol went back and retrieved the backpack.

” Nerf guns, rope, duct tape, and enough panties here to gag an an army !!” she cried, shaking a fistful of the stuff in my face,” Some neutral territory. You were planning to ambush me inside the store, weren’t you ?”

I said nothing, crossed my arms and sat back in a bruised sort of huff.

“She won’t talk.” Lisa apprised.
“Then we’ll make her talk.” Carol said, with an evil grin.
“Sounds like fun to me.’ Lisa replied.

Carol and she got back in the car and we sped off.

We arrived at Carol’s house a few minutes later and they bundled me out of the car. Lisa retrieved the bag full of tying stuff I had thoughtfully provided them and they escorted me into the house and down into the basement. Sparing barely a glance at her mother, Carol pressed me down the stairs and into the workroom area, Lisa behind her.

Carol pushed me into a heavily made wooden chair her father had been rebuilding as Lisa turned and locked the door. She dumped the bag at my feet.

“Are you ready to talk ?” Carol asked haughtily .
“Nope.” I said flatly.
“Good,” Lisa said smiling,” I hate it when people make it easy.”

So they set to work. My wrists and elbows were tied to armrests. A broad coil of rope encircled my waist, pinning me back into the chair. A matching one crossed my shoulders. My knees and ankles were tightly fastened to their corresponding chair legs with fat demon knots.

“Don’t gag her just yet.’ Carol said,” I want her to be able to talk- for now.”
“Sure thing. What do you have in mind ?”
“Something nasty.” Carol replied with a dramatic flourish and dashed upstairs.

“You better talk, Penny.” Lisa advised.
“Is this good cop, bad cop now ?” I asked sarcastically, “You can forget it.”
“Very well. then you’ll have to deal with whatever torture Carol creates.”
“I’m trembling.” I snapped, rolling my eyes.

Carol came back with a big metal mixing bowl. There was a big clear plastic bag on the top, but she held it at such an angle I couldn’t tell what was inside.

“Blindfold her.”  Carol commanded with a sinister grin. I flinched at that. Lisa smiled as she saw my expression change, but nonetheless fetched a length of torn cloth from the stash and tied it tightly over my eyes. I heard the bowl clang off of the cold concrete floor.

I flexed uselessly, grumbling as they removed my shoes and socks one by one. The chair suddenly tipped back.

“What are you doing ?” I asked, gasping with fright. Instead of answering, they did it. A big drop of icy water hit the middle of my right foot and I gasped.

“Ve haf vays of making you talk.” Carol said in a goofy German accent. A fistful if cold ice scraped wetly across the bottom of my barefoot. I bit my lip, fighting the icy sensation crawling up my leg.

“Do we have your attention now, Penny ?” Lisa asked. I nodded.
“Then you’re going to tell us everything, aren’t you ?” she pressed. I shook my head resolutely no.

“Dammit !” Carol spat,” Maybe this will loosen you tongue ?” She wedged a piece of ice around my big toe and began dragging it slowly across the skin. A little moan escaped my lips but I remained silent.

“She can’t keep this up forever.” Lisa assured,” gimme some of that ice !” now there were two of them working over my feet with handfuls of cold wet ice, rubbing it over the more sensitive areas of my soles, the toes the ankles. Everywhere. the problem with this sort of ice torture is it tends to numbed the parts you want to torture, so the longer they went, the less I felt. After a few minutes I felt nothing but cold.

“This isn’t working.” Carol said disgustedly.
“So what you wanna do now ?” Lisa asked.
“I say we let her go.” I muttered in a high pitched voice.

Carol laughed,” You don’t get a vote in this, Penny.”

“Let’s get Erin !” Lisa said in a positively evil tone.

“Yeah, she hates to be ice tortured !” Carol said with a dreadful laugh,” Put Penny in quiet time, we’ll drive over to her house and bring her back.”

“What if she resists?” Lisa asked with glee.
“All the better.” Carol replied.

Quiet time meant gag time. Lisa brought out one of my own panties and bundled it up,” Open wide, Penny.” she instructed. I accepted the gag reluctantly and Lisa stuffed it up, sealing it with tape.

“Mmpph-frr-bemmmph.” I muttered (roughly translated- I’ll get you for this.) Lisa and Carol packed up the rest of the tying stuff Erin and I had intended for them then went off to capture Erin.

I spent about twenty minutes in worthless struggling when I heard something. It was upstairs. footsteps. I stopped wriggling around and waiting for Lisa and Carol to come back downstairs, with Erin in tow, but they never did. they seemed to be walking around, almost in circles.

I strained my ears to listen. the door upstairs creaked slowly open. I heard someone call softly, but it was too faint to understand them. They called again,” Penny…” almost so quietly I’d never hear them. Gagged, there was little I could do to draw the caller (whose voice I didn’t recognize).

Since the ropes were meant to keep me in the chair, it might help me move the darn thing. I shoved left and right, throwing all of my body weight behind it. First the chair shook, then quivered, finally it hopped- CLACK !!

“Penny ?” Erin called from above.
I kept shaking the chair- CLACK-CLACK !!

Feet pounded down the stairs and the door flew open. Erin gasped as she looked at me,” Criminy they didn’t want you to get away, did they ?” She removed the gag.

“Nope. Carol’s used her demon knots all over the place, you’ll never get me loose.”

Erin smiled as she removed and unfolded her jack-knife,” Oh ye of little faith.” she said shaking her head. She had just begun sawing through the ropes when we both heard the front door open and slam shut.

“Crap !” I cried,” They’re back already.”
“What do I do ?” erin gasped, panicking.
“Hide !” I yelped and she dashed off into the shadows.

“Uh, gag…” I called after her. Erin stopped, spun around took two steps back toward me. The door popped open and she ducked back in the shadows once more. Carol and Lisa walked in looking very unhappy.

“Erin wasn’t there.” Lisa said, frowning.
“Don’t know where she is.” Carol added.
“We tried the shop, tried the house and no sign of her.”
I bit my lip and said nothing.

“Looks like we got back in time though, Penny. You worked your gag loose.” Carol said.

“Loose ? More like totally off !” Lisa grabbed the discarded undies out of the crack between me and the chair and wadded it in her hand.

Carol’s eyes narrowed dangerously and she looked around,” Here kitty kitty, kitty.” she called with saccharine sweetness. She scanned the basement area, probing every nook and cranny. Lisa followed her lead and they began searching . Tied firmly in place, I could only crane my neck and watch with helpless dread. If I called to Erin, the jig was up. I hoped she had found a hiding spot sufficiently deep to avoid the girls’ efforts.

Lisa and Carol poked through every nook and cranny, flipped over every empty box and stabbed unter the cumbersome workbench with broomstick before they gave up their search and came back to deal with me. Carol untied my left wrist as Lisa, under her instruction, untied my right. I swallowed in a dry throat As I considered the possible horrors they could inflict on me. Carol’s demon knots were as strong and harsh as ever, so it was entirely feasible they could hold me prisoner for quite some time.

They had just begun to work on my feet when Erin detached herself from the shadows and crept silently behind them. She winked at me as she moved closer, pressing her finger to her lips as she bent near Lisa and deftly plucked the nerf pistol from her waistband !

“Hey !” Lisa cried, turning to stare down the yellow plastic barrel,”Oh boy.” she muttered. Carol dived behind my chair and fired a loose volley of shots around my left side. Erin, quick as ever, pulled Lisa into the line of fire.

“Augh !” Lisa took two hits and fell to the floor, feigning unconsciousness.
Erin ducked under the short-lived barrage. Carol’s gun clacked loudly, empty.

“Crap !” she threw the gun aside and pressed herself tightly behind the chair.

“C’mon out Carol.” Erin teased, trying to see around the chair,”One shot, nice and quick.”
“I don’t think so.” Carol said.
“You’re out of ammo and you don’t have a spare so just come on out.”
“Forget it, Red.” Carol spat.

It was a Mexican stand-off. Carol in hiding behind my chair ( to which I was still more or less tied) and Erin, gun in hand trying to coax her out for one hit. Lisa lay there, idly scratching her nose but otherwise obeying the rules.

“C’mon Carol !” she yelled, eyes closed,”This floor is dirty.”
Carol refused to budge.

I racked my brain for some way to end the standoff. Carol was stubborn, Erin was patient, Lisa was getting dirty and frankly I was tired of being tied to this chair. I planted my fett and shoved as hard as I could. Carol yelled and tumbled out of her crouch into Erin’s line of sight. She peppered her with three shots and Carol slumped to the floor unconscious.

Erin used her little knife to cut me loose and we collected our two prisoners.

“What you wanna do with them ” Erin asked,”Tie em to the post ?”
“Done that.” I said, looking around. There were no other chairs to tie Lisa to, so that left that out. I spotted a huge wooden box standing upright far to the left of where we were and grinned wickedly.

“What is it ?” Erin asked, eyes dancing.
“That !” I said and pointed.

An old wardrobe stood well in the back of the basement so we led them over to it. It was handmade,utilitarian really, fashioned from pine with twin sliding doors that met in the center. Inside, a single long iron bar ran just over shoulder height to hang clothes on. A wide shelf underneath was meant to serve for shoes and other misc items. Some loose piles of old clothes sat on the shelf and a few hangers jangled as we opened the doors. We removed them and motioned for Lisa and Carol to take their places.

“You can’t put us in there !” Carol cried.

“Yeah, it’s inhuman .” Lisa added.

“Right,’ Erin said sarcastically,”No more so than using those fancy-smancy knots to tie us up, not to mention kidnapping Penny and stealing MY new Metallica CD.”

“Well, you were the ones who wanted to get us inside your mom’s bookstore.” Lisa defended.

“That’s right” Carol affirmed,” You wanted to meet on neutral ground and set a trap instead.”

“That trap was my mother’s idea.” Erin said, eyes hard,” she was pretty teed-off that you two stole the same CD she had given to me for my birthday.”

“Your….mom ?” Carol whimpered.

“Yep. She wanted us to get you back in the worst way and volunteered her storage area in back in case you got frisky.”

“So which would you prefer,” I asked,” a little sojourn inside a wardrobe, or a lengthy term inside an old bookstore after hours.”

Lisa and Carol looked at each other.

“The wardrobe.” Lisa stated eagerly.

” Ditto.” Carol agreed,”Besides Penny, you two can’t tie for crap.”

” Oh really !!” We chorused.

Erin and I decided to avoid the ropes and go straight to the duct tape. As we finished each part, we would pass the roll back to the other. Crossing the girls’ hands over the metal bar we wrapped the wrists together with tape. There was about a quarter of an inch gap above their bound hands, forcing them to hold the bar, further inhibiting any movement. Next we taped their knees together then the ankles.We taped the toes of their sneakers together for added security.

Lisa and Carol squirmed, testing their restraints.

“This isn’t remotely fair.” Lisa grumbled, flexing in the tape.

” Didn’t they just sing this song ?” Erin asked over her shoulder as she finished taping Carol’s sneakered toes together.

“I believe so.” I said, with an evil grin,” Let’s gag them, nice and tight.”

“Oh come on, Penny.” Carol, complained fidgeting in her bonds,” this is too much.”

I dug out some more of my panties from the backpack and tossed them to Erin. She gathered them just as I crossed back over to where We had be tying Up Carol and Lisa.

A little wad of undies in each mouth, followed by a strip of cloth between the teeth, tightly tied behind their heads. Erin grinned, picked up the duct tape once more and smeared a single strip over their disbelieving mouths. For my part, I folded two wide strips of cloth into thick, muffling over the mouth pieces.

The girls protested as well as they could through their bi-level silencers as I crouched and pressed the third layer of their gags into place. Carol, turned her head this way and that, trying to avoid the final part of her gagging. Erin grabbed her head and held her still as I pulled the ends of the thick cloth around her head and tied them snugly together.

With Carol quieted, Lisa surrendered but remained defiant. Her eyes said it all,”I’ll get you for this.” I tied the third part of her gag in place tightly around her head. With our captives soundly trussed and gagged, Erin and I got up to leave.

Lisa and Carol eyed us frantically, twisting their taped hands over their heads, tossing their heavily gagged faces back and forth, bumping the walls of their prison.

I had a wicked idea, and charged upstairs without a word. I returned later with a large familiar looking metal bowl in my hands. lisa and CArol struggled frantically to avoid their fate. The wooden double doors ground together a few moments later, sealing the two squirming captives in darkness, to silently contemplate the cold wetness of the ice stuffed inside their tops.

Erin and I went back upstairs to Carol’s room and retreived all of the stolen stuff, including her treasured Cd. We walked out of the house giggling. We got perhaps half way to her house when she suddenly reached for her waistband.

“What is it ?”

“Crap, I left my knife downstairs in the basement.”

“Left ? ” I asked suspiciously.

“Okay , more like stuck it in Carol’s top when you weren’t looking. I wanted to give them a chance. we had them pretty good, y’know ?”

“Believe me, Erin. If there’s a hope of getting out of that closet, Carol will find it, with or without your help.”

We walked on to her house, happy we had won the day.

Meanwhile, down in Carol’s basement, a metal bar clanged on the concrete floor. It had been shoved through the open hole in the left side of the wardrobe by someone inside it. A fingernail pried and pushed a little gap open before fingertips pressed the right hand door all the way open.

Carol threw herself out of the wardrobe, wrists crossed and taped in front of her, mouth gagged heavily. She plucked a folding knife out of her soaking wet top and cut the tape binding her feet and legs before she cut her hands free. She untied and peeled the layers of gag from her angry face then opened the other side of her former prison. She carefully cut Lisa out of her restraints.

The girls sat there, grimacing, gulping air, rubbing the kinks out from their ordeal.

“How did you know about that wardrobe ? ” Lisa asked,” I thought we’d never get loose.”

“Are you kidding ? My uncle built it, he used to tie me up inside it all the time. That bar’s always been loose enough to work free. that and stupid Erin stuck this knife on me. Guess she felt sorry for us.”

“Well, Their long gone by now.” Lisa observed,”but I’d love to pay them back for this anyway.”

“I know, but we can afford to be patient. We’ll wait for a while.”

Captivepenny edited: Kidnapping Carol


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?”

“Of course…”

“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.”

“Name one!”

“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.

She nodded.

“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.
“Hello?”

“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…”

“Uhhh, Penny..”

“What?”

“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!”
“Very well.”

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.

“Satisfied ?”
“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.
“No!”
“Yes!”
“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?”
“Well, yeah.”

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?”
“Sure.”

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.

The End.

Caught Snooping

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!”

“Yes doctor.”
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.
We nodded.
“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.”

The End

Captivepenny edited: Coup Detat


It was on a particularly muggy July night when the front door of a lovely four bedroom home opened then slammed shut once more. It opened again, clumsily and a cute blonde girl stumbled onto the porch. She was 13 at the oldest, dressed in a dorm shirt, blue panties and little white ankle socks that were progressively getting dirtier under current conditions. Her hands were bound behind her back with gray adhesive tape. The same sort of tape also sealed her mouth with another pair of her panties in her mouth. They herded their young hostage into the back of a metallic purple van with tinted windows. One joined her in the back while the other assumed the driver’s seat. Jodi managed a faint groan of protest before the doors slammed shut and the van sped off.

Upstairs, inside the house her older sister Lisa struggled on her bedroom floor. Like Jodi, she too had been bound and gagged with adhesive tape and her own clean panties in her mouth. The girls who had attacked them had put Lisa in a fairly compact hog-tie using what felt like miles of duct tape.

Jodi looked over her shoulder at her two masked captors. They were older girls, taller. Under normal circumstances, friends but these were not normal circumstances. The attack had come without warning. Lisa and Jodi had spent most of the night watching TV and decided to turn in early. While Lisa got ready for bed, Jodi headed downstairs to lock the front door. Their parents were out for the whole night and they always insisted the girls keep the house secure.

There was a tapping sound at the screen door. Jodi opened it peered out. They were dressed head to toe in black, their ski masks in one hand, heavy bags at their waist. Jodi smiled.

“What are you two doing here this late ?”

“We’re here to kidnap you.”

“Not tonight, okay ? I’m kinda tired .”

“Ah, c’mon it’ll be fun .”

“Not tonight, tomorrow okay ?”

“We’ll get your sister in trouble…” the one on the right offered.

“How so ?”

“Imagine trying to explain why you’re all tied up and your baby sister is missing.”

Jodi grinned impishly,” Okay sure tie me up.”

That was the last coherent thing Jodi said before she was escorted back upstairs, with her mouth taped, an additional blinfold that to ensure she couldn’t identify her two captors to her sister.

Lisa felt a thrill of genuine terror to see her sister gagged and being guided upstairs by two ominously silent girls in black ski masks until one of them presented her with a loaded nerf pistol. She waved for Lisa to stand up. With a suppressed annoyance, Lisa got to her feet and raised her hands. The one not holding the gun moved forward, grabbed Lisa’s hands one by one and began taping them solidly together behind her back. Lisa winced as she felt the pull tight against her skin.

“So what’s the game this time, Charlotte ?”

Silence. They presented her with a 3×5 card with note on it.

“I see, very funny. But there’s a problem with that, you see she has to be home in the morning when mom and dad get back.”

The one taping her hands had moved to her arms, encircling her arms and torso in tight constraining bands of silver tape. Another card was held up in front of her face.

Lisa twisted in her restraints. By now it was too late though, her hands and arms were rendered useless by the tape. The second kidnapper helped push Lisa on her knees on the floor and while the one taped her feet and knees together, the other applied a tape gag over Lisa’s panty-filled mouth. A second layer was added to make her truly silent while they compressed her into a fairly potent duct tape hog-tie. Once Lisa was secured, they took Jodi with them without uttering another word.

Some fairly diligent struggling had snapped the bands holding Lisa’s hands close to her feet, leaving her still bound at hands, feet arms and legs. Lisa rolled around in the dark, inching her strictly bound body over toward the bed. underneath was her box of tying stuff and a pair of scissors were wedged in the top. lisa got her legs under the bed and after a few minutes wriggling, she got her knees around the box and pulled her feet toward her butt.

The box caught on the bed frame the slid out from under it. Lisa kicked the box viciously, knocking it sideways. She got her toes under the lid and flipped it across the room. A sliver of moonlight caught the gleam of sharp steel. Lisa flipped rolled and pressed herself backward, scrabbling for the scissors.

Her index finger hooked an oblong of of metal and she dragged it toward her. After a bit of fidgeting, she had the scissors in place and began the slow delicate process of clipping herself loose.

Meanwhile Jodi sat in the back of a moving van tautly bound and gagged. Her feet were taped together now and a few wraps of tape added to her torso, pinning her arms at her sides. Jodi squirmed around as the van rolled on down the road and made a sharp turn. By the lights coming across the windshield, Jodi sensed they were headed toward the highway. the vehicle lurched up a ramp, paused and made another turn. A figure in the dark slid into her, mmphing quietly around her panty gag. Whoever it was they must have been wearing a whole lot of gag because they barely made a sound even when they were close enough for her to hear.

A street light illuminated the scene. There were two other girls sitting on the floor bound with tape. Like Jodi, they were dressed for bed, unlike her however each wore what looked like a pillowcase over their heads which was fixed under their chins with big safety pins. A wide fat lump above the tight fitting cloth suggested the heavy gags silencing the two prisoners.

Jodi made a querying noise at her captor in the back of the van, who said nothing but instead readied a similar pillowcase for her head. Jodi launched herself back, shaking her head, but the girl simply grabbed her ankle and dragged her back. She twisted Jodi around into her lap and stuffed the pillowcase over her head.

‘You’ve seen enough kid.” the girl said curtly as she brought the fabric together and pinned it under Jodi’s chin. Hooded and gagged, Jodi was pushed alongside the other hostages as the van moved steadily on.

Lisa wrenched the last of the tape off and untied her gag. She peeled off the layer of tape underneath and spat out the panties. she moved quickly to the window, grimacing. Nothing out there. she had faintly heard a vehicle pull away so either they left by foot and it was a coincidence or they had a get away car.

Lisa stuffed herself into a skirt, pantyhose and a t-shirt and put on her sneakers. She loaded her nerf gun and packed some extra loads in a small fanny pack. It had taken about fifteen minutes for her to get loose so Jodi’s kidnappers had more than a little head start. She charged down the stairs and out the door.

Lisa checked her watch. Kidnapping Jodi so late at night had all but eliminated using the phone to find out who took her, so Lisa determined to employ a bit of catburgulary to investigate. It was still summer so late night visits between friends were expected more or less. Since her friends all lived within a few blocks of each other, travelling by night would also not be viewed as suspicious by the authorities.

Lisa pressed off toward Asha’s house which was closer and all lit up like a Christmas tree. there were no cars in the drive, which meant that at least most of the family was out. Lisa hoped Asha was still home as she picked up a small stone off the ground and hurled it at her window. Lisa did so again. And again. Nothing.

Lisa slipped quietly up to the door and knocked. There was no answer so she popped the door open and looked around. There was no one home, but she heard music coming from Asha’s upstairs bedroom. with s inking feeling, Lisa climbed the stairs carefully, silently. The music got louder as she got close to Asha’s closed bedroom door. Lisa put her hand on the panel and felt the volume hammering on the opposite side. She gripped the knob gently and turned it.

Lisa peered around the corner to find her friend struggling bound and gagged on her bed. Asha had been tied spread-eagle, a thick whit cloth tied over her mouth. The volume on the stereo had been turned sky-high so that the pictures practically shook off the walls. Lisa quickly turned the music down and ran to Asha’s side. The pretty blonde mmphed emphatically around her gag. Lisa pulled off the outer cloth and revealed a second gag layer of duct tape underneath. Lisa carefully removed the tape. Asha wet her lips, gasping for breath.

“It’s a trap !” she cried.

Lisa felt rather than heard the board creak behind her moment before a yellow plastic baseball bat slapped the back of her head.

Lisa looked over her shoulder at the dark clad girl behind her and collapsed on the floor. By the rules, she had been knocked unconscious and had to play the part. The girl behind her stepped forward to re-gag Asha.

“It’s Pen-mpph.’ Asha garbled just before new duct tape could be pressed over her mouth. the second layer of gag was tied back in place. Asha growled, shaking her bound hands in frustration.

“Who talked you into this, Penny? Was it Charlette ?”
The figure moving refused to answer but stepped behind her instead.

“Where’s my sister ?” Lisa dared to ask.

“Shhhh…” the masked girl rasped as she pulled a short coil of rope out of the back of her belt. Lisa’s hands were pulled behind her back and tied firmly together. A silky light blue scarf was tied across her mouth. Her new captor pulled her up to her feet and pressed her back against the bedpost by Asha’s feet. She dug out another piece of rope and wrapped it around Lisa’s waist and torso. She made a knot over her left shoulder. Lisa pulled, shaking the bed but failing to move the ropes.

With Lisa and Asha captured, the figure strolled over the stereo and turned the volume up again. She waved farewell to the struggling pair and left them to their thoughts.
Jodi felt the van come to a halt. A door opened and closed. Her captors giggled.
“Did you get her ?”
“Yep. Tied her to the bed and gagged her with the music up as loud as it will go. If they don’t get out…”
“They ?”
“Dammit, Lisa must have pried her way out of that duct tape !”
“Yeah, she came in for the big rescue, so I hid in Asha’s closet and clopped her over the head with that hollow bat she has in there. Asha tried to tell her it was Penny doing it, so I gagged her again to make it look real. Lisa probably bought it.’

“Good. So who’s next ?”
“Oh like you don’t know.” the driver said.
The other girls laughed.
” Right, right.”

” So what do you want to do with these three ?”
” Ah, we’re saving them for the grand finale.”
” Which is ?”
” Wouldn’t you like to know ?”

The van rolled on.

Lisa twisted herself left and right trying to pull her hands loose from the ropes. Asha flexed, arching her back, tugging mightily  but failed to loosen anything. Lisa found a center knot just over her right wrist and fumbled at it. Penny or whoever had tied them up had made a mistake she could profit from. Lisa reversed strategy and pressed her wrist tightly together trying to squeeze another millimeter of slack from the ropes.

The knot drooped down just barely and lisa hooked her index fingernail into it and began the slow process of working it apart. For such a cunning trap, this was a pretty simple escape. Obviously whoever was behind this whole mess was trying to blow their cover and reveal the games. Lisa grunted in frustration as the knot held.

The van stopped. Feet shuffled. A door was opened. Someone to the left of her shrieked into her gag as she was lifted to her feet and escorted out of the van. There was a second muffled outcry before gloved hands gripped her shoulders and directed her out of the van. With the pillowcases over their heads, Jodi and the others could only guess at their location. A dog barked crazily in the distance. Their captors pulled the girls up a slope and a sidewalk before pressing them against a brick wall.

Hurried footsteps. Scuffling sounds.

“It’s all clear, Charlotte’s alone.”

The three girls laughed with evil anticipation.

“The coup de tat.” one of them said.

Jodi recognized Debra’s voice.

” You two get up inside the house and I’ll hold them here. After you’ve grabbed Charlette, let me know. I’ll bring them up and we’ll have a regular rope and gag festival !”

The other two chuckled in the base of their throats before they trotted of. A door was pressed quietly open. Debra herded her captives into a shadowy corner to await the sign.
Lisa untied Asha’s gag and peeled the duct tape off. She got the girl untied in record time,” So Penny tied you up ?”

“I think so. I just saw some blonde hair.”
“That could be Carol or hell, even Jodi for all we know.”
“You mean she’s caught up in this too ?”
“The first one kidnapped. They tied me up and took her.”
“As far as we know, she’s the first.”
“What do you mean as far as we know?”
“Well assuming Penny wasn’t the one who got to me, how do we know where she is ?”

Two dark clad girls forced Charlotte and I to our knees. Our hands were already bound behind us with duct tape, our feet likewise bound together as well. They had come in like catburgulars. I had just finished in the bathroom when a small hand clamped over my mouth in the dark, stifling my startled shriek. I was pinned against a wall so my hands could be taped behind me and then forced into Charlotte’s room.

“Look out !!’ I cried as my captors sprang at her. She put up a hell of a fight before they tackled her, pinned her on the bed and taped her wrists behind her back. They pulled our heads back one by one and layered red duct tape over our mouths. Charlette shook free of their grip and landed on her butt on the floor. She launched an angry double kick at them. They laughed. Judging by the voices it had to be Charlotte’s cousins, Brianna and Sara.

One of them flicked the lights on and off. Debra, outside and down below saw the flashing lights and began escorting Jodi and the other captives up inside the house. I heard the slow shuffling steps and tensed immediately. The door flicked open and in walked three bound prisoners with pillowcases pinned over their heads. They were well-tied with tape. Their escort pressed them each into a sitting position on the floor which they achieved clumsily. The captives moaned behind their gags.

Our captors looked at each other giggling.

” Should I ?” Debra teased.

She went to each captive and unpinned the pillowcases. She removed them one by one with flourish revealing Carol, Jodi and (to my shock) Angela. The girls blinked at the sudden light, surveying their new situation. Angela and Carol were gagged quite tightly with with circles of layered gauze around their heads, taped in place on the right or left cheek. The gauze pressed so tightly, their cheeks were flushed. Jodi had a thickly folded white cloth tied over her mouth. It wasn’t nearly so tight as the other girls but it was just as silencing.

We were herded together at the base of Charlette’s bed so were were easier to keep an eye on. Debra, Brianna and Sara removed their hoods. They taped our feet together, literally. Mine were taped with Jodi to my right and Charlette to my left. Angela and Carol had their feet taped to each other as well. Debra folded two of the pillowcases and tied them over Charlette’s and mine’s taped mouths. Charlette muttered something ugly at her.

” Shut up, Charlette.” Debra said, kicking her feet. Charlette flexed her bound hands behind her back, the tape creaked but didn’t give an inch. She was mad as hell but helpless to do anything about it.

“Do we have anymore duct tape ?” Brianna asked, ” Let’s get them really taped up.”

Gagged protests and angry struggles all around at that suggestion.

“I’m sure Charlette has some more in her collection.” Sara said.

Brianna went to Charlette’s cache of tying stuff and started digging around. She tossed out one… two… three fat rolls of silver gray tape onto the floor at our feet. Debra and the other girls laughed as their bound hostages squirmed fitfully on the floor, swapping desperate looks.

Lisa ran back to Asha looking upset.
” What’s up ?”
” Penny isn’t home. Her mom said she was spending the night at Charlette’s house.”
” So she is behind this.” Asha cried.
” Maybe, but there’s something interesting. She said Brianna came looking for her around 9 or so tonight.”
” Brianna ? Charlette’s cousin ? ”
” Yeah, it must have been Bree and Sara who nailed Jodi and me tonight.’
” So who got me ? I mean if they were looking to kidnap Penny at 9 from here, and she was at Charlette’s this whole time, that means she couldn’t have been at my house to tie me up.”
“Yeah, well look at it logically. We know that Bree and Sara are in on it. You said you saw blonde hair…”
“Think I saw blonde hair.”

” Whatever, blonde hair which leads me to Carol.”
” But Carol likes to use rope and she’d never make a mistake to let you escape like she did.’
” Unless she wanted us to escape.”
” True, but..”
” Beats me then, let’s get the guns and get over to Charlette’s”
” Sure sure.”

Lisa hopped in the car and they sped back to her house.
At Charlette’s, there were four girls lying at the foot of her bed partially mummified in duct tape from the shoulders down. We made them work for it though. Sara and Bree sat rubbing bruises here and there from well-placed kicks. There was so much tape it was hard to tell where one of us began and the other ended. The only thing that differentiated us were four bobbing, twisting half-faces over tight heavy white gags. The tape popped and squeaked with every move (what little movement was left to us.)

Debra tore off the last of the tape securing my feet to Charlette and Jodi’s. she tossed the spent roll over on the floor, looked at us and smirked,” I suppose you’re all wondering why we brought you here today.” she started with a dreadful laugh.

Lisa and Asha moved quietly around Charlotte’s house. There were hardly any lights on inside and there was metallic purple van parked in the drive. That meant Charlotte’s cousins were involved too, whether as captors or hostages would be determined when they got inside. They crept around to the back side of the hose. Asha made her way over to the cellar door and tried the knob. it was unlocked.

The girls went inside and hit their flashlights. Lisa shined her beam here and there blazing a trail to the inside basement door. If the door was locked, they’d have to try their assault from he front door and that was a losing proposition. Charlotte and her cousins knew the house too well and if they were in collaboration, they’d capture them pretty quickly.

“Lisa, over here.” Asha called softly from the back.
“What is it ?”
“Just come here.” she hissed.

Lisa made her way to where Asha was. Asha directed her maglight’s beam toward a large grey steel panel and smiled. It was the fuse box. Lisa popped it open and began reading the chart inside.

“It’s a revolution and we’re taking over.” Brianna said, breaking Debra’s dramatic speech. Debra glared at her angrily.

“Well it is.” Brianna returned coldly.
“Yeah but I wanted to tell them.” Debra snapped.
“So tell them.”

Debra looked at her. Her thunder was effectively stolen as she repeated the words. The prisoners looked at each other uncertainly. What did this have to do with us ? If they wanted to assume control of the games, all they had to do was capture Charlotte and make her kowtow to them. But instead they decided to capture almost everyone.

“Every time we’re doing what Charlotte wants when Charlotte wants and there are some of us who are sick of it. Be we needed to make a statement. We had to prove our superiority over the old regime. So we decided to kidnap everyone, something Charlotte would never think of doing.”

Charlotte shook her head. Whether to disapprove of her captivity or to disagree I can’t be sure.

” But we’ll put it up to a vote. If you want us in charge. I’ll point to you and you’ll nod. If you don’t agree, then you’ll shake your head no.”

“But if you decide to vote against us,” Sara warned,” We’ll take you up to the cabin by the lake and keep you there until you change your mind.”

“And you’ll be tied up every second you’re there.” Brianna added.

“That wasn’t part of the plan.” Debra said angrily,” We’re just going to humiliate them, remember?”
“That was the old plan.” Brianna said.
“Well I don’t like it.” Debra said hotly.
“But we do.” Sara replied.

Sara and Brianna tackled Debra and wrestled her to the floor. They laughed, cussed and fought. Debra had the upper hand for a few precious moments before Brianna put some sort of vulcan-malachi nerve pinch move on her and forced her to put her hands behind her back. Sara grabbed some rope and tied Debra’s hands at the small of her back. Debra screamed and kicked her feet.

“What the hell is going on up there ?” Lisa said when the faint thumps reached her ears.
“Who cares, just throw the switch.”

They tossed Debra bound and gagged at our feet. She was far from happy. She made some ugly sounding noises at the two girls just as the lights went out.

“What the hell ?” Sara gasped.

Brianna and Sara froze, then scrambled for their guns. One of them tripped and fell in the dark. The door opened and feet pounded down the hall. There was some hurried conversation in the hall, but it was too far away to hear. All we could do was sit there struggling in our semi-cocoon and await the newest outcome to our captivity.

I surmised it had to be either Lisa or Asha who had put the lights out since they were the only two of the bunch who wasn’t taped and tied up. I heard some footsteps and the occasional crash. Charlette winced.

I heard girls laughing and yelling.
Sara cried out, “Dammit!!”

It was dead silent then the lights came back on. There were four sets of feet making their way up the stairs. We tensed and waited.

Sara and Brianna walked in, hands tied behind them, bandanas tied over their mouths. Asha and Lisa were right behind them, guns leveled at the prisoners’ backs. They made them kneel on the floor ankles crossed like in some military movie.

” Someone call for a rescue team ?” Lisa asked brightly.

Lisa cut us loose from all that tape and set us free from out individual bonds and gags. Angela and Carol rubbed their jaws in disbelief at having been so tightly, totally gagged for so long. They had to drink a lot of water before they could talk above a whisper.

“So they weren’t out to expose us, they just wanted to take over the games ?” Lisa asked after we told them the story. Debra, Sara and Brianna decided that neither Lisa nor Asha would go along with the takeover so they thought it best to humiliate them by leaving them tied and gagged so they could be found later by their parents. However Sara and Brianna came up with the idea of taking us to the cabin for re-education on their own. Debra didn’t want to got along with that idea, so they turned on her.

“So what do you want to do with them?” Asha asked.
Charlottelaughed fiendishly.

The next morning was bright and sunny. Charlotte called me and asked if I could possibly arrange for a weekend away from the house. I found that mom and Dad were more than anxious to get me out of the house and I told her it would be fine.

When I got there, Asha, Lisa , Carol and Angela were there tossed their bags inside the back of the van. I heard a slight moan as Carol threw her bag inside with a vengeance. They waved at me.

“Jeeze is everyone going ?” I asked.
“Yep.” Charlotte replied from her perch on top, strapping a big box in place on the roof.
“So what did Sara and Brianna say when you asked to borrow the van ?”
“Oh nothing really. After all, they owe me.”

Lisa and the others giggled, exchanging weird looks.
“What?” I asked.
They didn’t answer me.
“What ?” I demanded.

Asha made a come hither gesture and pointed inside the van. I walked over and looked inside. Sara, Brianna and Debra sat tied and gagged in swimsuits, half-buried under all the luggage.

“Oh this is going to be one hell of a trip.” I said.

Captivepenny edited: Detective Hammond Strikes out


‘Twas a dark and stormy night….. Actually it was a warm and sunny pre-fall afternoon, but who wants to read that as the first line in a story ?

‘Twas a dark and stormy night and Doctor Charlotte Webb, villainess extraordinaire, cackled with particularly fiendish glee as her henchlings secured two struggling captives inside the closet of a huge abandoned mansion. The girls were young, pretty and defiant even as they stood there in their slips and pantyhose, hands bound with rope.

The mad doctor exhorted his goons to tie them tighter, to that end they tied the girls’ hands over the closet bar then tied their knees and ankles together. They bound the hostages together at the waist so they stood back to back unable to help each other.

“There you are me proud beauties,” the Doctor purred venomously,” that should hold you until your fathers pay the ransom I’ve demanded.”

“You’ll never get away with this !” cried Penny Pendergast, daughter of Vincent Pendergast a wealthy oil magnate. ” My father will have your heads !”

“My father will hunt you down like dogs !” added Carol Crystalheart, daughter of Cavanaugh Crystalheart, the diamond merchant. ” Detective Lisa Hammond will get you !!”

The evil doctor leered at her two bound captives, ” I wouldn’t waste time waiting for the good detective to save you. My assistants have already taken care of her.”

Back at Hammond Investigations, Lisa Hammond struggled bound, gagged and tied to her desk chair, staring straight into the merciless face of a time-bomb that was winding itself down to zero. She had gotten maybe 5 steps inside her office when the goons jumped her and played a duet on her skull with billyclubs.

Lisa planted her feet firmly and kicked out, pushing the rolling chair hard into the little table by her desk. A tiny vase on top of it wobbled, but didn’t fall. She did it again and again. the vase tottered off the edge and smashed into a thousand pieces on the floor.

“Dammit Hammond,” Debra Duche snapped,” My mother bought me that vase !” The pretty secretary stood framed in the office doorway, entirely too long, a fact that the trussed up detective tried to make known past the layers of cloth tied over her mouth.

Debra crossed the room, got a broom and dustpan and calmly swept up the fragments as her erstwhile boos grunted around her gag, nodding desperately in the direction of the bomb squatting on her desk.

” I swear sometimes I don’t know why I put up with you sometimes.” she said wearily, dumping the bits into the trash can,” After all, I have feelings too, y’know ?”

Lisa let out a long plaintive moan. Debra looked at her, followed the jerking head toward the desk, saw the package of wired TNT and promptly fainted.

Doctor Webb stood on the balcony and watched a plume of flame rip the sky. She set down her binoculars and smiled,” So much for Detective Hammond.”

Penny and Carol winced at the sudden light intruding into their prison. Doctor Webb smirked at her two squirming prisoners as they stood there tautly bound and gagged. The pretty girls mmphed quietly behind their gags, tugging at the ropes.

‘Ah poor little girls,’ she purred,” Detective Hammond has had a rather explosive accident. Now no one can save you.” The girls mmphed in feverish protest as their captor closed the door once more.

“Dammit Hammond, I liked that office. ” Debra Duche said beating the dust from he battered pillbox hat, ” Was it absolutely necessary that you blow it up ?”

“If that bomb hadn’t gone off, Doctor Webb would have sent more goons to finish us off. She shouldn’t notice that it exploded a little later than it was set for. She’s probably busy dealing with her new cash cows.”

“I thought they locked her up in the loony bin after she kidnapped those two society dames.”

“They did. She escaped and kidnapped them again. The Doc hates unfinished business.”

“So why did she come after you ?”

“Because I busted her the last time, remember ? she wants me dead so this scheme can go off without a hitch.”

“And now you are dead.”

“Or so they think. The Doc will believe I’m dead, so now I can go after her and save those girls. She won’t suspect a thing.”

“I better go with you. Those goons jumped you pretty quick, ya know.”

“But this time they won’t know I’m coming. I’ll pick them off one by one, then I’ll deal with the Doctor.”

“So you want me to just hold down the office ?”

“Ha-ha. just lay low and wait for my call.”
Debra rolled her eyes, ” Sure whatever boss.”
“Good girl. Well I’m off.”

Detective Hammond leapt into her car and sped off. She pulled her hat down another notch and set her teeth grimly. The thought of that mad doctor holding those two innocent girls hostage filled her with angry resolve. Win or lose, Doctor Webb’s reign of terror would end tonight.

Hammond pressed the accelerator down harder as she drove down a country highway toward the Doctor’s last known hideout. She might have been an evil genius, but she was also predictable. this whole crime centred around her completing the failed abduction, so it was more than likely that she’d return to the exact same locations.

Last time the good doctor had his minions kidnap the girls right out of their bedrooms as they were getting ready for bed. Some chloroformed rags clamped over startled mouths had made them more pliable to being bound hand and foot and lowered out the window to a waiting vehicle. Once secured in the car trunk, the girls were taken to an old mansion on the south edge of town.

The house had been a centre of local legend. Everything from UFO sightings to cannibalistic ritual sex murders had supposedly taken place there at one time or another. The people in the area avoided the house like the plague, so it was perfect for holding two frightened socialites captive.

Detective Hammond urged her roadster to greater speed….

Penny and Carol struggled helplessly, futilely. The ransoms had arrived by a special courier, now since executed by the Doctor’s thugs, who no longer had any use for them. They were untied, except for their hands and escorted from their closet prison down into the cellar in the bowels of the mansion.

It was low roofed and dank, with cobwebs and a musty sour odour that seemed to crawl up their noses. The girls were forced across the hard dirt floor and made to lay down on two low wooden benches. the goons brought our fresh ropes and began tying them down tightly. Doctor Webb crossed the room to a dark corner and wheeled a dark grey device over close to where they were being bound.

” Relax, dear ladies.” The Doctor soothed,” Soon your troubles will be over. I’ve attached a timer to this device. Once we have made our escape, it will activate, filling this room with a deadly gas. If it’s any consolation to you, it’s allegedly painless.”

The girls fought the ropes pinning them, moaning and struggling for all their worth. It was less than useless, they had been securely fastened in this death trap. The goon binding Carol made a final knot.

“Excellent, no go gather my ransom and prepare the car. I want to be gone in less than five minutes.”

“Sure thing boss.” the thug replied and headed upstairs. Detective Hammond smacked the back of the goon’s head the moment it came into view. the goon collapsed into her arms and she dragged her into the kitchen. Lisa grabbed a coil of rope off the floor and tied the henchwoman hand and foot. She then pulled off her scarf, folded it into a thick band and tied it over the girl’s mouth.

“One down, two to go.” the detective whispered, patting her unconscious captive on the back. Lisa hefted her pistol, readied another coil of rope and a gag and hide herself once more.

Doctor Webb paced and glanced at the cellar door. Her assistant should have been back before now. The other goon looked at her nervously.

“You want me to check it out , Boss ?”

The doctor’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her two struggling captives, lying bound on their benches.

“Yes, why don’t you go do that …”

Lisa started as she heard the slow steady tread lurching up the cellar stairs. The pressed herself against the wall, the gun raised high to smash the goon’s skull. they came slowly, cautiously. Did the Doctor suspect something ?

Hammond risked a peek around the corner and saw the derby hat and trench coat. She slipped back and waited. The figure came through the door and around the corner. Lisa’s gun came down…

The girl slumped to the floor, her hat tumbling across the wood floor, revealing long blonde hair over an ugly purple bruise where the gun hit . A white cloth had been tied over her mouth, her hands were bound, hidden by the folds of the trench coat. Penny Pendergast lay unconscious at her feet.

Lisa raised her hands as the gun cocked behind her head. The real goon relieved her of her pistol and ordered the stunned detective back downstairs. Doctor Webb smirked at her as she entered the cellar at gun point. Carol whimpered under her gag.

“Well, well, well Detective Lisa Hammond “unkilled” by the time bomb.”

“Doctor Webb,” Lisa said evenly,” I knew you were behind all this. So why kidnap the same girls ? There are plenty of kids out there with rich parents for you to pilfer.”

“I’m well aware of that, but I hate unfinished business. These little hussies got away from me and YOU got me committed to an insane asylum. You kept me from my rightful money last time Detective, so now I’m getting even.”

” You’re a f@#@ing lunatic Doctor Webb.”

Doctor Webb froze, glaring at her with venomous hatred,” Tie the Detective to Penny’s bench. Make the ropes excruciatingly tight.”

Lisa laid own on the bench as she was ordered and put her hands together in front of her. No sense putting Carol in danger. the goon worked quickly; winding ropes, knotting them, repeating the performance. In moments the detective found herself helplessly tied alongside the girl she was trying to save.

“Comfortable ?” the Doctor asked lightly,” Good, then you can share these tramps fate. I’m going to gas you all !!”

“You’re still a lunatic doctor, whether we’re alive or dead !”
“GAG HER !!” the doctor shrilled.

The goon took out a white pair of panties from her pocket, folded it and stuffed Lisa’s mouth. The Detective garbled something angry at her, fidgeting in her bonds.

“Now go bring Penny back down here and see what happened to the other one. I want to be on the road in seconds.” the doctor ordered. The goon nodded and trotted upstairs. She returned with Penny over one shoulder and dumped her unceremoniously on her belly on the floor. she tied the still unconscious girl’s hands behind her back, bound her ankles and secured the gag.

Doctor Webb set the timer for six minutes and pressed a button. The machine leaped to life.

“There. I’ll leave you three to your gaseous end. If the idea of slowly suffocating to death seems too cruel, just take deep cleansing breaths. Good-bye forever, Detective !!!”

Doctor Webb laughed throatily and ran upstairs, slamming the door behind her. Lisa and Carol wriggled inside the ropes holding them, finding little purchase. Lisa twisted her hands back and forth inside the fat coils of rope. The goon had followed the Doctor’s orders too well however. Minutes ticked by.

The machine kicked into higher gear, a trickle of white gas rolled out, pooled on the floor and spilled out in all directions. A thick tendril of deadly fumes slithered across the dirt toward Penny.

The semi-conscious girl wrinkled her nose at the heavy sickly sweet odour. She moaned quietly behind her gag, hands flexing behind her back. Penny’s eyes flickered to life. The girl saw the fiendish gas flowing toward her and tried to jerk herself upright. The effort slapped her back down hard onto the floor, forcing air from her lungs. Instintively, the girl took in a deep breath and started choking.

The machine opened up full, blasting a fat cone of white doom across the floor. Penny moaned pitifully, trying to wrench herself upright, away from the floating, sliding death coming to embrace her.

the door flew open, feet pounded down the stairs. Lisa and Carol craned their heads in that direction. Debra duche stood framed in the doorway, pillbox hat tilted jauntily to one side, a gun in her right hand.

“Bet you’re glad I didn’t lie low aren’t you, Boss ?”

Doctor Webb and her goons sat bound and gagged against the far wall of the kitchen, looking more than a little unhappy. The bags of ransom money lay piled at their feet. Doctor Webb kicked one of the bags across the floor. The heroes laughed.

“How did you know where to find me ?” Lisa asked her secretary who sat filing her nails.

“Oh I hid in the trunk of you car. Once you went inside the house, i just followed you in.”

“And you didn’t let me know ?”

“Oh like you’d bother to notice me!”

“So anyway, ” Penny threw in,” could you tell us about the rescue ?”

” Sure thing, doll. I was hiding in the kitchen pantry when the boss here drags one of the Doctor’s goons in and ties her up, nice and tight. She’s waiting for the next one, but it ain’t her it’s Miss Pendergast dressed up like her, but the boss doesn’t see it and hits her anyway.”

“That part I remember.’ Penny said, rubbing the lump on her forehead.

“Sorry about that, kid.” Lisa said.

“No problem, Hammond I’ll just deduct my medical bills from your reward money.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“So anyway, the boss gets captured, right ? So I figured I’d wait and see if that wacky doctor would check on her other goon. Lo and behold, she sends up the other one. After she took Miss Pendergast downstairs she came up once more to untie her friend and I just beaned her over the head. The doctor came up afterwards and I nailed her too.”

“So what took you so long ? We could have suffocated down there.”

“Well i had to tie them up nice and tight so they wouldn’t get away…”

“And..” Carol asked.

“And I had to make an appropriately dramatic entrance.”

“Oh…. you… imposssible….” Lisa sputtered.

The authorities were summoned and Doctor Webb and her cohorts were arrested and put in maximum security. Detective Hammond got a fat reward from the girls’ fathers (minus Penny’s medical bills, she wasn’t kidding) and Debra Duche got a fat raise and her name added to the new office glass.

Captivepenny edited: Jodi’s Journey


So I edited it. In any case, it’s almost impossible to find the original story with has typos–fixed here.

“What the hell are you doing ?”

Perhaps the six deadliest words that can be uttered when you are sitting tied back to back with the older sister of the girl who just said them. But that was the situation I was in. Lisa and I were tied pretty tightly back to back, our arms around each other, gagged with matching blue bandanas around our lips and our mouths stuffed with something very private. Jodi, her younger sister stood framed in the doorway, staring in disbelief.

It had all began rather innocently. Lisa, Charlotte and I were hanging out in Lisa’s room when Charlotte began digging around in Lisa’s CD collection.

“So, did you get that new Christina Aguilera album ?”

“Maybe.” Lisa said grinning.

“So maybe you should let me borrow it.”

“So maybe you should go buy your own.”

“So maybe I should steal it from you instead.”

“Kinda hard with me standing here.”

“Then you better draw for it, pilgrim.”

Lisa and Charlette faced each other in their mock duel. I almost expected a tumbleweed to roll across the floor between them. They went for their guns. Lisa drew first and for a brief moment, knew victory. But she snapped her arm out too hard and fast and the gun slipped out of her hand, spun counter-clockwise in the air and hit the floor. Charlotte raised her gun, grinning fiendishly as we raised our hands overhead.

Now that we were effectively her prisoners, Charlette made that point more evident by getting out Lisa’s tying stuff. she had us sit on the edge of Lisa’s bed back to back, our arms around each other’s waist. she pulled out a fat wad of torn-up bed sheets from Lisa’s stash and began tying us up.

She worked fast, tying the wrists together first, palms out, then looping coil after coil of white cloth strips around our bodies and made some fat knots. After we were plentifully tied at the waist and shoulders, she tied our feet and knees.

While we wiggled and squirmed, testing the restraints, Charlotte crouched down and fetched two pairs of panties out of Lisa’s drawer.

“Open wide, Lisa.” she said cheerfully as she presented her with the neatly made stuffing. Lisa sighed and reluctantly and accepted the underwear. It was held in place with another strip of cloth.

“Your turn Penny.” she said and I regretably accepted the underwear.

Then Jodi opened the door to Lisa’s room and all hell broke loose.

“What the hell are you doing ?” she asked as she stared at me and Lisa sitting bound and gagged on the bed. We froze. Even without the gags it was going to be hard to explain why we were in this position.

Charlotte, clever as always did something unexpected and told her- the truth.” I’m stealing your sister’s CDs, so I had to tie up her and Penny so they couldn’t stop me.”

Jodi almost laughed, ” What if they get loose ?”

“They won’t.” Charlotte said confidently,” but you see, I have a new problem.” Lisa let out a warning growl.

“What ?” Jodi asked.

“There’s another witness and I simply CAN’T have any witnesses.”

Jodi’s eyes widened.

“Oh I see.. so you think you’re going to tie me up too ?”

“That’s the idea. Stick ’em up.”

Charlotte raised her gun at Jodi. At that moment I expected her to just roll her eyes and walk out of the room.

Jodi rolled her eyes…. and raised her hands over her head. She closed the door behind her and crossed the room slowly as Charlotte directed. Charlotte had her climb onto the bed and lay on her belly. Jodi placed her hands behind her back and awaited the first knots. Charlette fetched some new cloth strips to tie her up with.

“So this is what you all do whenever I’m not around ?” she asked as Charlotte tied her hands, palms out.

” And sometimes when you are.” Charlotte said smiling.

” That explains the weird noises I keep hearing in here on weekends.”

” Yes, we get a little rope-happy around each other by the end of the week.”

Jodi giggled,” You all are definitely the goofiest.”

Charlotte tied Jodi’s feet together next, side by side. not a complex tie-up t all. The first one never is. After that though … Charlette bent over the edge of the bed and dug around, she produced one sock and the duct tape. “MMmm….” I groaned. Lucky, Jodi, she doesn’t get a panty gag.

“Newbie,” Charlotte explained and gagged Jodi. Jodi mmphed experimentally. Charlette proceeded to tear of another strip and stretched it over the first one for emphasis. Jodi mumbled angrily at her. Charlette threw Jodi back onto her belly. The girl twisted and flexed in he restraints, air whistling through her nose.

Charlotte checked the knots holding all of us before she rifled Lisa’s CD collection. She plucked out the aforementioned Christina Ag CD and closed the box.

“You know Lisa, it would be so much easier if you had let me borrow the damn thing. Welcome to the party, Jodi. Enjoy yourselves.”

Lisa and I let out a single whine of protest. Charlette stopped in mid-exit and looked at us. She slapped her forehead, ” Sorry guys.” she said and plucked Lisa’s Metallica black album from the collection. Lisa snarled fiercely.

“”Just teasing.” Charlotte cooed, putting the CD back in place. She hated metal anyway, but it was a good bluff. Charlette pulled along pair of scissors out of Lisa’s box and tossed them on the floor far away from us.

“There ya go.” she said with a sly wink. She turned and bounced out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Lisa and I began struggling in earnest, pulling, tugging, flexing this way and that inside the cloth strips pinning us together. Jodi rolled over onto her side and watched, snickering behind her gag.

I gave her a harsh, warning glare. She just rolled her eyes then puffed out her cheeks as full as she could. the tape gave with a snap and a rush of air. Her stuffing came out as well as she rubbed the remainder off onto the bed covers. Jodi licked her lips,” Was that really supposed to keep me quiet ?”

She flipped over onto he back and slid off the bed onto her feet. She hopped across the room toward the far wall, turned and slid down onto her butt, then rolled across the carpet toward the scissors lying only 30 or so feet away.

After a few near misses, Jodi grabbed them, inverted the blades and cut her hands free. She snipped her feet loose next and stood up. Impressive, it had taken her about 20 seconds to get loose. Lisa and I made urgent noises through our gags.

“Maybe I ought to leave you there until mom gets home.” Jodi sneered.

Lisa eyes gave the look and she groaned through her gag,” Do that and you’ll never see daylight again !”

Jodi was silent for a moment then cut us loose. After that, she was one-million-questions girl. She wanted to know everything. How we got started. When we “did this stuff”; the whole thing. We filled her in.

“So this is what you guys do when you get together ?” she asked at the end.

“Usually.” I replied.

“Sounds like fun.”

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