January 9, 2014
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 bric a brac 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 ?”
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 ?”
“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.”
“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.”
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.”