## Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Story Complete!

Post by Tom Ford » Sun Mar 04, 2012 9:43 am

Nice new format, by the way. This story will have a mix of tie up categories, so I’ll post it in the general section.
Summer 1968
Boys Versus Girls
Introduction
You can skip this one and proceed to chapter one if you like. It’s not really necessary to understand the story I’m about to post.
As they say, all good things must come to an end. For me, that would be the extended free time that I had that enabled me to write so much about what had happened when I was a child. It would now end. Its been fun writing this. Even my close relatives whom I described in these stories, and whom reads it too, said that they regret that I cannot write more.
Still, I would have two or three months left. So I decided to write this story. It was a story that I have itched to write since I began posting in 2002, but because of chronological reasons, I never had the chance.
The next story that I am writing, chronologically, follows close on the last story. When I learned that I only limited time to write the stories, I was forced to choose what to write.
This story was the story that everyone who participated in it urged me to write. I myself was looking forward to writing it. It was only my stickler for chronology and my determination to write the past few stories that prevented me from writing this until now. Now, if you are reading this now, I already have finished writing this story and just posting it every few days so as to not overwhelm the reader.
I had already finished writing this story, and I am warning you, this story, and the next one, my last, would be very very long.
Last edited by Tom Ford on Sun Apr 15, 2012 7:49 am, edited 17 times in total.

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls

Post by Tom Ford » Sun Mar 04, 2012 9:44 am

Summer 1968
Boys Versus Girls
Part I
The Challenge
It started on the night of the fifth of August, the first Monday of the month. Angela had a sleep over in our house. We were in Betty’s room, and we four were playing monopoly.
The four were Angela (11), Betty (10), Andrew (12), and I (11). Andrew and I wore shorts and t shirts. Betty wore a knee length pink skirt and a matching pink T shirt. Angela was wearing a green knee length dress.
The game was fairly normal, with the usual shouting and teasing, until it was quite late.
Angela managed to land herself in jail, and without any ‘get out of jail’ card, she either must pay the penalty or stay in jail for three turns. The problem was that she was so low on cash that she couldn’t pay for it without mortgaging some of her remaining profitable properties (she got a monopoly on Boardwalk and Park Place, the blue ones with the highest rent values. She also had hotels in them. The problem was that she spent almost her entire money on getting the hotels, and that not one of us were unlucky enough to land on it, while she kept landing on ours).
“Jail, jail. Maybe we should just tie you up instead of throwing you to jail,” I remarked.
“Oh keep quiet. I brought a water gun with me so you might be the one who’ll end up tied up,” she retorted.
“Oh please,” I replied. “You girls always end up tied up in the end. Face, we’re better at tie up games than you are!”
That provoked an argument between Angela and me. Even as we continue to roll the dice, pay each other, and collect cash, we argued, and sometimes, shouted past each other. Andrew and Betty just ignored us and concentrated on the game.
“Oh really!” I said. “Then why is it that all of you girls got tied up by us a couple of times?”
“That’s only by chance!” Angela argued. “If we played a proper boys versus girls regular game, we would kick your butt!”
It was true. There was no formal boys versus girls tie up game that happened. It was mostly by chance, and not by design, when all the girls got tied up by the boys. An example was during the Triple Initiation, when Maggie, Betty, and Nancy happened to get revenge on Angela on the day of their initiation and they refused to let Angela go when they were tied up for the initiation. Then they voted to tie up Louise too so that she will not be the only girl free. Then, when we marched them to David’s house, Cathy, David’s sister, was supposed to go to the dentist that day but it was postponed. She saw her sister and friends tied and got her mother to tie her up so that “she won’t miss out on the fun.”
Finally, the teams of our regular games that were formed on the Fall of 1966, with some modifications because of the addition of new members, proved surprisingly resilient. The teams are, Andrew, David, Donald, Maggie, Betty, Angela and Henry versus Frank, Chester, Jay, Nancy, Cathy, Louise and me. Seven versus seven. That was how the teams stood during the Summer of 68. You win by capturing at least four members of the opposite team, and hold them for at least thirty minutes. The important thing among these was that the teams were a mix of boys and girls. Each team has four boys and three girls. So an outright boys versus girls rivalry was avoided.
Back to the story.
I replied that the boys would win. And so we had another argument.
“Well, on behalf of the girls, we challenge you boys to a contest! A game!” Angela finally said. “We’ll see who’s better.”
That got Andrew’s attention. “Whoa, slow down. If you want to issue a challenge, let’s discuss first what that challenge is, so we can all know what we’re getting ourselves into.”
Angela looked at Andrew. “Why, afraid you’ll lose?”
Andrew smiled. “This challenge won’t happen unless you first tell me what exactly is in your mind. What would we do in your challenge?”
Angela backed down. She knows quite well if Andrew opposed her idea, it won’t happen. Period. Such was the authority that my eldest brother exercised on our tie-up games.
Angela was silent for a while. It was clear she was thinking what exactly her challenge would be. “Well, the teams should be boys versus girls. The eight of you versus the six of us. The winner would be when all of the others were captured.”
“Okay, is that all?” my brother asked. “What are the rules?”
Angela was silent. She was thinking.
“I think we should sleep on it all,” Andrew suggested.
And that was it for the discussion that night. It would not be, however, the end of it.
The next morning, Andrew, Donald, and I were playing tag at our yard. Betty and Maggie was watching and cheering us on. Angela, however, woke up late, and when she went out, she interrupted our game.
“Andrew, I have the rules!” she shouted.
That stopped our game.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“About that boys versus girls tie up game!” she replied.
So we went to the porch to discuss it. Betty told Maggie what we were talking about, and filled in Donald.
“Well, for one thing, I was thinking, since you are eight, and we are only six, then we can capture only six of you to win, while you have to capture all six of us for you to win.”
We agreed to that.
“And whoever loses get to be the captive of the winners for one whole day,” Angela finished.
“Why one day only,” Betty interjected. “Make it two days!”
Angela immediately supported the idea. “Yeah. Two days. The loser must stay tied up for two whole days!”
“Two days!” Andrew said, surprised. “That’s too much!”
“Why, scared?” Angela teased.
“Well, let’s call the rest. If we play this game, all of us must agree to it, or there would be no game,” said Andrew. “How about this afternoon, right here? We can vote on it.”
“Fine. Two o’clock, here?” Angela asked.
“Yup. Let’s call the others, then we can discuss it.”
So that ended it for that morning. Andrew, Donald and I called the rest of the boys. To our surprise, all of them agreed to come. And Angela called the girls. And all of them came.
That afternoon, all fourteen of us were in my backyard to discuss the game.
The boys were:
Andrew (12)
David (12)
Chester (12)
Jay (12)
Tom (11)
Frank (11)
Donald (11)
Henry (10)
The girls were:
Angela (11)
Louise (11)
Betty (10)
Maggie (10)
Nancy (10)
Cathy (9)
As each of the characters had already been described by my earlier stories, I’m going to skip characterizations.
We quickly agreed to a boys vs. girls game as proposed by Angela. Many of us were hesitant upon the two day penalty, but under accusations of cowardice, all of us agreed to it too. Each of us were confident that our side will win, so there wasn’t much apprehension.
Andrew too had been thinking, and in a notebook, wrote further rules which he then proposed.
1. A winner would be declared if one team captured six members of the enemy and placed them in a single place.
2. The duration of the game should last from six in the morning to six in the evening.
3. If there were no winners by six o’clock in the afternoon, all members that had been captured should be released. The game would be resumed in the morning, but with the scores back to zero. (This rule was made to prevent the game from consuming all of our time).
4. Only tickling is allowed for interrogation, and other forms of torture, like being doused with water, etc., would be prohibited.
5. Only clean items should be used for gags, and as much as possible, tape should not touch the hair. (This rule was a reaction to some of the excesses that we earlier did, like stuff someone’s mouth with a dirty sock that came from the feet).
6. If you are a boy, you cannot tie the legs of girls under the dress or skirt under any circumstance. If you captive were wearing a dress or skirt that reaches the knee or longer, all knee ropes should be tied above the dress or skirt. And if the girls should wear dresses or skirt, it should at least be knee length (This rule was insisted on by the girls, who several times, accused us boys of being peeping toms and being pervs. It was followed more or less if you read the earlier stories).
7. You can capture a team member by squirting him or her with water.
8. A bound person cannot be a captor even if he or she squirted someone else before being bound (this refers to the time Betty captured us while tied up). And a free person is not obliged to follow the orders of one who is bound.
9. Captors cannot force the captives to wear something they don’t like.
All of these rules were already familiar with us from playing previous games, so we approved it without fuss.
So the game was now official. It would start the next day, at six in the morning, Wednesday. This game was familiar with the games we have been playing, except for one thing—the penalty for losing. Nobody has yet been tied up for one whole day, yet alone two. That was why the stakes were so high. We were nervous, but we were excited at the same time. Both sides were confident of victory—that was why the game was played.

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Mar 05, 2012 11:16 pm

Great start! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls

Post by viking » Mon Mar 05, 2012 11:56 pm

holy crap, you have barely started the story and it already seems more epic than any other story.
by the way, glad it wasn't anything bad that kept you away from sharing more stories. hopefully you will still stick around sometimes and perhaps even get the spare time you need to write another story once in a while.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls

Post by Chase Ricks » Tue Mar 06, 2012 4:31 pm

Well played sir. I can see that I'll have to keep very close attention to this story indeed.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls

Post by William F Somebody » Wed Mar 07, 2012 6:23 am

Another great story, Tom!! I will be looking forward to reading the rest of it! Update soon!

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls

Post by Tom Ford » Wed Mar 07, 2012 8:09 am

To sarumansauron,, once again, thanks.
To Viking, thanks for your comments. And I may post a story after posting this story and the next one after this, but it would only be on occasion, once in a while.
To Chase Ricks,, or as you I previously known you, Shane Bikman, thanks for your comment.
To William F Somebody, well, here’s the update. I hope you like it.
Summer 1968
Boys Versus Girls
Part II
At Dawn
(ff/mm)
We agreed to meet early in the morning to plot our plan of attack. We were supposed to go to Frank’s place and discuss our strategy. However, we were outfoxed by our opponents.
I suddenly sat up on my bed when I felt a trickle of cold water hit my face. I looked around for the culprit and saw my sister, in a bright short sleeved yellow floral dress that reached to her knees and with black shoes, standing besides the bed, pointing a water gun at me, and with a smile on her face. It was very early in the morning. I looked at my watch. It was exactly a quarter past six in the morning.
What time did she wake up?
“Get up,” my sister ordered.
I yawned, but I complied. What choice did I have?
“Could I at least get dressed?” I asked. I was wearing striped pajamas, and I was not looking forward to wearing it while tied up.
“Okay, but promise me you won’t try to escape.”
“I won’t,” I said. What choice did I have? We take promises made while tied up very seriously indeed. It makes such things more pleasant to play, for we avoided doing things that might impair our friendship to each other, and we showed that we trust each other.
“Don’t say anything, don’t do anything, just get dressed. One minute, and I’ll go back,” she warned.
“Yes sis, yes,” I said.
My sister left the room, but waited outside the closed door.
I got dressed. I chose to wear a blue T-shirt, and jeans. I ordinarily would have worn shorts in the middle of summer, but I want to cushion my ankles from the ropes if they tied my feet. I completed my ensemble by wearing my shoes and socks.
“You can come in now,” I said while I made my bed. She entered and patiently waited for me to finish.
“Hands behind you,” she said when I was done.
I did so and then, I felt the cold metal grip my wrists and the heard the click of handcuffs. I was now cuffed.
She quickly led me downstairs to the kitchen. At the bottom of the stairs was Andrew, sitting, his head buried his right hand, obviously sleeping, his left hand cuffed to the banisters of the stairway.
Betty shook Andrew. My brother looked at me and Betty, blinked a couple of times, and yawned. My sister removed the cuff from the banister and pulled my brothers hands behind him. My brother didn’t resist as my sister cuffed his hands behind him.
She helped him stand up, and marched us to the kitchen. There, my mother was already awake, and so was my father. Both of them were habitual early risers, even when there was no need to wake up early. My father was drinking coffee while reading a newspaper. He took one look at us, smiled, and resumed his reading. My mother was cooking bacon and eggs. Normally, she would only cook for them, but upon seeing us, cooked for us too.
Betty uncuffed me and directed me to my chair. I was now reasonably awake and could bolt, and Betty could not have done anything to prevent it, but rules are rules. I sat down on my chair, and Betty bent down and cuffed my left foot to my right. Betty then uncuffed Andrew, directed my brother to his chair, then cuffed his feet together.
My father took the time to observe the proceedings, but did not comment on it. We’ve been openly tying each other up for the past two years that it was utterly normal for my Dad to see her daughter cuff her two older brothers’ feet. Both my parents have stopped asking if we agreed to be tied up everytime they discovered us tied up, so monotonous were the answers (“Yes, I agreed”, or a nod).
Betty then went and made a phone call in the living room before joining us for breakfast.
***
Breakfast was hearty and cheerful. Betty was excited and full of energy. Andrew and I, despite our cuffed feet, ate as normal. We all had a normal conversation, and not once did it touch upon anything related to tie-up games.
There was a knock on the door as we finished breakfast, and Betty immediately went to open it. Angela entered, greeted my parents, and grinned at my brother and I. Angela wore a plaid knee length skirt and a pink t shirt. The morning was still chilly so she wore a jacket.
Once we were all finished, Betty uncuffed our feet, and recuffed our hands behind our backs.
Betty was about to say something, but Angela cut her off.
“Let’s bring these two to your room,” she said.
We were marched to Betty’s room.
“Okay. Where’s your rope?” Angela asked as soon we arrived.
Betty then gathered her own stash and dumped it on the bed.
“So?” Betty asked her.
“Good. We have those two, and Henry, so that’s three,” she began. “Hopefully, Nancy and Cathy will be able to get David, and Maggie, Donald.”
“Wait! You already got Henry?” Andrew interjected. Henry is Angela’s younger brother.
“Yup!” said Angela. “See who’s better now? We planned this whole thing yesterday afternoon.”
“I suppose your plan is to get us while we’re still asleep?” I asked.
“You said that it would start from six in the morning to six in the evening,” said Angela. “So why not start at the very first minute?”
Betty uncuffed my hands. But my freedom was short lived as Angela went behind me and pulled my arms behind my back. I soon felt the familiar sensation of rope being wrapped behind my crossed wrists. At first, it was not so tight, but then, I felt it tighten. Rope was tied around my waist. It was soon tightened, by cinching I later learned, and it dug into my stomach. I did not hurt at all. It’s just that when I tested her work, I knew that I cannot get out without help.
Betty had in the meantime selected a couple of old socks from her tie up bag. They were clean of course—and went besides me. Taking a pair, she rolled one of it into a ball and put it before my mouth.
“Open up, brother!” she commanded.
I obeyed. I opened as wide as I could.
She stuffed the sock into my mouth. She then took its partner, tied a knot into its middle, thrust the knot up my mouth until it was wedged behind my teeth, then tied it rather tight behind my neck. She finished by tearing long strips of duct tape and taping over my open mouth and the sock gags. She then took a handkerchief and tied it over the duct tape around my head.
During this time, Andrew tried to coax Betty and Angela into revealing the rest of the plans. However, both girls remained coy and managed to talk without revealing anything. Not that it would do any good to know their plans if we remained their captive.
“Your turn,” Angela said as she put the finishing touches on me and turned to my brother.
“I suppose it wouldn’t do any good to plead for mercy? I mean, why tie me up like that?” he asked, referring to me. “I’m cuffed and I won’t escape that. And there’s no need to gag me! I won’t scream.”
“True, but what’s the fun in that, Andy? I haven’t tied you up for two years now, and I’ve been looking forward to this all this time,” she said.
It was true. Andrew and Angela had been team mates ever since the reshuffling in the fall of 1966. Previously, Andrew and Angela were opponents, and Angela tied up Andrew a couple of times. Being teammates precluded her from tying him up in regular games. While several times, Andrew had tied up Angela even as teammates, ranging from reasons such as Angela being ‘bait’ to fool the enemy, or that Andrew was captured by us and we used him to capture his teammates (see Fall 1966 – New Rules). I chalked it up during that time due to Andrew being a boy and Angela being a girl, and overall, since the girls joined us, girls have been far more likely to be the one tied up than boys. Looking at it now, with the benefit of hindsight, and knowing that Angela would be Andrew’s future wife, I think there was something more to it than that. I think that Angela concocted this game just to get her hands on him, but Angela now denies it.
“Has it really been that long?” he asked.
Angela took the keys from Betty and uncuffed my brother. She grabbed his hands and held it in her left while she took a length of rope from Betty and began to tie him up.
She crossed his wrists and started to wound the soft white rope around. She used two lashes—first, a square lash, with three passes, then cinched it between his hands. She used a very long rope, so for the second, she used the second lash—a diagonal lash—which was tied horizontally and vertically, over the square lash before being cinched in between. This combination was extremely effective, and very hard to struggle against. It was a technique taught to her, of all people, by Andrew himself.
There was still quite a length of rope left which Angela tied around his waist and hands in the usual fashion, then cinched between the hands and body. All in all, a thoroughly conventional job by our standards.
Angela then picked up a pair of socks, rolled one of them into a ball, and inserted it into his mouth. She then tied a knot in the other sock, put it and placed it into his mouth, wedged it behind his teeth, then tied the ends behind his head. She then plastered his face with duct tape, tearing a couple of long strips and covering everything from ear to ear and from nose to chin. She finished by tying another handkerchief over his already gagged face.
After that, both girls helped us to our feet. Betty led the way, and Angela commanded us to follow her, with her bringing up the rear.
We were then marched to the backyard, then the plain, then to the wooded hill. On the hill there was a shortcut that led to the backyard of Angela’s house.

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Updated!

Post by Chase Ricks » Wed Mar 07, 2012 1:55 pm

What a huge upsetting turn of events this must have been for you Tom and for your brother Andrew as well.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Updated!

Post by hafnermg » Wed Mar 07, 2012 2:41 pm

oh man i can't way this one is gonna be epic!!

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Updated!

Post by William F Somebody » Fri Mar 09, 2012 7:43 pm

You were outfoxed alright! Another great chapter! Update soon!

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Updated!

Post by sarumansauron » Fri Mar 09, 2012 10:50 pm

Great chapter 2! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Updated!

Post by Tom Ford » Sat Mar 10, 2012 7:18 am

To Shane Bikman,, yeah, we were outfoxed by the girls. Pretty embarrassing at that time.
To hafnermg, thanks. This would be epic, I agree.
To William F Somebody, yeah we were. Thanks.
To sarumansauron, once again, thank you for your comments.
Summer 1968
Boys Versus Girls
Part III
Louise the Jailer
(f+/m+)
We’ve been marching each other to each other’s houses while bound for a long time now. It was first done either on winter or on very cold days of Autumn or Spring, where we could get sufficiently bundled up to hide the fact that the captives were bound and gagged. That way, we can march them on the streets in plain view. However, during the summer, when the tie up activities are most intense, it was too hot to bundle up someone to hide the ropes, and more people are out, so it was annoying that if we had to transfer prisoners from house to house, you had to untie them.
However, in the course of our explorations in the forest, we found that the forest in Angela’s yard actually was the same forest in our wooded hill. There was a path that we discovered, but it was too narrow and dangerous to use on bound prisoners. So we decided to ask Dad if he can hack a path through the undergrowth and such so that we can use it freely. Dad then had a talk with Mr. Dale, Angela’s father, about it, and he agreed that such a path would be useful. So, using axes, shovels, etc., Mr. Dale, Uncle Richard, my father, and with the help of us boys, gradually created a footpath through the wooded forest that ran from the plain at our backyard to their backyard. It would still be far shorter and easier to use the road, but to us kids, it afforded us the privacy for use in tie up games.
And add to the fact that David’s house was nearby, there was already a ready footpath between our house and David’s. So the houses of Louise, Angela, Donald, and David were all connected through the forest of pathways that was hidden from public view.
This was where we marched. It was quite a bit longer than the regular road, but the wonderful view of trees, little animals, the privacy, and the cool shade made it all worthwhile.
Below is a map of where we walked.

The walk through the woods took about twenty minutes. We approached the back door of Angela’s house. There, we stopped, and Angela told us to wait for her.
Angela entered her house, while Betty watched us. Five minutes later, Angela reappeared through the back door, with Henry (10), her younger brother. Henry’s hands were bound behind his back, his hands crossed and secured with rope, and tape was wrapped around his head, at the mouth. His feet was free so he could walk. His hair was a mess, and he had a sleepy look on him that suggested being captured in bed like we were.
“Okay, you three, follow me,” Angela said, and she went over next door to Louise. She went the back door, and knocked.
It was Mrs. Lewis, Louise’s mother, who opened the door. She saw us bound, but like of all of our parents, did not bat an eye on that. She instead called her daughter.
Louise came to greet us, and her eyes widened at the sight of the three of us. Clearly, she was not expecting this. “Come in, come in,” she said as she hurriedly ushered us in. She led us to the living room, where we were told to sit on the couch.
Louise has just woken up. Her hair was not done, and she was still wearing her nightdress.
“What’s going on?” she asked sleepily.
“Well, remember the boys versus girls game that we talked about yesterday?” Angela asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“It’s already started,” Angela said. “We got Tom here, Andrew too, and Henry.”
“So what’s your plan?” Louise asked.
“Well, I want you to watch over them. We’re going to leave these three here,” said Angela.
“So you’re turning my house into some kind of jail,” Louise commented.
“Pretty much,” said Angela. “Nobody will suspect that they are hidden here. They’ll think that if we have prisoners, I’ll keep them in my house.”
“Well okay. I think I know where we can keep them,” said Louise. “But I’ve got to get dressed. Wait for me here.”
Louise then went back to her room. Angela and Betty then sat with us on the coach.
“Tom, Andrew, you’ll spend the day here, at least until I got the rest of your team,” Angela said.
“Yup! Louise will watch over you!” Betty added rather unnecessarily.
Henry, Andrew and I just looked at each other. We can’t communicate, so we just kept silent.
The truth of the matter was that I don’t mind being watched by Louise as a captive. Not just for obvious personal reasons (after all, Louise is now my wife). Already, at the age of eleven, I’m beginning to realize how cute she was. And she was less likely to torture or torment us than the others. She probably among all of us was the kindest captor there was. But that doesn’t mean she won’t keep us tied up and tightly gagged as long as necessary.
Louise returned after about fifteen minutes, give or take. She wore a light green dress that came to her knees, and black shoes and white socks. She signalled with her hand that we should follow her.
So Angela and Betty rather roughly pulled us to our feet, and told us to follow her.
With no other choice, we followed her. She led us to her basement.
Her basement was quite cozy. It was carpeted, and in the middle there was a sofa set—one long one, and two sofas that can only seat one person. There was a coffee table in the middle of the sofas, and a TV at one end. It was cool, in contrast to the hot weather above ground.
I was seated in the long sofa, while Andrew and Henry were placed in the single seat sofas. The sofas were soft and comfortable, and as I leaned back, my bound arms sank into the cushions.
“Okay. Where’s your rope?” Angela asked her.
“I’ll get it,” Louise said, and she went upstairs, to return a minute later with a bag with a handful of rope, with a roll of duct tape.
Angela quickly bound our ankles and knees. Angela then took one medium length rope, tied one end of it on the front right leg of the sofa, and tied the other end to my bound food, effectively leashing me to the chair. The same was done to Henry and Andrew.
The three girls looked at us with a satisfied look on their faces. “Aw, don’t they look cute!” Angela remarked.
“Watch them. Don’t let them escape,” said Angela to Louise. “We’ve got this game in the bag!”
“Don’t worry,” Louise said.
Angela and Betty then bade us farewell, leaving Henry, Andrew and I alone with Louise.
Louise looked at us with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She smiled. “Don’t worry,” she said. “As soon as we get the rest of you, we’ll let you go.”
That did not give us too much comfort. What if it took too all day? Then we would be stuck all day too. All we can hope for at this point was a rescue. But the problem was, nobody would have thought to look for us here in Louise’s house. Louise simply wasn’t the type to keep three prisoners on her house all day. And even if they quickly captured the rest of us, that only meant trading freedom for the rest of the day for being captive for two days straight. And our hope of escaping our bonds was dashed when Louise decided to remain in the basement with us.
This game certainly got pear shaped fast.
Louise got one of the magazines on the coffee table and sat down besides to read. She yawned several times, indicating that she too woke up too early because of this game. She got up, took two handkerchiefs from somewhere in the basement, folded it into wide bands, and blindfolded Henry and Andrew. I thought I was going to be blindfolded too, but she instead whispered, “I’m sleepy. You wouldn’t mind if I used you as a pillow?”
I simply shrugged.
She took that as a yes, and she lay down on the sofa. I was seated at the edge, and so it was an easy matter for her to stretch out and lay her head on my lap. She closed her eyes.
I tried to shift, but that only earned a rebuke from Louise, “Don’t move too much,” she sleepily said with her eyes closed. She fell into a light nap
I looked at Andrew and Henry. Andrew, I can see, rested his head on the couch, and was soon dozing off. Remember, he was woken up and was very sleepy because of the manner of his capture. I looked at Henry. He too was sleeping. Even though both were blindfolded, it was obvious that both took naps.
I myself got overpowered by a tired feeling. I rested my head on the sofa, and soon, I drifted off.
Last edited by Tom Ford on Wed Apr 04, 2012 5:34 am, edited 2 times in total.

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Updated!

Post by xtc » Sat Mar 10, 2012 7:44 am

A pleasant Sunday read. Do I see the resurgence of hope for more stories afteer the next one?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Part 2 posted!

Post by Chase Ricks » Sat Mar 10, 2012 12:41 pm

Must have been a nice relaxing time for you three until the other captives were brought in.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Part 2 posted!

Post by sarumansauron » Sun Mar 11, 2012 8:50 pm

Cool part III! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Part 2 posted!

Post by Tom Ford » Tue Mar 13, 2012 7:21 am

Oh sorry I have to reedit the chapter.
Anyway...
To xtc, thanks. We’ll what’ll happen in the future. As of now, this story and the next would be the last ones fore a while at least.
To Chase Ricks, it wasn’t too bad. We also to some extent enjoy being tied up. It simply was a blow to our pride and ego to be outsmarted like that, and by girls to boot!!
To sarumansauron, thank you very much.
Last edited by Tom Ford on Tue Mar 13, 2012 8:06 am, edited 1 time in total.

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Updated! Part 3!

Post by William F Somebody » Tue Mar 13, 2012 8:03 am

Great chapter!! Update soon!!

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Part IV!

Post by Tom Ford » Tue Mar 13, 2012 8:09 am

The replies to Chase Ricks, xtc, and sarumansauron is in a post above.
Sorry for this. I made a mistake and had to add something to this so I reposted it instead of just editing it.
Oh and thanks William F Somebody, thanks.
Summer 1968
Boys Versus Girls
Part IV
Fun at Louise’s Place
(f+/m+)
I opened my eyes and I looked at the clock. It was ten in the morning. That meant that I’ve fallen asleep for two hours on this couch. I looked at the others in the basement. Louise was still sleeping in the couch, lying on her side, her sleeping face looking my tummy. I can feel her exhalations on my stomach. Andrew was slumped on his chair, still obviously asleep, as was Henry.
I was prepared to go back to sleep when I detected a slight movement on my lap. Louise turned and lay on her back, then opened her eyes.
“Good morning,” she sleepily said.
“Mmmm MMnnngg,” I replied, but meant that as good morning.
She yawned and stretched a bit and looked very cute doing so. She rubbed her eyes and stretched.
“Glad you’re awake,” she said as she jumped to her feet. “Wait for me here, and don’t try anything.”
With that, she ran upstairs. I again rested my head and try to think of a way to escape. However, before anything concrete could form in my mind, she came back, carrying a pitcher and two glasses, one with a straw on it. She poured herself a drink then looked at me.
“Want a drink?” she asked.
I immediately nodded my head.
She removed my gag, and helped me to drink, which, thanks to the straw, I was able to rather easily. I soon emptied the glass.
“Thanks,” I said.
“You’re welcome,” she replied.
She then went to my brother. She shook him until he woke up. “Hey Andrew, want a drink?” she asked.
He was still blindfolded, so he might have been confused, but he soon shook it off and nodded his head.
“Okay. Wait,” she said.
She went and picked up the wad that just came from my mouth.
“Eeeww!” she said as she looked at the saliva covered sock. “Open up.”
I did, and she put it back in. She took her roll of duct tape and tore a couple of strips.
“Close your lips,” she instructed.
I did, and she taped my mouth shut.
She then went to my brother, and removed his gag. She did, however, retain his blindfold.
“What time is it?” he asked as soon as he was able to talk.
“About a little after ten,” she said. “Want some orange juice.”
“Yeah,” he said.
She then poured the same glass full, and she put the straw on his lips.
Andrew soon emptied the glass.
“Any news? Did you catch the others?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she said. “They haven’t come back yet. Now open up!”
Andrew opened his mouth and Louise stuffed the sock back in his mouth. She then regagged him the same way he was gagged earlier—with the other sock knotted in the center, the knot thrust into his mouth, and tied tightly behind his neck, then his mouth and cheeks taped over.
She then went and asked the same question to Angela’s brother, Henry.
Henry nodded.
Louise then removed his gag, let him drink some juice through the straw, and then regagged him the saw way he was gagged the first time. His blindfold remained in place the entire time.
After that, she just watched us, as if uncertain of what to do. She then sat besides me, looked at me, and removed the tape, and extracted the gag.
“So, are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Aren’t you going to remove theirs too?”
“Angela said that I shouldn’t let you talk to each other because you might plot something,” she began. “So I can’t ungag more than one of you at the same time.”
That elicited a reaction from our gagged and blindfolded companions, but Louise just ignored them.
“Well, enjoying your time as captor?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “No wonder you guys like to tie each other up.”
I laughed at that.
Our conversation then branched off into other topics, like school, vacation, etc. Louise, it seemed, ungagged me because it was boring, she said, to just watch us tied up, and she can’t leave us because we might try something to escape, and she read most of the magazines in the coffee table, and there’s nothing good on TV, so she decided to talk with one of us, and she chose me.
Anyway, we talked. The conversation itself was pleasant, although I can’t imagine that listening to our chatter would be appealing to Andrew and Henry, who were forced to just listen.
At about eleven in the morning, the door to the basement suddenly opened, and Angela entered with my cousin Donald.
Donald has his hands tied behind his back, and duct tape was wrapped around his head. I assumed (correctly) that his mouth was also stuffed.
“Where did you get him?” Louise asked.
“It’s a long story,” Angela. “He got Maggie, but we were able to rescue her and get him instead. Um, why is Tom ungagged?”
“Its gets boring just watching them,” she merely replied.
Putting Donald in Louise’s care, Angela prepared to leave. “Well, watch him. Just two more and we win,” she said just as she left the basement.
“Now where should I put you?” Louise wondered aloud while looking at my cousin Donald. “I know!”
She went back and grabbed a light wooden chair and placed it between the couch where I was sitting and the couch where Henry was.
“Can you please sit here, Donald?” Louise asked my cousin.
Donald, having no other choice, went and did as Louise asked.
Louise then got a couple of ropes and methodically bound him to the chair. First, there was a rope around his waist and the chair back, then rope around his shoulders. Then more rope around his lap and the seat of the chair, and finally, his right foot was tied to the right chair leg in front, and his left foot tied to the left chair leg in front.
Finally, she blindfolded him.
Louise then looked at my cousin, then at me, and sat down besides me.
“Now where were we?” she began, and we resumed our conversation.
All in all, it was a bearable situation. I was enjoying my time Louise. However, I don’t know about Henry and Andrew. We’ve been tied up for over four and half hours now—the longest we’ve been tied up continuously up to that point.

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Updated! Part 4!

Post by Chase Ricks » Tue Mar 13, 2012 12:59 pm

For your pride's sake I really hope Henry and Andrew manage to plot a rescue attempt without being caught. Great chapter.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Updated! Part 4!

Post by sarumansauron » Wed Mar 14, 2012 9:17 pm

Cool part IV! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Updated! Part 4!

Post by William F Somebody » Fri Mar 16, 2012 6:29 am

Another great update!

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Part V

Post by Tom Ford » Fri Mar 16, 2012 9:53 am

I just fixed my stories. As you know, the quotation marks and the apostrophes of my old stories got messed up by the update of the site. It was easy as I had copies in Word of my stories but the sheer number of stories and chapters that I had to update made it tedious.
Anyway, here's part V.
To Chase Ricks, I want to answer that question, but I don’t want to give away what’ll happen. Anyway, thanks for reading.
To sarumansauron,, thank you once again.k
To William F Somebody, thanks.
Summer 1966
Boys Versus Girls
Part V
Lunch Break
(f+/m+)
At about a quarter to noon, Louise suddenly broke off our talk and ran upstairs. Less than a minute later, she came back. “Lunch time,” she announced. “Okay, I won’t feed you, and I won’t tie you to the chair or anything. But you’ve got to promise me that you won’t try to escape, and that you’ll let me tie you up again after lunch, okay?”
We all nodded at that.
***
Such promises were only applicable for lunch, or if our games extended that long, to dinner. Very seldom would tie-up games extend into lunch, and sometimes, we ended games by mutual agreement when it did. Sometimes, however, we would simply march the captives to the table and feed them whenever possible. However, it would be inconvenient both for captor and captive, and captives would be tied to the chair except for the hands so they can feed themselves. Finally, we dispensed altogether with bonds, and the captives were freed, and by agreement, after lunch or dinner, the status quo before they were freed was resumed. However, for this to happen, the freed players have to agree to remain their captives after lunch before they were freed. Otherwise, the game was considered over.
We mostly agreed to make and more importantly, keep such promises. We almost always prefer to feed ourselves, and to have full freedom of movement when we eat, since refusal to make such promises would result in ourselves being tied up with no interruption. And if one of the captives have to do the dishes after lunch or dinner, the captor must do the dishes themselves in place of the captive in order for the captive to be tied up again immediately after lunch/dinner.
And once such a promise has been make, to break them without an extremely good reason would be tantamount to cheating. Tie-up games, to a large extent, depends on trust, not only on the trust of the captive that the captor won’t do anything that would harm the captive, but also that promises such as this would always be honoured. And in our games, they always are—to break them would be unthinkable.
We have been tied up continuously for more than four hours, so it was an easy decision to make.
***
Louise merely nodded and untied all of us.
We stretched our limbs. It was good to be able to walk again and to be able to move freely. My brother stretched out his jaw, while Henry rubbed his hands.
We first went to the bathroom, then went to the table on the dining room. Mrs. Lewis had been aware that she had lots of guests, so she prepared accordingly. Not only we four boys—Andrew, Henry, Donald, and I, but also, in addition to Louise, Angela too. It seems the girls too had taken a break from hunting us down.
Her table, luckily, was large enough to accommodate us all. That lunch was happy, polite, and refreshing. We talked about everything except for the current game at hand. Angela refused to discuss anything relating to this game for fear of giving away too much, and since, technically, we were still her captives, we didn’t press her.
We finished early. It was still half past twelve, and we expected to be tied up at once.
However, we were surprised when Angela and Louise announced that we would be tied up at one o’clock, and ordered us to wait for the time in the living room.
That was a welcome development. If nobody rescued us, or unless the game ends with the girls as clear victor, we would probably remain tied up until six in the evening—another five hours. That meant we would have been tied up to nine hours or more. It would be the most we’ve been tied up in in a single day.
So we marched, cowed but proud, and sat on the couches on the living room to wait for the time. We talked, joked, teased each other, but even though we four could easily overpower our two little captors, it never crossed our minds. It would be unfair. Louise and Angela joined us, and looking at us, at our banter and our horseplay, nobody would have thought that the four of us were captives to the two girls with us.
Our hope was that David, Frank, Chester, Jay, any of them would do, would come up here and surprise the girls and capture both of them. We kept wondering what happened to them. Were they captured and was being held in some other place? Of course, we knew that only one of them could be captured, because if any two of them were, that meant that six of us boys were captured, and the girls would win this game outright, and they would surely brag to us about it. Still, we have not heard from the four of them, and not one of us captives would have wished the capture of any of them just to end our torment earlier. We wanted to win.
Finally, the dreaded time has come. They told us that we should go to the bathroom right now because we would not have any opportunity to do so after we were tied up.
So we went to the bathroom, and after that, proceeded to the basement. Henry went first, then Donald, then I, finally, Andrew.
When I entered the basement, I saw that Henry was already seated on his usual place on the couch. His hands, crossed, were tied behind his back, and his mouth was covered with a handkerchief tied around his head. Under it was duct tape sealing his face, and of course, a wad of handkerchief in stuffed in his mouth. His feet were tied at the ankles and knees, and once again, a short leash connected his feet to the leg of the couch.
Donald was seated on his chair, already had his hands tied behind him, crossed too, and Louise was in the process of tying up his feet to the chair legs. His mouth was still free.
“Welcome to Louise’s dungeon!” he said as when he saw me.
I grinned. There was a mixture of dread and excitement as I looked forward to being bound, and probably gagged for the next five hours or so. Not in being tied up itself, although that isn’t so bad. But because that meant that if we win this game—increasingly unlikely because of events that had recently transpired—I could tie up the girls for just as long.
After tying his legs, Louise proceeded to bind him to the chair. His legs already bound to each of the legs of the chair in front, she took more rope and tied his lap to the seat of the chair, then his waist and his shoulders to the back of the chair.
As I observed the tying process, I was impressed with how far Louise had gone in her tying skills since joining us less than two years ago. Her tying skills at first left a lot to be desired, but over time, her skills improved. Though not as proficient as I, Andrew, Angela, were at knots and ropework, it was good enough to hold us.
Louise then picked up a pair of socks. She rolled one into a ball, then popped it into Donald’s mouth. She tied a knot in the center of the other sock, pushed it behind his teeth, and tied it behind his head tight. Then she applied duct tape over his face.
She stood up and looked at him, then looked at me.
“Tom, would you please,” she merely said while pointing at the couch.
I knew what I had to do. It didn’t stop me from feeling a sense of dread, however.
I went to sit at the couch. Before I could actually sit, however, she stopped me, and standing in front of the couch, she pulled my hands behind me. I felt the all too familiar feel of rope being wrapped behind my crossed wrists. It was first wrapped not too tightly at first, but it was soon tightened considerably. She did the standard diagonal lash—it was first wrapped horizontally, then vertically, then cinched in the middle. She then wrapped the remaining ropes around the waist and hands, then cinched in between my back and wrists. It was only then when she permitted me to sit down on the couch. She bent down and quickly tied my ankles and knees.
I was now to be gagged. She took from her bag a yellow sponge. Sponges have been used before in our games, though it had played second fiddle to handkerchiefs and socks for mouth packings. The beauty of sponges was that it can be compressed when inserted, then it would expand in your mouth. If it was dry, it would absorb your drool. She bunched it up into a tiny ball and put it in front of my mouth. I obligingly opened my mouth and she merrily stuffed it in. It was dry and filled my mouth.
She then prepared to hold it in by getting a handkerchief and tying a knot in its center. She pushed the knot into my open mouth, pushing the sponge further back my mouth, and quickly tied it tight behind the back of my head. She then applied tape over my mouth, covering everything from ear to ear and from nose to chin, over the handkerchief, and another handkerchief over the mouth finished the gag.
She then bent over and leashed my legs to the couch legs.
Louise had barely finished with me than the basement door opened and in came Andrew with Angela behind her.
Andrew had his hands tied behind him, his mouth had been sealed with a handkerchief tied around his mouth and tape above it, and a wad of cloth has been stuffed inside his mouth. Angela led him to his couch and roughly pushed him into it. She then tied his knees and ankles, and like before, leashed his ankles to the couch leg with a short piece of rope.
“They’re all yours, Louise,” Angela said before leaving.

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Part V posted!

Post by rash357 » Fri Mar 16, 2012 1:23 pm

An amazing story Tom, and a great one to leave us off with (although it is highly unfortunate that it is the last)

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Part V posted!

Post by William F Somebody » Sun Mar 18, 2012 7:54 am

WhA a great chapter! Update soon!

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Part V posted!

Post by sarumansauron » Sun Mar 18, 2012 11:48 am

Great cchapter V! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Part V posted!

Post by Chase Ricks » Sun Mar 18, 2012 10:38 pm

I am doing this comment just to keep track now of how many are captured and how many are free on each team during the course of this story to this point.
Girls captured we know about so far to this point...0 Girls free so far as noted up to this point 6
Boys captured so far... 5 Boys free so far 3
This I predict will be a very close game indeed.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Part VI

Post by Tom Ford » Mon Mar 19, 2012 7:21 am

To rash357, thanks. This technically isn’t my last story, but my second to the last story, but since the last story is connected to this one, then you could say that.
To William F Somebody, thanks.
To sarumansauron, thanks once again.
To Chase Ricks, thanks. Well, at this point, Tom (me), Andrew, Henry, Donald and David were captured, that is five. The girls needed six to win. They only need one of Chester, Jay, or Frank to win the game outright.
Summer 1966
Boys Versus Girls
Part VI
David’s Capture
(f+/m+)
So we were again left to the tender clutches of Louise. However, instead of ungagging one of us so she could talk and escape boredom, it so happened that one of her favourite shows was on this hour. So she opened the TV and watched it for the next hour or so. Thankfully, none of us were blindfolded and we watched with her. It was a girls’ show, but as far it girls’ show goes, it wasn’t too bad. Besides, we really had no choice.
Anyway, we were set for a long afternoon. We fidgeted, we grunted, we tried to struggle, but with Louise there to stop any serious escape attempt, there was really nothing we could do. She would leave for a bathroom break, but none of her absences lasted longer than a minute. Louise herself sat besides me in the couch. Several times, she leaned on my shoulder and made herself comfortable by treating me as a stuffed animal whom she held every time there was something scary on TV. Sometimes, she would lie down on the couch, but instead of getting a pillow, she would lay her head on my lap, her head would at first look at my face before turning to what she was watching. Several times, there were scenes that excited her, she would stand up, then jump in excitement while saying, “Oh my God!” Then, she would then jump and land on my lap and hug me by the neck, all the while her eyes were on the TV. Then, she would settle down on the couch and simply lean on me, until the next scene that excited her came. I myself was never sure whether I’d enjoy her attention or be embarrassed at being seen as the recipient of such action by the other boys. After all, she was ten, and I was eleven. And we were still innocent.
But the fact that I was the only recipient of such attention by Louise added to the fuel. Louise herself told me that she didn’t notice her actions. When she watching TV with her parents, she would do the same with her Mom and Dad whenever there was a TV show where she got excited. She just reacted normally to what she was watching, and I was just the most convenient one available due to us sharing her couch. It was all natural to her and claimed to be mystified when others teased her for it.
All that activity resulted in looks of amusement from the others. Louise and I would be relentlessly teased because of that.
***
It was a quarter past two when her show was over and she had switched her TV off. Louise was trying to decide what to do, when the door suddenly opened. Cathy entered, with a smile on her face. She was in a light red dress that came to just below her knees and white socks and black shoes. Then came David, hands tied behind him and tape wrapped around his head, and his mouth presumably stuffed, and finally Nancy, wearing a calf length green skirt and light green t shirt.
My heart sank upon seeing David. I then looked at Andrew, and I saw a look of despair in his eyes.
David was caught, our last hope for turning this around. Yes, there was still Frank, and the twins, Chester and Jay. But frankly, we didn’t have much faith in the remaining three to reverse our misfortunes. Angela had beaten us, and she only needed one more of us to win this competition outright. And with three and a half hours left, there was plenty of time to capture at least one of them.
Cathy ran over to where we were. She took a look at us, inspected our bonds, and looked to Louise.
“Tie me up too!” she said as she took a length of rope scattered on the floor and handed it to Louise.
But Louise said, “Angela will kill us if I did this. We’re captors here, not captives, for once. Enjoy it!”
“I almost wanted to lose because being tied up for two days would be so cool,” said Nancy. “But then again, we have big brother here in our power, and it would have been worth it!”
Louise laughed at that. “You two are nuts!”
“Hey, you’re nuts too,” Nancy said as she pushed her brother in front of us. “You like to be tied up too!”
“Yeah, but not too much,” Louise said as she got another wooden chair and placed it between the couches where Andrew sat and the long couch where I was bound. “Maybe only a little!”
They all laughed at that.
Louise got another wooden chair from the back of the basement and placed it between the couch where I was sitting on and the couch where Andrew was. Nancy and Cathy guided their big brother over and told him to sit down. Once seated down, the task of securing him to the chair began.
This time, it was Nancy who insisted on having the pleasure of binding her big brother to the chair. That’s understandable. Even though they were on opposite teams, I don’t think I remember a time where Nancy personally tied up her brother, even in games where David’s team lost. As for TUGs outside of regular games? Forget it! David could basically tie up Nancy and Cathy whenever he likes. Which wasn’t a bad deal for Nancy and Cathy. They enjoyed being tied up, and would even provoke David to tie them up. Nancy and Cathy shot David many times during the past two years, but only to get David to tie them up when big brother claims he’s too busy to play tie up games. And when David would attempt to tie them up on his own? They’d drop everything else to play. And they’d always insist that it was “proper”, meaning the tie-ups must be inescapable, the gags must be effective, indicating that speech must be totally unintelligible and the gag cannot be ejected without the use of hands. David joked to us once that it was harder to end a game and untie them than it was to start a game and tie them up.
Of course, Nancy herself enjoyed herself as captor as well. However, her favourite target would be Angela, whom she likes to cut down from her high perch, Betty, and the other girls. Her most frequent victim was Cathy. That’s where she got her skills in ropework. But as for us boys? Outside of regular games, she’d never try to get any of us.
Except for now…
Back to the story…
Nancy took a couple of lengths of rope and used it to systematically bind David to the chair. First, she tied a length of rope around his waist and the back of the chair, and then his shoulders, chest and the back of the chair. Then there were more rope around his thighs and the seat of the chair. All of them were cinched tight. Then his knees were tied together, and his left ankle tied to the left leg of the chair and the right ankle to the right leg.
“Do you think I’ve done a good job, big brother?” Nancy asked (she was, I later learned, the one who originally tied up David when he was first captured in the first place).
“Mmmphhh,” David nodded as he shifted, fidgeted, and otherwise tried to test her sisters’ bonds.
She then patted him at the head, and joined the others.
Louise had pushed me at the very edge of the couch so that there would be more space for her two additional guests. She sat next to me, then Cathy, then Nancy at the other end of the couch. The couch was long enough, the girls small enough, so that we can all fit here pretty comfortably.

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Updated! Part 6!

Post by William F Somebody » Tue Mar 20, 2012 8:16 pm

Oh boy! I just hope you don't lose, but it seems that's what'll happen! Anyway, great chapter!!

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Updated! Part 6!

Post by sarumansauron » Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:32 pm

Great part VI! Thanks!
When the girls captured the first boys in their beds, the game was annoying. And the previsible result.
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Updated! Part 6!

Post by Chase Ricks » Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:25 am

Sorry I forgot to comment on Monday after reading but was too busy with other more important matters online. I hope to read about one of the girls being ambushed soon.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.