## Winter 1966-67 - Maggie

Post by Tom Ford » Wed Aug 31, 2011 8:57 am

This is my next story. It happened shortly after my cousin Maggie's ninth birthday. Hope you like it!!!
Thanks to sarumansauron, viking, and xtc for your comments on my last story. Those are really appreciated!!!
Last edited by Tom Ford on Sat Oct 08, 2011 6:56 am, edited 4 times in total.

### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie - Part I

Post by Tom Ford » Wed Aug 31, 2011 8:58 am

Winter 1966-67
Maggie
Part I
Ready for TUGs
(m+/f)
In the last story, Andrew got back at Angela, Louise and I for breaking the “nine-year-old” rule. But Angela managed to get the better of all of us when she treacherously betrayed me when we attempted to escape. She soon got Andrew, but instead of tying him up, settled on him and David doing her bidding.
My cousin Maggie was the second one of our gang to celebrate her birthday in the year. Andrew was the first, celebrating his birthday on January 3, so he was now 11. Maggie celebrated her ninth birthday a week later, on January 10. You might think that we tied her up during her birthday. But we did not, because it was a Tuesday, and we usually don’t tie up someone during schooldays. Usually.
She of course knew that as soon as she became nine she’d be tied up, just like Nancy was. However, when, where, and how, she didn’t know. My cousin Donald (9, he was a year older, his birthday being January 16, where he’ll be ten), her older brother, told me that she kept asking if and when they were going to tie her up. Donald was busy that week, so he hadn’t had time to play tie-up games with his younger sister.
Andrew (11), Donald, and I (9) planned her first tie-up game. The story below was how it unfolded.
Like a lot of our tie-up games, this one unfolded on a Friday afternoon, right after school. Donald, Andrew and I quickly went home. My sister Betty (8) agreed to keep Maggie away from her home for as long a time as possible.
Our plan was simple. At Donald and Maggie’s home, we waited for Maggie to arrive. Andrew and I hid in Maggie’s room, while Donald waited downstairs. This was going to be exciting!! I can’t wait for her to arrive!!
My brother and I strained our ears to listen for any signs that our prey has arrived. It was boring just standing on either side of the door waiting for her to arrive. Hopefully, Betty wouldn’t keep Maggie away for too long. We had talked to Betty, and my sister assured me that Maggie would be okay with this. In fact, she had been looking forward to this. We readied our water pistols and waited.
We were beginning to get impatient of all this waiting when heard a couple of footsteps. We resisted the urge to laugh or make any sudden noise that might alert our quarry of our presence. Suddenly, the door opened. Maggie, wearing a striped green knee length dress, carrying her school bag, entered. I immediately grabbed her in a bearhug, and Andrew pointed a water pistol at her forehead.
Maggie laughed. “I was expecting this, but not as a surprise,” she said.
Betty followed us inside, then Donald a little later, carrying rope.
“Could you let me go now?” she asked. “I promise I won’t run.”
Seeing that she was pretty much surrounded, I let her go.
She immediately went and sat on a stool besides her dresser. Betty followed and soon, they had a conversation where Betty teased her about being tied up.
“You’re gonna get tied up! You’re gonna get tied up! You’re gonna get tied up!” Betty chanted.
“Yeah, but your turn will come soon,” Maggie said as she stuck out her tongue, then smiled.
Andrew, Donald, and I talked about who should do the tying. All of us wanted to do the honors. I was soon disqualified, however, because I already tied up Maggie, so it was down to Andrew and Donald. Andrew gave way because Donald was the older brother of Maggie, it was his house, and he has the rope.
Donald, with a big grin on his face, approached his little sister.
Maggie looked at him, and said, “I know you’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.”
“Yes. Now be a good little sister and put your hands behind you,” Donald commanded.
Maggie smiled and did so. She kept talking with my sister as my cousin tied her up. With Andrew and I watching, Donald wrapped the long white rope around her crossed wrists horizontally, then vertically, before tightly cinching it by wrapping it between the hands, then knotting it off.
“Tight?” asked Donald.
Maggie bit her lip then nodded.
“That’s good,” said Donald as he wrapped the remaining rope around her waist before cinching it between her body and hands, and knotting it out of the reach of her fingers.
“So, how’s that?” I asked.
With all of our eyes on her, Maggie began to push and pull her hands and tried to wiggle out of the ropes. She stood up, then began to struggle in earnest. After a minute, she stopped.
“Wow! I really can’t get out!” she said, looking over her shoulder and trying to get a glimpse of her bonds.
“That’s the idea,” Betty said.
“Yeah. Now come over here and be gagged,” Donald said.
Maggie gasped. “You’re gonna gag me?”
“Yes,” said her brother.
“But why?” she asked.
“Because you’re a loudmouth and you deserved to be silenced!” Donald retorted.
“I’m not a loudmouth! Take that back!” Maggie replied.
“Just kidding, sister,” Donald laughed.
“You’re still going to gag me then?” she asked.
“Because its part of being tied up,” Donald replied. “It goes together.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Yes,” said Donald. “Besides, you’ve helped gag us ever since we started playing these games, so it’s only fair that you get it too!”
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to Betty. “Stuff her mouth good,” he said. “I’m going to get the tape downstairs.”
Betty grabbed the handkerchief and balled it up while Donald went to retrieve the roll of duct tape.
“Okay, Maggie, sit,” she asked.
Maggie looked around the room, before sitting on the stool.
“Open your mouth,” Betty commanded.
Maggie hesitated at first, but then opened her mouth wide.
Betty cheerfully stuffed her mouth with the wad until everything was past her teeth.
“Good job,” said Donald, who had returned with the roll of tape and had torn a strip. “Now sister, close your lips over the handkerchief.”
Maggie looked at her brother, then did as asked.
Donald plastered her lips with strip after strip of tape, covering the lower part of her face with shiny gray. After that, Donald tied her ankles then her knees.
“There! All finished!” Donald said as he stepped away. We looked at his handiwork. It wasn’t the best job by any means but as Maggie is a newbie at this, it was good enough to hold her. “Try to escape!”
Maggie half-heartedly tried to struggle a bit, but gave up after a few tries.
“Can’t escape?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“Well, how long do we keep her like that?” I inquired.
“I don’t know,” said Andrew. “Donald?”
He merely shrugged.
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### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie

Post by Wyatt9999 » Wed Aug 31, 2011 4:02 pm

hehe Maggie seems like a pretty good sport and pretty nice too she knew you guys were gonna get her but she walked in anyways. Do you like it when your being tickled Tom ?

### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie

Post by sarumansauron » Wed Aug 31, 2011 4:23 pm

Nice start! Thanks!
Yes, do you like it when your being tickled Tom ?
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie - Part II

Post by Tom Ford » Sun Sep 04, 2011 8:01 am

Thanks to Wyatt999 and sarumansauron for your kind comments. To answer both your questions, well, I like to tickle others more than I liked to be tickled myself.
Winter 1966-67
Maggie
Part II
More Surprises
(m/f)
I was staring at Maggie. So much so that I completely didn’t notice the actions of my brother. I just felt the hair on the back of my head become wet, and when I turned around, I saw Andrew pointing the pistol at me.
I made a silent curse and raised my hand. “What’s this all about?” I asked.
“Shut up,” my brother said as Donald handed him a white piece of rope, “and put your hands behind you!!”
Are they trying to win another game? Seems like it. I did as they asked. I put my hands behind me, and soon, I felt the ropes around my wrists tighten a bit. He tied it around my waist, then cinched it behind me, which tightened the ropes considerably. It took a bit of time, longer than usual, because l later learned that he used a square lash to bind my crossed hands. On top of that, he tied it vertically then horizontally before he wrapped it around my waist. It was a very effective technique, and one that I often used myself. I knew that I wouldn’t get out without help.
My brother led me to Maggie’s bed, where he pushed me down so I’d sit on it. He tied my ankles and knees using two long pieces of rope. It was tight and firm.
“Open your mouth,” Donald asked.
I did not want to be gagged, but since I’m already tied up, what can I do? I opened my mouth, and my cousin stuffed a large rolled up sock in my mouth. He sealed it with a couple of strips across my mouth. Not satisfied, he tied a handkerchief over my hair, took a roll of brown packaging tape, and wrapped it around my head a couple of times, tightly.
I complained, but it came out only as an unintelligible grunt.
Donald and Andrew looked at each other.
“Okay, we got him. So who should we get next?” Donald asked. “Should we call Angela? She can bring Louise along.”
“No. Chester and Jay haven’t been tied up for a long time, have they?” Andrew remarked, referring the twins whom we often played with.
“No,” Donald replied. “How can they? They only arrived from vacation just in time for school.”
“I think we should catch them. After all, with both of them captured, we don’t need Louise or Frank to win,” Andrew proposed. “We can win without Angela! Just imagine that.”
Donald nodded. “Yeah. You’re right. I’ll call them.”
My cousin ran out of the room while Andrew and Betty remained to watch over us.
“Aw, you should’ve called Angela and Louise,” my sister whined.
“After what Angela pulled the last time? No,” Andrew replied, referring to the events of the last story, when Angela escaped and forced them to do her bidding. “I can’t wait to see the look on her face when I announce that we won another game without her!”
“Well, its’ just more fun with them around,” Betty whined.
“Well, you’ll join just us soon enough. After all, your birthday is just a few weeks away,” my brother replied, referring when she’ll be allowed to be tied up. “Will you want to join us?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Betty cheerfully replied. “You are all having so much fun it’s unfair that I get left out!”
“On whose team?” my brother asked.
“I want to tie Angela up!” she replied.
“So you want to join the enemy!” Andrew laughed.
“Not really. It just so happened that you and Angie were on the same side,” she replied.
“You really want to tie her up!” my brother inquired.
“Do I ever! That’s the single thing I’ve been waiting for all these months!” she said. “Maggie too! Right?” she looked at my bound cousin.
Maggie nodded.
“See? All of us girls want to tie up Angela!”
“With friends like this, who needs enemies!” my brother laughed.
“We’re not really enemies! It’s just sometimes, she’s just so full of herself, and she needs to be taught a lesson!” my sister ranted.
I later learned that despite being close friends, my cousin and sister sometimes resents the bossy nature of Angela, who being the oldest among the girls, took it upon herself to be the leader of the girls, and sometimes, of the boys too.
“You should teach me and Maggie to tie,” she said. “When we tie up Angela, she always manages to escape! And she usually ties us up in return!”
“You play tie-up games on your own?” my brother asked. “And you were tied up too?”
“Yup! All the time! Angela always challenges us to tie her up, and if she escapes, she’d tie us up. And we can’t tie well. She always escapes,” my sister said. “But only Louise and Nancy get tied up, since she knows enough not to violate the nine-year-old rule!”
“And you’re afraid that you’ll be her victim this time around?” my brother asked.
She nodded. “That’s why I need you to teach me how to properly tie someone up,” my sister said. “We can make Tom here the test subject!”
I grunted angrily at the notion. I am no test subject!
“I don’t think Tom here would like that,” he laughed, ruffling my hair. “But you don’t have much of a choice, do you?”
I did not, but I refused to acknowledge it.
“And we can use Maggie as another victim for you to practice on, and we can ask David to let us practice on Nancy,” Andrew mused.
Maggie grunted at that, but our captors just ignored her. “Mmmphhhh!” she whined.
“Oh just shut up,” my brother said. “I don’t understand anything you say!”
That stopped Maggie.
At that moment, Donald entered the room.
“All’s clear! The twins are coming!!” he announced with glee.
My brother smiled and rubbed his hands in anticipation. “What time will they be arriving?”
“In about ten minutes,” my cousin replied.
“Good. Go down and make sure to greet them,” Andrew said.
“Will do,” my cousin said as he took his water gun
“And one other thing. Call David and tell him to come here. Tell him to load his gun,” Andrew said just as Donald was leaving.
Donald nodded and went down.
“And now we will just have to wait,” said Andrew.
“Could I help?” my sister asked.
“Yes. Could you cut strips of tape, ready to use,” my brother instructed.
Betty understood and did as told. She got the roll of tape and cut several strips which she placed on the table besides the bed.
And so we waited. I was looking forward to it. Well, not the losing part, but the one where we will see again Chester and Jay. It has been a long time, after all.
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### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie

Post by viking » Sun Sep 04, 2011 9:36 am

is it just me, or is it a lot of backstabbing between your friends and siblings.
anyway, EPIC as usual. always fun to read your stories Tom Ford.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Sep 05, 2011 5:04 pm

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

### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie - Part III

Post by Tom Ford » Sat Sep 10, 2011 1:29 am

To sarumansauron and Viking, thanks. Viking, betrayals are part and parcel of our games by this time. Except on games where we agreed on teams beforehand. The trick is knowing when your buddy would do so and pre-empting him or her.
Winter 1966-67
Maggie
Part III
The Return of the Twins
(m/m), (m+/m), (m+/f)
It was about ten minutes later when the door opened, and Chester entered, with his hands in the air, and Donald coming in behind with a pistol pointed at his back.
“I knew it!” Chester said.
“You’d better!” Andrew expressed as he took hold of a long white rope and approached him.
Chester gave no resistance as Andrew bound his hands behind his back. His hands were crossed behind him, and it was cinched in the middle. He finished by wrapping the trailing ropes around his waist.
“So where’s Jay?” my brother asked.
“I only saw him coming,” Donald replied.
“Really? Where’s your brother?” asked Andrew.
“Oh he’ll come. I just went on ahead,” Chester said.
“Gag him,” my brother commanded Donald. “I’ll be right back!”
Andrew grabbed a loaded water pistol and rushed out.
I was puzzled. What was he up to? I had an inkling that it had something to do with Jay.
The look on Donald’s face indicated that he knew as much as me on what Andrew was planning. He sighed and resumed his work. He picked up a handkerchief scattered on the bed, balled it up, and stuffed it in Chester’s mouth. He sealed it with the torn pieces of tape that Betty had prepared.
He looked with satisfaction at Maggie, Chester and I. But he gave his special attention to his little sister.
“Aw! Little sister is tied up!” Donald mocked, ruffling her hair, which earned loud grunts from Maggie. He then tickled Maggie, who laughed hard.
Suddenly, the door opened. Jay ran and shot Donald, who had put his pistol on the table to be able to fully tickle his sister. Donald was shocked, but he raised his hands.
“Untie my brother and Tom,” he commanded.
“What about my sister?”
“Maggie? That’s Maggie?” Jay said as he stared at her bound figure wide-eyed.
“Yup! She’s already nine,” Donald declared as he first freed Chester, then me.
“Should we free her?” he asked his brother as soon as he was free.
“No,” Chester said. “I like her that way.”
“Keep her tied,” I added as soon as I was ungagged. I looked around and noticed that Betty wasn’t around. “Where’s Betty?”
“Probably slipped out when you came in,” Chester said.
“She’ll probably warn my brother,” I said.
“Well, let’s get out of here,” Jay suggested.
I nodded. The longer we stayed in there, the greater the chance that we might again be captured.
“But how about Maggie?” Chester asked, looking at the little girl.
Maggie grunted to call attention to herself.
We all looked at her before coming to a decision.
“First things first,” I said. “Tie up Donald. I’ll hide Maggie in Donald’s room.”
“What are you up to?” Chester asked.
“Just trust me,” I said. In reality, I had really had no idea what I was doing. I just didn’t want all of us in this room too long. Andrew might return any time soon with David, and I don’t want to be captured again. In retrospect, it might have been better had we stayed together. We could have easily fought them off, but we were still kids, and we sometimes do not think logically.
The twins agreed, and they untied Maggie’s feet and knees.
“Can you please stand up?” I politely asked my cousin.
Maggie, with a little help from me, stood up. I quickly frog marched her out of the room and went to her brother’s room. Everything was going according to plan.
“Hi brother,” I heard as soon as I closed the door to Donald’s room, and there was Betty, in her dress, standing in the middle of the room, “hi Maggie.”
“Betty! What are you doing here?” I asked as I put Maggie in the chair besides Donald’s study table.
“Oh nothing,” she said.
I merely shrugged as I extracted a piece of rope from my pocket. I bent down, intending to tie Maggie’s feet.
Suddenly, as I was kneeling, I was jumped. I was surprised. Betty was very light weight, but the suddenness of it, and the awkward position I was in, meant that I was on the floor on my stomach, with Betty sitting on my back. I didn’t want to give my position away to Andrew and Donald, so I simply told Betty in a normal but angry voice to get off my back.
“Get off me, you little brat!” I said, in a laughable attempt to be authoritative given my situation.
She replied by shifting more of her weight on to my back. “Aw. I like you like this, brother Tom,” she replied. “See? I like my chair nice and warm!”
“I’m not a chair. Now get off me!” I was now getting mad.
She refused. I tried to throw her off me, but my position and the fact that Betty grabbed a heavy bag (which was filled with books, I later learned) and hugged it (thereby increasing the weight bearing down on me) made it difficult. It was humiliating!
I might have thrown her off with enough effort had not the door opened and David entered the room with a loaded water pistol.
I was quickly squirted in the face, and I gave up my efforts. I just hope that the twins had better luck than I had. I really wanted to win this game.
“Tough luck, Tom, tough luck,” David laughed. “We win again!”
“Win?” I replied. “You haven’t caught Chester and Jay yet!”
“That’s what you think,” said David. “What do you think your brother and your cousin had been up to?”
I couldn’t believe it. “No! You’re bluffing!”
“Well, better believe it,” David said as Betty jumped off my back and I was able to stand up.
However, I knew that it was worthless as I was about to be tied up by David.
“Well?” I asked.
“Turn around and put your hands behind you,” he ordered. “Betty, could you hand me that rope?”
I did as told. Betty was able to retrieve a long piece of rope from under Donald’s bed. She handed it to David.
“Cross your hands,” he commanded.
I did as asked. I soon felt the familiar texture of smooth white rope being tightly bound around my wrists. I knew then and there that I would have needed help to get out of this.
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### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie

Post by viking » Sat Sep 10, 2011 9:31 am

woops. seems like yor brother won this one too...
oh well, still a funny story
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie

Post by xtc » Sat Sep 10, 2011 12:31 pm

What a good job you have a fair sized extended family to enable you to continue the entertainment. Thank you and more power to your typing fingers.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie

Post by TUfriend » Sun Sep 11, 2011 7:42 pm

Why are your stories not in the hall of fame?
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### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie

Post by canuck100 » Sun Sep 11, 2011 7:56 pm

> TUfriend wrote:Why are your stories not in the hall of fame?

Simply because I have not had time yet to put them all in there. But you're absolutely right, they definitely belong in the Hall of Fame.

### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Sep 12, 2011 5:20 pm

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

### Winter 1966-67 - Maggie - Part IV

Post by Tom Ford » Thu Sep 15, 2011 6:02 am

Thanks viking (well, they haven't won at that point yet), xtc (its fortunate that I learned to type fast while I was very young, and that my profession involved lots of typing, and yeah, I'm lucky I have fairly large family and many friends growing up, TUfriend, and Canuck100, (thanks for thinking that it belongs in the Hall of Fame. I really grateful for that. ), and sarumansauron. Anyway, there's the next update.
Winter 1966-67
Maggie
Part IV
A Twist in the Game
(m+/f), (m+/m+f+)
Before I knew it, I was gagged. My own little sister had the pleasure of stuffing Donald’s handkerchief in my open mouth and sealing it with tape as soon as pursed it together at her request. She’s becoming a little pain, but that was expected.
“Aw! Little Maggie’s tied up! Are you enjoying yourself?” David asked my cousin.
She shrugged.
“This is how we play,” he declared. “Now that you’ve experienced it, still want to play tie-up with us?”
Maggie seemed to think, but she nodded, at first weakly, then vigorously.
Donald and Betty smiled at that.
“Want to be untied?” Betty asked.
Maggie shook her head.
“Well then, let’s join the others,” Donald declared before he and Betty helped Maggie and I stand up. We marched together and entered Maggie’s room.
Even though I expected it, and I had seen them like that countless times, it was still a shock to me to see the twins, both of them, as they were. Both twins were seated on separate chairs, their hands bound to the armrests, their mouth gagged with tape and stuffed with some kind of cloth. I was quickly led to the bed, where I was lain on my stomach. My feet and knees were tied. I was then hogtied rather tightly.
Andrew, David and Donald stood back to admire their handiwork. Betty circled around us, giving oohs and aaahs at the ropework. Maggie was standing, bound and gagged as she was, and she followed Betty around looking at the boys’ bonds.
“Well, you didn’t expect your reunion to be like this,” laughed Andrew.
Both twins nodded. It was certainly strange, and memorable.
“You didn’t expect Maggie too, did you?” my brother asked them.
Chester nodded. Jay hesitated a bit before nodding too.
“Well, anyway, we have both of you, plus Tom. That’s three out of five. According to the rules, that’s enough to win,” Andrew continued. He was to say more but he was interrupted.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Nancy, to our surprise, entered. She was wearing a calf length dress, thick black tights, and a thick coat, scarf, and a hat. It looked like she entered the house and ran straight to Maggie’s room without bothering to remove the thick winter clothes.
“Maggie?” she said as she looked at her and stopped, then scanned the room.
“Nancy?” David exclaimed.
“Um, I’m here to see Maggie,” Nancy said, looking at our bound and gagged forms. “I guess she’s busy.”
She started to back out, but the door suddenly closed. Donald, who slammed it shut, was resting on the door and grinning at Nancy.
Nancy didn’t need to turn around to learn that she was trapped.
“Where’s Cathy?” her brother, David, asked. (Cathy (7) was Nancy and David’s little sister)
“Um, tied up at home?” Nancy replied.
“You tied up Cathy?” asked Betty.
Nancy nodded. “I’ve been practicing!”
“Who’s watching her?” Andrew asked.
“Oh Mom knows she’s tied up. She’ll let her go if she’s tied up too long,” Nancy replied.
“Well, then I guess you won’t mind getting tied up right now,” Andrew said, smiling with a length of rope in his hands.
“I guess not,” said Nancy. “Talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time!”
(I later learned, after all of this, that Nancy, after she tied up Cathy, also wanted to add Maggie to her list of victims. So she decided to call Maggie and tell her to go to her home and tie her up, but when she tried to call, she was told by Maggie’s Mom that she’s busy and can’t talk (hah!!). So she decided to fetch her herself! Boy, did that backfire on her rather spectacularly.)
Andrew helped her remove her coat, scarf, and the like, carefully placing it at the bed. I can see now that she was wearing a blue dress that reached to her calves. Nancy then placed her hands behind her. Andrew quickly tied it, tying it horizontally then vertically before cinching it tight and knotting it off at the top of her hands. He takes the long trailing ends and wraps it around her waist tight, knotting it off at the back.
At the same time, David rummaged Maggie’s drawers. He selected a couple of handkerchiefs. “Can I use this to gag Nancy?” he asked.
Maggie, who was looking wide-eyed at all of this, nodded.
“Thank you,” said David as he selected a large handkerchief and wadded it.
However, before David went and put it on Nancy’s mouth, Betty, who had been silently watching this, suddenly grabbed the wad. “I want to gag her!” she insisted and went to where Nancy was.
“Aw, do you have to gag me?” Nancy whined.
“Yes. Now, open up!” my sister commanded.
Nancy pouted but opened her mouth wide. My sister smiled and put the cloth in. She pushed with her fingers until all of it was inside.
“Now put your lips together,” David, who was holding a strip of duct tape, said.
Nancy did as asked, and David put a strip of tape over her lips. He tore a couple of more, and soon, covered her mouth from nose to chin, from ear to ear, with tape.
“Let’s tickle these three and get it over with,” Andrew said as soon as Nancy was finished being tied up.
That drew a cheer from Donald and David.
We were immediately tickled. Like all our previous tickling, this was a bit of fun but more of hell. It was not the most intense, but it was excruciating. It lasted five minutes with breaks.
David, Andrew, and Donald quickly shuffled the bound Maggie and Nancy, who watched while we were tickled, as well as the free Betty, who talked with her two bound friends, out of the room. Andrew carried Nancy’s extra winter clothes. We three captives were left alone to struggle free.
I gave it a go, but after a few minutes of tugging and pulling, it was obvious that getting free would require so much effort that by the time I’m halfway done, the thirty minutes would be up and I would still have lost. So I decided to simply wait out the time.
The twins, however, had more success. The way they were gagged and bound to the chair made escape possible. Chester was the one who thought of the escape. Only the lower part of his arm, from his elbow to his wrists, was bound, so he was able to lean forward. He soon found out that he can lean his head pretty close to one of his hands. He twisted his hands, and soon, he can touch his face. He quickly, detected, using his fingers, the edge of the tape imprisoning his mouth. After a few attempts, he clutched the edge with his fingers, and yanked his head upward, tearing the tape off his face. I’m sure it was painful as it was sudden, and he gave a whispered yelp. He duly spat out the wad in his mouth, which was a handkerchief.
His mouth free, he managed to hop the chair where he was bound towards Jay, who was attempting to do the same thing with his gag. There was still a problem of getting their hands free. Their arms were well tied and the knots were out of reach. As a result, Chester made no progress at all in freeing Jay or himself. However, in the course of hopping his chair, he came across besides the bed.
“Can you wriggle towards me?” Chester asked me. “I’ll try to undo your ankle ties.”
I nodded, and wriggled myself across the bed. It was difficult, being hogtied and all, but I persisted until my feet touched the chair. Chester tried to undo the knots on my ankles. He worked on the big knot that is within reach of his grasping fingers.
Finally, I felt the knots of my hogtie loosen, and I stretched my feet. With that, I was able to sit on the bed, stand and hop on the floor, and positioned myself so that my back was directly in front of one of Chester’s hands. With the fingers of one hand, he tried to undo my knots.
It was a race against time. The clock was ticking. If they return before we had freed our hands, we would lose. Without any water pistols around, we would certainly lose any confrontation.
Near the deadline, I felt the ropes loosen around my wrists loosen.
“Get your feet loose, and get out of here,” Chester said. “There’s no time to untie us.”
I understood and immediately went and undid the ropes binding my ankles. When I was free, without even removing my gag, I opened the door, and fled the room.
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### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie - Chapter IV updated!

Post by viking » Thu Sep 15, 2011 11:35 am

FETTE GENIALT, as we say where i come from.
this could get really interesting now that you actually got another change to get your brother's team.
i can't wait to read if you managed to win this after all, or if they caught you... again.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie - Chapter IV updated!

Post by TUfriend » Thu Sep 15, 2011 1:16 pm

Wow, great continuation.
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### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie - Chapter IV updated!

Post by sarumansauron » Thu Sep 15, 2011 4:32 pm

Another Great continuation! Thanks!
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### Winter 1966-67 - Maggie - Chapter V

Post by Tom Ford » Tue Sep 20, 2011 6:48 am

Thanks again to those who commented on this story. Viking, pardon my ignorance, but what does Fette Genialt mean? And I hope you like this chapter. Wait for the last chapter. You'll certainly be surprised, I bet, on how it ends. To TUFriend, and sarumansauron, thanks again for your kind comments!!!
Winter 1966-67
Maggie
Part V
Betty's Proposal
(m+/ff), (f/f)
I can hear Andrew and the other captors downstairs talking, so I stayed upstairs. They’d come up any moment now, so I had to act quickly. Knowing that there was probably a pistol hidden at Donald’s room, I quickly went in, expecting it to be empty. It wasn’t.
There was a girlish collective yelp as I entered. It turned out that Maggie and Nancy was in this room, still bound and gagged, along with Betty, who was free and talking and playing with her bound roommates.
I didn’t know who was more surprised—me, for seeing them here unexpectedly, or the girls, for seeing me freed before the game ended. Later, I found out that they first hang out in Maggie’s room to wait out the thirty minutes. Andrew, David and Donald decided to go down and have a snack, leaving Betty to watch over the still bound and gagged Nancy and Maggie.
Thinking quickly, I asked Maggie if there is any water pistol here in Donald’s room. I was disappointed when she shook her head. I decided then and there to make a run for it and make sure I’m never captured. We won’t win, but we won’t lose either. That might sound cowardly, but I’m sure that Chester and Jay would understand.
I turned around to quickly exit the room when Betty called me out.
“Hey brother, where are you going?”
“Out. Probably back home. I won’t let them get me,” I said.
“Well, how about we go back to David’s place?” Betty suggested. “Cathy is still tied up. You can free Maggie and Nancy right now, and tie them up at their place.”
I looked at the two captive girls. “Is it alright with you?” I asked.
They looked at each other. Nancy nodded first, then Maggie followed.
I couldn’t pass up a deal like this, so I agreed.
I asked Betty to untie them while I put my ear on the door to listen for any signs of Andrew and company. I listened for a few minutes. And it paid off. Five minutes later, I heard footsteps on the stairs, and I can hear the loud voices of Andrew, David, and Donald talking among themselves. Donald’s door was nearer to the stairs, so I held my breathe, praying that they wouldn’t check on the girls before going to Maggie’s room.
My luck held, and they proceeded to her room. I listened as I heard them open the door, and then closed it.
The second they did, I silently opened the door, and signalled the freed girls to follow me. We can hear the commotion of raised voices as we ran down the stairs. Lucky for us, all of us had coats on the coat rack (I later learned that Andrew put Nancy’s coat, bonnet, and other winter clothing there after he picked it up on the way out), and as silently as possible, we ran down, wore our thick winter coats, and went out of the house. Freedom at last. Well, for me at least.
We burst out laughing at our success when we were sure we’re out of earshot from the house. We kept laughing as we walked towards the house. We imagined what Andrew, David and Donald were thinking when they saw that I was gone, and that their female captives were gone as well. Though I was a bit sorry for Chester and Jay because they’d remain captive much longer than if we just let my brother win outright, I’m sure that they would not mind as long their captors were denied another victory.
We walked towards David’s home, and when we entered the house, we saw Cathy sitting on the couch watching TV. Her hands were behind her, obviously tied, while her mouth was free. Apparently, either she dislodged the gag on her own, or it was removed for her. She was wearing a peach dress that came to her knees. Her legs were bare, as the house was warm. She was wearing black shoes and white socks. Her feet was free too.
“What took you so long?” she asked, glancing at us, before turning her attention back towards the TV.
“Oh nothing,” Nancy replied. “What happened to your gag?”
“Oh Mom removed it,” she said. “She found me, removed my gag, asked me what happened, then was about to untie me. I told her that she can’t free me. She said OK but she refused to regag me. And she told me that she’ll untie me if you’re away too long. Hey, you were tied up!” She noticed the ropemarks on our hands.
“Yup!” I interjected, “And they will be again,” I said, rubbing my hands together.
“Just wait here,” Nancy said abruptly as she suddenly ran towards her room. Seconds later, she came back with miles of rope, together with a couple of handkerchiefs and a roll of duct tape.
“This is David’s stuff,” she said as she dumped in the couch. She took a handkerchief, rolled it into a small wad, and offered it up to Cathy’s mouth.
Cathy automatically opened her mouth, and took the ball of cloth into her mouth. She immediately zipped her lips as Nancy tore of a strip of duct tape and plastered it over her mouth. She further made sure of it by tearing additional strips and putting it over the first tape. Soon, her lower face was cocooned in grey.
“Now that’s more like it!” Betty giggled as Nancy bent to tie her sister’s feet.
“You think they’ll figure out we’re here?” Maggie asked, referring to Andrew, Donald, and David.
“Maybe,” I replied. “Hey, do you have any water pistol that I can borrow? You know, just in case,” I asked Nancy.
“Yeah. Ever since I learned of your rules I got one!” Nancy said. “Wait for me and I’ll get it!”
She again bounded out of the living room. A minute later, she reappeared, holding in her hand a loaded water pistol. She showed it to us with a proud smile, yet careful not to hand it over to us.
“Can I borrow it?” I asked.
“Well,” she started, then suddenly squirted all of us, including Betty, with water.
“Nancy!” we shouted in unison.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist! But you’re my captives!!” she sang. “I’m going to tie all of you up, except Betty!”
To say that we were surprised would be an understatement. We just couldn’t believe that David’s sister would have the wherewithal to take us all captive. We looked at each other, and except Betty, raised our hands in surrender.
“We’re all yours,” I said. Well at least she was not a member of my brother’s team, so this isn’t counted as a loss, sort of.
“I knew you’d see it my way!” she happily and excitedly said as she put her gun down and started to gather the rope she’s going to use.
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### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie - Posted! Chapter V!!

Post by sarumansauron » Tue Sep 20, 2011 8:26 pm

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

### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie - Posted! Chapter V!!

Post by viking » Wed Sep 21, 2011 1:11 am

you know, considering how mutch betreyals there is in your games i almost expected nancy to squirt you.
but i really got interested when you said you had a BIG surprise for the final chapter. so i'm looking forward to it.
oh and by the way, fette genialt does not have any translation that makes sense in english.
it's a slang term in my mother language and a directly tranlslation would be confusing, but it basicly means great, awesome or genius depending on the situation your using it... in this case it's awesome
i probably should have explained that earlier to make sure you know what i meant, but i didn't think that far... sorry about that, my fault.
anyway, still a good story
now i'm interested in knowing if nancy actually knew how to tie anyone up really well
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Winter 1966-67 - Maggie - Part VI

Post by Tom Ford » Tue Sep 27, 2011 6:03 pm

Thanks to Viking and sarumansauron. To Viking, well, at this point, Nancy doesn't tie as well as us, but its passable. Hope you like this conclusion!!!
Winter 1966-67
Maggie
Part VI
Conclusion
(f/f), (m/f)
“Maggie, can you please?” she asked.
My cousin pouted but turned around and put her hands behind her.
“Thank you,” Nancy said. She began tying my cousin. David’s sister’s technique was crude compared to our standards. I can see several ways in which I can untie myself. But Maggie was a newbie to being tied up, and she wouldn’t learn how to effectively exploit, or even discover, flaws in her tying technique. Nancy basically applied the principle of quantity being quality, and used an overly long rope, and wrapped it round and round her hands, vertically, horizontally, then vertically, then every which way, until there were only a short amount of rope left, which she used to cinch the ropes between her hands rather tightly. She put the final knot on the top of her hands.
Then, she took another rope and tied one end of it to the rope on my cousin’s hands. She took the long end and wrapped it around her waist until there was on a short piece left, then tied it to the trailing end of the knot tied on her hands. It was tight, but she didn’t cinch it like my brother or I or Angela would’ve done, but on Maggie, it was adequate. More than enough I think. Her tying technique, I observed (well, not at that time, but retrospectively), shows that she had been taught by her brother. Over time, it would become polished, and inescapable even by Houdini.
Nancy then went and selected another handkerchief, wadded it into a ball, then thrust it into Maggie’s open mouth. Maggie obligingly pursed her lips together while Nancy tore a strip of duct tape. Nancy taped her closed lips together, then tore a couple of strips more to reinforce original tape. When it was over, about six to seven trips across her mouth cocooned her face. Her big eyes looked into us, saying that she wasn’t having a bad time. All in all, my cousin took it well.
“Doesn’t she look sweet all tied up?” she asked as she looked at her latest captive.
“She sure does,” I replied, though I knew I’m next.
Betty giggled, then said to me, “Now it’s your turn, brother,” she laughed. “Hey Nance, do Tom here!”
Nancy turned and looked at me, smiled sweetly, and took a length of rope. I turned my back on her and put my hands behind me and waited for the rope to be wrapped around my wrists.
Except that Nancy went in front of me, and offered me the rope. “No. I don’t want to tie you up,” she said. “At least not now. I want you to tie me up!”
“What?” Betty and I exclaimed.
“Tie me up! I want to join my sister and Maggie!” she said. “They’re not having all the fun!”
“I can’t believe you!” Betty said, exasperated.
“You’re just jealous because you can’t be tied-up yet!” she replied.
“Then why bother to shoot me if you want to be tied up anyway!” I asked.
“Oh nothing! Just wanted to surprise you and all. Being captive is so much fun than being captor,” she laughed. “Now I demand that you tie me up! Right now!! Or I’ll scream!”
I didn’t believe it, but I took my chance. I took the rope from her hand, saying, “Well, if that is what you want!” I smiled.
She smiled back before turning her back on me and putting her hands behind her.
I crossed her hands and proceeded to work. Taking a length of white rope, I tied one end to her wrists, with a length, about a quarter of the length, dangling, while I wrapped the long end around her wrists, first in a square lash with about three passes, then cinched with the dangling end, then tied vertically then horizontally then cinched again. She was small, and the rope was long enough, that when I finished with her wrists, there was enough rope left to circle her waist once and cinch it between her hand and waist.
“Want to be gagged too?” I asked while I was tying her up.
She nodded.
So after tying her up, I took a handkerchief from the pile, balled it up, and offered it to Nancy’s mouth. She opened wide, and I happily stuffed it into her pretty little mouth. I finished by putting strip after strip across her mouth and lower face. I could do more to gag her, but I felt lazy, and I felt she wouldn’t even try to get out, so I stopped. I then took a rope, and tied her ankles, and knees.
“Happy now?” I asked.
She nodded.
Betty was busy, looking at the captives, teasing some by touching their nose or tickling them, and generally making herself annoying to them.
Before I could do something, Nancy and Cathy’s elder brother David arrived. Both of us were surprised, to say the least.
“So this is where you’ve run off too!” he finally said, laughing upon seeing me.
“Well, you didn’t!” I replied. “Without me, you can’t say you’ve won!”
“That’s what you think,” said David. “We don’t need you. We got Frank.”
I can’t believe it. “You got Frank! I don’t believe it!”
David smiled. “You’d better. You lose again!” he boasted.
It was true. I later called Frank, and he confirmed that they called him to come over to my cousin’s house, tied him up when he got there, and with the twins, it was enough to win, even without me or my other teammate, my classmate Louise.
So all my efforts were in vain.
“Hey, want to get free?” David asked his sisters.
Both Nancy and Cathy shook their heads.
“Okay then. I’d ask Maggie too, but I’ll leave her in your hands,” David said to me and Betty. “Want me to free her?”
“She just got tied-up!” Betty said. “Let her remain tied up for a while more!”
“Well, if Betty wants her cousin to be tied up, who am I to argue?” I replied.
We left them tied up for about thirty minutes, then we untied them all. We congratulated Maggie on her first experience (well, second, actually).
As for Nancy, after she tied up Cathy, it turned out that she also wanted to add Maggie to her list of victims. So she decided to call Maggie and tell her to go to her home and tie her up, but when she tried to call, she was told by Maggie’s Mom that she’s busy and can’t talk (hah!!). So she decided to fetch her herself! Boy, did that backfire on her rather spectacularly. Still, in the end, she got what she wanted. She got Maggie tied up in her home with Cathy, and she also got herself tied up by me.
When I went home a little later, Andrew told me that he was surprised at our escape, but he also rubbed in the fact that we still lost.
I told him that it was not my fault that we lost, and that next time, we would beat them. Andrew only laughed at this, saying that it did not matter whose fault it was, we still lost, and that we can not beat them. That they’ll always win.
All in all, it was a good a tie-up game, but I was sore at losing, again. Maybe it’s bad luck. I don’t know. But we seem to have more difficulty in winning than in losing. I was determined to break the cycle and win the next time.
The next on the list was Betty. Her birthday was coming up, and I particularly looked forward to it. And it sure was a memorable one!!!!!! Just read the next part and find out!!!!
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### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie - Story Completed!!

Post by sarumansauron » Wed Sep 28, 2011 7:08 pm

Great story! Thanks!

### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Maggie - Story Completed!!

Post by lonewolfandfriends » Wed Sep 28, 2011 7:13 pm

Ya great one thanks