The Competition

Postby Jay Candice » Sat Apr 07, 2012 4:58 pm

Michael stared at his target. Her name was Christine Williams. She was a pretty girl, but then again, he never chose anyone that was ugly. That seemed to take the fun out of it. She had blond hair that fell nearly to her waist, was a little shorter than average, and had a beautiful smile when she was happy. Michael wasn’t in any of her classes, but had seen her around school.

Michael always wore a mask. Always. It wouldn’t do for people to see his face. That wouldn’t be good. There were always reports about young girls getting tied up, unharmed, and the person who did it was never seen, never found.

Michael never made mistakes. He had a sharp eye, spotting security cameras. He only struck when he was sure that his victim was alone. Just in case, he always struck when there was nowhere to run.

Right now Christine was sitting on a bench that overlooked the school football field. She was checking her phone, and was now making a call. That was the only thing stopping him from going at her now. Since she was talking, it would sound very strange for the other end to hear it abruptly stop and then here the sound of a struggling girl. He would have to wait until she was done.

She snapped her phone down and stretched. Michael let in a smile. It was time.

She was starting to get up. He had chosen a hiding place quite close to her, so when she was packing her stuff, he darted forward. One hand immediately went over her mouth, silencing any cries. Not that there was anyone around to hear anyways.

Despite that, she yelled anyways, muffled into a shallow “Mmph!” He quickly wrenched one hand behind her back, snapping on the handcuffs. He had to do it with one hand, and he remembered how proud he was when he was able to do it so fast one-handed. He quickly removed his other hand from her mouth long enough to grab her other arm and lock it in the cuff.

The only words she was able to get out was “Help mmph!” before his hand stuffed a rag in and clamped over her mouth.

She struggled with him, but with her hands behind her back it was futile. She pulled, but he could tell that she was losing hope. Christine’s struggles became less strong, and she was getting tired.

“Next time, you might want to be somewhere where there’s someone in screaming distance,” Michael advised, disguising his voice so she wouldn’t recognize it. He got out a cloth and firmly cleave-gagged her tightly, making sure to wrap it around twice and knot it off so it wouldn’t come undone by itself.

As he got out some rope and started binding her ankles, he reflected how things would be so much easier if he had some chloroform. Then he could just knock her out and tie her up easily. Right now, she was struggling all the while, moving around, making tying her up a harder process then it needed to be. But he was running out of chloroform, and he only reserved it for the truly athletic girls.

He soon finished tying her ankles and knees tightly. He had practiced a long time, so he knew that she probably had about a 3% chance of getting out of those bindings. Still, he decided to bind her elbows together with some more rope, and then bound her arms to her back with some rope along her belly. He cinched tightly, and soon she could only wiggle.

He stepped back. Michael liked to consider himself a professional. He had done this before, but only to people in the local area. He picked Christine up and carried her down to the football field. There were some metal bleachers there, and he laid her down onto them. He proceeded to tie her down so she was laying on the bleachers, firmly wrapping rope around her ankles, knees, and chest.

“Mmmph! Mmph!” She pleaded, using her eyes rather than her voice. Michael ignored her. Someone would find her eventually, and by then, he would be long gone.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: The Competition

Postby xtc » Sun Apr 08, 2012 2:08 am

Welcome. Is there more to this character? It's a pleasure to read something as well laid out as this; appropriate grammar and correct punctuation (a few too may commas, perhaps) both help to make your work a pleasure to read because there is no difficulty over comprehensibility.

I hope to read more from you soon.
Wassail!
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Competition

Postby Jay Candice » Sun Apr 08, 2012 4:48 pm

Thanks xtc, its really nice to be complimented by a good writer like you. So yeah, this is my first story, and my second post here.



As the bell rang, signaling the end of school, Michael wondered who he should tie up next. He had been looking around school, deciding his next victim.

Tying people up was more of a hobby than a job. He didn’t get paid or anything, and he still had a future ahead of him. It was just he enjoyed the sheer thrill of having complete control over someone else.

He had looked over, wondering who to strike next.

He could get Ashley Davis, a blond girl that was a year younger than him. The problem was, she never seemed to be alone. He had tried her three times in the past, and she was always with someone else.

He might try Alice Turner, a redhead who was in the same grade as him. She was a possible candidate, but he didn’t know where she was going yet. That would need some investigating.

He considered Jean Wong. She was an Asian girl a year younger than him. But he had heard that she knew martial arts, so the last thing he needed was a kick to the face. And he didn’t want to waste any more chloroform than he needed to, so she was still debatable.

Then there was her sister, Katherine Wong. He had seen Katherine walk home with Jean. She was three years younger than Jean, and seemed a much easier target. He often considered doing a double-whammy on her and her sister. Unfortunately, the only time he saw her was with her sister, so that pretty much sucked.

He finally decided on Amy Anderson. She was a blond girl with her hair in two ponytails in front of her. She was only in seventh grade, and he hadn’t seen her too much, since Michael was in high school. But he had seen her several times alone, and was a perfect target.
He hurried over to the middle school. His parents wouldn’t miss him. They were rarely home by eleven, so that gave him plenty of time and privacy. He still had time with them on weekends, but sometimes he wished they were home more often. Still, he appreciated how he could tie girls up and his parents wouldn’t know a thing.

He cut through the neighborhood. The high school and middle school were connected like that. With luck, he would find her where he usually did.

He had first spotted her when she was walking past the high school. From what he figured, she always had somewhere to go on Thursdays that required her to walk through the school. She had almost caught him tying up Adrian Borrios.

Michael ran through the middle school. It was sort of small, and Michael had memories of attending. Lots of trips to the principal’s office. But his target wasn’t here. She was farther down, in the back corners of the school. Where it was quite. Where no one would hear her cries for help.

There, he spotted her leaning against a small shack where the teachers kept their equipment. The shack was next to the gym, so it created a sort of alley like place. She was reading some book, and he knew that she had come here to get some peace and quiet. Though today, she wasn’t going to get some.

He had brought a gag and duct tape. He was feeling like a taping mood today, so he opted to get some. He used handcuffs the other day, though he never liked buying new ones. He had a part time job on Mondays that were reserved for getting money to buy more handcuffs. He usually went with rope and tape, but they took longer, handcuffs were easier. He kept telling himself to remove a girls handcuffs and bind with something else after he was done restricting her body, but he always forgot. He would often try to retrieve his handcuffs later, if he could.

Amy was wearing a school uniform, a white dress shirt with a green tie and a green skirt with long green socks. He reflected how he hated the uniform when he attended.

He went behind her, or where she wasn’t facing. Earlier she was sort of leaning against the wall, but now she was in a standing position, reading her book. He gave himself a brief moment to wonder why she didn’t sit down.

He tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and gave a brief “Wha-“ before a cloth was thrust into her mouth followed by a strip of duct tape covering her mouth. Amy reached to take off the tape but he grabbed that hand, forcing it behind her.

But she surprised him by whamming an elbow into his stomach. Michael’s eyes widened as she sent a kick into his side. He fell to the ground gasping. He hated when they fought back. It was a very unwelcome side-effect of what he was doing.

He shakily got to his feet. Amy was already running, but Michael was faster. He ran, his feet rapidly closing the gap. It helped that Amy was trying to peel the duct tape off her mouth as she ran, easily slowing her.

He jumped and tackled her. When they were both on the ground he grabbed both her wrists and forced them behind her. His knees on her legs, and his one hand holding together both of hers, he got out the duct tape.

He crossed her wrists and wrapped the roll of tape around six times. No way she was getting out of that. He forced her ankles together, taping them tightly. He wrapped her knees together, then her thighs. He taped above and below her breasts, firmly securing her arms behind her body. He finished the gag by wrapping it around her head three times. Finally, he bent her feet back so it touched her butt, and taped it together by wrapping her shins to her thighs, making a hogtie with tape.

She struggled like a fish, screaming into her gag. The screams weren’t very loud however, and he doubted anyone could hear her.
He opened the door of the shack with a key that he had stolen from his P.E teachers. He threw her in, then locked the door. Someone would find her there, give or take a day. She would be fine.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: The Competition

Postby The Black Falcon » Sun Apr 08, 2012 8:14 pm

Excellent story(ies)!
This is a great fulfillment of a "what if" scenario that I've often wondered about. What if I were to just disguise myself and tie up girls I know just for the sake of tying them up? Of course, I'd never try it in real life, but it's still interesting to think about.
Many kudos to you, sir!
College student by day. Crime-fighting vigilante by night.

Re: The Competition

Postby Jay Candice » Mon Apr 09, 2012 8:56 pm

Thanks, that means a lot to me. I like writing, and sometime, I would really like to go into professional writing. Right now I'll just stick to this :big:




Michael yawned. He wondered when Amy would be found. He had already heard reports of Christine Williams found tied to the bleachers. He was happy to read how it had taken the rescuers quite some time to untie her, he had done a pretty good job. When he looked at the paper, a mention of Trisha Smith arose, something about her being tied up too. He never remembered doing anything to Trisha Smith, he barely knew her. But he supposed that he might have tied her up at one point, he had been doing this for a long time, it was hard to keep track.

Despite this, Michael knew that his job was going to get harder. They had already specified that young girls were the targets, so those young girls would watch out. Once they saw this many would avoid going outside alone.

Of course, Michael knew that many of them would also think “It’s not going to happen to me.” Of course, getting tied up and hearing it on the news were two different things. Michael knew that they would always think it would happen to someone else. Until it happened to them.

He had managed to retrieve the handcuffs he had used on Christine. The people who freed her just left his stuff lying there, so that saved a trip to the store. Tying people up came with a price, literally.

He had decided to go after Alice Turner, the redheaded girl his age. Today, she would be at the swim pool for two hours. Lots of people used the local indoor pool, so he had to wait until she was picked up. She always waited in the back parking lot, which almost no one went to. No one would be there to see her get bound, no one to hear her cries for help.

It was a short ways, so he walked. Eventually, he made it, arriving at the large swim center. He had gone there a few times before, but never really liked swimming. He walked to the back parking lot, and took note of how there was no windows for people to see him tie her up. Perfect.

Despite how the warnings of always staying where people could help you, Michael knew that one way of another, the girl he was looking for would be alone at some point. It was unavoidable, and that’s when he struck. He would never let down an opportunity, let a chance go by.

Except that Alice wasn’t turning up. She appeared here every time at this time today. She should be here.

Michael crossed his arms. Impossible. She was a no-show. Was she sick? No, he saw her today. She was looking perfectly healthy. He was pretty sure she was going to the swim center, but hadn’t made sure that was exactly where she was going. Maybe she had another schedule.

He shook his head. Swimming meant a lot to Alice, it would take something pretty important for her to miss a practice. Maybe she was still inside, for some reason.

He waited another ten minutes. Nothing.

He got up from his hiding place. Not a single soul had been here, especially not Alice. He noted how in nearly half an hour nobody showed up, and briefly wondered why the back parking lot even existed if nobody used it.

He started walking down, but then he heard a slight “mmph!” Michael stopped. He was sure he heard it, he had made many a girl make the same sound. It was barely audible, he could have mistaken it as his ears playing tricks on him. But there was no mistake. It was the sound of a gagged girl, he could recognize it anywhere.

He was next to a large little forestation area. He knew that there was a bike trail running down it somewhere. He hurried through.
“Mmph! Mmm!” He followed the muffled cry of distress. He stopped, and saw that Alice Turner was already tied up.

She was dressed in a two-piece swimsuit, and she was still wet, as if she had just gotten out of the pool. A towel lay at her feet, and Michael guessed that she had been drying off. Her arms were tied over her head, so high the she was on her tip-toes. Her wrists were tied, and had a rope tied to a high branch. Her ankles and knees were also tied up, and she was bound to the tree at the shins, thighs, and belly. A piece of duct tape formed as a gag was over her mouth, and by the sound of her muffled cries, she had a piece of cloth stuck into her mouth.

Michael was stunned. He couldn’t have done a better job. It was almost as if he had done it. Whoever had done his job for him was a professional, as good as he was.

“Mmph!” Alice cried, obviously asking him to free her. Michael was suddenly thankful that his mask still hid his face. He ignored her pleas for help and turned, he wasn’t about to let her free. He wondered who the mysterious person was, and why he was tying up girls too.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: The Competition

Postby xtc » Tue Apr 10, 2012 1:17 am

"Curiouser and curiouser". It's nice to see you ringing the changes.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Competition

Postby Jay Candice » Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:59 pm

Today was Friday, and Michael decided to go after Ashley Davis. He had finally found a weak point in her schedule, at seven pm she went to grab the newspaper. It was such a brief time, and so late at night, that he had missed it. But Michael was glad he found it, Ashley was a pretty good target.

It was 6:50 when he got there. He parked a far ways, and started walking there. He wondered why anyone would get there mail at around 7:00. Much too vulnerable to people like him.

He was glad it was Friday, but he knew that he would have to wait until it was Monday again until he went after his next targets. By then, he would have some chloroform, so it was nice for a break.

It was dark, but this was a pretty big neighborhood. He was worried how anyone could see him here, but decided that he would have to stick to the shadows and go for her mouth first.

He walked through, but when he got to his destination, he saw that there was another person, this one was wearing a ski mask. And he was in the process of tying Ashley Davis up.

Ashley’s upper body was already tied up in a rope harness. He could see from her position that her hands were bound behind her back and she was cleave-gagged. Her ankles were roped together and the ski masked man was working on her knees.

“Hey!” Michael said, half angry, half confused. “I was going to tie her up!”

The other guy turned, obviously confused. “What? Who the heck are you?”

“Get off her!” Michael said. “She’s mine.”

“I got here first,” The other guy argued. “You can’t take her. Besides she’s mostly tied up.”

“Mmf?” Ashley muffled, obviously confused. Michael wondered what it was like, having two mysterious masked figures fighting over the right of who would tie you up. A strange position, it was.

Michael blinked. “You’re the one who tied up Trisha Smith and Alice, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, so?” The ski mask guy said. “And you’re the guy who tied up all those other girls, weren’t you? Like the girl on the bleachers.”

“Yeah,” Michael admitted. “Who said you could go around tying girls up? This is my turf.”

Michael’s adversary snorted. “Your turf? Who says? I got just as much right binding as you do. You should stay out of my way. But face it, this girl, Ashley, she’s mine tonight.”

Michael grumbled, and walked away. He wouldn’t let this amateur steal all his targets. He was the top in this town.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: The Competition

Postby xtc » Wed Apr 11, 2012 1:14 am

A good length for an episode. Please keep going.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Competition

Postby Jay Candice » Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:08 pm

This one is kind of long, and it's a double, so it took a little bit longer to write. Sorry.





He hated striking in neighborhoods. But he had chosen a part of it where it was kind of run-down. Where people didn’t really care to look out there windows, because their property and everyone else’s were so filthy, you didn’t want to look at it. It was like the wasteland of the neighborhood, where the less wealthy lived, or maybe just the sloppy.

Michael didn’t like it. Even if he was poor, he would have liked his lawn looking at least a little bit clean. But he appreciated how when he chloroformed Jean and Katherine Wong, they wouldn’t know what hit him, and the neighbors here wouldn’t even know it happened.
Michael always chose his places carefully. He would choose the safest place, find a hiding spot, and strike, like he always did. He didn’t like how it was broad daylight, but he knew the sisters would be alone. He supposed they didn’t read about how it was bad to be alone now, but he was happy for that.

He flicked the rope while he waited in his hiding place. He considered using handcuffs, but figured he wouldn’t need them, as chloroform would do the job easily. He would subdue them, and take his time tying them up.

He felt sorry for Katherine Wong, she was only eleven years old, in sixth grade. He was his youngest target yet. But she was in one of the only places where Jean was practically alone, and he liked the two-in-one deal. He couldn’t have her running off and telling someone while he tied up Jean. So unfortunately for her, she would be tied up alongside her sister. She would probably be easily subdued, unless she knew martial arts too. That would be a bother, but Michael had dealt with worse. He was a professional after all, and he wouldn’t let something like that stop him.

He was still upset about how the other guy beat him to tying up Ashley. He had wanted to finish his week with another victim finished. Unfortunately, his new rival had ruined it for him. He couldn’t let that guy beat him.

He stopped fiddling with his rope and got out the chloroform-soaked rags as he heard the footsteps of two girls that were about to get a big surprise.

He looked through a hole in his hiding place (which in the case was two boards lying against a fence, he had no idea why they were there, but was thankful that they were). The older girl, Jean, was sort of tall and athletic. She was curvy he could see, and had long glossy black hair that fell past her shoulders. She was wearing a white hoodie and a blue shirt and jeans. Her sister was wearing the school uniform that his previous (successful) target had worn, a white dress shirt with a green tie and matching green skirt. Katherine’s hair was tied in a ponytail with blue ribbons. She looked pretty cute, but Michael thought that she would look better tied up.

He waited until they passed him, and he slid out of his hiding place without making a sound. He was quite, he had to be in order to get his targets.

He ran quietly until they were right behind him. He guessed that Jean heard him, because she asked her sister if she had heard anything. By the time Jean was turning, he had grabbed her arm and put the rag to her mouth and nose.

He heard Katherine shriek as he pressed it against her. He turned to get Katherine as well, but he saw the black figure from Friday swoop in and grab her, clamping her mouth with one hand and holding a rag soaked with chloroform.

Michael let Jean fall, assumedly unconscious. “What are you doing here?”

His rival had frozen as well. “I could ask you the same question.”

Katherine’s foot flashed like lightning, and suddenly Michael’s side was in pain. He clutched it, “Ow! Get out of here! I was here first!”

“We were both hiding in this area! Ouch!” He cried as Katherine punched him. They both sprang into action, Michael grabbing
Katherine’s waist and forcing her to the ground, while his rival forced his rag of chloroform at her mouth and nose, and soon she wasn’t struggling, she was knocked out.

Michael glared at the newcomer. “Get out of my business.”

“Hmph,” He growled. “She would have gotten away if it wasn’t for me.”

“It’s none of your business,” Michael said. “Get out of here.”

“No,” He said. “I targeted these two as well. You’re not taking them.”

“Fine, why don’t I take Katherine and you take Jean?” Michael suggested. “We tie them up, but let’s make sure they’re together. Sounds good?”

“Whatever,” was all he said before moving toward Jean with some rope. Michael grumbled and put the sleeping Katherine into a sitting position as he started tying her wrists behind her back. He wrapped it around a few times tightly before cinching it. Nearly impossible to get out. He tied her ankles together, her knees, her thighs, doing well but his mind wasn’t on it. His mind was on the man next to him, doing a similar job on Jean Wong.

After Michael finished his above and below the breasts routine, he stuffed a rag into Katherine’s mouth and cleave-gagged her. He started to put her into a hogtie making it tight enough that she could touch her shoes.

He saw that the other guy had put Jean into a hogtie and cleave-gagged her too. He had balled Jean’s hands into fists and taped them like that, preventing use of her fingers. He tossed the roll of tape to Michael and he did the same to Katherine. They positioned the two girls until the sisters were back to back, then made a rope that tied together the two girls, connecting at the wrists and the hogtie. They wrapped a rope around them at the waist, tying the two girls tightly together.

Unanimously, they decided to throw the sisters into a small ditch (figuratively, it was more like they laid them into the ditch). It still had water flowing, and Michael figured that they would get all wet, especially when they tried to futilely escape. They had chosen an out-of-the-way place, so even kids walking to school wouldn’t see them. They would be stuck there awhile, maybe even more than a day. He supposed that when they had to go to the restroom it would be okay that they were already wet.

“Are you going to keep going after the girls I’m going after?” Michael asked his rival as they finished. The two girls had already started to come to after they hit the water, and he could see them struggling and hear them moaning into their gags.

“What about you?” He challenged. “Whenever I pick a girl, you seem to show up ten minutes late to fail at stealing her.”

“You should talk, you were a tad late this time,” Michael retorted.

“Fine, how about a challenge?” He said. “We both go around tying girls up, and we take a picture of the girl we tie up. The person with the most girls tied wins, how about that? We end this on the 23rd. The loser has to back off and let the other tie girls up himself. The loser either has to lay off or find somewhere else. Deal?”

Michael stared at him straight in the eye. He wasn’t about to lose this contest. “Deal.” He held out his hand they shook, the pact was made.

His rival smiled. “I never got your name. My name is Andy.”

Michael stared at him. “I’m Michael. And I’m going to win.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: The Competition

Postby Jay Candice » Sun Apr 15, 2012 4:10 pm

Michael grumbled. It was Tuesday now, and he was determined to win. He didn’t have anything planned, which meant that he had to walk around and hope he found someone good. He walked around his high school after school, wondering if anybody would be alone. There was a few clubs still going now, and he was pretty sure that the gymnastics team was practicing for their big meet soon.

He blinked. Of course, he should try there. With all those girls in one place, it would be perfect. Then again, he would have to wait until they were alone, and he had to face it, those girls were never alone. They would be practicing for a while together.

He supposed he could wait until after they were done, when they were waiting for the bus or their ride or something.

In his backpack he held three handcuffs, coils of cotton rope, and two rolls of duct tape along with a couple of gags. He had stashed it in his locker so he didn’t have to carry it with him. Still, he didn’t have much idea of where to go or who to tie up.

Michael wondered if he should just go to the middle school. He might have better luck there. But he heard that the middle school and high school gymnastics were corresponding, so he figured that he would only find something similar there.

A volleyball bounced over to him.

“Hey!” A voice called. He turned, thankful that his mask wasn’t on so it wouldn’t look suspicious. It was a girl, he had seen her around. What was her name? Kathy? No, Krystal. She was a freshman with shoulder length reddish hair and a pink T-shirt and jeans. She hitting around a volleyball with her friends, a little three-way triangle.

He kicked the ball over to her. She was perfect. There was only the matter of getting her alone. She had two other people next to her, a boy a little bit older than her, whatever, and another freshman girl, long blond hair in a ponytail. Maybe he would get her if he had time.
He waited for a while, watching them bounce around the volleyball. He had a mild interest, but was more interested when he had an opportunity.

Finally, when Michael was starting to think he should just sit down and do his homework, they stopped.

“Hey, Krys,” The blond girl said. “I’m going to go put this away, it’s getting late.”

“Sure thing,” Krystal replied. “Goes in the gym, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Can’t we do this a little while longer?” The guy asked. “C’mon, Arlene.”

“No, I got places to go,” The blond girl, Arlene said. “I’ll put it away.” She scooped up the volleyball and started walking towards the gymnasium. Arlene was going to be late for wherever she had to go to. Maybe by a day or so.

She walked to the gymnasium, which was kind of far away. Michael knew that he had to get her before she reached their, because there would be plenty of practicing gymnasts in there.

He hid behind a corner. With a little luck, she would take the shortest route there, he would gag her, tie her up, end of story. If he was unlucky, she would take the scenic route, and he would have to cut her off somewhere. If he was really unlucky, for some reason she wouldn’t have to go to the gym and go some other direction.

She rounded a corner. Michael smiled, and would have pumped a fist if it wasn’t jamming cloth into Arlene’s mouth, followed by a cleave-gag. He wrenched her arms behind her back and cuffed them. Michael forced her down into some bushes and started tying her legs up with rope. Knees and ankles were good enough, if she was gone too long then Krystal would come along and he wouldn’t be ready.

Arlene struggled and bucked, but she couldn’t beat the handcuffs. Soon she was trussed in a rope harness and had her elbows an inch apart, forced together with rope. From there it was an easy job of removing the handcuffs and tying them together with rope, as she couldn’t move her arms that much with the elbow restraints. He blindfolded her with another cloth and hoisted her over his shoulder.
He wondered where he should put her. He would have said the lockers, but he’d have to find an elf to stuff someone in there. It would have worked, he had found out Corey Jansen’s locker combo, and the boy never used it anyways. Corey was a mean guy, he skipped school and his grades were beyond pitiful. It would be nice to see him get blamed.

Unfortunately, Michael was fresh out of elves. He’d have to find a different place. He walked around, ignoring the girl that was trying to struggle away from his grasp. Finally, he saw it. The dumpster. A green metal box with a plastic opening top that anyone could use, and no one looked in it. Quite a mean place to leave a girl unable to move, she would definitely get smelly in there.

He considered leaving her in there. He didn’t think that even the garbage trucks looked in, they just got there big things to lift the entire truck in. That would be a strange experience.

He ended up dumping her in anyways (literally). He ignored the muffled screams of protests coming out of her gag, he would come back if she hadn’t escaped.

Michael blinked. He had almost forgotten the picture. If he had no proof for the tie-up, how would he beat Andy in his contest? He got out a cheap digital camera and snapped a picture, using flash because of the dim settings the dumpster provided.

Michael hurried back to the corner that he hid in before. Surely, Krystal and the other guy must have noticed that Arlene was taking an unusual long time. They would probably be looking for her. Or maybe they just thought that she had gone ahead. With his luck, that was a possibility.

He waited for her, but he waited there for three minutes and not even a footstep was heard.

“Hey!” He heard a voice call. He whirled. She was coming back from the gym!

“What’s with the weirdo mask?” Krystal asked, cocking her head.

But that was all she could say before a cloth was thrust into her mouth followed by a slap of tape over it. He could see her eyes widen in confusion, and he grabbed her wrists and forced them behind her back. He doubted she even knew what was happening before her wrists and hands were completely encased in tape.

She must’ve realized that she was about to be bound like a fly in a web, and started struggling. Michael didn’t let her. In a second, she was on the ground with her legs being taped, each time he wrapped around her chances of escaping lowering. Soon from her ankles to her knees was encased in tape.

He grabbed her by the waist and ran. He didn’t need spectators around here seeing him taping up a girl. Like “Hey there! Why do you have a shiny person next to you that is moving like a worm? Wait a second……”

He went to the back of the school where no one was. He finished taping her up, rolling the tape from her thighs all the way to her shoulders, completely mummifying her. He rolled the tape all the way around her head four times, ensuring absolute silence. She couldn’t do much more than roll around, and he knew that she would probably have a harder time escaping than anyone else.

He considered that. Not really. Most of the time when he tied someone up, it was virtually impossible for them to get out themselves. Or at least super hard to. He picked her up, wondering where to put her.

Michael liked to give girls awhile to feel their helplessness. It was nice to give them time to struggle, even though it was futile. He tried to put them in out-of-the-way places so they would have a long time of being tied up. He doubted that the Wongs were out of their wet imprisonment right now, unless they got lucky and someone already found them. But he considered that since Krystal was in an extra-inescapable situation he didn’t really need to put her somewhere where she would have a lot of time by herself.

Michael finally got an idea when looking around. He found an old building that used to be used for math club, until math club was moved to Mr. Fernandez’s room. He was able to open the door with a solid kick. Inside was a dusty building with maybe five chairs and a forgotten desk. He placed her on one of the chairs and wrapped tape around her things to the bottom of the desk. He wrapped her chest and belly to the back of the chair as well, ensuring the sitting position.

He got out the digital camera and took a picture. Two in one day, not bad. He resolved to do even more tomorrow.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: The Competition

Postby Jay Candice » Sun Apr 15, 2012 4:18 pm

By the way, I changed my username to "Jay" because I realized that there was an awful lot of "Jasons" around, and "Jason" or "Jay" isn't my real name anyways, so it didn't really matter.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: The Competition

Postby Jay Candice » Tue Apr 17, 2012 7:59 pm

Yesterday, when Michael had thought about the gymnastics team, it had given him an idea. There were plenty of activity groups around the city, plenty of them all girls. So he spent his morning before school looking up various activities that girls enrolled in. He made sure never to look in at something too young. He had a code, never tie up girls before middle school. It probably wasn’t healthy. Then again, throwing someone in a dumpster wasn’t healthy, but he could let that one go.

He had looked in karate and martial arts. That was no good. Michael didn’t want to get beat up by a ton of kids. Chances were that was the same place that the Wongs had attended.

He could check out the ballet place. Problem was, it was huge. There were tons of people there, and the chances of success were probably very slim.

He finally decided to go to the middle school again today to see if there was anyone good around, then tomorrow he would check out a soccer team, then the following day he would go to a girls’ choir place. Once he was done with that, it would be the 23rd.

Michael liked how all his places were all closely set together. He could walk to both schools. But he would have to drive tomorrow and the day after that, it wasn’t like he could just walk through town. He’d have to make a plan too, things weren’t going to be easy. He had plenty of chloroform, he had made sure to stock up before. But he realized that he was probably going to run low with all the extra activity that was going to go on in the future days.

He reached the middle school. Today he probably wouldn’t need the mask, nobody would know him, except some of the teachers and maybe a few of the eighth and seventh graders. He opted to wear a hood, it was good enough. They probably wouldn’t be able to remember his face very well (hopefully). He would still turn away a little bit, if he remembered, it still wasn’t good to show his face.
He looked around, soaking in the sights. The rooms that he took tests in, the games he had played, the places he liked to hang out, and who could forget the explosion in the bathroom? Good times, good times, not really.

He shook his head; he was here like a day ago. Or four or something, he often lost track of time. It was time to bind hot girls.
He looked around. Unfortunately, there were no girls playing volleyball this time. A shame, he remembered when they had a twenty-minute break after lunch tons of girls played it during that time. Maybe it just wasn’t popular after school.

Michael looked over, searching everywhere. He walked around, looking through past places that held fond memories. Finally he found some luck with a girl that appeared out of the classroom. She started walking alone (yes!) through the school. He hurried up to catch her.

She was in sixth or seventh grade, with long reddish-blondish hair. She was pretty, and didn’t look too strong, slightly skinny. All very good signs. Like before with Katherine Wong and Amy Anderson, she wore the uniform of the middle school. Green jacket thing, white dress shirt, green skirt, green tie.

“Hey,” He said, careful to only show part of his face.

“Hello,” She said politely. “Do I know you?”

“Probably not,” Michael admitted. “What’s your name?”

“Emily,” She said. “Do you need something?”

“Yeah, can you tell me where everyone is?”

She cocked her head a little bit. “What do you mean?”

“Like, I can’t find anyone anywhere until you showed up. Where are all the kids?” What he asked was partially true, he had seen a boy walking around near the office.

“Oh, I came from chess club,” Emily said. Michael was a little surprised. He figured that people who went to chess club were really brainy, but he supposed you could be cute and smart at the same time.

“But everyone can’t be at chess club,” He pointed out. He was half-sorry that he was about to entrap her in binding confinement, he had liked talking to her. She sounded like a nice kid. Michael made a mental note not to get too attached to the people he would tie up.
“Well, most of the girls are at gymnastics,” She said. Michael almost rolled his eyes. Typical. More gymnastics. This was almost hurting.

“I don’t do gymnastics,” Emily continued. “I’m not much of an athlete. Like when we played soccer today, I tried really hard, but didn’t do very well. Lots of girls are doing gymnastics though; guess most aren’t skipping practice, with the big meet and all.”

Michael’s attention was suddenly drawn. “What big meet?”

Emily’s eyebrows raised. “You look like a high school guy, haven’t you heard? There’s a pretty big gymnastics meet for all schools, and all grades. It’s going to be at the high school nearby, really big. I’m surprised you haven’t heard.”

Michael reached into his pocket. He was interested, but it was time for his friend Emily to start screaming into a gag. “Well, I think it’s okay that you aren’t so athletic. Not at all bad.”

“You think?” She said. “Why?”

“Because you won’t struggle as much.” He saw her face twist in confusion before turning into horror as he silenced her with a hand-gag as he forced her hands behind her back and snapped on some handcuffs to her wrists.

He could see the fear in her eyes just by a glance, and he heard a whimper come from behind his hands. Michael looked around frantically. There had to be a place where he could tie her up with peace and quiet.

He dragged Emily to the parking lot, then in the middle of a bunch of cars. Hopefully, no one would need to leave soon. It was time to get to work.

With one hand, Michael removed her shoes and socks so she was barefoot. He held onto her socks and removed his hand. The moment she took a breath, he stuffed her socks in. He took note how the socks were kind of dirty from playing soccer, and he thought it must suck to be gagged with your own stinky socks.

“Mmmph! Mmm!” She cried, probably tasting her socks.

He took off the girl’s tie and used it to make a tight cleave gag, making sure to make a tight knot in the back. It would be hard to free herself of the gag, and he liked how he didn’t need to use any of his own gagging materials.

Michael got out some zip-ties, a new thing for him. He wrapped a zip tie around her ankles, tightening it. He put another zip tie around her ankles, and then another around her knees. He undid the handcuffs on her wrists and quickly put a zip tie around it, tightening the strap. He put two more zip ties on her wrists, making sure that she wouldn’t get out of her wrist bindings. He finally tightened a zip tie around her elbows, pulling it as close as he could until she moaned through her socks in pain. She could probably touch her elbows if she did gymnastics. Her loss.

He could only imagine what was going on in Emily’s head right now. A guy that was pretty nice to her, making light conversation, only to turn on her and tie her up, gagging her with her own stuff. That must be very scary, and he chuckled a little bit. Never talk to strangers.
Michael knew the perfect place to put her. He raced to the field that they played outdoor sports in. But he didn’t stop there. There was a small path that led farther in, usually a long-distance running route for track. Almost no one went there, and it was a perfect place to have some peace and quiet. Or a place where no one would be able to hear you.

He finally ended up in a small soccer field that some kids played when they were really young. The field was only fifty feet wide. But Michael was more interested in the goals. He found them, the netting was perfect. He got out some more zip ties. He positioned Emily so that her wrists were facing the net, and he fastened a zip tie connecting the wrist bindings to the net. He tightened it so that her wrists were lifted up, bringing some of her body with her. He then lifted her ankles and bare feet up, and Emily let out a muffled shriek. He fastened the ankle bindings with a zip tie to the netting, as well as the knee bindings. She was now securely fastened to the net, hanging from it by her knees, wrists, and ankles. Michael seriously doubted her chances of escape.

He got out his camera and snapped a picture. She yelled protests into her gag but it sounded like coughing afterwards, and Michael knew that her socks must have tasted awful.

He looked at her and saw that she was crying, and Michael didn’t really blame her. But a few tears wasn’t going to get him to let her down.

“Remember,” He said with a small smile. “Never trust a stranger.”



So, how is it so far?
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: The Competition

Postby The Black Falcon » Wed Apr 18, 2012 7:44 am

I...freaking love this story...
Great writing, excellent premise, and several different girls with several different bindings.
Bravo, sir. Bravo!
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Re: The Competition

Postby Jay Candice » Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:53 pm

Michael sighed, and whipped the newspaper. He could see small articles about multiple young girls getting tied up, but none of it was front-page news. He was happy to see that the one girl, Arlene, was found and not dumped into the garbage truck. He was also happy to see that no harm was done to any of his victims.

He put down the newspaper. The day before he had only gotten one person. The day before that he had gotten two. Three in total. Not a very impressive number. He had a lot of fun yesterday, that particular zip tie and sock and tie gag was very fun, as well as tying her to the soccer goals. But he needed to think about going after multiple people.

Michael gathered his keys and went out for a drive to a soccer field where a girls’ soccer team would be practicing. He would watch from a distance for opportunities while the girl’s practiced.

He had found at it was a seventh and eighth grade soccer team. He would get there early, and try to get some freebies at the beginning.

He had brought tape, rope, gags, handcuffs, chloroform, and a bunch of other things. When he chose a spot to wait, he was surrounded by items that would help him capture his prey.

Michael arrived at the parking lot ten minutes before practice started. He had already seen the coaches working at the field, setting up the bag areas and cones. He would have to wait for the girls in the parking lot, and ambush them on the way to the field.
His goal was to get the entire soccer team. Somehow. Without getting noticed. Not an easy task.

He saw a car pull up and he hid behind some bushes. The parking lot was in an elevated area, to get to the field you had to walk a small hill to get there. And to get to the hill, there was a concrete path where some girls would get hand gagged and tied up behind the bushes.

The car opened and a young girl stepped out, eighth grade. She wore a purple and silver soccer uniform with her last name, Mason, printed on the back. She wore cleats and when she walked she kicked a soccer ball. She carried a sports bag as well.

Mason was a blond girl with her hair in a ponytail. She was pretty, and she wore one of those thin circular headband things that when Michael looked at it, he really saw no purpose other than making her look more sporty.

He waited for the car to pull away before striking. Mason never knew what hit her.

Michael grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bushes. A cloth went in as she gasped, followed by a long strip of tape. Her hands were being taped together in front of her soon after. She had to stop kicking afterwards because he was forcing them together so he could tape them, then her ankles and thighs. He taped her arms to her belly as he wrapped it around. Finally, he put a strip of tape over her eyes, blindfolding her. He was a professional, after all.

Michael ignored her quiet screams into her tape gag as he rubbed his side. He never knew cleats hurt so much. She had pretty strong legs. That was of course, because she was a soccer player. He positioned Mason against a tree and wrapped her against it, making her into a sitting position. He had positioned her pretty far back, where no one would see her, but he would get a clear view.

One down, twelve more to go, he thought silently. That is, if it was a best-case scenario where he would capture their entire soccer team. The Panthers, they were. The Panthers were about to have one bad day.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: The Competition

Postby Jay Candice » Thu Apr 26, 2012 7:25 pm

Then next girl that came up was a redhead. Her hair was in a ponytail as well, and she had a splash of freckles all over her face. She looked to be about seventh grade, and was perfect.

Michael had missed two other girls when he was tying up Mason. But he supposed that if too many were missing, something would look suspicious.

The redheads shirt had said Daly. When Daly walked by, she was attacked by a rag soaked in chloroform. Michael knew that she didn’t even know what was happening before she was knocked out in seconds.

He started wrapping her wrists behind her back tightly with rope, cinching it. Daly’s ankles followed, as did her knees, and her legs were unable to move. He tied above and below her breasts in a somewhat standard rope-tie. Michael got out a tiny piece of string and tied her thumbs together, he didn’t want her to be getting out of that. He finished the bindings with a hogtie about a foot long, connecting her wrist bindings with her leg bindings.

Michael searched her soccer bag and came up with a bunch of tissues. He immediately guessed that she had allergies this season. Poor her. He pried her mouth open and stuffed tissues in, then gagged her with tape in an X-shape.

He secured her hogtie rope to a root sticking out of the ground. She was definitely going nowhere.

He looked out just to see another girl get out of a car. Perfect. This time it was an Asian girl with her hair in two loose ponytails in front of her. She looked to be in eighth grade, and she was walking slowly, kicking her ball. Her shirt said Chang, and she was going to be unconscious in the next fifteen seconds.

He ran up to Chang, and her face lifted. But it soon dropped again as he held the chloroform ragged to her nose and mouth as he wrapped an arm around her waist, securing her weak struggles. Soon her eyes were closed. K.O.

This time Michael made her arms on top of each other in right angles. He tied he arms together like that, horizontally laying on each other. He tie her ankles together, but instead of tying her knees, he wrapped rope around randomly, from her things to her shins tightly. He considered, then made knee bindings anyways. He made a rope harness, securing her arms tightly. He pushing her knees to her chest and tying the respective bindings together, making a ball tie. Finally, he got her wrists and arm bindings from her back, tied a rope there, and connected it to her ankle bindings, kind of digging into her butt, making her even more bound.

He looked through Chang’s bag and found a small towel, maybe used for wiping sweat or something. Michael didn’t really care, so he stuffed it into her mouth and cleave-gagged her.

He left Chang bound and unconscious in her little ball, and looked on at the soccer field. All the rest of the girls had appeared, and they were now getting warmed up. He guessed that they probably wouldn’t miss three girls.

He waited for an opening, maybe a bathroom break, maybe someone forgot something up here (yeah right). Nothing. They were very dedicated to their practice, dribbling and kicking, doing scoring exercises, runs, everything.

To pass the time, Michael watched his struggling captives. The first girl, the blond Mason, had heard him tying up the others, and had seemed to give up screaming mute cries for help. She couldn’t see with the tape over her eyes, and he could tell that she had struggled a lot.

Daly, the redheaded seventh grader was starting to wake up. She had mumbled, then made a gagged yelp and struggled futilely against the hogtie. She would look worriedly at the condition of her fellow teammates and yell quietly into her gag. She tried to move her mouth out of the X tape gag, but it was too firm and she gave up. He guessed her head was still woozy, because she just closed her eyes.

Chang was starting to wake up as well. She would roll around and moan, probably because he chloroformed her pretty long. She couldn’t do more than shift slightly in the ball tie.

Michael was quite interested. He never really saw what his bound victims did, he was usually long gone by then. Now he got to see how well his bindings really worked, and he was happy to say that the three of his captives had worked for half an hour, and didn’t seem to be any closer to getting out then when they were first bound.

Michael was almost asleep when he heard that one of the girls had to leave early. He saw her walking up the hill, and got prepared.
The girl had a little bit wavy blond hair with pink streaks. She was a little tall, and had already taken her hairband off. Her last name was Harris.

She shouldered her pack, and got out her phone, texting. It was pretty nice, and Michael briefly wished that he could have a phone like that. But Michael wasn’t a thief, and immediately dismissed any notion of stealing from the girl. The only good part about this is that she would probably be too distracted on her phone to notice that he was getting close. He probably wouldn’t have to use chloroform this time.

He was right. She didn’t even know he was there before a hand was behind her back and half of her wrist was covered in tape. She was struggling now, which was making it much harder to wrap her wrist with one hand.

Michael made a quick strike to her belly, and he heard a gasp behind his hand. He had been aiming to knock the breath out of her, and it looked like he did something. Whatever it was, while she was gasping he was able to take his hand off and finish wrapping her wrists in the tape.

He could see that she was much scared, also evident by the fact that her struggles were much less. He supposed that he would be more scared if he got hit. He supposed that he was being sort of a jerk, but he had plenty of experience with that.

Michael was getting tired of doing everything one-handed, so he forced off her cleats. Looking at him, he was thankful that none of the girls had kicked him. The cleats would kill him.

He forced off her long soccer sock and raised his eyebrows to see she had a shin-guard thing underneath.

“Let me go!” She yelled before he was stuffing her long purple sock into her mouth. He looked around, wondering if anyone had heard her. He had been a little slow with the stuffing, so she was able to get that out. So much for being professional.

Thankfully, nobody was in the nearby vicinity except the other soccer girls, and even they were still too far.

Tape was soon wrapped over Harris’s mouth, silencing her. He grinned, now he could use both of his hands.

He started wrapping her ankles to her knees to tape. Her chest area was soon wrapped in tape as well, securing her upper body. Her struggles were barely noticeable now, and he was thankful, she couldn’t move as much now.

Michael carried her over to the rest of the soccer girls he had tied/taped/gagged up. The ones that could see “mmphed” loudly into their gags, which Harris squealed in reply.

He positioned her standing upright against a tree and wrapped her against it. She wrapped her belly area, her knees, her shoulders, and her ankles.

He smirked another one finished.

Michael blinked that reminded him. He got out his camera and took pictures of the various girls. He saw that the (rest of) soccer girls were just starting to do their end-of-the practice stretching. Since he had a little time, he took pictures with various angles, despite the muffled protests of the girls.

Just as he was taking a picture of Daly, he heard footsteps.

“Hey, what’s this cleat doing here?” He heard a female voice say.

Michael turned to see three of the girls walking, or at least they were stopping right now.

“Let’s just go, Charlotte,” A girl with long red hair said to another one with even longer dark hair and without a uniform. Michael wondered if Charlotte didn’t have a uniform or if she just forgot it. The last girl had a splash of freckles over her face and her blond hair was cut short, in a bob-like style.

“I don’t know, maybe someone dropped it,” Charlotte said. “C’mon Nicole, at least we should just wait here.”

“Whatever,” Nicole, the red haired girl said. “That okay, Stephanie?”

“Sure,” Bob-haircut replied.

Michael got out his chloroform, but he knew that he couldn’t get them. One of them would get away, or maybe even two. Then he’d have to get out of there before the police showed up. So he had to find a situation where one of them was alone. He was seriously hoping that one of them had to go to the bathroom.

He doubted that. There was a bathroom on the way, and from what he’d seen one of the girls had went to it and right now they were waiting for her. So that meant he had to get them before she came back. Or something like that.

Michael blinked. He suddenly got a very good idea. It was definitely very bad-guy like.

He went over to his selection of tied-up soccer players. He went over to Daly, the redhead girl with short hair and freckles, and cut her hogtie so her legs no longer were restricted to her wrists. He pulled her up, pulling on her rope harness, until she was shakily standing on her own.

He blindfolded her with a cloth and pushed her towards the girls, in the middle of the trail. He unfolded his pocket knife, and held it to her neck.

“Don’t move or say anything,” He said. “Or the girl dies.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: The Competition

Postby Jay Candice » Sat Apr 28, 2012 3:58 pm

He didn’t mean it. Not at all. It really was an empty-threat, and he hoped that the girls were way too scared to see it. Truthfully, he was pretty sure that the knife wasn’t even sharpened. He could poke it against her and it probably wouldn’t even draw blood.

“Walk over here,” He ordered. They slowly walked to his side, watching his hand. He had prepared three cloths to stuff in their mouths
.
“Now, unfortunately for you girls,” He said, trying to mask his voice. “You’ll be ending up like your friend right here, unless you want her to get hurt.”

“Open up,” He ordered, and they each opened their mouths. He got out his cloths and stuck them in their mouths. He was silently celebrating, this couldn’t have gone better. Soon each of their mouths were stuffed with cloth. What they didn’t know, is that they weren’t wet from water, they were wet with chloroform.

Charlotte’s eyes drooped, Stephanie fell, while Nicole was already on the ground. Perfect.

He rolled up his sleeves. This was pretty darn good. He started to tie Stephanie and Charlotte’s legs. He tied them both tight, and soon they were bound, at the ankles and knees. Their legs and ankles were firmly together. He then positioned them back-to-back and held Charlotte’s wrists. He then positioned her arms so they went around her back and in front of Stephanie’s stomach. He fastened her wrists together with some rope. Likewise, he did the same to Stephanie’s wrists as well, fashioning them in front of Charlotte’s stomach.

He bent the two girls’ knees and made a long loop around, tying them into the kneeling position tightly. He then got out another piece of rope to tie together their ankle bindings so they were now fastened together.

He stuffed some cloth in the two girl’s mouths and fastened cloth over them, effectively gagging them. He then got the cloths that cleave-gagged them, and got a little piece of rope and tied it to the back, where their heads were. He connected them, so now the helpless soccer players were now connected by the arms, legs, and head. He took a step back to admire his work. He had done a pretty good job. He had seen only pictures of that kind of tie, so he was satisfied that it looked about right.

He studied Nicole, the last girl. She was pretty, with her long red hair and her sleeping expression, even though he knew it was just unconsciousness. Michael decided to put her into an extra-helpless bind because she would be his last one.

First he took off her shoes and socks. She was wearing ankle socks, instead of the long soccer socks he had seen the other ones use. Whatever. That would be fine.

Michael crossed her wrists and fastened a zip tie until it tightened around her wrists. He cut off the remaining end and then started wrapping rope around her wrists. Soon the zip tie was gone underneath several layers of tight rope, which he tied tightly.

Zip ties went on her forearms and elbows. He then wrapped tape all around her arms, around and around, and he knew that even now she would never get out of that without assistance. Done with her arms, he moved to her legs.

He wrapped rope around her ankles and cinched it, firmly tying her ankles. He then got out his silver duct tape and wrapped around three times, before wrapping her knees with the sticky tape. Her thighs soon followed, encasing her in silver.

He stuffed both her ankle socks into her mouth, both fit in easy enough. He searched and found Harris’s other sock, the long kind, which were big enough to only have one fit in her mouth. However, for Nicole, he would use it as a cleave gag. He wrapped the sock twice tightly around her head, pressing the sock into the socks in her mouth, completely silencing her. Just to make sure it wouldn’t come out, he wrapped tape around the sock and all the way around her head. Just to be safe.

He wrapped tape above and below her breasts, causing the sticky straps to press her already encased arms to her back. Finally, he bent her legs back so they touched her butt and attached a rope to the ankle and wrist bindings, hogtieing her.

Michael stood back. Today was a successful day. He got out his camera and snapped shots of the girls he hadn’t gotten yet. Almost a full soccer team. He bet that Andy guy couldn’t do any better than that.

He packed up his things. He would have a big day ahead of him.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: The Competition

Postby TUfriend » Sat Apr 28, 2012 7:50 pm

Although I don't particularly care for m/f stories, I like these just because of the plot. You have a fantastic style, by the way.
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Re: The Competition

Postby blacks688 » Tue May 28, 2013 11:40 am

Will there be further chapters to the competition & will we find who wins

Re: The Competition

Postby blacks688 » Mon Apr 28, 2014 12:08 pm

Still wondering will there be more to this story,so we can find out if Michael or andy wins

Re: The Competition

Postby powerpuffgirl42 » Wed May 07, 2014 11:27 am

I really really like this story! Hope to see more soon! :)

Re: The Competition

Postby ducttapegagged » Fri May 09, 2014 10:01 pm

this is one of the greatest stories i've ever read on this site, thank you so much!
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