## Captured by the boys

Post by lasse672000 » Tue Jan 01, 2013 1:32 pm

I was out walking, when I heard the boys talking. My two brothers and a couple of their friends had gone to their ‘secret hiding place’, aka an old wooden hut in the woods. As far as I could work out, they were drawing up plans for an attack on their arch enemies, or the neighbours’ kids and their friends.
There had been an on-and-off again war going on between the two sets of kids since this summer, when one of them had, uninvited but quite accidentally I’m sure, walked in on a ‘secret meeting’ my brothers and their friends held in the hut.
The neighbours’ boys had been swiftly captured, tied up, and tickle-tortured for quite some time, before being released, vowing loudly to get their revenge. The circle of revenge had now come to the point where tickling wasn’t enough anymore; both sides had resorted to using water in various forms, either poured from a bucket or this time of year, in the form of ice and/or snow inside the clothes.
I slipped closer, and pressed my ear against the wall, so I could hear what they were saying.
Somehow, the zipper of my one-piece ski-suit must have made some kind of noise, because Sam, the brother who was closest to me in age (at sixteen, I’m the oldest of three and the only girl, the boys being fourteen and twelve) came out and found me leaning against the wall. He swiftly grabbed my arm, and dragged me inside.
“I’ve captured myself a spy. And a female one, at that!” he triumphantly said. “She was listening outside, gathering intelligence to send back to our enemies. What shall we do with her, my brothers?”
“Let go of me, you weasel!” I hissed, as much out of sudden and very real anger, as trying to play the role, suddenly being forced upon me. “You won’t get away with this. I’ll tell the authorities about your evil plans, and see to it all of you end up behind bars for the foreseeable future!”
“Oh, we’re so scared! Those are mighty big words coming from a wee lass like yourself!” Sam chuckled. It was true there were four of them, and almost all of them were at least 5 centimetres taller than me, if not more, but then again, I had about 20 kilos of more muscles than any of them, as I worked out a couple of times a week, so I reckoned the scores were almost level.
“Tie her up, and put her in the corner for now.” Peter, my youngest brother suggested. I swiftly found out that having a weight-advantage doesn’t mean a thing, when there are four of them and only one of you.
They soon had me wrestled down on the ground, and while Peter fetched the ropes and gagging-material, the others literally sat on me. Luckily for me he was back soon, and my hands were tied behind my back. He put a golf ball in my mouth, and used my own scarf as a cleave-gag, to hold it in.
He grabbed my arm and led me to a corner, and made me sit down on the floor, with my legs stretched out in front of me. He wound along piece of rope around them, from my knees to my ankles, knotting it off in front, so I was less likely to get at the knot.
Then, they resumed their planning. They mumbled, so I wouldn’t hear what they said, convinced as they were I was an “enemy spy”. To tell you the truth, I didn’t give a toss about their stupid plans; all I wanted to know was, when they were going to let me go!
Suddenly they looked at me, and started giggling.
“Are you feeling lonely? Don’t worry, we’ll soon be back with more prisoners to keep you company.” Peter jokingly said. They put on their hats, snowsuits and mittens and left me alone.
True to his word, Peter and the rest of the gang were soon back, leading two gagged girls who had their hands tied behind their backs. The boys looked a bit worse for wear, so I could safely assume the others hadn’t given up the girls as hostages without a fight.
The girls were made to sit down next to me, and their legs were tied together the same way mine were.
The girls looked to be about my brothers’ age, and terrified.
The boys soon left again, leaving us alone. As soon as they were out the door I started, as best I could, to persuade the others to turn their backs to me, so we could help each other to at least, get our hands free.
It took some doing, as they were very suspicious, but eventually, and with their reluctant help, I managed to get my hands free. I helped the others get their hands free, and soon we were all on our feet, with the ropes and gagging material in a heap on the floor.
“Poor boys,” I giggled. “I almost feel sorry for them. But this ought to teach them, never to leave a group of girls together in the same corner!”
We parted company, and I went home, only to find my brothers stuffing their faces at the dinner table.
“Forget about me, did you?” I asked in a hurt voice, as I sat down to eat.
“Mm, I guess. Sorry ‘bout that!” Sam sheepishly said, with his mouth full of food. “Won’t happen again.”
“It better not, or I’ll join the others for real!”
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Captured by the boys

Post by lasse672000 » Wed Jan 02, 2013 6:38 am

Nothing spectacular really happened over the next six or so months. A few skirmishes now and then; nothing too serious, and nothing involving me, nor the girls from “the other camp”, though.
Until one summer’s day; I was lying out on the patio on a sun-bed, wearing a light blue bathing suit and sunglasses. Suddenly a hand was clamped over my mouth and Steve, a guy about my age from the other gang, stood over me.
“Shh,” he whispered, and put a finger over his own mouth. “I’m going to tie you, and take you back to my side. As I tie your hands, I will allow you to ask me one question. After that, I will gag you.”
“It will have to be a fairly obvious one then: why?” I said, adding:”Ouch, that hurts!” when he tightened the rope around my wrists a bit firmer than maybe was absolutely necessary.
“Sorry!” he whispered, as he put a balled up rag in my mouth, and tied a scarf around my head to keep it in place. “I volunteered to do this, so you’ll be safe. Well, as safe as possible, given the circumstances.
If one of the younger boys had captured you, he probably would have hurt you; unintentionally of course, but still.
Oh, you will undoubtedly be tortured, but I don’t even want to think about what would happen, if one of them got hold of you. I know what I’m doing; they don’t.”
While he had been talking, he had finished tying my hands together in front of me. Now he tied a second rope, vertically, around my wrists, so he could use it as a lead. He took my slippers, which I had put beside the bed, and put them in his pocket.
“Now, MOVE!” he hissed, and started tugging at the rope, forcing me to walk wherever we were going, barefooted.
He started jogging, forcing me to do the same, until we came to a small hill. I knew that from the other side of that hill, they would be completely unable to see me from my house. As I suspected he, thankfully, started walking as soon as we were on the other side of it.
After having walked for a few minutes, we arrived at his house. As soon as they saw us, the younger kids came storming out of the house.
“WOW,” they yelled in chorus, “you really did capture her! What are you going to do to her?”
They weren’t the only ones, who wanted an answer to that question. I really wanted to know, too.
“Well”, he said, looking very secretive at them, “you know that old table in the barn?” The kids nodded. “It would be perfect if we tied her to it and tortured her, until she told us everything she knew of their plans. If you’d let me handle it alone, I’d have her sing like a canary, before you know it.”
The kids agreed to the plan, and I was led to the barn, and laid on the table. He freed my hands only to tie them, and my feet, to the corners of the table.
He started poking me at random, trying to find out where I was the most ticklish. The answer was: just about everywhere. I soon hollered into the gag, as he zoomed in on the soles of my feet, and my sides. My gag was removed and he asked me what my brothers and their gang were up to.
“I don’t know!” I panted. “They don’t tell me anything; believe me!”
“Wrong answer!” he said, and started poking me again, at the same time as his brothers started tickling the soles of my feet.
I was asked over and over again about my brothers’ plans, but I maintained I didn’t know anything.
He told his younger brothers, to leave him alone with me for a while.
“I’ll call you back in here when she’s ready to talk, don’t you worry!” he told them when they started moaning.
When they had left, he looked at me and said: “You really don’t know anything, do you?”
Finally, he had got the message! Close to tears I shook my head.
“No, I really, really don’t!” I sobbed.
“Well, then you’re in trouble, aren’t you? If we can’t come up with something convincing to tell the others, they will want to take over, and God knows what will happen then!” He came over and sat on the edge of the table, and put his hand on my stomach. He started drumming his fingers against it, and when I protested telling him it tickled, he only told me to be quiet, because he was thinking.
After having thought for a while, he stood up, and released me from the table. He tied my hands together in front of me again, as they had been when he took me from my patio, and gagged me. Then he led me out of the barn, and to the kids.
He told them an obviously completely made up story about my brothers’ activities, and then told them, he was going to take me back, which he did.
When he released me, he said: “I’m sure my brothers swallowed the story; hook, line and sinker. Now it is up to you, to convince your brothers not to do any of those things. That’ll make my brothers look foolish, and wanting revenge, so beware! I’ll try to let you know, if you’re in any danger. OK?”
I nodded, and he said:”Good girl! Now, off you go.”
He gave me a gentle smack on the bottom, and I started walking.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Captured by the boys

Post by sarumansauron » Sun Jan 06, 2013 3:36 pm

Cool story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Captured by the boys

Post by Wyatt9999 » Mon Jan 07, 2013 12:16 pm

Hehe nice if you ask me those guys love having you as a captive.