Portugal 2011

Postby Paulscot » Sat Mar 24, 2012 2:20 am

This story took place last summer when our families were on holiday together in the Algarve in Portugal. Our parents had taken the bus into a nearby town to visit a museum and art gallery. Gemma, Gareth (Gemma’s boyfriend), Rick (Gareth’s 13 year old cousin), Allistair, KT, Angus (KT’s brother) and I were spending the day on the beach. With Gemma and Gareth as “responsible adults” our parents decided we’d be safer and happier on the beach.
It was a typically Portuguese hot and sunny day. We were all wearing colourful “shortie” wetsuits. The beach was busy but not crowded. We hired a large beach break and set it up midway between the roadside and the water on the beach itself. The towels and our other things were set up and we were all just sat on the towels laughing and talking as we drank cold drinks.
KT produced a length of rope about two metres long from her bag.
“Fancy making it more challenging, Allistair?” KT asked, laughing mischievously as she dangled the rope in front of him.
“I’m game!” Allistair replied eagerly.
“Lay on your belly and put your hands behind your back.” KT instructed.
Allistair put his empty can down on the towel, and laid full length face-down on his stomach, putting his hands together behind his back.
With laughter and encouragement from the others, KT tied Alistair’s wrists very tightly together behind his back. Winding the rope twice round Alistair’s stomach and back en route, she tied Alistair’s ankles very tightly together with the other end of the rope.
“That OK?” KT asked. “No hurting?”
“I’m just fine!” Allistair replied gratefully.
Gemma and Gareth rolled two of the beach towels up to reveal the sand in the middle of the beach break. They rolled Allistair onto his back onto the sand.
Everyone present started covering Allistair with san until just his head was visible.
“Angus, get some water!” KT requested.
Angus eagerly got up and hurried to the sea with the bucket. He returned with it full of sea water. KT poured the water over Allistair, making the sand more solid.
“Get some more, please!” KT requested, giving the bucket back to her brother.
Angus made three more trips to the sea to fill the bucket with sea water. KT poured each bucket full over Allistair, and when she had finished, Allistair was completely immobile in his “sand tube” with just his head visible for safety.
Gemma produced a blue plastic digital stopwatch on a long cord from her bag, and set it going as she laid it on the edge of the towel next to Allistair’s head.
“Right bro!” Gemma cheered encouragingly. “Let’s see you escape!”
Allistair began his determined but futile struggles. Although they weren’t hurting in any way, the ropes were too tight and the sand was too solid. In his young heart of hearts, Allistair knew he would have to concede defeat eventually, but honour required he had to put up a determined effort.
The others sat around him on the towels cheering and encouraging. Passers-by smiled and laughed, not knowing Allistair was tied up under the sand.
A few minutes later, Gemma and KT got up and went for a swim in the sea. Being sensible and safety conscious with their TUGs, Gareth and Paul stayed with Allistair to make sure he didn’t come to any harm and to give him encouragement.
The girls returned about a quarter of an hour later, their wetsuits and long wet hair glistening in the bright summer sunshine.
With an evil smile on her face, KT stepped over Allistair and sat full weight on him straddling his stomach area. She leaned forward enabling her long, wet curly dark auburn hair to hang over Allistair’s face. The helpless boy could do nothing to defend himself as KT dried her long wet hair over his face.
“You are so cruel!” Paul laughed as Allistair could only protest helplessly as his face became wetter and wetter.
“I give!” Allistair cried, after five minutes or so of the wet hair treatment.
“Do you want releasing?” Gemma asked, as KT remained sitting on Allistair and smiling at him.
“Yes please!” Allistair replied.
KT immediately got off Allistair, and the youngsters gradually demolished Allistair’s sand prison. Once he was able to move, Allistair rolled over onto his stomach and Gemma and Gareth untied him.
Allistair had been tied up and encased in sand for about half an hour. Although he’s been tied up a lot longer, it was a relief for him to be able to move freely. After a few moments adjusting to freedom, he got up and went for a swim.

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Re: Portugal 2011

Postby Katescot » Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:43 am

You've got it all EXACTLY as it happened - reading the story I feel as though its happening all over again.

Re: Portugal 2011

Postby Gemscot » Mon Mar 26, 2012 11:47 am

A superbly written and precise account of what happened - I remember it well. I'm surprised no one has responded.

Re: Portugal 2011

Postby drawscore » Mon Mar 26, 2012 4:06 pm

A good read, but line spacing between paragraphs would be helpful.

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