## The Starve-a-thon (M/F, FFF/F)

Post by LordNelson » Fri Jan 31, 2014 3:36 pm

Part 1 - The Starve-a-thon
At the church that I attended Sunday school for the kids ended at age twelve. After that we moved on to what was called the Youth Group. In our group there were six boys and four girls between the ages of twelve and fifteen. The church found that the best way to keep us from getting bored and quitting was to allow us to plan our own activities. We could do what we wanted as long as the activity was in some way related to the church.
The activities were always supervised by older youth (18-22 years old), members of church council or adult chaperones. Because what we did was being monitored I never thought I would ever get to TUG anyone. All four girls were desirable targets but not likely ones. Then there was a famine in Ethiopia.
Newspapers and TV commercials were full of images of children starving due to a drought that caused catastrophic crop failures. The whole world pitched in to provide relief. One member of our group, Tommy, was the pastor’s son and his parents got involved in the relief effort. He suggested that we should also do something to help out. Dozens of organizations were collecting monetary donations. All we had to do is find some way to raise money.
After some brainstorming it was decided that we would use hunger to fight hunger. We would not eat for 36 hours, from Friday evening at 6:00PM until Sunday morning at 6:00AM. We called it a Starve-a-thon. We collected pledges from family and friends for each hour that we went without food.
We met at the church at 5 o’clock for the “Last Supper” (before you groan please understand it was not my idea to call it that). After that we were free to do what we pleased (except eat) until 10 o’clock. We were set up in a large room called the Fellowship Room (FR) in the church basement with video games, a few TV’s, some board games and lots of books and magazines. At 10:00 it would be time to get ready for bed with lights out at 11:00.
At some point I went exploring. Even when a TUG is unlikely I make an inventory of what materials are at hand just in case. The lost and found box had a few scarves and the kitchen had some towels that were too thick to tie knots in but could be ripped into strips. Then I hit the jackpot.
In a store room were ten plastic storage containers of various sizes. Someone had been clever enough to put nylon straps around them to keep them from opening up accidently. The black straps were about one inch wide and varied from four to eight feet long. Each had a silver buckle at one end. They were just what I needed if an opportunity came along.
Our group had a history of playing practical jokes on each other so all I had to do was make my TUG look like a prank and I should get away with it. As it got close to 10:00 we started to get our beds ready. We would be sleeping in the FR on the floor. The parents who were chaperoning would be sleeping upstairs in the office. Then I saw my opportunity. Charlotte had a thick foam rubber slab to put her sleeping bag on. A plan quickly formulated in my brain.
Charlotte was the same age as me (thirteen) and I had her ranked as the second best looking girl in the group. She was a little shorter than me with long straight dirty blond hair and a narrow but pretty face. Her body was average with no real outstanding features but I found her attractive because she always wore dresses or skirts to any church related function. As a guy who likes pretty legs I appreciated that. My only issue with her was that colored stockings were in fashion at the moment, with black and dark blue being my favorites, but she always wore natural colored nylons.
I went to get the straps and have them ready. Timing would be critical if I was going to pull this off.
Shortly before 10:00 the girls all went to the kitchen, which we were using as a change room, to change into their sleepwear. I was counting on them going together. Any one of them would have stopped me if they had seen what I was doing. I knew the boys wouldn’t squeal on me.
I went over to Charlotte’s bed and lifted the sleeping bag off of the mattress. I started to carefully place the straps. I was counting on her not being able to feel them with the thick foam under her. The guys came over to watch. They knew exactly what I was doing. I told them that as soon as she fell asleep I was going to strap her into her sleeping bag. It should be good for a few laughs in the morning.
Tommy never got involved in our pranks. He didn’t approve of them but he didn’t oppose them either; he stayed neutral. Thanks to his clear thinking he saved me from what could have been a nasty outcome. ‘What if she has to pee?’ he said ‘How is she going to get out of bed?’
He was right. I was going to have to set the alarm on my watch to get me up early and do it in the morning. Once I was done with the straps I put the sleeping bag back, took my watch and put it under my pillow.
When the girls returned I was as disappointed as I thought I would be. One of the organizers of our fund raiser was little uptight about boys and girls sleeping in the same room. A few rules were made. One of them was that the girls would wear robes over their PJ’s until they actually got into bed. I learned then that there is no such thing as a sexy robe and I could only imagine what they wore underneath.
Now it was our turn to get into our pajamas. While we were getting changed the guys pointed out the possibility that I could get caught by the chaperones. Since we weren’t having breakfast there was no set time to get up. I was hoping that the chaperones wouldn’t come down too early. All I needed was to get it done, wait for her to wake up; we would have a few laughs and then let her go.
When we went back to the FR the girls were all in bed chatting away. Charlotte hadn’t noticed the straps so that was the first goods news. The second came shortly after. The chaperones came down for one last visit and informed us that they weren’t going to eat breakfast in the church. They didn’t want the smell of food to bother us. In the morning they were going to go out to eat and would be back around 9:00 so we were on our own until then. That gave me plenty of time.
My bed was not as close to Charlotte’s as I would have liked it so there was a possibility of tripping over someone in the dark. As I got into bed I tried to memorize just where every possible obstacle was. Charlotte had made a neat pile of the clothes she would be changing into in the morning beside her pillow. I wasn’t planning to go near there but I made a note to be careful anyways.
I woke up about 7:30; before my alarm which was set for 8:00. I figured if the chaperones were coming back for 9:00 that would give me plenty of time to pull my prank. I wanted to tie her up for a few minutes and then turn her loose and let our routine go back to normal well before they showed up. I waited in bed until 7:45 and couldn’t wait any longer. There was enough light filtering through the curtains that I could easily see where I was going.
I started with the strap at her ankles and worked my way up. I pulled each as tight as I thought was reasonable without waking her up. Before I was done a couple of the guys and one of the girls were sitting up watching. When I was finally done there were eight straps from ankles to shoulders. The others who watched had woken up the ones who were sleeping. We all sat in a circle around her; even Tommy. Pamela wet her finger from her water bottle and dripped it onto Charlotte’s nose.
Charlotte tried to brush the drop away but for reasons unknown to her she was caught up in her sleeping bag. She wiggled one way and then the other to get her arm out. When the next drop of water hit she shook her head and tried to sit up. When she finally opened her eyes and looked around everyone laughed. She tried again to get up and failed. She lifted her head as far as she could and saw the straps. She flopped back down and started to beg to be let go.
At this point I had accomplished my objective and was ready to let her go but Barry said that it was too soon. Surprisingly the girls agreed. Only Tommy didn’t voice an opinion as usual. Charlotte’s pleading became demanding and then turned abusive.
Tommy told her ‘That’s no way to talk in the house of the Lord.’ Then he bent forward, picked up one of the socks from Charlotte’s clothes pile and jammed it into her mouth. She was shocked (we all were) but she settled down immediately. She could have easily spit out the sock but she wasn’t sure how serious he was. She decided not to piss off the pastor’s son and kept it in.
Andy looked at the clock and said ‘It is 8:10 now; how about we let her go at 8:30.’ Everyone was agreeing but then Tommy said ‘The chaperones aren’t back until 9:00; 8:45 is good enough.’
He’s the pastor’s son; no one was going to disagree with him.
Part 2 – An Unexpected Gift
The next day the girls were paranoid. Each of them was wondering if they would be next. They didn’t realize that it was only my idea and they thought all the boys were in on it so the fear of being grabbed was multiplied by six. Whenever one of us went near them they were visibly concerned. They did everything as a group but there was still the possibility that six of us could take down four of them all at once.
The other guys had no idea that this was going on and didn’t notice the girl’s strange behavior. I was enjoying every minute of it. Whenever one of them strayed even a small distance from the others I found a reason to approach her. It was hilarious to watch her reaction.
We had a lot of fun that day and actually became much closer to each other as friends. Some of us did homework, others read books and we all played a lot of board games. It was nice that in a group that size there were no whiners or idiots to spoil the good time we were having. We stayed busy enough to forget about our hunger.
That night the bed time routine was the same except that in the girls heightened state of alertness I had to concede to myself that there was no possibility of another TUG. They went and changed returning once again in their shapeless unappealing robes. We went to get changed.
When we came back Ingrid was standing at the end of the hall in the FR doorway. She spoke to all of us but directed her comments more towards me. ‘We have a gift to give you if you will promise us something in return.’ ‘What do you want?’ I said. ‘We want your promise not to tie any of us up tonight’ she replied ‘if you promise now you can have the gift. If not the deal is off.’
I already knew that I had no chance against four of them and couldn’t count on the other boys to help so it was an easy promise to make. I agreed to her terms. She stepped aside and we entered the FR. Our gift was lying on the floor. It was Charlotte. She was lying on top of her sleeping bag wearing a two piece pajama set with a pink sleeveless top that buttoned up the front and white and pink plaid boxers.
When Ingrid said “we” she meant her, Pamela and Lori. When they came back after changing Charlotte checked under her sleeping bag for the straps. As soon as she put it back down the other girls pounced on her. They had secretly decided earlier that they would sacrifice her to save themselves.
To the pleasure of us guys she had taken off her robe before getting jumped. They bound her up with the straps. She had a strap at her ankles, above and below the knees, around her hips and wrists, her waist and arms and another just under her boobs. The finishing touch was a sock gag tied in with the white terry cloth belt from her robe.
We were all enjoying the view but I knew that it wouldn’t be long before the chaperones came for their last check of the day. I told the girls that it was a fantastic gift but that it was going to have to be “unwrapped” before we got caught. I was delighted to find out they had already considered that possibility and had planned for it.
With our help Charlotte was lifted up, the sleeping bag was opened and she was put inside face down. With a bit of rearranging her long hair hid the gag. When the chaperones came we were all in bed and Ingrid told them that Charlotte was already sleeping. As soon as they left we pulled her out again.
It was only a few minutes after 10:00 and it wasn’t lights out until 11:00. We could have kept her like that for an hour but we were all tired which was compounded by the lack of food. By 10:15 some of us had already fallen asleep and when I started to yawn to it was time to let her go. If we all passed out she would be like that all night and not too happy in the morning.
As I started to un-strap her Tommy came over to help. He had been watching her quite intensely and it was obvious to all of us that he had a fascination for Charlotte. I don’t know if it was the attraction of a pretty girl in her PJ’s or the appeal of a tied up captive that had his attention but I didn’t intend to ask. I didn’t want to embarrass him and possibly discourage a potential future TUGger.
After we freed her she unexpectedly thanked us. She was so pissed off with her supposed “friends” that she forgot that we had done the same thing to her that morning. I noticed that Tommy was trying to get a peek down her top when she sat up. Until this weekend I had written him off as a lost cause but his participation today shown that he had the potential to become a teenaged pervert like me.
I was still awake when the lights went out. I was thinking; “one down, three more to go.”
Last edited by LordNelson on Sat Feb 01, 2014 12:48 pm, edited 1 time in total.

### Re: The Starve-a-thon (M/F, FFF/F)

Post by hafnermg » Sat Feb 01, 2014 11:01 am

fun story! and I love where this is going