The Ransom Video

Postby alex967 » Wed May 20, 2015 11:46 am

First of all, thank you all for your much appreciated comments...well, here's the story:

I was ten years old and I was hanging around my Uncle Roger’s place with his kids Megan (10), Ian (10) and Peter (8). Their mother, Aunt Kate had to gone on some errands leaving us alone, as usual, Megan shut herself in her room doing “girls’ stuff” which leaved us boys looking for something to do.

I had discovered in my previous visits to their household Ian and Peter’s penchant for bondage games (well, mostly Ian’s since Peter just did what the older kids do) but they usually had ended as a consequence of another activity like a lost bet or a wrestling match so I was surprised when, as soon as we heard my aunt’s car driving off to the distance, Ian and Peter exchanged grins and pulled a roll of duct tape and some clotheslines from under Peter’s bed

A feel of excitement invaded me, I have been an eager participant of our games in the past yet my cousins had never been so direct about them. Peter had positioned himself behind me while Ian already had pulled a strand of duct tape

“What is that for?” I asked bracing myself for the inevitable

“You are going to be our hostage!” said Ian placing a strip of duct tape over my mouth. Before I knew it, Ian and Pete jumped on me and held my arms behind my back. I tried to put up a fight flailing my legs in every direction but the moment the clothesline was wrapped around my wrist I knew it was over.

I was forced to stand up and sit on Peter’s bed. Ian crossed my ankles and tied them together, as a final touch, each of them grabbed a clothesline, Ian tied my knees together and Peter tied my arms to my chest leaving me tightly bound and gagged.
After checking their job, Peter opened his closet and extracted a video camera with a tripod! I have to admit I was surprised by the effort they had put on planning their heist. Once it had been installed aiming at me, my cousins took of their t-shirts and wrapped them around their heads covering their faces with them like some sort of terrorists.

“One more thing…” said Ian pulling off another piece of duct tape “close your eyes!”

I was forced to comply and another strip was promptly applied over my eyes. The next seconds I heard them running around the room in what I think was setting the camera because, the next time Ian spoke, he did it with a terribly exaggerated foreign accent

“Listen you Americans! We have captured this wimpy kid!” said Ian poking at my face

“Mmpphh!” I resented being called “wimpy”

“If you want to see him alive, you’ll pay 20 dollars for him!”

“Vwenvy vollarz?” I asked indignant, I surely was worth more than that!

“Shut up brat!” said Peter softly punching my shoulder which only produced more indignant grunts from me

“You have two hours to deliver de money or else…” at Ian’s signal, he and his brother dug their fingers on my ribs sending me in another hysterical attack of laughter than ended with me laying on my back heavily panting while my bound legs were dangling from the edge of the bed.

I heard someone walking towards what I think was the camera while someone else tugged at my bonds making sure they were secure. Then Ian spoke to my ear “We are going to write the ransom knot, don’t go anywhere!”

I growled at him and kept still until they had left the room, the moment I heard the door closed I began working on my bonds, I was hopeful of escaping given that I wasn't hogtied or tied to any fixed furniture but oh man it would be harder than I thought.

After failing on loosening the knots, I concocted a new plan to escape, with a little effort I managed to stand up after which I only had to hop in search for a sharp edge that might help me breaking the ropes. Unfortunately, there were two details I didn’t took in account, first that I was blindfolded so I really didn't had any idea of where I was supposed to go and second, that my legs had been tied crossed so it would be harder to remain standing.

As a matter of fact, I had just gave three hops when I lost my balance and came crashing down to the ground, letting out in the process a bunch of colorful words that my mother would have never approved. The fall didn't hurt that much, only my ego was injured. Soon I was rolling on the ground trying to stand up again but after several failed attempts, I finally gave up and laid still on my belly, letting out the occasional grunt to express my disconformity with the whole situation. I haven’t been lying there too long when I heard the door open and a set of footsteps hurried into the room

“Fello?” I asked trying to catch a glimpse of the visitor, I heard someone giggling as the footsteps got closer to me “Megam?” I asked remembering how apparently she had been untying us the previous times. Soon enough I felt a hand tugging at the ropes around my wrists, picking up the knots and loosening them

“IT WAS YOU!” I heard Ian shouting from the door, my liberator dropped my wrists and stepped away from me “You little traitor!” I heard Ian said

“It’s not what it looks like!” Peter exclaimed. It there hadn't been a piece of tape over my mouth my jaw would have certainly dropped at the revelation that it was Peter whom had been untying us all this time!

I heard the sound of a fight going on next to me, intertwined with laughs and shouts coming from both Ian and Peter although Peter’s cries soon became muffled; in the meantime I lose any pretense of freeing myself and instead started rubbing my face against the carpet trying to get rid of the gag or blindfold

Eventually my efforts gave fruit as I managed to peel off the tape from my eyes and the first thing I saw was Peter’s gagged face pressed against the carpet staring back at me. He seemed to have stopped struggling although the drops of sweat falling down his forehead and the disheveled state he was in told me that he had put one hell of a fight. Ian had his knee pressed against his brother’s back while he was busy tying Peter’s already bound wrists and ankles to each other. Despite everything that had happened, Peter didn't seemed fretful about it, in fact he seemed to be smiling under his gag.

Once Ian had finished hogtying Peter, he checked my bonds tightening those that Peter had loosened (although luckily he didn't reapplied the blindfold). Once he was sure that neither Peter nor I were going anywhere he turned around and left the room closing the door behind him promising to be back soon.

Peter and I writhed and rolled around the floor, grunting under our gags as we struggled to break free. I have to admit we had fun trying to communicate with each other through our gags. It didn't took too long before Ian came in followed by Megan
“Mom’s here” she said staring at us with an amused smile while Ian reluctantly untied Peter first and then me.

One thing changed after that day: In the past we had allowed Peter to participate in our games helping us tie each other but we never considered turning him into a victim since in our eyes he was still a toddler but after that day, he became more involved in our games as a willing (and sometimes unwilling) participant. Despite being younger and weaker than the rest of us, he soon proved to be a force to be reckoned.

Re: The Ransom Video

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Jun 24, 2015 3:30 pm

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

Re: The Ransom Video

Postby AlexUSA » Tue Jul 07, 2015 6:07 pm

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