PART 1
Dear Diary:
So much for a relaxing summer day. I decided to take on a summer job babysitting my neighbor's two boys, Mark and Jason. As far as I know, they seemed like good kids, but they were new to the neighborhood, and I had spent the last few weeks studying for finals. It paid off, but I spaced on finding a part-time job for the summer, so at least some babysitting would provide this girl with some needed cash for playtime and shopping. Besides, with the economy like it is, babysitting is always a safe bet for an 18-year-old girl - I was lucky to have it.
It turned out the boys were twins, but not identical. Mark was kind of cute - for a young teen anyway. I remember the first thing he said to me, because it made me blush: "You're real pretty." I was always kinda bookish, but in the last year I guess I filled out a little. Strange how it took a kid's comment to make me notice. Okay, I'm lying to myself - I look in the mirror every day, and measured every quarter inch my breasts grew. I guess there will be no more "flat-chested wonder" comments aimed at me, since my old stick body finally had some curves!
But with my luck, the same thing probably happened to all the other girls at school too. Being a teen that's a week into being an adult in Southern California sucks, what can I say?
The first couple of days babysitting went great, like a dream job. I couldn't believe I was getting paid for having so much fun. The boys had a nice home with a pool, and I pretty much hung out in my bikini by the pool, working on my tan, most of the day, with Mark and Jason helping out with everything. We played cards, Monopoly, Guitar Hero, and Marco Polo; typical summer stuff. Time went by so fast. But today I got stupid. Real stupid.
Here's why: Mark asked me to help him with a school project, so of course I said, "Yes." He said he wanted to try his hand at acting.
I was always too shy to try out for any of the school's plays, but some play acting actually sounded like fun to me. Besides, getting out of the sun for a little while also sounded good. So I followed Mark into the house and into the kitchen, where he asked me to sit in the chair and put my hands behind me. I never even thought to ask why, I was just trying to be miss go-along to get-along. I just wanted to help out.
In just a couple seconds, Jason came from behind and started tying my wrists together, behind the chair. He did it so quickly - and snugly - that I had the feeling I wasn't the first babysitter he had tied up.
I decided to play along, as it was just some play acting and the boys never gave me any indication that I shouldn't trust them. If anything, it was the opposite. I was still thinking about my great "Dream Job". Mark looked so sincere when he asked for my help and all. When he told me it was for a school project, it should have made me say, "But summer just started," but I didn't.
Pretty soon though, Mark was helping him, and I was getting really tied up, and really helpless in the process, really fast. My ankles, knees, elbows, and new breasts all now had rope wrapped all around them, and to the chair as well. I tried to struggle, but it was getting harder by the second. They used a lot of rope, and I just sat there, trying to be 'nice'. Nice and stupid, actually. I wish I had at least changed out of my bikini!
It had occurred to me that it was all just a ruse to keep me out of the way - for whatever the boys had planned for the afternoon. Maybe they wanted to sneak out or something. My first instinct was to start screaming "Untie me now!" all angry and such, but the problem was that since I just sat there and let them tie me up so well, that getting angry only gave them an excuse to keep me tied up as long as they wanted. I have older brothers and cousins, I know what boys do.
I mean, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the back of the laundry closet door and I looked like I was as tied up as I felt. Lots of white rope wrapped around my wrists, upper body, knees, and ankles. These boys were quite the little Boy Scouts. I'm sure they got their merit badges for knot-tying and all. It reminded me of kidnapped girl in an anime show I saw before - well, a lot of anime shows; I can't get enough of the stuff.
So, while they were putting the finishing touches on me I finally asked, "So, what's my part here, you know, my motivation. The way you two tied me up, I'm guessing some kind of kidnap scene or something."
Mark answered, "That's exactly right. Kinda like a version of 'Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's All Tied Up and Gagged." Very funny I thought. A real comedian, but I'm not gagged. He picked up a bandanna and started rolling it up, corner to corner. He continued, "It's for school."
"Yeah, right," I thought to myself. School for Scoundrels, maybe. Boy, was I stupid. But so far, I was just tied up - they had used a lot of rope, for sure, and while I couldn't move very much, it didn't hurt at all.
"Okay, I said, but you have to untie me as soon as the scene is over. I sure don't want to stay like this all day." And that's the last thing I said for the rest of the day. Mark gagged me with the bandanna - the little shit even tied a knot in it and made me bite down on it as he tied it behind my head. I tried to struggle - a little at first - but I just couldn't move a whole lot. My wrists were tied to the ropes wrapping around my breasts, which were tied to the chair, and it all made it hard to struggle, let alone get free.
At one point I almost tipped the chair over in the process, but when that happened, the boys came over and 'relocated' me by untying my feet and chest from the chair and making me walk - knees and wrists still tied - into their parent's bedroom. I made a lot of noise, yelling at them through the knotted bandanna, but they just ignored me.
Once in the bedroom, they retied my chest all anime-like, sat me down on the bed and tied my feet together. Next they tied my feet to my hands, and just left the room. So much for any play acting. As an added insult Jason blindfolded me too.
It's not like I've never been tied up before. One of my older cousins used to tie me up every time we visited them. It was not like this, though. He would play games, mostly where I was some kind of princess and he was the evildoer and rescuer, but not at the same time. Some of the time I could untie myself, but not always. He used to call the way I was tied up now a 'hogtie'. I remembered because he did it to me before using his mother's belts and scarves one day when we were alone. Strange how they have names for this stuff.
No, these boys knew what they were doing, and I had no idea what they were up to in the rest of the house. I just hoped they weren't trashing it, because I'd be the one that got in trouble. At least they could have left the blindfold off and put the TV on for me. Lying there on the bed, all bound, gagged, and blindfolded, it was impossible to judge what time it was or how long I had been tied up.
After what seemed like a long while, Mark came in and started whispering in my ear, all quietly: "Listen Ashley, it's me, Mark. You've been captured by an elite military outfit, and we want your cooperation in exchange for your release - got it?"
I nodded, and he took the gag off me. What a relief! "Look," I said, "Just untie me now and I won't tell your parents what happened today. You tricked me into tying me up, but just let me go..."
Mark stuffed the bandanna back in my mouth. I was getting pretty ticked off, but whatever power trip this kid was on didn't seem to be going away, and I was totally helpless. Like it or not, I needed this kid. He continued, "I'm a double-agent. Shhhh they might hear you. They have cameras all over this place."
"Oh shit," he said, "...cameras." If he filmed this whole thing, I had proof of what they did. Besides, it was possible that his parents had a Nanny-cam and these little shits would get theirs once the day was over. I made noise for him to pull the bandanna out, which he did.
I whispered, "My hero. What do you want me to do?"
To be continued...