Mark and Nancy Story (new 10-18-2010)

Postby volatiledesire » Thu Apr 22, 2010 11:45 am

Okay more continuation of the Mark and Nancy Stories.

Here are the previous parts, if you want to read the previous installments. I am just going to add to this thread for the remaining parts.

The Cousins

Sharon drove her car into the driveway. She turned around to speak to her two young nieces sitting in the back seat each staring out the window with white plastic buds sprouting from their ears. The eldest girl had long blond hair twisted into a wrist thick braid cascading down one shoulder. She wore a layered T-shirt look that snugly covered her curves. A pair of gray leggings and a scarf used as a belt completed her look. Sharon pointed to her ear.

"Yes, Mrs. McLeary?" The young woman said after removing her ear bud.

"Just call me Sharon. We're here."

The other young girl in the back seat removed her music player as well and unbuckled the seat belt. She had shorter black hair that covered her ears and shoulders. Several strands of hair fell down across her cheeks which she habitually tucked behind her ears. She also wore a couple layers of stretchy cotton T-shirts with a pair of jean shorts.

Now that Sharon had both their attention. "Now Michelle," she looked at the blond girl who was fingering her braid. "I've made the beds up in the guest room, will it be ok if you and Tamara share a bed, it's a queen size?"

Michelle looked briefly at Tamara and shrugged her shoulders. "That will be fine."

"Unless you snore," Tamara laughed.

Sharon led the two girls into the house helping them with their luggage. "I wonder where Mark is? I told him to be here when we got back." Sharon looked in the kitchen and the living room. "The guest bedroom is the second door on the left up the stairs. You two go ahead I'm going to check the backyard."

Sharon walked outside and made sure that her son's bike was still at the house and briefly checked the storage shed and the wooded areas over the back of the fence. Michelle met her at the back door on her way back in. "Uh, Mrs. McL.., I mean Sharon, we found Mark."

"Where is he?"

"You'd better come see."

Sharon followed her niece up the stairs and into the guest bedroom. There sitting in the middle of the room was her son Mark. His legs were bound at the ankles knees and thighs with white cotton rope. More ropes were wrapped and cinched over his legs, waist and chest to hold him to the chair. Sharon reflexively hid her smile by putting a hand in front of her lips which made her amusement all the more obvious. She walked around Mark and took a look at the ropes holding his arms, which consisted of several loops holding his elbows and more encircling his wrists. Another length connected his wrists to his ankles so his feet did not touch the floor. Mark had already turned a vivid shade of pink and was struggling to say something except that the white cloth covering his mouth was keeping additional cloth stuffed between his lips.

Michelle and Tamara were more than a bit surprised by their aunt's reaction. "We found this note taped to his chest. Who is Nancy?"

Sharon took the note and read aloud. "Hello Sharon, this is Nancy and I wanted to surprise your nieces with a gift and Mark was so kind to volunteer. It is amazing what you can get him to do for a kiss. Have fun." Sharon smiled and watched even more color bloom in the visible part of Mark's cheeks.

"Nancy is a long time friend of ours who lives down the street. Mark and her have become close."

Michelle and Tamara giggled and Mark hung his head in embarrassment. "I guess since this is your gift I leave it to you to take care of him." Sharon left the room but caught the stunned looks on her nieces faces and could not miss Mark's grunts of outrage.

"Get my camera..." was the last thing Sharon heard before going downstairs to start on dinner.
Last edited by volatiledesire on Thu Dec 02, 2010 12:29 pm, edited 10 times in total.

Mark and Nancy: The Cousins

Postby volatiledesire » Fri Apr 23, 2010 6:05 am

Tamara and Michelle could not hold back the fits of giggles as they snapped photos of their bound cousin.

"Hey Tamara, take one of me with him." Michelle placed her head on Mark's shoulder and gave him a hug from behind while smiling at the camera.

"Oh me too," Tamara said handing the camera to her sister. Tamara plopped down on Mark's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Let's do one with the timer." Michelle set the timer and placed the camera on the bed then she jumped up and joined Tamara in a stern pose that made Mark look like he was in deep trouble.

Mark constantly mewled through his gag but the girls ignored him.

"I wonder if we could meet Nancy."

Mark nodded and made a series of unintelligible noises. Michelle seemed to get the gist of what he wanted. "No, I think I'd like to talk to her before we let you go." Michelle and Tamara darted out of the room leaving Mark behind struggling with renewed vigor against the expertly tied bonds. Minutes later they returned with the phone and a scrap of paper with Nancy's number on it.

Michelle dialed and held the phone to her ear. "Hi Nancy."

Michelle listened for a moment. "Yes this is Michelle, Mark's cousin. My sister Tamara and I just wanted to say thanks for the present."

Michelle and Tamara both lapsed into fits and giggles again. "Yeah, we'll be here a couple of weeks or so while our parents are on vacation."

Another pause while Michelle listened and Tamara leaned in close to hear. "Sure, we were hoping to meet you. Would you mind coming over here."

"Great, see you in a few minutes."

Michelle turned off the phone and looked at her sister. "And you thought we'd be bored the whole time."

"I'm glad to be wrong, this Nancy girl sounds cool." Tamara smiled. "I bet she's a red head."

The two girls busied themselves putting their things away in the room until they heard a knock on the door. "Come in," they both said in unison.

Nancy walked into the room. She wore a green dress made of a stretch jersey fabric that fell to her mid-thigh. The green color coupled with white, opaque tights made her look a lot older than she was. Her red hair was pulled into a loose pony tail and her eyes twinkled as they glanced in Mark's direction. "Hi I'm Nancy."

Michelle absently fiddled with her braid and introduced herself and her sister. "Do you and Mark do this a lot."

"No, not that often. The first time was over a year ago and a couple more times since then, those are long stories though." Nancy sat down on the bed and used Mark's lap as a foot rest.

Tamara sat down on the floor, "Do you think you could teach us?"

Mark looked at Tamara and then at Nancy and shook his head violently back and forth.

Nancy laughed with surprise. "We are going to get along just fine." Nancy stood up and walked behind the chair Mark was sitting in. "Sure, it's not hard once you get the basics down, come here and take a look."

Using Mark as an example Nancy explained the basics of what she did to make him helpless. Safety, circulation, cinching, different positions, etc. were all discussed. "But," Nancy said. "You really just have to practice."

Tamara and Michelle just looked at each other neither one comfortable enough to volunteer to be tied.

Nancy came to their rescue. "Since Michelle is wearing leggings it would be best if she were tied first, they will protect her skin."

Michelle nodded and Tamara placed her sister into a hog-tie. Nancy offered a few guiding remarks during the process."

"That was good Tamara, can you wiggle free?"

Michelle struggled with the rope and was finally able to slip a loop over her wrists and get free. "Next time Tamara, if you tie her arms to her body it will be much more difficult to get free. "Let's let Michelle have a turn and I'll show you."

"I need to change into some longer pants." Tamara said.

"Tights preferably," Nancy suggested. "They are easier to get the ropes between."

Tamara laid out some tights on the bed but hesitantly looked at Mark who was quietly watching the whole event. "Oh, sorry," Nancy said and grabbed a pillow case off the bed and pulled it down over Mark's head. A second one followed the first. "There you go, now he can't see."

Tamara giggled and changed into a pair of black footless tights. Nancy then schooled Michelle on how to tie up her sister, again into the hog tie position. This time however, she showed Michelle a few additional places to add rope. Including one that attached to her hands and was pulled between her legs. Michelle could not stop giggling about that one.

Tamara's reaction was somewhat different. "Hey, whoa, stop that. Ugh, it's like the world's worst wedgy." Ropes encircled Tamara's torso above and below her breasts, around her waist and between her legs, each loop keeping her arms tightly bound against her body.

"Ok, Tamara, see if you can get out." Nancy said.

Tamara struggled, rolled around, grunted and groaned but could not manage to escape the ropes. "Good job Michelle, your first try too."

"You helped me. So what do you do now?" Michelle looked down at her sister.

"Let me show you something," Nancy knelt down on the floor at Tamara's feet. She found a thin piece of rope and began to wrap it around Tamara's big toes.

"Hey what are you doing? Isn't it time to let me go."

Nancy tied Tamara's toes to one of the ropes encircling her upper body and then began to draw circles with her finger nails on Tamara's exposed soles.

Tamara went wild. "Stop that..." She gasped between bouts of laughter. "Let me go."

Michelle got in on the action. Tamara was beside herself with tears of laughter pouring down her face.

Mark was desperately trying to shake the pillowcases off his head. Two beautiful girls were tickling a third and he was completely blind, only the sounds of laughter and rustling clothes fueled his imagination.

Finally Tamara was allowed to catch her breath. "You are in for it now Michelle?" Tamara said still gasping.

"Hey it was Nancy's idea. It's not my fault you did not tie me up better."

There were a couple of knocks on the door and Mark's Mom walked in the room. She took a quick glance around the room. "Well, at least you girls won't be bored. I see Nancy has taught you well."

Michelle giggled. "She sure has."

Sharon knelt down next to Tamara and felt the tightness of the ropes around her wrists. "Very good, just remember not to tie too tight, and watch for circulation problems."

Michelle and Tamara both nodded.

"And never put ropes around the neck."

Again the cousins nodded.

"Ok, well it's time for dinner. Let's get everybody released. Your Mom is joining us Nancy, so you can help them out." Sharon looked around the room and smiled. "And to think I was worried that Mark and you girls would have nothing to do while you stayed here."

Mark grunted from the chair, and everyone laughed.

Re: Mark and Nancy Story

Postby bondagefan » Fri Apr 23, 2010 6:38 am

Nice story but Nancy needs to get tied,gagged,& blindfolded maybe with one of the girls.

Mark and Nancy: The Cousins

Postby volatiledesire » Mon Apr 26, 2010 1:31 pm

Mark rolled out of bed and tugged on his summer time of attire of cotton T-shirt and shorts and went downstairs to the kitchen. Mark joined Michelle and Tamara eating breakfast. He found it impossible to hold any kind of grudge over the events of yesterday. His cousins were cute and it was not really their fault. They all had some good laughs over dinner the night before.

His Mom walked into the room with capris and a peasant blouse looking through her purse. "Good, you're up. I don't get to go shopping with my own daughters so I'm taking advantage today. We will probably get our nails done too. I assumed you did not want to join us."

Mark sniffed. "As if."

"Well Nancy is coming with us and I told Teresa that you would help her put some stuff in her attic for her. She'll be home all day."

Mark nodded. "I'll mow the lawn first."

Mark went outside and pulled out the mower from the shed and filled it with gas. Moments later Nancy arrived. She wore nearly the same kind of clothes as he did except everything looked amazing on her. A green clip held her hair behind her head. "You aren't going with us?" Nancy smiled.

"Oh yeah, I'm so disappointed. Mom is making mow the lawn instead."

"Have fun."

Mark nodded. "You too. Try not to corrupt my cousins any more."

Nancy stopped and looked back. "Michelle is older than me. Who's corrupting who?"

"Ha! You are a lion among cubs, don't you see how they look at you?"

Nancy cocked her head to the side in confusion.

"Oh please," Mark said. "It's just like at school, you are the queen bee. It's just your personality, your presence."

"Doesn't seem to work with you." Nancy said.

Mark walked away from the mower and closed the gap between them. He stepped close enough to smell her unique scent. "Why do you suppose that is?"

Nancy took a step closer so their eyes were inches apart and her hair brushed across Mark's face. "You are the only guy who can look at me like this."

"I..." Mark started to say but the front door opened suddenly and Tamara bounded outside.

"Nancy you're here..." She realized that she interrupted something when both Nancy and Mark simultaneously took a step back. "Oh, I am sorry." Tamara blushed.

"He was just telling me something, you're fine." Nancy followed Tamara onto the porch and inside the house. She looked back briefly and caught Mark still looking at her.

Mark mowed the lawn and then walked down the street to Nancy's house. Teresa, Nancy's Mom, opened the door before he had the chance to knock. She wore a long spaghetti strap maxi dress in a deep blue color, her hair falling loose about her shoulders. The dress was so long that Mark could not see her barefeet until she stepped back to let him in. "Thanks for doing this. If I go up there the dust really fires up my hay fever."

"No problem."

Teresa led Mark upstairs to the hallway where several plastic tubs were stacked on the floor. Teresa pointed to the rope that opened a trap door leading to the attic. "Just pull on that and the stairs will fold out. Wait till I get downstairs it's really dusty."

Mark waited until Teresa disappeared and then pulled on the handle, he expected to get showered with dirt but it was relatively clean. A thin layer of dust did cover most of the boxes in the attic but it was not bad. Mark quickly heaved one box up the rickety ladder and put it in an empty corner. Being a bit of a snoop by nature, Mark looked around for several minutes. In a dark corner Mark spotted a scrap of shiny fabric peaking out of the top of a paper sack. Shiny things always attracted his attention most especially when it decorated the female form but even now he could not help but take a look.

Inside the paper snack were silk scarves of various sizes and shapes. Mark knew that Teresa was no stranger to ropes and things and there were a few of the scarves that still had knots in them. A couple of other sacks had similar contents, sashes, ribbons, satin belts, etc.

Mark picked up the sacks and went downstairs. Teresa was lying on the couch asleep with the book she had been reading on the floor. She was lying on her side with her arm hanging over the side of the couch. An idea bloomed in Mark's head but also a long potential set of consequences. Teresa was known to be quite severe, but there was a certain amount of vengeance required. Mark knew, though without proof, that all the crazy ideas that got him in so much embarrassing trouble were Teresa's and not his Mom's.

The more he thought about it the less he cared about what might happen. This opportunity would likely never come again. It was now or never.

Mark slowly snuck around the couch, he had no idea if she was a light sleeper or not but he had several of the longer scarves in his pockets and he had two in his hand. Mark figured he would have to surprise her and sit on her legs. His Mom was surprisingly strong so he was not going to underestimate Teresa. With a final deep breath Mark scooped up her arm off the floor and placed it behind her back. He had to roll her over to get to the other arm which was pinned beneath her. By the time he had both arms behind her, Teresa was coming awake. Mark quickly sat on her lower legs and quickly tied her hands together behind her back.

Before he was done Teresa was awake. "What? What are you doing? Get off me."

Mark continued tying her wrists together, concentrating to finish cinching her wrists together. He used his second scarf to wrap around her elbows. Teresa was flailing her arms wildly and her heels thudded into his back. Still he pressed on cinching up the scarf between her elbows.

"Mark you are in so much trouble, why are you doing this?"

Mark decided to answer that question. "I need the practice, with all the girls in my house learning how to tie me up thanks to Nancy."

Teresa struggled like a wild cat. Her red hair flew around so violently that it looked ablaze. Mark quickly rotated around and caught her kicking feet in a loop of silk and quickly knotted it off using the trailing end to pull her ankles close to her hands. Teresa then tried to turn over but Mark had to tie the knots better or she would definitely escape so he added more scarves over the existing ones and put several around her body firmly holding her arms and legs close.

Teresa was starting to relax. "Look you can't keep me like this forever, why don't you save yourself and let me go now. I promise not to do anything."

Mark laughed. "Yeah right, I'm going to have to enjoy this now. There is no way you will let me off easy."

Mark took a wider scarf and quickly tied it around Teresa's eyes and when she opened her mouth to say something, he quickly pulled a knotted scarf between her teeth. Several more scarves covered those so her head was completely shrouded in silk. He checked the other ropes making sure all the knots were out of reach.

"Now what." Mark said. "That's the problem with tying someone up. They are no fun whatsoever, unless..." Mark raked his fingernails over the soles of Teresa's feet. Teresa roared through her muffling gag and spasms wracked her bound form. "That is fun to watch."

After several minutes of tickling Mark stepped back. "I better go finish putting the boxes in the attic, don't go anywhere." Mark stepped away but could see Teresa's hand vainly picking at the scarf bonds holding her in the rigid position.

The remainder of the boxes were quickly put away and when Mark returned Teresa was still where he left her and making no progress. "Your daughter taught me well, eh."

"I know your mad at me but the second I untie you, you are going to call Mom and I'll be in trouble."

Teresa muffled something in response which Mark could not decipher.

"Do your worst, let's see if you can control yourself and be as nice to me as I am to you." Mark released one of Teresa's hands and quickly scampered home, taking the remaining bags of scarves with him.

The next few hours Mark spent steeling himself for the inevitable punishment that was to come. Mark figured that as soon as she got free Teresa would be on the cellphone to his Mom and that would be that. It was just such a thrill getting Nancy's Mom, and she deserved it.

Eventually, Mom, Nancy and his cousins returned from their shopping trip. "Did you remember to help out Teresa?" Mom asked.

"Uh..." Mark hesitated looking for signs of deception in the statement. "Yeah, no problem. Did you have fun?"

"Things are so expensive these days, but yes we did have fun."

Nancy, Michelle and Tamara were comparing fingernails at the kitchen table and no one seemed to be holding back any accusations. "Is it possible she didn't mention it?" Mark whispered under his breath as he went outside.

Mark secretly used the forested area behind his house to make his way over to Teresa's house to see if she somehow had failed to get free. A quick peek through a knot hole in the fence revealed Teresa outside sun bathing. "That's weird," Mark said allowed as he made his way back home. "She's up to something."

That night, Mark spent several minutes rigging up noise traps around his window and door just in case.

Re: Mark and Nancy Story

Postby tiedupallnightlong » Sun May 02, 2010 5:24 pm

So happy u started another continue plz


N do marc n nancy finally get together

Re: Mark and Nancy Story

Postby Boundgal08 » Tue May 04, 2010 2:04 am

Nice story here as well :)

Hope to read more soon

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Re: Mark and Nancy Story

Postby Nuclearo » Thu May 06, 2010 4:13 pm

Great to see another Mark and Nancy installment, and with new characters on top of that! I just love how Teresa turned Mark paranoid over the course of the series. Like having noise traps is even needed when she can just openly walk right in there and tie him up in broad daylight XD
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Mark and Nancy Story

Postby volatiledesire » Wed May 12, 2010 5:39 am

The days passed. Nothing happened. On the third day Mark's Mom handed him a letter. "This is from Teresa, she told me to tell you thanks and sorry it took so long to pay you, she's been tied up a lot with work."

Mark scanned his Mom's face for any evidence that her words had a hidden double meaning but she continued flipping through the pile of letters. Mark opened the envelope which contained a crisp twenty dollar bill with a neon yellow sticky note attached. The word "Thanks" was written in Teresa's feminine script with the a hastily sketched smiley in the dot of the exclamation point.

Mark tucked the money in his pocket and went to his room. "Perhaps she really is ok with what I did." He whispered as he ran up the stairs.

Laughter came from the guest bedroom where his cousins Michelle and Tamara were staying. Mark resisted the urge to listen in and fled into his own room. A quick change of clothes later and Mark headed out the back door of his house into the wooded area that lined the neighborhood drainage area. The woods were a rabbit warren of trails and trees that lined a concrete canal that was always dry unless it was actively raining. Mark knew every nook and cranny of the place and his favorite area was a large grove of cedar trees whose low hanging bows created a hollow space underneath. The evergreen kept the ground dry and Mark had worked to expand the space so it was quite roomy, nearly tall enough to stand up. He called it his fort.

Now the fort was no secret, Mom and Teresa knew about it but only Nancy had been in it. Mark relaxed in a curved nook between two roots that was shaped perfectly to be comfortable and thought through the events. He was still a bit embarrassed around his cousins because of being tied up by Nancy when they first arrived. He felt a little better due to his success with Nancy's Mom, however no one knew about that. He decided he would have to get Nancy back somehow, to show his cousins he was no push over.

Nancy was a gymnast and a dancer and would be extremely difficult to overpower. He would have to trick her into it. Scenario's popped into his mind and most were quickly discarded. The thin shafts of light that penetrated the cedar canopy were quickly fading before Mark had a plan that showed the slightest chance of working. It was completely dark before he had everything prepared.

The next morning Mark called Nancy. "Hey can you meet me at my fort."

"I suppose, why there?"

"I need to talk, and with Michelle and Tamara around it will be hard anywhere else."

"Ok, give me an hour."

"That's fine." Mark hung up and dashed out the back door toward the woods.

Mark laid out a blanket on the most level part of the dirt floor and checked to make sure all his supplies were in place. Then he sat back and waited.

"Hello, Mark are you in there." Nancy called out a few minutes later.

"Yep, come on it."

"I can never remember which side the opening is on." Nancy said.

"Right over here." Mark crawled out of the prickly tunnel of branches that formed the entrance. Nancy soon was inside bending her head slightly to keep her hair out of the branches that crisscrossed over head to form the ceiling. She wore a pair of black opaque leggings with a multicolored flowing skirt and matching shirt. Her hair pulled behind her head was braided into a single ponytail.

"Wow, you look good." Mark said.

"Thanks, just something I could throw on." Nancy said obviously enjoying the compliment. "What did you want to talk about?"

"I'll just get right to it, honesty is the best policy and all." Mark took a deep breath. "I want to practice tying you up?"

Nancy cocked her head to one side. "Yeah right, you don't need practice."

"Yes I do. Ever since you showed Tamara and Michelle how to do it, they have been plotting to tie me up and I want to strike first. It's only fair since you were the one that involved them in the game."

"You don't need any help from me. You are good enough at it."

"Not true, I have no idea how to tie someone up who is struggling to escape."

"You could just catch them while they are sleeping."

Mark nodded while scanning Nancy's face for any evidence that she might know he had done that very thing to her Mom but she showed no sign of it. "Perhaps, but there are two of them, it will be impossible to get them both at the same time, one would wake up and that would be that."

"Than how do you propose to tie them both up while they are awake."

"I'll take them one at a time, they don't spend all their time together, but they sleep in the same room." Mark sighed. "You see why I need the help? You owe me."

"I owe you? How do you figure that?" Nancy smiled.

"You tied me to that chair."

"You let me do that." Nancy countered.

"You said you'd kiss me."

"I did kiss you."

"I will give you a kiss if you let me practice." Mark smiled.

Nancy laughed. "Oh, you think I am that easy."

Mark stepped closer to her and looked directly in her eyes. "I am."

Nancy was the first to look away. "Ok, ok, you can practice on me."

Mark grabbed a bundle of rope. "Alright, you need to act surprised and try to stop me from tying you hands together."

At first Nancy easily escaped but Mark after several failed attempts he came up with a strategy that worked. It involved pinning her arms to her sides first with a lasso of rope around her torso and then tripping up her legs so she had to break her fall instead of resist. The elbows were wrapped with the loose ends of the torso lasso followed by the wrists. When it was all said and done Nancy was bound into a hog tie with ropes around her knees, waist and chest. "Ok, Mark, you got me. Let me go." Nancy struggled but only managed to rock back and forth.

"What about your kiss." Mark laid on the ground next to Nancy and stroked the side of her neck. The fire slowly drained from her eyes as Mark continued. Her eyes closed as Mark continued softly stroking the nape of her neck. Slowly he pressed his lips onto hers and let them linger for several seconds feeling the warmth of her breath. "I hope you can forgive me."

Nancy's eyes popped open. "Forgive you for what."

"This." Marked pulled a knotted scarf between her lips and quickly tied if off behind her head. Several more scarves covered that one including a blindfold. Nancy bucked as much as her bonds would allow which amounted to little more than sliding to the edge of the blanket. Mark finished with a large scarf that completely covered her head. "I'll be right back, I think my cousins would be interested in seeing my fort, don't you."

Angry snarls followed Mark as he quickly ran home, he did not want to leave her unattended for any longer than he had to. Michelle and Tamara were lounging in front of the television. "Hey would you guys like to see my fort?"

The two girls looked at each other and shrugged. "Ok, we can take a look. Is it far?"

"Not at all, just behind the house in the trees."

"Ok, let us go get our shoes on."

The girls slowly moved upstairs and Mark waited. What seemed like hours later, the girls came back down. "We're ready."

"Lost your shows eh?" Mark asked, trying to control is impatience.

"No, but we had to use the bathroom, check our hair and stuff." Michelle said.

"Ok, follow me." Mark led the two girls through the woods. Fallen trees or small mud puddles that he barely noticed became huge obstacles as the girls carefully navigated through the brush as if every branch were full of razor sharp thorns.

Finally they arrived. "Ok, there it is."

"Where?" Michelle asked.

Mark pointed to the copse of cedars. "Right there." He walked over to the entrance. "Just crawl through here and after a few feet you'll be able to stand again.

"I'm not going in there." Tamara responded. "It probably full of bugs and spiders."

"It's perfectly safe, Nancy comes in all the time. I've been in here all morning."

Michelle and Tamara finally went inside. "It's kind of nice." Michelle said. "But too dirty."

Mark wiggled his way past her and stared dumbly at the empty blanket in the middle of his fort. "Impossible." He said loudly.

Michelle and Tamara looked at him curiously. "What are you talking about?"

Mark ignored the question and shook out the blanket that was rolled into a wad in the middle of the fort. Inside the blanket were lengths of cut rope and several scarves. As well as a folded piece of paper. Mark grabbed the paper and dropped the blanket on the floor.

Tamara bent down and picked up the severed rope. "What is going on here?"

Mark ignored her his eyes scanning the contents of the paper. The typewritten note said:

"If you want to see her again, Mark. You must meet the following demands.
1. You must be tied in the exact same position as Nancy.
2. You must be gagged and blindfolded with scarves, just like Nancy.
3. You have two hours to comply."

Mark read the letter in disbelief, then Tamara snatched it from his hands. After a quick struggle Tamara had finished reading. "You tied up Nancy? And she escaped."

"She did not escape, these ropes were cut. Someone freed her."

"So you thought to get revenge by tying her up and now she's been kidnapped." Michelle said.

"Well...there is something fishy going on here."

"We are going to tell your Mom," Tamara said as she crawled out of the fort.

Mark opened his mouth to argue because he was sure it was a trick but he could not think of a reason not to tell his Mom so he stopped and followed his cousins out of his fort.

Mark and Nancy Story: Teresa's Revenge

Postby volatiledesire » Thu May 13, 2010 7:13 am

Teresa gets her revenge

Lost in thought, Mark did not try to catch Michelle and Tamara as they ran back to the house. Suddenly all their fears of mud puddles and snagging limbs disappeared in the joy of getting Mark in trouble. By the time he reached the back door to his house, he was convinced that Teresa had done it.

Mark walked into the kitchen where his Mom was reading the letter. "It's a trick Mom. Teresa left that note."

To the shock of Michelle and Tamara, Sharon nodded. "I agree, however you still have a problem."

Mark looked carefully at his Mom. "Problem? I don't see a problem? It is a trick. Nancy is fine."

Sharon addressed Michelle and Tamara. "Do you girls see the problem?"

Michelle and Tamara's faces furrowed in thought. "If it is Nancy's Mom who kidnapped her than she is fine and there is no real reason he should have to do what is on the note."

"Really? What would Nancy think of him if he refused to comply in order to save her, even if it is fake?" Sharon asked.

The girls' eyes lit up. "Of course! She will naturally assume that Mark does not care about her. Not even enough to get tied up to save her."

Mark was slow to catch on but his stomach sank when Michelle finished speaking. "So if I refuse to get tied up Nancy will think she is not important to me. But its a trick, her own Mom is behind this."

"I'm sure she is, and you have 90 minutes to decide what to do. Actually less than that, since it will take us a while to tie you up."

Mark collapsed onto the couch. "Teresa called you didn't she?" Mark asked after a few minutes.

"Does it matter? Nancy will still think what she thinks." Sharon responded. "You better decide quickly."

After several minutes during which time his Mom and cousins reviewed the note, Mark finally decided. "I don't really have a choice." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Ah, would you really want one, son? Nancy is a beautiful girl."

"Yeah but why do I have to prove how much I love her." Mark said.

"You don't, but girls love a knight in shining armor, are you sure she is head over heels for you? Do you think that you still need to win her over a little bit?"

Mark thought about what his Mom said and tried to imagine what would happen if some smart college boy found his way into Nancy's heart. How would he, a younger high school kid, stack up to that? "Like I said, not much of a choice. Let's get it over with."

Sharon stood up from the couch where they were talking. "Michelle and Tamara, I think you can handle the details."

Mark jerked his head up. "What? They can't do it."

"I'm sure they can, Nancy showed them a thing or two."

Tamara reached down and grabbed Mark's hand. "And we've been practicing."

Mark groaned.

"Oh, and Mark..." His Mom said as they headed for the back door. "Make sure and provide them with your stash of supplies."

* * *

"The note specifies that you be tied in the same position as you tied Nancy. Since no one else was there you'll have to tell us." Tamara said after spreading out the blanket over the dirt floor of the fort.

"It was a simple hogtie."

"Were her knees tied? How about her elbows or shoulders? Give us the details, man."

Mark explained where he had tied all the ropes.

"Ok, what about the gag."

Marked opened a bag and pulled out a wad of scarves. "I used these."

"Blindfold too?" Michelle asked.

Mark held up the scarves again.

"How many?"

"Half a dozen."

"On just her face." Tamara said with a raised voice.

"If she rolled off the blanket I didn't want her to get her face dirty." Mark said while unsuccessfully hiding a smile.

Tamara caught his smirk. "We will attempt to offer you the same courtesy. Let's get started. Lay down."

Mark laid down on the blanket and kept a blank face while his wrists were tied together. This was followed by his elbows. "Hey easy, I'm not a gymnast like Nancy."

"I think we'll do the scarves next." Michelle said.

Mark allowed his mouth to be filled with a wadded scarf and then two more were pulled between his teeth. Next more of the silky squares were wrapped over his eyes and he felt two more wrapped around his head. Speech and sight were gone. The girls continued working on his torso wrapping more rope around his waist and shoulders ensuring that he could not move his arms away from his back. They then moved to his legs wrapping rope around his knees and ankles. Their lack of expertise proved to be quite uncomfortable for Mark. They cinched the ropes around his knees too tight so when they bent his legs to complete the hogtie the ropes cut deeply into his skin and squeezed the bones of his knees together in a painful way. Mark tried to express his discomfort but the girls could not understand and ignored him.

"See you later Mark." Tamara said while laughing.

"Oh wait Tamara," Michelle said. "We'd better make sure he doesn't wander off." Mark felt the rope between his ankles and wrists rise upward and any movement from side to side was eliminated. "There now, no running off." Michelle laughed.

Mark hoped that he would not be here long. The girls had pulled his elbows too close together and his shoulders were aching. His knees were squeezed so tight the pain was already beginning to fade into a dull numbness. The heat of the warm day coupled with the strain of his position caused sweat to dampen the scarves around his face making his breathing labored.

Mark tried to count the birds singing above him. He tried to rub the scarves away from his face but with this shoulders pulled back and his hands pulled upward he could barely touch the ground with his face. He tried to stay tough and even convinced himself that Nancy would really be impressed but in the end he was nothing but miserable. Finally, the sound of rustling branches in the direction of the entrance greeted his ears. "Well, well, looks like you have some concern for my daughter."

Teresa's voice was like music to Mark's ears. He moaned and grunted trying to get her to see the strain of his position. He felt a hand on his legs. "Good grief, who tied you up? It wasn't Sharon, that's for sure. She knows better than this. Must have been those cousins of yours."

Mark felt the ropes holding him in the rigid hog tie relax and he slowly straightened his legs. The ropes holding his knees and ankles were then removed. "Ok, I'm going to help you stand up and then we are walking back to my house."

Mark tried to speak his disagreement with the proposal.

"You don't have much of a choice and I can't understand you anyway. So just stop it." Teresa said.

Teresa led Mark out of his fort and guided him through the woods. When you can not see it is harder to do everything and it seemed like Teresa's house was twice as far as he remembered. Eventually though the familiar sounds of her backyard filled his ears and then he was led into the house and down into the basement. The stifling scarves were removed and Mark blinked against the sudden influx of light. He was in the spare bedroom and though he expected to see Nancy she was not there

"Please take a seat and I will release your hands so you can rest your shoulders, don't try anything."

"Where's Nancy?" Mark asked while Teresa picked at the knots.

"She's at dance practice."

"How did you know I tied her up?"

"Just a hunch really, based on what you pulled last week here."

Mark did not know what to say. He really could not apologize because he enjoyed it. "So I guess I'm about to pay the piper."

"That's one way of putting it."

"I thought you enjoyed it." Mark said.

"What difference does that make?"

Mark thought about that for a second and realized that she was right. "Ok then, I promise to do whatever you ask, if you go easy on me."

Nancy stood up and pressed a finger into the side of her mouth. "Ok, but I'll need to test your commitment first. Let me get you loose."

Mark wondered what kind of test she meant, until his elbows were freed and relief flooded his body, cancelling out all other thoughts. "Oh, that feels better."

"Ok, stay here, I'll be right back." Teresa said.

Thinking this was the test, Mark stayed in the seat. Once she trusted him then he could escape much easier.

She came back in a little later carrying a box. "Ok, I'll go easy on you if you put this on." Teresa pulled out a black suit of some kind. It was a shiny black unitard with long sleeves and a hood attached. There was a triangular panel of white velvet that started at the crotch and extended upward toward the shoulders. Mark had trouble figuring out what it was supposed to be until he saw the open-faced hood with two triangular protrusions on the top. It was a cat costume, and a very tight and sexy one at that.

Mark backed away from Teresa tripping over the chair and falling onto the floor. "No way, I'm not wearing that."

"It's the only way I can trust you not to run away, you give me your clothes and wear this." Teresa stood waiting for his decision.

Mark pondered making a run for it, but figured it would be so much worse next time if he succeeded, especially with all the girls ganging up on him. "Fine, but you have to leave the room."

"Then you have to pass me your clothes the moment I leave. And I mean all your clothes." Teresa said.

"Fine fine." Mark said.

Teresa walked out of the room after spreading the catsuit out on the bed taking the box with her. Mark stood behind the cracked door and passed his clothes to her one at a time until he was naked at which point she closed the door. "You have 10 minutes."

Mark unzipped the thick spandex fabric and pushed his legs inside. Once his arms were in the sleeves he struggled to zip up the back. He did the best he could and made no attempt to put the hood on. One thing not immediately apparent until he had the suit on was the amount of padding in the chest. The padding combined with the triangular shaped white velvet across his chest and stomach gave him the illusion of a feminine figure, much like many women's bathing suits cut and colored specifically to reduce the waist and enhance the bust and hips. To complete the look a long black tail extended from the suit and was stiffened just enough to keep from wrapping around his legs.

The door opened and Teresa walked in. "Time's up. Oh good it fits, but you have to put the hood on." Teresa had the box in her hands and removed two black objects. She unzipped what little Mark had done and pushed the suit down his shoulders. She then inserted the two objects into two hidden pockets. "Even women sometimes need a little help in the bosom department." She then pulled the suit back over his shoulders and the hood over his head. She then pulled the zipper from the crown of his head sealing him in the suit. Mark looked down his body and could only see his feet through the valley between his faux breasts. The white velvet also seemed to hide any bulges in his crotch. "Have a seat in the chair please."

"What now? I look ridiculous."

"You mean fabulous, don't you." Teresa laughed. She produced a combination padlock from the box and handed it to Mark.

Mark looked at Teresa confused.

"Do you know how to change the combinations on those."

"No."

Teresa explained the process. "Now I want you to think of a combination and tell no one what it is and set it on that lock."

Mark thought for a second and then set the padlock, double checking it to make sure his combination worked. He spun the dial and handed it back to Teresa. "Ok."

Teresa grabbed a roll of black electrical tape out of the box. "Ok hold out your hand."

"I'm already wearing the costume. Do you have to do that?"

Teresa nodded. "Part of the costume. Makes it harder to remove."

Mark held out his black spandex covered arm. Teresa pealed off a piece of the rubbery tape and wrapped his hand into a fist. She then fetched from the box a tight glove padded in the shape of a paw. "See told you it was part of the costume."

Mark opened his mouth to retort but decided against it. He knew it would only get worse. His other hand was given the same treatment and his transformation in to a female cat continued.

"Ok, please put your hands...uh, I mean, paws behind your back." Teresa said.

"You said if I put on this stupid costume you would go easy on me."

"I am going easy on you, I will not tickle you like you did to me. Now stop whining, it's not like I'm asking for one of your nine lives." Teresa giggled.

Mark stood up and placed his hands behind his back, Teresa used some white cotton rope to bind his wrists and elbows forcing his arms back and his chest out. It was less stringent than what his cousins did though, a fact that was small comfort in his current situation.

Teresa looked back in the box. "Oh I almost forgot. Have a seat, and watch your tail there."

Mark sat down on the edge of the chair to avoid the tail of the suit. Teresa went behind him and unzipped the suit, and pulled the hood forward off of his head so it hung loosely under his chin. "Ok open wide."

"You're kidding."

"Nope, I can't say it's part of the costume but it does match."

Mark opened his mouth slowly and Teresa wedged between his teeth a shiny black ball with two straps which she tied behind his neck. She then pulled the hood back into place and zipped the suit closed again. "There now, noting but purring from you."

Mark rolled his eyes and sniffed.

Teresa pulled out a small case from the box. "Now for a little cat face for my kitty." She used several different make up tools on his face spending a lot of time on his eyes. The long strokes of black makeup that formed his whiskers were the only part of the process Mark recognized. She finished by brushing makeup on his lips that were stretched around the black ball in his mouth. "There we go, all done. Do you want to see?"

Mark paused for a second and then nodded his head. Teresa held up a mirror. He saw a girl's face. Layers of dark color around his eyes gave them a very feminine look. The tight open-open faced hood hid all traces of his hair and ears, the makeup hid the rest of his identity as a male. Mark strained at the ropes but nothing happened. He growled through the gag but Teresa smiled and just petted his head. "There, there kitty, it will be ok."

Mark watched her turn again to the box with an increasing sense of dread. "What more could there be?" He thought. "It can't get worse."

"Now for your feet." Teresa held two socks that were again padded to look like paws. She slipped them onto his feet pulling the tight catsuit over the top to conceal the seam.

Teresa reached back into the box. "And here is your collar, every pet in this city should have a proper licence." The collar was thin leather in a bright pink color dotted with rhinestones. Dangling off the front of the collar was a little plaque with the word 'Kitty' written on it. "I thought about naming you 'Pussy', but decided it was too vulgar."

"Alright, the fun part is over." Teresa picked up a length of rope and quickly tied Mark's ankles together. She then pushed on his shoulders bending him at the waist until his new bosom was pressing into his thighs. She wrapped rope overs his back and beneath his legs to keep him in the bent position. Another rope attached to the front of his collar pulled his head down so his chin was inches from his knees. "Ok I better go get your cat carrier now."

Mark had no idea what she meant by 'cat carrier' but it sounded like a cage. He struggled but could not move an inch. Even standing up proved difficult with his head pulled down so far. Teresa returned with an antique looking metal bound chest on a dolly. Mark shook his head and moaned through the gag but Teresa ignored his feeble protests and easily lifted his legs into the chest which had a few inches of foam placed on the bottom. Next Teresa shoved him gently on the back causing him to fall forward out of the chair, in order to keep from hitting the opposite side of the chest Mark bent his knees which put his whole body into the chest, his pointed cat ears just touching the opposite wall. Teresa quickly tied a rope from his ankles to his hands keeping him in a compact ball. Mark's back was too high for the lid to close so Teresa pushed him onto his side and placed a several pads of foam around him. "Now don't worry, the boards of this chest have gaps in them, you will probably even see light." She then shut the lid.

Mark could hear her somewhat muffled voice quite clearly and there were slivers of light entering the chest from the lid. "Do you remember your combination?" There were several clicks. "Oops, I forgot to take your gag off. How will you tell me the combination to the lock that is now keeping you in this chest?"

As useless as it was, Mark yelled through the gag, in a fit of panic.

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new part 5-13-2010)

Postby Tied beauty » Mon May 17, 2010 12:24 pm

very good

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new part 5-13-2010)

Postby ilikebeingtiedup » Sun May 23, 2010 10:00 pm

o my gosh i am so excited that you're continuing this series.

Mark and Nancy: Out of the Box

Postby volatiledesire » Tue May 25, 2010 1:45 pm

(minor edits for grammar 5-26-2010)

Out of the Box

Struggling inside the chest was a bad idea. It only got hotter the more Mark struggled and with his hands trapped and ropes holding him still it made little difference anyway. Trying to yell through the gag was equally fruitless since Teresa was not going to let him out until she was good and ready. The one thing Mark had trouble understanding was why she went to all the trouble of dressing him in the girl cat costume if she was simply going to hide him in a chest.

Teresa eventually returned and the box tilted sideways as she rolled the dolly backwards. The wheels squeaked as they turned and when Teresa hauled it up the stairs it bounced against the back of each step. "There we go, we're at the top." Teresa sounded out of breath. "Not too jostled in there I hope."

After a brief stop, the box started moving again. The sound entering the box changed enough it was obvious they were outside the house. There were a couple of turns and a second short flight of stairs. The chest jostled enough that Mark hoped Teresa was finally freeing him from the tight confines, but instead she removed the dolly.

Mark then heard a doorbell. A door opened. "What is this?" Michelle said.

Mark groaned and fought back the desire to scream at Teresa for what she was doing.

"Look there is a note here." Tamara said just inches from Mark's head.

A brief silence was followed by bouts of giggling. "Hey Mark, how you doing inside there?"

Obviously the note revealed that he was inside the box. Mark grunted in response.

"What's the matter, don't want to talk?" Tamara laughed. "Hey Michelle let's take him inside."

Mark felt the box moving as he was awkwardly hauled inside the house. Mark could make out some words exchanged between his cousins and his Mom but could not hear well enough through the hood covering his ears and the padded box to understand what was being said.

There was a knock on the box. "Mark, this is Mom, are you ok?"

Mark grunted in a way that he hoped to indicate he was hot and cramped.

"Can you talk? Did she gag you?"

Mark grunted again.

"Ok, grunt once for yes and twice for no. Are you gagged?"

Mark grunted once.

"There is a combination lock on the chest. Do you know the combination?" Mom asked.

One grunt.

"Oh dear," Mom said. "Does anyone else know the combination."

Two grunts.

"This is going to take a while."

Michelle's said. "Mark grunt the number for the first number in the combination. We'll count them."

Tamara laughed. "You ninny there is an easier way." Teresa shook the lock. "Let's see, there are forty total numbers. Mark is the first number greater than 20?"

One grunt.

"Is it greater than 30?" Tamara asked.

Two grunts.

"Is it greater than 25?"

Two grunts.

"Is it greater than 23?"

One grunt.

"Is the first number in the combination 24?"

Two grunts.

"Is it 25."

One grunt.

"Wow, Tamara, that was very smart of you." Mark's Mom said. "Get the other two numbers."

The process was repeated two more times and then the lock was opened. Mark of course was not exactly relieved to be free of the box considering what he was wearing.

When light entered Mark saw Tamara's shocked face as she was rocked back on her heels. "Oh my goodness."

Michelle laughed covering her face with her hands.

"Oh my, she did a good job." His Mom said.

Mark tried to wiggle but he could only shake his hands a little and roll his eyes around at the shocked and surprised faces of the three ladies who were slowly walking around him.

"Let's get him out of there." Three sets of hands set to work on the knots.

When Michelle and Tamara finally pulled him from the box Mark looked up just in time to see his Mom snapping several photos. Mark yelled through the gag and tried to hide behind the box.

Tamara fell backwards on her bottom and Michelle fell sideways as he pushed them away so he could hide. "Ouch!"

"Oh come on Mark, you are totally unrecognizable, let me take a few pictures." his Mom said.

"Yeah, we want something to remember all the fun we had here." Michelle said standing up to feel the material of the costume.

Tamara grabbed his tail and looked closely at his face. She felt the soft white velvet that covered his chest and visually narrowed his waists. She squeezed the padded paws. "You really do look incredible. No one would guess there is a teenage boy inside there. Why did Teresa do this to you anyway?"

Mark looked at his Mom and pointed to his mouth.

"Alright let me help you with that gag." His Mom opened the zipper in the back and unbuckled the gag and then quickly closed zipper. She then pulled the gag from his mouth and tossed it into the chest.

Mark worked his jaw for a few seconds.

"So why did Teresa do this?" Tamara asked again.

"I tied her up last Saturday when I went over to help her move stuff into the attic."

Michelle and Tamara gasped and his Mom just nodded. "Thank you for being honest."

"When did she tell you?" Mark asked.

"Just after you left that day."

Mark nodded, not really surprised that Teresa and his Mom were somewhat involved in the whole scheme. "Don't you think this is a little overkill." Mark said pointing to his body.

"I don't know, you look kind of cute." His Mom laughed. "Besides, she didn't tell me what she was going to do."

"You trusted her? I mean, this is beyond embarrassing." Mark whined. "I did nothing to embarrass her."

Michelle ran back into the room holding her camera bag. "Oh please let us take some pictures." Michelle begged.

"Yes, please." Tamara echoed.

"No way, not on your life, besides you already took some when I was all tied up."

"That was with you gagged. We want some more posed shots." Sharon looked her son over once again feeling the paws and looking at the hood. "Mark, son, you don't really have a choice? I doubt you can get out of that costume by yourself?"

"Perhaps, but I won't make it easy."

Sharon sighed and looked at Tamara and Michelle. "Any ideas?"

"We could probably take him, it's not like he'll run outside."

"No way, might ruin his outfit." Tamara reasoned. "That would ruin the pictures."

"Alright then," Sharon addressed her son. "How about we make a deal."

Mark cocked his head to one side and furrowed his brow.

"Don't be so suspicious. I propose that you let us take as many pictures of you right now as we want, and you can tie all three of us up tomorrow in any room of the house."

Michelle and Tamara gaped at their aunt. "What!"

Sharon looked at the girls. "Do you want the pictures or not? This is the only idea he is likely to go for."

Mark hesitated despite his Mom's confidence that he would accept the deal. "No blackmail. And what assurance can you give me that no one will know it's me."

Sharon laughed. "Go look in the mirror, no one is going to know."

"And I can tie you up any where and any way I want?"

"Has to be inside this house, and nothing painful."

Mark waved his paw at his Mom. "Of course, but no other limitations. Laundry room, my bedroom, living room, basement, anywhere?"

Mark's Mom nodded and his cousins finally did as well after a brief hesitation. "Fine then, let's get this over with."

The first few minutes were just basic portraits with a few close ups. Then Michelle and Tamara got into the photos as well, each doing various poses with the feminine kitty. Mark's Mom also had several pictures with her son. Tamara darted away and returned holding some pieces of pink material. "Here put his on." She held up a two piece swimsuit.

"No way. You said pictures, not clothes."

"I think it is within the bounds of our agreement. Photos often include different outfits." Sharon explained.

"Ok, but you have to help me out of this costume, and do whatever it takes to make me look normal again once this is over."

Sharon nodded.

Mark raised his paw and Michelle stretched the garment over his feet and legs. Soon he was posing for pictures in a hot pink two piece swimsuit. He was at least thankful that no one would ever be able to recognize him.

Tamara left again and returned with a white mini dress. "Ok, this is next."

"How many of these are we going to do?"

Michelle smiled and snapped a picture while Mark was pulling the dress up his legs. "Don't worry just a few more."

A few more turned into five more outfits: A yellow satin dress, a wrap around skirt and crop top, a one piece swimsuit, and finally a blue, knee-length tube dress. "Ok, one last outfit and we're done." Mark's Mom announced.

"Ah no, there are a few more I want him to try on, we didn't do any sleep wear." Michelle whined.

"Sorry, I have the last one right upstairs, just a second."

Mark's Mom returned moments later with a large box from which she removed a short white petticoat and a black satin dress. "I thought a costume in a costume would look good."

The girls jumped up and down giggling. "Oh this is cool, a French Maid's uniform."

"Awesome! Though too bad he can't wear the heels." Tamara dangled the five inch black patent pumps from her fingers.

It took forever to get him dressed in the costume which came complete with a corset. Once dressed hundreds of pictures were taken, or at least it seemed like it was hundreds. All the girls took pictures with him and he was photographed while washing the dishes and vacuuming.

"Whew, that was fun. You girls clean up and I'll take our kitty here and change her back into a teenager."

The two girls laughed. "Sure thing, bye bye kitty."

"You won't be laughing tomorrow ladies." Mark said and followed his Mom up stairs to her room.

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new 5-25-2010)

Postby CosplayGirl » Wed May 26, 2010 8:46 am

Hey,wow what a tastic story.

It seems quite a popular thing,guys getting dressed up and tied.

Let us all know how many guys like it that way,i think its fun.

Luv Melissa

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new 5-25-2010)

Postby Nuclearo » Fri May 28, 2010 11:22 am

Still a great story after so many parts and chapters! It's really fantastic how it still keeps fresh with new ideas.

And Melissa, add me to the list of "guys who like it that way" ^_^
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Mark and Nancy: Mark's Turn

Postby volatiledesire » Tue Jun 01, 2010 6:46 am

(edited 6-02-2010 for grammar and phrasing)

Mark's Turn

Mark placed another 24 inch silk square on the pile of scarves. "Ok, that's 16, should be enough." Neatly organized on his bed were coiled bundles of cotton rope and three piles of silk scarves each of different sizes. There was also a closed box sealed with packing tape. "There is no way they will ..."

"What ya' doin'?" Nancy's voice interrupted from the threshold of his bedroom.

"Sheesh, do you knock?" Mark said looking over his shoulder.

Nancy stepped into the room, she wore a loose pink sweater that hung low on her shoulders. The sweater covered a leotard and tights which caught the dim light in the room. "Getting ready to tie up another innocent girl?" Nancy smirked.

"Not innocent this time." Mark replied. "They deserve everything I can give and more."

"Ah yes, I'm so disappointed I didn't get to see you in your costume. Your Mom saved me a picture though."

Mark shook his head and turned to look at this girl he had become so infatuated with. "Nancy, why me?"

"You mean why did my Mom do that to you?" Nancy said.

"Yes, I understand getting tied up. But why the costumes and why are they always girly?"

"Two reasons I think. The most obvious being that we don't have a lot of guy's costumes lying around. So if she want to have a little revenge your more likely to end up as a Playboy bunny then Hugh Hefner."

Mark thought for a second. "Perhaps."

"The other reason probably is that you hate it so much and look so cute."

Mark blushed. "So I get dressed up because you and your Mom think I'm cute in costumes."

"Your Mom too." Nancy added. "And besides, you asked for it this time. What possessed you to tie Mom up while she was sleeping."

Mark shrugged. "I'm not sure. I still don't know how I ever had the nerve. So are you going to watch or what?"

"Watch what?" Nancy said looking genuinely uninformed.

"Mom said that if I let them take photos yesterday I could tie up all three of them today."

"Wish I could, but I have a gymnastics thing today." Nancy said picking at her clothes.

"And I thought you were wearing that for me."

It was Nancy's turn to blush. "Yeah, well perhaps another time." Nancy turned to leave the room.

Mark took two wide steps to the door and laid his hands on her shoulder. "You do look amazing. Good luck today."

Nancy wrapped her arms around Mark's neck and they hugged for a full minute. "Be nice to them, and maybe you'll avoid their revenge."

"No worries, my cousins are leaving in a couple days so I'm probably out of the woods."

"Just don't get too distracted by your victims."

"Nancy, they're family. How could I possibly be distracted by them?"

Nancy gave him a wink over her shoulder as she left the room. Mark shook his head and returned to his plans. Twenty minutes later, armed with two grocery bags he walked downstairs and into the kitchen. His Mom and two cousins were huddled around the counter quietly discussing something. Mark however was not the least bit interested in what they were saying. Instead he was staring at their clothes which consisted of nothing more than a single full length black unitard. All three of them wore the exact same thing. "Uh..." Mark said.

Mark's Mom whirled around and smiled. "We are all ready. We thought our skin might need some protection from whatever your devious little mind is cooking up." She lit her hands slide over the slippery fabric tightly hugging her hips.

"Um...yeah. Good idea." Mark muttered while watching the three women step closer to him.

"So how do you want us?" Tamara asked smiling.

This was not exactly the reception he was hoping for. His imagination had conjured up three ladies with expressions on their faces more resembling a trip to the gallows than a trip to a dance studio. The smiles they flashed him were a little unnerving. They seemed to be flirting with him, which was especially odd coming from his Mom. Mark shook away the shock and got to business. "Ok, Tamara and Michelle, you two go to your room, I'll come get you when I'm done with Mom."

"Hold on their Tex." Mom said in a fake western accent. "We need some rules first."

"I already know the rules."

"We'll I'm going to clarify them. You get an hour a piece to tie each of us up and once your are done we get an hour to escape. Then you have to release us."

Mark snorted. "Sure, no problem."

"What? Why are you laughing?" Michelle demanded.

"The escape part that's all."

"We shall see." Mark's Mom entered the living room and his cousins ran upstairs.

"Where do you want me?"

Mark moved the coffee table out of the way and pulled the couch back a few feet. "Lay down right there in front of the television on your stomach."

Mark worked as methodically as he could, the black shiny unitards covered more than the swimsuit his Mom usually wore, at least that was what Mark kept telling himself. Even though he knew there real purpose had less to do with protecting their skin than distracting him from his purpose. "All right Mark, keep it simple." He whispered to himself.

Starting with her wrists, he cinched them tightly behind her back and repeated it with her ankles, using the loose ends of the rope to pull her ankles toward her hands in a hog tie. Two more lengths were used at her elbows and knees to complete the tie. "Ok, since I can't have you chatting it up with the other two..." Mark held a silk scarf knotted several times in the middle to create a large ball of material. His mom accepted the gag stoically even when Mark pushed her head forward before securing the knot behind her head to guarantee she could not push it free. "There nice and simple."

Mark ran upstairs. "Ok Michelle, your next. Put this on." Mark handed her a blindfold. "I don't want you to see what is in store for you."

Michelle smiled and winked at Mark and then donned the sleep mask. Mark shook his head and led her carefully down the stairs. He had her lie on her stomach with her head an inch or two away from his Mom's and then repeated the exact same hog tie. Once the knotted scarf was securely inside Michelle's mouth Mark removed the blindfold. "Now don't move you two, I still have a few more things to add but I need the final member of our party so sit tight."

Moments later Mark was leading Tamara down the stairs and positioned her so she was the final point of a three pointed star. Each girl was facing the other two. Mark quickly bound her in the exact same fashion before gagging her and removing the blindfold. "Ok now for fun part." Starting with his Mom, Mark used some nylon string and wrapped it several times around her big toes, cinching them together. She struggled a bit and made several annoyed sounds through her gag. Mark threaded the string from her toes through her bound elbows and then over to Michelle's elbows and up to her toes where he duplicated the toe tie. He continued from there down through her elbows and across to Tamara. Once finished with her toe tie he finished by tying off the string where he started at his Mom's toes. Now any lateral movement pulled on the nylon string and then yanked on their toes. "Ok, ladies, your hour starts now."

Mark watched them for a while but after twenty minutes or so got bored and went into the kitchen to grab some food. After forty minutes it appeared they had given up since they were resting their heads on the floor. "Twenty more minutes, don't give up yet." Mark taunted.

During the last ten minutes Mark could not resist their exposed bare feet and gave each of them a good tickling. He knew his Mom hated it and her wild movements pulled harshly on the string connecting each of their toes, much to his cousins' displeasure.

Mark released them exactly at the hour mark using a knife to cut the strings from their toes and releasing their arms, leaving the rest of the ropes for them to remove themselves.

"There now Mark, we're square right." His Mom said.

Mark nodded.

Michelle and Tamara walked towards the stairs. "We could have escaped." They said to each other in a clearly audible whisper.

"Yeah right," Mark answered. "Why didn't you then?"

Tamara and Michelle covered their mouths and looked at Sharon who was glaring at them.

"What's going on?" Mark said.

"Nothing, you did well, it is unlikely we could have gotten free."

"You mean you did not even try?"

With a sigh, Mark's Mom sat down and crossed her arms still glaring at the two young ladies. "Look, we are trying to end this back and forth thing."

Michelle and Tamara had come back from the stairs and stood behind his Mom. The shiny black clothes were still a major distraction. "So you did not try to escape?"

The two girls shook their heads.

"None of you tried."

His Mom shook her head as well.

Mark shrugged. "Doesn't matter, you could not have gotten out."

Tamara and Michelle started to protest but Sharon held up her hand. "Are you so sure? My wrists felt pretty loose, I'm sure I could have slipped a coil or two."

"No way. I checked that."

Tamara could keep quiet no longer. "You want to bet?"

"What are you talking about. Bet what? That you can't escape."

"Oh for goodness sake." Mom shook her head. "Are you sure you want to get tied up again just to prove a point." She was looking a Tamara.

"Yeah sure, but let's put something on the line." Michelle answered. "Make it interesting."

"Alright you girls, since you have such big mouths, how about this? I was planning on taking you and Nancy out for one last girl's day at the spa before you had to go back home. Well, if we can't escape than instead of that you have to stay here and do whatever my son wants you to do. You'll be his personal assistants or whatever."

Michelle and Tamara looked at each other for a second. "Well what happens if we do escape?"

Mom looked at her son and placed a finger against he lips. "Well I know Teresa can't go with us since she is on call for work, so I suggest that Mark go over to her house for the day and be her personal assistant."

"More likely her maid," Michelle giggled. "I'm good with that."

Tamara nodded.

"What about you Mom?" Mark asked.

"I'm your mother, so I won't be working for you. But you can still tie me up, we'll just call it a freebie."

Mark nodded. "I'm cool with that, but I am not going to tie you up the same way as last time."

Tamara and Michelle shrugged. "Fine with us."

"Ok then, same drill as before, you two up the stairs and I'll start with Mom."

Mark ran upstairs to his bedroom and grabbed the box that was still on his bed and came back downstairs.

"Same place as before?" His Mom asked.

"Works for me." Mark said setting the box on the floor.

"What's in the box?"

Mark opened the lid and pulled out a twelve inch wide roll of plastic wrap. "This." Mark tried his best impression of an evil grin. "Hands to your sides please."

"This should be interesting."

Starting at her waist Mark wrapped her upper body in layer after layer of plastic wrap. He crisscrossed it over her shoulders and continued down her body to her ankles. Only when the entire roll was used up did he stop. And even then he used a few lengths of tape to reinforce her ankles, knees, and waist. He then helped her to lie down on the carpet. "I don't think it's necessary to gag you this time."

Mark ran upstairs. "Ok Michelle put on the blindfold."

"It's Tamara's turn to go first."

"Whatever." Mark handed the blindfold to Tamara and escorted her downstairs.

"Alright stand still, Tamara, and put your hands at your sides." Mark started wrapping another roll around and around.

"What is this stuff?"

"Saran wrap, now shush."

Tamara opened her mouth to retort but stopped herself. Mark continued wrapping until the black unitard was only a smoky grey shadow beneath the layers of wrap. Once the roll was empty he reinforced the wrap with tape and then helped her lay on the floor next to his Mom before removing the blindfold.

Tamara looked over at Sharon. "Hi, fancy meeting you here."

Sharon laughed. "Yeah, my name's Sweaty, what's yours."

"Soon-to-be-sweaty." Tamara laughed.

"You can gab all you want when I've finished." Mark said. "I do have tape here."

They giggled once more and fell silent.

Mark ran upstairs to get Michelle. "What's that smell?" She asked when she reached the living room.

"You'll see. Arms to your sides please." Mark started wrapping her hands in place.

"Oh no, not this again." Michelle said.

"You've done this before?"

Tamara laughed. "The girls on our street wrapped her to a tree once with saranwrap."

"Did you escape?" Mark asked.

"No, not until it started to rain and Tamara took pity on me."

"Well no rain here I can guarantee that."

Mark continued with the wrap until, like the other two, the roll was used up. More tape finished the job and then he laid her down next to his Mom. "Ok, I'm going to run upstairs and compile your list of chores you'll be doing tomorrow. I hope you can run a lawnmower."

Mark did not really do anything other than spend the next half hour playing a video game. After about 45 minutes he heard his Mom's voice on the phone, and she was walking upstairs. She entered his room completely free from the plastic.

Mark was stunned and his mouth fell open.

"That's right Teresa, whatever you need him to do. He'll be over tomorrow morning at nine o'clock."

Mark's Mom hung up the phone. "Ta da," she said holding out her arms.

"How did you..." Mark stuttered.

Mom held out her fingers, indicating the half inch of length of nail beyond the tips. "Once my hands were sweaty enough i got a little movement and these babies sliced right through the plastic. Once I had a finger or two free I was able to poke holes near Tamara's hand, once she had her whole hand free it was just a matter of time."

Mark shook his head.

"Don't worry, I've instructed your cousins not to tease you."

Mark laid his forehead on his desk. "This sucks."
Last edited by volatiledesire on Wed Jun 02, 2010 4:57 am, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new 6-01-2010)

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:17 am

The story continues very good. Thanks! :tickle: :tickle: :tickle: :tickle: :tickle: :big: :big: :big: :big: :big: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :bondage1: :bondage1: :bondage1: :bondage1: :bondage1: :bound: :bound: :bound: :bound: :bound:
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new 6-01-2010)

Postby CosplayGirl » Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:50 am

Something makes me think Nuclero will like the next part,i cant wait to read it too.

luv Melissa :bound:

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new 6-01-2010)

Postby barefootboy » Tue Jun 01, 2010 12:16 pm

I'm just dreaming of his mum and 2 cousins all hogtied and gagged in black unitards. So many barefeet to tickle.
Tied :tied: gagged :gag: and tickled :tickle:

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new 6-01-2010)

Postby Qarl » Tue Jun 01, 2010 11:55 pm

I've just found this series for the first time and read the whole thing. It's great! I love the loyalty and affection and twists and turns. And I love that the moms are into it, but they're safe and reasonable and responsible. (most of the time ;-)

Thanks! And I look forward to more if you write about Mark's day at Teresa's. :tied: :tickle:

Mark and Nancy: Skin Conditioner

Postby volatiledesire » Wed Jun 02, 2010 11:00 am

Note from the author: There seems to be some interest so I'll drop a another chunk of the story. As any author, I am compelled to write more when I hear people are enjoying it. Thank you for all the comments.

Skin Conditioner

"I'm not going." The clock read 8 o'clock and Mark pulled the covers tightly over his head.

His Mom stepped into the room decked out in a sundress and heels the smell of her perfume filled the room is seconds. "Come on sleepy head, you have a date with Teresa."

He repeated the mantra going through his brain since he woke up at seven. "I'm not going."

The sound of retreating heels greeted his ears through the covers. However they were soon replaced by a second pair of quieter shoes entering and sitting on the bed. This perfume did not belong to his mother, Nancy peeled back the sheets until their eyes met. Mark sighed knowing he had little chance of resisting her. "Mom said she would go easy on you. Nothing major just a few chores."

"Yeah right, and she has never lied to you?"

"She promised, and she usually keeps those, besides you did lose the bet."

"I always lose the bets, I'm not making bets anymore." Mark dropped the sheet lower for the sole purpose of getting a better look at what Nancy was wearing. Her bare thighs were covered by a short, spaghetti strap dress which hugged her stomach closely. It was white with green flowers which set off her green eyes.

"If you swear off bets how am I going to get you all tied up so I can play with you?"

Mark blushed at the thought. "Perhaps you might try asking me?"

"Hmm..." Nancy laughed. "Do you think that would work?"

"Depends on what you are wearing." Mark laughed.

"Or maybe that depends on what you'll be wearing."

Mark threw the blankets back and playfully punched Nancy in the arm. "Hey, don't go blabbing that around school now."

"Don't worry. So you'll go over to Mom's then?" Nancy stood and straightened her dress which flared from her waist and stopped just above her knee.

"Yes, I'll go."

Nancy leaned over and gave Mark a kiss on the cheek. "Try to have fun."

Mark looked askance at Nancy. "How exactly am I to do that?"

"You'll think of something." Nancy swirled out of the room leaving Mark only with the heat of her kiss and the smell of her perfume.

* * *

An hour later as the four ladies pulled out of the driveway Mark waved from the sidewalk as he walked the short distance to Teresa's front door. He looked around at the landscaping and the well manicured front lawn as if noticing it for the first time, delaying the inevitable ringing of the doorbell. Finally with a great sigh, he pushed the button. Several moments later Teresa answered the door. She was the same height as he unless she wore heels and today she was barefoot with a swimsuit coverup wrapped around her waist and a bright blue bikini top.

"You're a minute late, that will cost you."

Mark took an involuntary step back.

Teresa laughed, "Just kidding, I promised Nancy I would take it easy on you this time. I'm getting ready to do a little sun bathing, why don't you clean the pool."

Mark was not exactly sure how to clean a pool but Teresa walked him around the outside and pointed out the various tools of the trade and what to do with them.

Mark grabbed a broom on a long pole and Teresa laid down on a mat laid out on the decking which surrounded the pool. "So how are things with my daughter?"

Mark looked over at Teresa who was rubbing oil over her skin. The directness of the question startled him. "Fine I hope. I think." Mark hesitated. "I like her a lot."

"Like?"

"Mom says I'm too young to know what love is all about."

"Really, it seems to me like you love her, remember when you nearly killed yourself trying to help her?"

"Yes, and I also remember it was you who caused that mess." Mark answered.

"You should thank me, Nancy fell hard for you after that little incident."

Mark leaned on the pole and cast his mind back. "I suppose so." Mark looked again at Teresa who was now lying on her stomach, with her cover up hanging over the railing the blue thong of her swimsuit outlining the tight curve of her buttocks. "Thank you then."

"Your welcome, and save those looks for my daughter. I'm twice your age."

"No offense, but I know where Nancy gets it."

"Flattery will get you everything with me." Teresa laughed.

They bantered back and forth for a few more minutes. Mark decided that he would also ask her a tough question, since she had been so direct with him. "Did you like it when I tied you up?"

Teresa lifted her head and slid her sunglasses down her nose while pushing stray strands of red hair away from her face. "Honestly, I was scared at first. I know how hormonal teenage boys can be, I wasn't sure you would stop at my feet, if you get my meaning."

"Heavens! If I knew that was going through your mind I would never have done it. Sheesh, I'm sorry."

"It's ok, I did enjoy it after I knew you weren't going to try anything."

Mark continued to work on the pool while Teresa sunned herself. He silently thought things through trying to gin up the courage to ask his next question. Nancy had told him to try and enjoy himself so he took a chance. "So would you like me to tie you up again?" Mark said if from the other side of the pool putting as much distance between her and himself in case she got angry.

"You are something." Teresa responded. "But you know what, just to show you that there are no hard feelings. Sure you can tie me up while I tan my front side."

The pole Mark held slipped from his fingers. It banged against the side of the pool and ricocheted into his chins which caused him to yelp in pain. He hopped around the pool holding his leg.

Teresa clutched her side in laughter. "Surprised you there did I?"

Mark nodded and then sprinted home to get his stash of stuff not wanting to trouble Teresa in case she changed her mind in the process of searching for something he could use. When he returned Teresa was still applying oil to her legs and stomach while sitting on the mat. The deck area around the pool was made of stained wood that was gapped to allow water to fall onto the ground beneath. The pool was a couple feet off the surface of the ground and the deck surrounded it to the same level. Short stairs on each of three sides led from the grass to the deck. Benches formed a barrier between the stairs and also provided the perfect place to sit or to tie a rope to. "Are you ready?"

Teresa smiled. "As ready as I'll ever be. Just remember, you must release me the moment I ask you to, especially if this phone rings." She touched the cell phone next to her hip.

Mark nodded. "Sure."

"Ok then, how do you want me? Try and keep my front in the sun."

"Alright then, put your arms above your head."

Teresa laid down on her back and raised her arms above her head. Mark quickly wrapped several loops of rope around her wrists cinching between them. The trailing ends were connected to the leg of a bench a couple feet above and beyond the reach of her fingers. He repeated this at her ankles again tying the loose ends to the leg of a bench a good distance from her toes stretching her out in the sun. "There, I'd say you are stuck."

Teresa tugged at the ropes. "Looks that way."

"I'll finish the pool, then get us some drinks." Mark picked up the pool cleaning tool he had dropped.

Teresa though was not going to just let him be. "Hey pool boy, would you scratch my nose?" She began.

Mark shook his head.

"Hey pool boy, could you push my sun glasses up." "Hey pool boy, why don't you take off your shirt like a proper pool boy." And on and on.

Mark finally had enough and grabbed a scarf from his stash and pulled a knot of silk between her lips after tickling her arm pits to force her jaws open. "There now, I can finish in peace."

Mark finished the pool quickly while keeping an eye on Teresa. It was hard to keep his eyes off her in fact. Her blue bikini reflected the light which constantly caught his eye. Her every move displayed her well oiled skin. He managed to finish and as promised went inside to grab a cold drink for each of them.

As he perused the pantry looking for some tea or powdered drink mix a overly large bottle caught his eye. It was a gallon size container of honey. "What in the world do you need a gallon of honey for?" A quick read of the label provided the answer, "Honey: Nature's perfect skin conditioner." The label went on to tout the antimicrobial and health affirming aspects of honey when used on the skin and hair. This of course gave Mark a devious idea.

After pouring a goodly amount of the honey into a plastic bowl, Mark strolled out onto the pool deck. "You'll never guess what I found in the pantry?"

Teresa of course could not respond in any intelligible fashion, but she looked curiously at the bowl he sat down beside her.

"You've been so kind to me today that I thought I would give you a lovely skin treatment."

Teresa gave him a confused look.

"Honey: Nature's perfect skin conditioner" Mark recited.

"Teresa shook her head angrily growling through the gag. It sounded mostly like, "You wouldn't dare." or "No you better not."

Mark of course, faked any ability to understand her and stood up above Teresa's prone body. The first tendrils of sticky, amber fluid left the lip of the bowl and made a line across her stomach. Teresa thrashed in her bonds and screamed through the gag. Mark however was carefully laying down stripe after stripe of honey across her abdomen working lower over her bikini bottoms towards her thighs. After he had coated her from hips to toes he moved slowly up her body making a crisscross pattern across her body. By this time Teresa had stopped thrashing and instead was trying to talk to him. If he tried he could probably decipher her words but chose to ignore them instead.

When he reached her stomach once again the honey had overflown her navel and was sliding between her legs working its way beneath the tight blue swimsuit. Without pause Mark continued up her body spending more time on her breasts than any other part of her body with the excess flowing towards her neck and along her shoulders. He paused briefly when he reached her face.

"Should I?" Mark smiled.

Teresa shook her head violently.

"Yeah I should." Mark continued letting tendrils of honey cover her gag, cheeks and sunglasses.

"The bottle says its good for hair too." Mark said as thick blobs oozed across her scalp. When he reached her fingers Mark dumped what was left on her hands. "There now, that should make you really healthy."

Teresa was snorting to keep the honey out of her nose and shaking her head to keep her eyes clear. Mark helped a bit pulling the honey away from her face. "I'm going to go clean up, I'm all sticky. I wonder what's on the television."

Teresa's gagged threats chased him into the house.

Mark smiled as he reached for the television remote. If he listened carefully he could still hear the muffled sounds of Teresa out by the pool. As the television flickered to life those noises vanished. A show about animals caught his eye. Mark set his feet on the table and settled back into the couch.

His previous night's sleep was insufficient due to his fear of coming over Teresa's house. The drone of the television and the comfort of the couch worked their magic on him and he was soon sleeping peacefully on the couch.

* * *

The sound of a passing car with a thumping stereo roused Mark from his slumber. The fog of sleep was slow in retreating until he realized where he was. Memory flooded into him like an avalanche and he leapt from the couch taking a glance at the clock. "Oh no, oh god no." It had been two hours since he had doused Teresa with honey.

Mark ran as fast as he could toward the back yard. Teresa was flailing about wildly with her hair matted to the side of her face and shoulders. As Mark drew nearer he saw the source of the distress. Trapped in the crystallizing beads of honey were various insects. Several hundred ants had perished all over her body. A few beetles were wriggling in the honey near her chest and neck. There was not a single square inch of space on her body that did not contain an insect. Mark quickly undid the ropes. Teresa stood as quickly as her wooden legs allowed and took an undignified leap into the pool. Mark watched in growing terror as she rubbed her body and in the process removed her swimsuit. It was a full minute before her head crested the surface.

With the gag resting around her neck and a blazing fire in her green eyes Teresa looked up at Mark. The growing lump in his stomach sank straight to his heels. "Get me a towel, Mark." Teresa said calmly with enough ice in her voice to stop his tongue.

As he fled inside to get a towel Mark tried his best to apologize. "I'm so sorry, I fell asleep on the couch I didn't mean to leave you out here."

Mark returned with a towel and Teresa slowly exited the pool her body still sticky. "I'm going to take a shower and then a bath."

Mark could only nod silently.

"I have not decided what to do about this. We will discuss it when I am clean." Mark had never heard Teresa talk so calmly when angry. She was always a fiery red head, prone to wild outbursts. This calm tone and icy demeanor scared Mark to his core. When Teresa entered the house, Mark cleaned up the area where Teresa was tied down with the hose and then fled the house as fast as his legs could carry him.

* * *

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new 6-02-2010)

Postby ilikebeingtiedup » Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:03 pm

you know you think after awhile mark would actually learn. *sigh* he's screwed :bondage:

Mark and Nancy: Chapter 5 Conclusion

Postby volatiledesire » Thu Jun 03, 2010 5:28 am

The Conclusion of Chapter 5


Michelle sighed contentedly at the wonderful feelings the masseuse created as he worked his way across her lower back. "I'm going to marry a massage artist."

The young man chuckled and continued his work.

A cell phone buzzed nearby and Sharon used her free hand to snag it from her purse. The other hand was being carefully painted a pale shade of pink by a skilled manicurist. "Hello."

"Oh hello Teresa. How are things going?"

Michelle turned her head in curiosity towards her Aunt.

"Uh huh." There was another long silence while she listened. "Oh dear, I'm not sure you should have let him do that."

This statement made Tamara look over while a young girl worked on her feet.

"Oh my. Really, he did that." Sharon's mouth fell open, then her face contorted in an attempt to stifle her laughter. "Oh my goodness. What did he say?"

Another brief silence while Sharon listened.

"Well he was so worried about what you would do today that he did not sleep well last night, so that is probably true. Where is he now?"

Sharon held the phone away from her ear and squinted as yelling sounds came from the phone. "Ok, calm down Teresa, he had no way of knowing you were scared of bugs."

Sharon held the phone away again. "Yes, but he is my son, I'm supposed to defend him. Where is he?"

After a brief pause Sharon nodded. "Not surprised, he's probably deciding if he should skip town and become a hobo."

Sharon hung up the phone and Nancy entered the room. "I love the sauna." She looked around at her companions who were totally focused on Sharon's worried face. "What? What happened?"

Sharon shook her head. "Good thing we are almost finished here, there has been an incident at home."

Nancy's eyes fell. "Oh no, what did Mom do?"

"Come on, gather your things, I'll tell you in the car."

* * *

Mark stormed around his house in a blind panic. He stuffed a few shirts and pants into a backpack and grabbed some lunch meat and bread from the fridge. He then ran out the back door to the woods not knowing exactly where he would go. He quickly dismissed any notion of hiding in his fort and instead made for the drainage tunnels that emptied into the canal. He looked back over his shoulder expecting to see her right behind him.

* * *

Four ladies were sitting on the couch in Teresa's home. Three of them were trying hard to keep a straight face.

"This is not funny!" Teresa yelled. "It was like torture." Teresa had changed into a pair of cotton pants and loose white shirt. She hugged herself at the memory of her experience and involuntarily scratched at her scalp.

Sharon hugged her friend. "We know it must have been horrible, but from our perspective it is a little comical especially since you are not hurt."

Teresa opened her mouth to deliver a poignant retort but released it in a long sigh. "Perhaps."

"Do you have any bug bites?" Tamara dared to ask.

"I don't think so, they were more interested in the honey than me."

"So can we discuss what we can do about Mark?" Sharon asked.

"I can think of a few things." Teresa said.

"I mean about how we can find him."

Nancy stood up and slipped on a pair of old shoes lying next to the door. "I'll find him."

Teresa looked at her daughter. "You have no idea where to even start looking."

"Trust me, the bigger question is how am I going to get him to come back. He'll trust me enough to talk but I doubt that will be enough to get him to come back." Nancy looked hard at her mother.

Teresa stood up and threw her hands in the air. "What do you want? Complete forgiveness, after what he did?"

Sharon shrugged.

Tamara and Michelle sank further into the couch hoping to avoid notice.

"What are you going to do, Mom?" Nancy asked. "If I tell him what to expect as punishment he will at least be able to decide with out using the worst his imagination can conjure."

Teresa looked at her daughter a small smile forming on her lips. "When did you get so bright?"

Nancy crossed her arms. "I'm waiting."

"Ok, here's what I was thinking..."

* * *

Mark traveled farther up the tunnel than he usually did. His flashlight would last for several hours but he turned it off every chance he could to conserve the battery. Water dripped in the distance and the smell of mold and mud filled his nostrils. He knew he could not stay here, if it rained the tunnels would fill with water on its way to the drainage canal. He just needed to be far away right now.

It had been an hour or two since he fled Teresa's house. Horrible punishments flitted through his mind every time he thought about going back. The calm tone and fiery green eyes were the only things he saw in the damp darkness. Every shadow seemed to coalesce into shapes of honey filled red hair with ants trapped amongst the fibers. He had not started to cry yet, sixteen year olds simply do not cry. He had come close though.

A sound startled him out of his dark thoughts. It was a voice. He listened harder, even quietly moving back along the low tunnel.

"Mark! Are you here? It's me Nancy. I'm alone."

It was distant still, probably back at the junction where he had hid from her after their last unfortunate bet. "Could be a trap?" He whispered into the blackness.

Several minutes passed. The pleading voice continued. "Mark, please trust me. I'm alone, no one else knows of this place. I told no one where I was going."

Mark started to crawl back along the concrete tube he was hiding in. He soon saw a flashlight point his way. "There you are, come here so we can talk. I'm alone."

"I trust you Nancy, always have." Mark said quietly to himself.

He reached the junction and sat on the edge of the tunnel. "She told you everything."

Nancy held her hand to her mouth and giggled. "Yeah, pretty much. What possessed you to do that?"

"I asked if I could tie her up and she agreed, the honey was just a prank. I never meant to leave her there for that long. I fell asleep."

Nancy raised her hand. "Look, I know, I know. What are you going to do? Hide out here forever."

"What choice do I have, she'll probably castrate me or something?"

"Look my Mom has a short fuse but she is not crazy. She is just afraid of creepy-crawlies. Really afraid."

Mark hung his head. "Oh crap. Maybe I could just live here and you could bring me food and stuff."

Nancy laughed. "I'm sorry but you would start to stink worse than these tunnels."

"What do I do?"

"My mom won't castrate you. She told me what she has in mind. I guarantee it is not as bad as whatever your terrified brain came up with. Your Mom was able to talk her back down to something pretty reasonable."

Mark sat silently, waiting.

Nancy took a breath. "She said she will give you a week to get all your work caught up, lawn mowing jobs and that kind of stuff."

"And then."

"Hold your horses. And then you have to live with her for a week as her personal slav...I mean assistant."

"An entire week."

"Yep. And you have to do everything she says, if she says jump, you ask how high."

"She'll just parade me around town in some girl's costume or something. No deal."

"I'm not finished. No one will know you are at her house, in fact she said that part of the punishment is the only person you'll get to talk to or see for the entire week is her. No outside contact."

Mark thought for a second. "But where are you going to be, you live there?"

"I'll be staying with your Mom."

"We're swapping Mom's?"

Nancy nodded.

"That should make Mom happy, I think she always wanted a daughter."

Nancy shrugged. "I don't know about that, she thinks pretty highly of you."

"No one will ever see me but your Mom for the whole time?" Mark asked again.

Nancy nodded. "Seven days, a full 168 hours."

"But that means I can't see you either."

Nancy nodded again looking deeply into his face.

"I don't think I've gone an entire day without at least saying hi or catching a glimpse of you from a distance." Mark fell silent thinking it over.

"Mom insisted that no one but her ever knows what happens. She said that as far as your Mom and I will know, you will be playing Scrabble for every waking hour."

"Not likely that." Mark laughed.

"A whole week without seeing you though, that sucks."

Nancy suddenly wrapped her arms around Mark's neck squeezing him and cutting off his air. Mark coughed and gasped.

"Oh sorry." Nancy released strangle hold.

"You are really strong." Mark massaged his throat.

"And I am falling for you. Hard."

Mark smiled for the first time since he woke up on Teresa's couch. "Your Mom said you fell for me that day I got hurt trying to save you."

Nancy placed a finger on his lips. "Perhaps. So are you coming back with me or are you going sleep with the rats tonight?"

Hand in hand, Mark and Nancy left the tunnel together.

* * *

Mark wiped the sweat from his brow as he pushed the lawn mower down the street back to his house. "Four more to go." He was trying to get all the lawns mowed now so that a week from now when he went to live with Teresa for a week he could mow them all the two days before and have nothing to do the entire week. Doing them all at once was a tough job though, he usually spread them out over a week.

When he got home there were several bags piled up on the porch. His Mom walked out and handed him a glass of lemonade. "Can you help me with Tamara and Michelle's luggage?"

Mark drained the glass and nodded. "Sure Mom are they leaving soon?"

"Within the hour."

Mark loaded the suitcases in the trunk of the car. Michelle and Tamara were on the porch waiting for him to finish. "Thanks for the really awesome time."

Mark smiled. "Sure, your welcome, I hope you can keep a few secrets from my aunt and uncle."

"Don't worry, your Mom said if we want to come back, the cute kitty in all those pictures will have to remain a mystery." Tamara laughed.

Michelle gave Mark a hug. "Whew, you stink."

"Yeah, been mowing."

"Trying to get everything ready for your little adventure next week?" Michelle smiled.

"Something like that."

Tamara also gave him a hug. "We hope to see you soon. We'll be begging Mom and Dad to go on another vacation."

"Did you already say goodbye to Nancy, I know she liked having you around."

Tamara nodded, "Yep we just saw her."

"Alright you girls, hop in the car we better get you to the airport." Mom said.

The girls got in the car and Michelle stuck her head out the window as the car was pulling out of the driveway. "We almost forgot to mention that we left a present for you in your bedroom."

Mark nodded and waved as the car drove off. With building curiosity Mark ran upstairs taking the steps two at a time. When he opened the door a large smile spread across his face. There was Nancy sitting in a chair. Ropes encircled her legs at the knees and ankles which were then connected to her bound wrists. More rope wound itself around her upper body, waist, and thighs fixing her tightly to the chair. Her eyes twinkled in mirth but with her mouth stuffed full of a cotton cloth gag it was hard to ascertain if she truly was happy. She was wearing a cotton skirt bunched up around her thighs thanks to the ropes and a matching sports halter top.

"Well, well, we've come full circle. I think they have you in the exact same position you had me two weeks ago. Look there is even a note taped to your chest." Marked yanked the note off her right breast.

Hey Mark,

Just wanted to leave you a present to show how much we enjoyed staying at your house. I'm sure you are thinking it was Nancy's idea but I'm happy to say it wasn't. We tricked her into this with a little help from your Mom.

Have fun with your present and don't say we never gave you anything.

Michelle and Tamara.


Mark laughed and pinned the note to a bulletin board in his room. "I'm all hot and sweaty, I would hate to touch all that nice rope work with out taking a shower first. You won't go anywhere will you?"

Nancy grunted through her gag.

"See you in a minute."

Mark took a quick shower, truth be told he was looking forward to seeing Nancy again. She looked delicious fixed to his chair. He walked back into his bedroom wearing a towel. "Can't have you watching me dress, so..." Mark yanked a pillowcase over Nancy's head.

After a quick dressing Mark took off the pillowcase and untied the gag. "I'm curious. How did they manage to get you?"

"Your Mom helped them. Basically she sat on me while they tied me to the chair. I trained the buggers too well it seems."

"Too bad, I was hoping for something more subtle, something I can take advantage of in the future."

"Sorry to disappoint, now how about you let me go?"

Mark placed a finger against his chin. "Hmm, what would you do if the roles were reversed?"

Nancy rolled her eyes.

"I know, take pictures. That's almost a guarantee whenever I get tied up."

Nancy just smiled.

"What no cheeky comments or smart retorts?" Mark asked after picking up his camera.

"Not really."

"Not worried I might show your friends at gymnastics these photos?"

Nancy laughed out loud. "Not in the least, I have an entire album of photos of you."

"Touche', but I'll still snap a few to memorialize the moment. Perhaps send a couple to Michelle and Tamara."

Nancy smiled while the flash illuminated her bound form. A dozen photos later Mark sat down the camera. "For some reason I still don't want to let you go. After all, a week from now I'm going to be without you. I better soak up as much as I can."

"Yeah that's going to suck." Nancy agreed.

"Surely there is a way we can sneak around." Mark said.

"Well we have all week to think about it."

"Perhaps, but if your Mom finds out, it will get real hard on me."

"Aren't I worth it?" Nancy smiled. "I mean how hard would it be to clean the house in a French maids uniform if it meant you got to see me."

"Just for that, I'm going to go watch television." Mark walked out of the bedroom and closed the bedroom door behind him.

"Hey, I was just kidding." Nancy hollered after him. "Mark."

She stopped to listen for footsteps. "Mark, come back."

Mark settled back into the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table.


That ends "Chapter 5: The Cousins". Chapter 6 is entitled Mom Swap, no surprise there if you've kept up so far. I hope you have enjoyed it. I honestly don't know what is going to happen next. To be honest I really did not expect Mark to get himself in this much trouble. I know that sounds weird but I don't plan this stuff out beforehand, which might be obvious to the readers I don't know. Stay tuned. :?:

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new 6-03-2010)

Postby Qarl » Thu Jun 03, 2010 5:30 pm

I love your series. I'm enjoying discovering along with you what happens. The relationship between Mark and Nancy is very sweet and enjoyable. The innuendo between Teresa and Mark was a good tease. I'll look forward to part 6.

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new 6-03-2010)

Postby KittyReaper » Thu Jun 03, 2010 10:32 pm

Volatiledesire, writing stories is like a duck in water for you, keep it up.

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new 6-03-2010)

Postby hafnermg » Fri Jun 04, 2010 11:23 am

I love your stories!!! I can't wait to continue this adventure with you and discover what happens next! Please keep up the great work!

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new 6-03-2010)

Postby TiedTight1 » Sun Jun 06, 2010 3:16 pm

I love your stories!

I can't help but think that the mothers are up to something, as Nancy speculated in an earlier story. Those two have a touch
of 'loving but evil' about them, don't they? :lol:

Chapter 6: Mom Swap

Postby volatiledesire » Mon Jun 07, 2010 6:20 am

This chapter details the consequence of covering Teresa with honey and accidentally falling asleep. Mark has to live with Teresa for a week. This means Nancy must live with Sharon.

Chapter 6 Mom Swap

Nine days after Mark's cousins left, Nancy silently crept out of the guest room where she was staying with Mark's Mom, Sharon, for a week. She was clad head to toe in a black spandex catsuit with soft slippers on her feet and gloves covering her hands. Slowly and silently she inched towards Sharon's bedroom door. The door was cracked slightly. Every ten seconds Nancy would move the door open a slight distance until there was just enough gap for her to see into the bedroom. She watched the rhythmic rise and fall of Sharon's chest for several minutes before being satisfied that she was in fact asleep. Slipping down the stairs Nancy slowly eased out the back door.

Their plan was simple. Mark would try and leave a note buried in a specific part of the flower garden in the back yard each morning when her Mom was at work. Nancy would go over at night and retrieve the note and leave one of her own. This was the first night and Nancy was being especially careful. Though she had to admit it was kind of thrilling to be sneaking around like a ninja. Moving quietly through the wooded area behind the houses she slipped from shadow to shadow. Upon reaching her backyard she quickly scaled the fence using a pile of wood stacked behind the fence. Dropping quietly into the backyard she began to slowly slide around the inside perimeter to avoid activating the motion sensitive security lights. He efforts were wasted however when she realized they were already on. In addition another light illuminated a struggling figure near the pool. Nancy recognized this light as a spotlight fixture used at the theater where her Mom worked.

Nancy swallowed fearing her mother might be nearby but the closer she got to the house she realized the struggling figure was alone. Nancy peaked around the tool shed and saw Mark sitting in a fold out lounge chair. From a distance it appeared his arms were resting comfortably on the arm rests but as Nancy inched closer she could see ropes holding them in place. More rope wrapped around his knees and ankles pressing them together beneath the lounger. Blue spandex was stretched across his chest and between his legs, it appeared to be her Mom's blue bikini she only wore to sunbathe. Mark's skin sparkled in the brightness of the light that illuminated him. Nancy thought perhaps the sheen was perspiration from his efforts to escape but as she crept closer she was able to make out black objects all over his bare flesh. In addition, hanging from a flower hook above his head was a large container which was slowly leaking a translucent liquid onto his head and chest. His mouth was not gagged, and it would not be necessary since he was wearing the bikini, the last thing Mark would want would be to draw attention to himself.

The scene became clear to Nancy, Mark was tied the chair and covered in honey while wearing a bikini. Most likely the exact same circumstances that her Mom had been in that started this whole ordeal. Many of the moths and flies attracted to the light of the lamp were also stuck to his skin. A rather large moth struggled on his cheek causing him to shake his head violently to dislodge it. With the bright light in his eyes it would be impossible for him to see her sneaking around in the shadows by the fence. Nancy knelt down on the grass, still hidden from view by the shed. She wanted to help him, but if she did, it reveal their deception and probably make it Mark's ordeal much worse. She forced herself to look away as more of the honey leaked out of the half empty bottle onto his skin. She took comfort in the fact that Mark never was very scared of bugs and would probably be more upset by the fact he was illuminated so brightly while wearing a bikini.

Nancy quickly crept closer to the house. In a shadowed corner of the backyard just out of sight from where Mark was sitting, Nancy dug out a shallow hole. Her fingers brushed against some plastic. She quickly unearthed the plastic bag and placed a bag of her own into the hole. She put all the dirt and leaves back in place. She blew Mark a kiss as she slipped back over the fence.

Twenty minutes later Nancy was back in the guest room of Mark's house resting under the covers in her pajamas.
Hi Nancy,

It's been hell, I know it is only the first night, but hell anyway. I'm so tired. I'm getting ahead of myself though. Let me start at the beginning.

When I arrived at your house on Sunday evening, your Mom immediately ordered me back home. "You don't need any luggage so leave it at home," she said. Bad sign that's for sure. Anyway, after I got back she took me into the room she uses for exercise, and had me get up on the treadmill. She tied each of my arms to the treadmill railings. She then strapped a pedometer around my waist. She started the treadmill at a speed of three and a half miles per hour.

She explained that she had to go to work and did not want me running around the house unattended. So instead of tying me to a chair or something she was going to wear me out. She told me I had to put 21 miles on the pedometer before she left for work or she would tie me to a chair all day. I hope I'm explaining the situation Nancy, I could stop walking whenever I wanted to by placing my feet on the side of the tread mill belt, but if I did that for too long the pedometer would never reach 21 miles. If you do the math, that is 6 hours of continuous walking. I had to stop on occasion just to rest my legs.

Well when she came back in the room this morning seven hours later, I thankfully made my goal. I'm so tired. [There is a long scratch in the paper.] Sorry fell asleep for a second there. Next to the exhaustion, the worst of it though was the boredom.

Your Mom left this morning and I took a quick shower which woke me up enough to write this and hide it in the flower garden. My clothes stink so bad I've been walking around in just a towel.

I'm going to bed now, I'll probably sleep in your bed since Teresa gave me no specific instructions. I've always wanted to sleep in your bed.

Love,
Mark


Nancy tried to get the timeline straight in her head. He had written his letter this morning while her Mom was at work and now he was sitting in a lawn chair covered in honey. Things clicked together slowly in her tired mind. He had probably slept all day which meant he would be awake all night. "Mom is asleep." She whispered in shocked realization. "She's going to leave him there all night long." Nancy leapt off the bed and had her hand on the door knob before she stopped herself. If she ran over to help him like she so desperately wanted to, it would only be worse for him in the long run. Everything he had done so far would be wasted. She was starting to feel like Luke in the Empire Strikes Back*.

Nancy finally sat down on the bed and folded the note hiding it amongst her clothes. A yawn or two later and she was under the covers dreaming about nothing.

* * *

Teresa clumsily batted at the alarm. After failing twice she was able to stop the annoying buzzer that interrupted her pleasant dream. Cognition started slowly followed by memory and suddenly the covers flew off the bed and Teresa was pacing around the room. "I can't believe I overslept! Sharon is going to kill me." She paced two more times, and then quickly grabbed her robe and made her way to the kitchen.

"Oh no, he looks terrible." She said to herself. She watched as a several trails of and led away from Mark's honey coated body. The empty bottle of honey above his head swung freely in the morning breeze. Hundreds of moths were trapped on the sticky surface and Mark's face was almost completely obscured by the crystalizing fluid. "Ok, Teresa, get a grip. If you go out there all apologetic he's going to realize I screwed up and use it against me." Teresa chewed on her pinky nail trying to decide what to do.

She went to a drawer and took out a long knife and opened the back door. Staying as far as possible from the mess she sliced the ropes holding Mark's arms to the chair. "Ok, Mark, now clean up the mess. Not a trace of honey left and I'm heading for work." Teresa turned and left not wanting to watch him anymore.

"I'll make it up to him," she whispered as she prepared for work.

* * *

The void of sleep was broken like glass. Teresa's voice blasted its way into his mind pushing his eyes open in an instant. "DO YOU THINK THIS SOME KIND OF FUN GAME!"

Mark shook his head and looked at Teresa whose eyes were blazing in anger. In her fist she held a crumpled note that Mark knew was from Nancy. He had fallen asleep reading it and she must have found it. In long experience with enraged women Mark knew it was better not to speak.

He looked down over Nancy's bed and noticed the towel he still wore from his shower was almost unwrapped, a few threads more and he would be exposing himself. He quickly fixed the towel.

"Get dressed, you've got one minute." Teresa said and walked toward the door.

"Uh, where are my clothes?" Mark asked.

Teresa whirled around. "If you don't find something, I'll find it for you." She slammed the door.

Mark leapt from the bed and started opening the nearest of Nancy's chest of drawers. The top drawer was underwear, the next drawer was socks, the next were swimsuits and a few other odds and ends. The bottom drawer there were several pairs of tights and leggings. Fearing that he was running out of time, Mark grabbed the darkest colored pair of tights he could see and pulled them up his legs. They were a dark green color and much to his chagrin they were actually capri length. It was likely better than anything Teresa would find.

At that moment the door opened. "Come on." She was still in her work clothes which consisted of khaki capris and wedge heels whose straps wrapped around her ankles. A femininely cut, button-down shirt with cap-sleeves completed her ensemble which Mark only barely registered because clasped firmly in her hand was a large roll of duct tape. Her hair was caught up into a ponytail behind her head.

"You know I actually felt sorry for you this morning. All those bugs stuck to you. When I saw how the honey made it hard for you to even see me."

Mark said nothing.

"I can't believe this, part of the punishment was that you and Nancy could not see each other. And now this." Teresa tossed the crumpled note into the garbage.

Mark followed her out into the back yard. Teresa grabbed a plastic chair off the pool deck and walked out to the grass near one of the many flower beds. The chair was one of those cheap plastic chairs that is molded from a single piece of plastic. This particular one had spent so much time in the sun that it's once glossy green surface was fading She sat the chair down and pushed Mark into it.

"You even cleaned up the mess. I can't find a single bug on the deck anywhere." Teresa grabbed the tape off the grass. "But you had to go and screw it all up. Whose idea was it? Yours?"

Mark remained silent.

"It was Nancy's idea wasn't it?"

Mark just looked at the grass.

"I was going to lay off you for the rest of the week and just try to have some fun together." The ground was uneven so the chair rocked back and forth as he shifted his weight. "But you had to screw it all up. I am so pissed off." Next came the unmistakable sound of tape being pulled from the roll. Teresa grabbed his left arm and put it firmly onto the armrest of the chair, five turns of tape later and his arm was going to move.

Mark was realizing how exhausted he was at this point. He had no energy to resist and no desire to talk. He had about four hours of sleep combined with the fact his sleep schedule was completely turned around. "So you know what? I think something a bit more intense. Something that will get your attention. Obviously an entire night spent covered in honey and bugs wasn't enough."

Teresa finished with his right arm than wrapped each leg to the chair. She went into the house and returned with a dish towel. "Open up." Teresa pushed the towel into his mouth and wrapped tape around his head to hold it in. Five times it passed around his head covering not only his mouth but his ears as well, muting all the sounds around him. A final strip was placed over his eyes forcing his eyelids closed.

Teresa muttered to herself as she continued to work elsewhere in the backyard. With the tape on his ears Mark could not make out the words but the tone of her voice was perfectly clear. A lot of banging and other noises also came through the tape, but Mark was not even curious, exhaustion had sapped his strength, only bonds of sticky tape kept him upright.

Sleep must have found him despite his uncomfortable position. Suddenly Mark could hear Nancy's voice, or at least it seemed like Nancy. It sounded like she was yelling through a gag. Fingers suddenly began picking at the tape covering his eyes. With a sudden swipe, and probably a good portion of his eyebrows, the tape was pulled free. He blinked several times. Teresa was kneeling down looking at him. "Since being covered in bugs doesn't seem to bother you maybe watching someone you love experience it will teach you a lesson." Teresa stood up and walked into the house.

Several feet away in the middle of the yard was Nancy. She was lying on the grass with her legs and arms spread out widely. Four stakes had been driven into the ground and a rope connected each one of her limbs to a stake. She was gagged but audible growls could still be heard through the packing held in place by a strip of cloth. Her clothes, a simple cotton skirt and fitted T-shirt, were adhered to her skin by a thick layer of honey. She had not been there long since no bugs had yet found her. It would not be long though since she was lying directly on the ground.

Nancy raised her head up and already her eyes were red and puffy she from holding back tears. She was already terrified. Making that point more obvious a horse fly flew into her honey-soaked hair and became tangled in her red tresses. Nancy shook her head back and forth but only succeed in trapping the bug more firmly. A groan of terror escaped her lips and tears poured from her eyes.

All the fatigue of the past days, all the sore muscles, all the humiliation washed away in a surge of adrenaline. Mark could tolerate almost anything except seeing Nancy cry. He tore violently at the tape holding his arms sawing his limbs back and forth. The tape held fast. He tried to hop the chair closer to his her but the legs of the chair were sunk into the damp loam of the lawn. Several minutes of effort did nothing more than roll that tape into even stronger cords and bend the plastic arm rests a bit.

By now a large swarm of ants had made there way to Nancy's exposed under arms. Her wide eyes watched as they made their way inside her shirt. Her tears were flowing freely and she choked on sobs caught behind her gag. In response to the panic-filled eyes of the girl he loved so much, Mark redoubled his efforts. He threw his body forward. The back legs of the chair sprang free of the grass and all of the energy Mark put into the lunge forward now drove his head into the ground with his hands still trapped on the rests. Pain flooded his vision and the taste of copper filled his mouth as his head smashed unhindered into the grass. Now on the ground his leverage was different and Mark heaved against the bonds, the right leg of the plastic chair bent and twisted under the force and finally with a loud crack shattered away from the chair.

Now his weight was no longer supported by the right leg so Mark fell onto that side. The sharp plastic edge of the chair that remained after the leg broke now dug painfully into the back of his knee. At least now his face was not wedged into the grass. The damaged right side of the chair now weakened by the broken leg allowed Mark to tear away the armrest as well. With his one arm free Mark used the sharp plastic edge of the broken chair to slice away the remains of the tape that held his left side to the chair.

Mark crawled toward Nancy trailing pieces of the broken chair still attached to him by the tape. His leg hurt and he could feel something dripping onto his shoulders. His attention was totally fixed on freeing Nancy. Trembling hands and fingers made untying the knots impossible so Mark pulled one stake out with a burst of adrenaline-fueled energy. Nancy quickly untied herself with her free hand and ran to the pool.

Anger still pulsed through Mark's veins and with Nancy free of her torture he turned his attention to Teresa. He slowly stood to his feet and walked towards the back door. His arms were red and raw where the sticky tape had torn at his skin. Blood poured from his chin where a rock had gashed a hole during his face-first fall. Dirt and grass turned the coagulating blood into a horror mask plastered across his shoulders and face. A shard of plastic had embedded itself behind his knee causing him to walk with a limp. The right arm rest of the now destroyed chair was still attached to his wrist. On top of all of that five layers of duct tape still obscured his lower face.

Teresa came out of the house just as Mark reached the step leading to the deck. Her face was a mix of shock and anger and was totally focused on her daughter rubbing and splashing in the pool. When her head swiveled towards Mark, Teresa screamed. She startled back as Mark stepped forward. She tripped over a lounge chair landing hard on her bottom.

The world was tinged red with pain and anger. Just in front of his eyes was the one person who had caused it all, had caused all of Nancy's horrified tears and gagged screams. Rational action was miles away. Mark reached for Teresa not knowing exactly what he was going to do. She tried to back away but Mark had a fist full of her hair. Teresa banged on his arm but Mark hauled her to her feet.

Suddenly Nancy was there. Dripping wet, honey still matted in her hair, and wearing only a bra and panties she grabbed Mark's wrists gently. "I'm ok Mark, let her go." With Teresa screaming it took a few moments before the words penetrated into his enraged mind.

His eyes finally focused on Nancy, she smiled and the teeth cracking clench in his jaw relaxed. A deep sigh escaped his lips.

Nancy thrust her neck under his arm and helped him to walk in the house. "Let's go to my room, we'll see how badly you're hurt this time."

Looking over her shoulder she looked down at her Mom who was sitting on the ground stunned and stammering apologies. "Mom, get get Sharon, let's hope it looks worse than it is."

With the absence of adrenaline, the various parts of Mark's body started to scream for attention especially the back of his knee. When they reached the steps leading to Nancy's room Mark reached down to his leg and yanked out the tiny shard of plastic that caused most pain. Walking was much easier at that point.

Once inside her room Mark got his first look in the mirror. The dirt and blood covering his face and chest and the tape still encircling his mouth and ears. A wave of light headedness and nausea crashed over him at that moment. He never had much of a stomach for blood especially his own. He lunged for the bed and felt the softness of Nancy's sheets before he felt nothing at all.

* * *

A cool chill spread through Mark's body. Something cold was lying across his eyes. His eyes fluttered open and he stared into the gentle green eyes of Nancy. "You aren't hurt badly."

Mark looked around, the gag that had been around his head had been cut and pealed away but was still stuck to the back of his head. The dark green capris he had taken from Nancy's drawer had been cut and pulled up his thigh so a bandage could be applied to the back of his leg. "You need rest, but it would be best if you could shower first."

Mark looked Nancy over. "Look who's talking." Honey still matted Nancy's red locks and bits of grass still stuck to her skin in places.

"I'll get you settled first, I tried to contact your Mom but she is not home."

Mark shook his head. "Don't worry her, I'm fine."

Nancy nodded. "Ok then, get a shower."

Nancy's bedroom had its own bathroom. Mark stripped off the tights he borrowed after he was safely behind the curtain. He used Nancy's soap and shampoo which made getting the tape out of his hair a lot less painful. When he stepped out from behind the curtain and started to towel off, Nancy's hand entered the room holding a shiny black piece of material. "Put these on."

"Huh? Seriously?"

"You'll look cute and its better than a towel. Would you prefer panties?"

Mark took the small garment and pulled it up his legs. They a bit like boxers made of soft black silk except they had no fly. Nancy was waiting on the bed with a towel wrapped around her when he stepped out. "Very nice." Nancy stood up and gave him a playful swat on his silk covered bottom. "Now go to bed, I read the note you left outside for me and know you haven't slept much. I've changed the sheets, you got blood on my last set."

Mark blushed. "Yes, ma'am." Nancy disappeared into the bathroom and Mark slipped into her bed, the sheets felt similar to the material of the shorts he now wore and extremely sensuous against his skin. Mark did not remember the previous set of sheets being like this. Of course until now he had always crashed on top of the bed spread.

Sleep took him quickly.


*For the uninitiated, this refers to the part in Empire Strikes Back where Luke senses through the Force that his friends are in trouble. Yoda reveals to Luke that their peril is caused by Darth Vader who wants him. It's not a perfect corollary but it's not exactly Nancy's favorite movie.

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new 6-07-2010)

Postby linkedin » Mon Jun 07, 2010 12:56 pm

thankyou very much for the length/quality of this story so far :) i cant wait to read more! i get the feeling that mark grabbing teresa's hair will not go unpunished :P

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new 6-07-2010)

Postby Qarl » Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:33 pm

Wow! I was surprised by the rage, and the darkness of the violence. :shock: I'm glad it calmed down because it would have been so sad if Mark had actually hurt Teresa in the blindness of his fury. It's good writing, and even if it had ended sadly, it wouldn't take away from the quality of the story, it just would have been one of those situations that doesn't turn out as one person wishes (which is EVERY situation, right?). Thanks for this addition, and it was a nice soothing ending to have Mark in sensuous feminine shorts and sheets. I'll look forward to more when you write it! I appreciate each new addition, no matter what direction you take it. That's your prerogative as the writer, yes?

Re: Mark and Nancy Story (new 6-07-2010)

Postby hafnermg » Mon Jun 07, 2010 6:34 pm

like the others said another great installment!!! i wonder if Teresa will learn this time not to torture Nancy in front of Mark? I can't wait for the next installment and what Teresa's temper has got her into this time :)