ducttapelover requested a story about a brother and sister in a continuous TUG war, so here's the first part. Not much backstory to this one. Just one tie up leading to a bigger one, with one or two paragraphs of situation in the beggining of each part. Also, I didn't check it much for errors, just counted on Microsoft spell checking (yeah, stupid, I know), so if you find something wrong just tell me and I'll fix it. Enjoy!
Part 1: Casus Belli
It was the sort of situation that would cause a loud shriek to resonate across the house. By this time any normal 14 year old girl would have deafened the entire block, but not Lisa. She wouldn't give Tommy the satisfaction of knowing his little stunt worked. She got out of the shower after ten minutes of useless attempts to get the stuff off and went to the mirror to get some damage assessment. The sight only helped build up the rage she had towards her little brother. While the bottom two inches of her hair remained as black as ever thanks to her quick reaction, the rest was dyed an awfully bright neon pink. The worst part was that it seemed to be permanent dye. She would have to walk outside looking like an anime character to get some black hair dye to switch back. Nevertheless, she had her priorities, and first priority was revenge.
Lisa wound her hair up inside a small black towel and tightly wrapped a large white towel around her chest so that it hung neatly from her B-cup breasts like a strapless dress somewhat hiding her curvy figure. She then went through the small cupboard below the sink and the dirty clothes hamper to gather supplies and marched into Tommy's room. The minute she passed through the door there was a camera flash.
"Damn!" the black haired ten year old said as his sister kept advancing like a machine soldier "Why did you conmMMMMPPPH!!" she jumped on him, her left hand leading. A wad of cloth was shoved into Tommy's mouth as he was pushed to the floor from his computer chair. In a quick move Lisa pounced on him pinning his arms to the ground. She moved her right hand in front of her showing the roll of silver duct tape she was holding. While she was starting to peel the first layer off Tommy kept thrashing beneath her sending kicks flying through the air, but none of them hit. She was perfectly positioned so that his feet could never reach her. Through all this resistance Lisa managed to peel that first inch, stick it to Tommy's right cheek and passed the roll all the way to the other one, sealing his mouth and making that dreadful ripping sound that accompanies every use of duct tape. Lisa tore off the tape, smoothed it out and proceeded to add a second, third and fourth pieces.
Once finished, Lisa took hold of a fistful of Tommy's dark brown hair and yanked him to sit at his chair, causing a muffled yelp. She proceeded to tape his torso to the backrest, than the wrists and hands to the armrests, his lap to the seat and his knees and ankle together. With her brother perfectly secured she broke her silence:
"So, brother dearest, how do my panties taste?" she asked in a fake caring voice inciting loud protests and thrashing from Tommy who desperately tried to somehow reach and pull the tape off. "Stop making such a scene!" Lisa ordered "They're fresh... Fresh off the hamper that is!" she added sending Tommy into another wave of struggling and mmphing.
After watching in amusement for a couple of seconds Lisa said "Don't go anywhere!", a cliché which she knew annoys Tommy the most, and went outside the room closing the door behind her. Tommy tried desperately to escape the bonds, but his slim 10 year old body proved too weak to tear the tape, and the chair was raised high enough so that his feet couldn't reach the floor to help him row away.
After 10 minutes he finally gave up, and 5 minutes after that Lisa came back, dressed in a tight black T-shirt and a denim mini-skirt and carrying a big bag and her purse. Now that the towel was gone Tommy could see the result of his prank on her still moist hair and started laughing uncontrollably.
"So you think this is funny huh?" she asked. Tommy nodded, still laughing under his gag. Lisa took an ice cube tray out of the bag and dumped it in his pants. Apart from being very cold the ice was a little painful on Tommy's crotch. He tried to shake it down his pants but it was stuck right before the tape, tormenting him with its coldness. Lisa then taped a bag of frozen peas to Tommy's feet, taping in all directions to be sure it didn't fall off as he struggled.
Lisa put her purse on the table and opened it. She kneeled down in front of the chair and took a firm hold of Tommy's left index finger with one hand while taking the cap off of something inside the purse making the noise of plastic objects banging against each other. In less than five seconds the cap came out along with the small brush covered with pink nail polish. Again Tommy tried to pull away, but Lisa's grip was more than a match for his bound arms. All he could do was protest through his pantygag and try to kick her, which turned out to be with the heavy bag making his kicks slow, weak and tiring. When this first finger was done she put the cap back on the bottle and took a small hair curler from the purse and taped it on his finger so that he couldn't rub the pink off. Once his ten fingers were done Lisa slowly peeled a small part of the gag tape so she could get a grip and yanked it as quickly and painfully she could.
"MMMMM!!" Tommy yelped and spat the panties on his lap. "What the fuck is wrong with you you crazy bimMM!!!!" she quickly handgagged him with her right hand, pressed her left finger to her lips and shushed him. Tommy just kept mmphing loudly and screaming under her hand until Lisa showed him the half finished duct tape roll.
"There's still enough to mummify your head" she said and he calmed down. He knew she was capable of doing it, and didn't feel like pulling tape from his hair and eyes. "Will you stay quiet when I take my hand off too?" she asked. He nodded and she took it off and as Tommy was about to say something she glared at him with mad eyes and he quickly closed his mouth. "Good boy. Now, will you tell me how to get my hair back to normal or do your nipples want to meet mister pliers?"
"But I don't know how to-"
"Wrong answer!" she interrupted him and got a big pair of metal pliers with a sort of ratcheting mechanism from the bag. (picture) She lifted his shirt, positioned the pliers over his nipple and started tightening the screw on the bottom slowly shortening the gap between the two metal jaws. "How about now?" she said giving the handles a slight squeeze.
"Okay okay!" he said frightened. "The bottle is in the top drawer of my desk! The removal instructions are probably on the back."
Lisa went over to the desk and found the bottle under a couple of notebooks and toys. "Oh here it is!" she started reading the label in a mumble.
"Great, now get that nail polish off me!"
Lisa stopped reading and told Tommy that the nail polish was a special brand of water resistant scratch proof polish that needed a special remover to be taken off. "Unfortunately the remover was deemed a health hazard by the health department, and therefore there was none available. In other words, you're stuck with it until your nails grow through the entire pink part, which is about four months" and she continued reading.
Before Tommy's shock could subside Lisa's eyes grew wider as she finished reading the removing instructions for the hair dye. At that moment she took the panties from Tommy's lap and shoved them back in. Tommy was rather confused as to why she was angry right now and before he could muster a mmph of protest Lisa stuffed a big dirty gym sock in his mouth and wrapped the remaining 20 feet of tape around his head and mouth. Tommy's protests were now completely muffled. Lisa stormed out of the room and slammed the door.
As Tommy sat there struggling he suddenly smelled the familiar scent of vinegar coming from the door and laughed a little. Revenge was still due, but at least for now his losses weren't that high.