Thanks to Jason Toddman and sarumansauron.
Fall 1966
Louise
Part IV
Angela Captive
(Fmm/f+)
Her back was facing me. I pointed my pistol at the back of her head, pulled the trigger, but only a little. I don’t want her hair to be drenched, only to signify that she was my prisoner and that she should do as I say.
She immediately turned around, and gasped when she saw my smirking face and the pistol pointed at her.
“You are now my prisoner,” I grimly announced.
That resulted in a burst of giggles from her bound prisoners.
She was speechless, but the laughter jolted her. “Oh shut up! You’re not free, and I don’t think Tom here would free you even if they manage to get me tied up!” she snapped at her three captives.
She then turned to me. “I can’t believe it! I should’ve never have trusted you!” She smiled. “But you can’t tie me up, can you? Not with one hand. And Henry doesn’t know how to tie yet.”
She got me there. I turned to Henry. “Henry, do you have handcuffs?” I asked.
He shook his head.
I was crestfallen. How am I going to tie Angela?
Suddenly, Henry spoke. “I’ve got an idea!” he shouted. “Wait for me here,” he hurriedly said, and before we can ask the pipsqueak what his idea was, he ran out of the door.
Angela and I only shrugged. Even though I had a pistol pointed at her, we carried on a normal conversation about events at school that day while waiting for him to return.
A minute later, Henry came back with his Mom in tow.
We were flabbergasted.
Before we could explain, Henry explained my predicament and asked Mrs. Dale to tie-up her own daughter. We were nervous, afraid of her reaction.
After Henry’s explanation, Mrs. Dale quickly inspected the bonds of Louise, Nancy, and Cathy. “Are you okay?” she asked the bound captives.
They all nodded.
“Did you consent to be tied up?” she asked.
They nodded again.
“Did Angela tie you up?”
The three girls nodded.
“Angela, is it true that by your rules, you should be tied up?” Mrs. Dale asked.
“Yes Mom, but—”
“In that case, young Lady, you’d better put your hands behind you,” she said, smiling.
Angela growled in frustration but complied. Mrs. Dale took one of the innumerable ropes scattered along the floor, and tied her daughter’s wrists. She wrapped it in crisscross fashion, first vertically then horizontally, then tightly cinching.
“I would’ve made it looser, but since you tied all of them tighter than this, then I guess you won’t mind,” Mrs. Dale said after tying her daughter’s hands. She then imitated her daughter’s technique by wrapping around Angela’s waist the long trailing ends of the wrist ropes and knotting them in front, and taping the knots.
Angela tested the bonds, and she knew was stuck.
“Now, sit dear, besides your friends,” Mrs. Dale told Angela, and Angela sat on the bed besides Louise.
Mrs. Dale tied Angela’s ankles, then her knees under the dress, then on the shins on top of the hem of her dress.
“Henry, you wouldn’t mind if I use your handkerchiefs for her gag?” Mrs. Dale asked his son.
“No Mom. You can use all my handkerchiefs to gag her if you like,” Henry replied.
“Henry! I’ll get you for this,” Angela threatened. She then turned to her mother. “Mom, can you please promise me that you’ll untie me first? They’re my captives, and I’m the one who should free them. They can’t be free unless I say so!”
“Alright, dear,” Mrs. Dale said as she opened the eight-year-old’s drawer and took a rather large handkerchief. She wadded it into a ball, then put it in her daughter’s mouth. She then, imitating what Angela did to the girls, used a couple of strips of tape on her mouth, covering her face from ear to ear, from nose to below the chin. She then used another one of Henry’s handkerchief to cover her lower face cowboy style, thus hiding the tape.
“How come you know to tie and gag, Mrs. Dale?” I asked, nervously.
“Oh I used to play this type of games when I was a little girl,” she said as she gagged her daughter. “The knots were the same, but we didn’t have the free use of so much duct tape then,” she remarked. “And I sometimes tie Henry and Angela up instead of spanking them when they need to be punished, though since you started to play these games, I don’t think its effective since she seems to enjoy being tied up.”
I simply nodded as Mrs. Dale told her story. Now, Mrs. Tompkins, Frank’s Mom, my own Mom, and Aunt Rachel, Donald and Maggie’s Mom, not only tolerated our games, but in some ways, participated in it. But to us, it wasn’t unusual, as tying each other up for fun was seen as normal as playing ball or swimming in the local pool.
“Well, I still have work to do,” she said. “Boys, be nice to them. Don’t keep them tied up too long,” she warned.
Henry wanted to tickle them, but I decided not to tickle them because it might frighten Louise and Cathy. “Well, let’s do your homework,” I said, mentioning the forgotten reason why I came to Henry’s house in the first place.
The girls started to gagtalk to each other. Louise tried to talk to Angela, and Angela responded in kind. The conversation went on like this for a few minutes.
“Mmmpphhhp!”
“Mmmpphhh ummphhh mmphhh!”
“Mmmpphh mmpphh?”
“Ummppn!
And so on and so forth. I later asked both girls what they said to each other, and both indicated to me that they had no clue what the other was talking about, but they just pretended that the other understood what they were trying to say and they replied on that assumption. Both said that it was both frustrating, and fun.
I helped Henry do his homework. While I was doing that, Nancy and Cathy managed to stand up, and hop their way to the door. It was left open by Angela’s mother when she left the room.
“Uh oh,” Henry said when he turned around saw that the two sisters were missing.
I turned around, and immediately jumped. I stupidly asked Angela and Louise where they went, and was rewarded with undecipherable grunts. I immediately run out, and saw no sign of them.
I went to Angela’s room, and there, I can see Nancy and Cathy sitting on the bed, laughing at me. I immediately hopped them back to Henry’s room, where I tied them back to back while sitting on the floor.
“That should hold you,” I said, before going back to finish Henry’s homework.
When we were finished, we were prepared to have a bit of fun with the girls, but it was interrupted by Mrs. Dale, who entered the room.
“I’m sorry, but I have finished making a snack for you kids,” she said. “I’ll untie them now and you can retie them after we had our snacks.”
Henry and I just nodded, disappointed that the game would end so soon.
Mrs. Dale ungagged her daughter, but as soon as Angela was ungagged, she complained that the other girls were still her captives and she should decide when they should be freed.
“Now, don’t be unreasonable,” Mrs. Dale scolded. “You can’t expect them to remain tied up here while you eat, and this time, I won’t allow for them to be fed while their hands are tied.”
Angela seemed dejected, but brightened when she had an idea. “Well, I could have them tied to the chairs—their feet will remain tied up—but I’ll untie their arms and hands so they can eat.”
“Well, that’s okay with me as long as you suffer the same fate as them,” Mrs. Dale said. “After all, it’s only fair, since you yourself remain the boys’ captives.”
Angela nodded as Mrs. Dale untied her feet and legs and knees, then proceeded to do the same to the other girls. Meanwhile, Henry and I gathered the ropes.
The girls were marched to the kitchen, and we sat them on the dining table. Henry, with a little help from me, tied them to the chairs. They were arranged around the table as such: Mrs. Dale’s seat was at the end of the table. On her left were Angela, myself, and Nancy. On her right were Henry, Cathy, and Louise. Henry then untied their hands and arms, while I sternly warned them not to untie themselves from the chairs. They agreed and removed their gags. We threw away the used tape while Mrs. Dale put away the cloth that were stuffed in their mouths and were now sodden with saliva. She came back with clean handkerchiefs, which she handed to us, telling us to use them after the snack if we still wanted to continue the tie-up game.
After that, Mrs. Dale served our snack, which consisted of sandwiches and orange juice. We all chatted, mostly about tie up games, but also of other things.
“So, Louise, are you having fun?” I asked.
She giggled, then nodded before taking another bite of her sandwich.
“So, is it official? Will you join our tie-up club?” Angela asked.
Mrs. Dale laughed. “Oh I must warn you, you’d be tied up a lot if you say yes, and not only by my daughter here, but also by the boys. Isn’t that right, Tom?”
I nodded.
“Um, can I tie you up too?” Louise asked.
“Yes, if you can,” I replied, “but there are rules on that. If you can grab someone and tie them up, well do it! But remember, don’t tie someone who doesn’t want to be tied up.”
“Well, yes, I want to join you! It’s fun!” Louise stated, delighting all of us.
After the snacks were done, Angle announced that the other girls would be tied up again. “Okay, since snack time is over, I want you to put your hands behind the chair,” she said.
There were some good natured complaints, but the three other girls complied. The chairs’ back were too wide to put their arms completely around it, but it has wide slots at the back that permitted their arms to be inserted comfortably.
Nancy said, “But how are you going to tie us up? You’d be tied up too?”
Angela turned to me. “Tom, get some rope and tie their hands behind the chairs, and gag them too!”
I was happy to comply, and with Henry accompanying me, I went to Angela’s room and got enough rope to tie up an army. However, I had the same problem as before. I can’t tie using only one hand. I explained that to Henry, who simply called his Mom and asked her to tie the girls for us. Surprisingly, she agreed, and using long pieces of rope, Mrs. Dale tied the four girls’ hands (including Angela’s) behind the chair, at the wrists, wrapping it vertically then horizontally, in crisscross fashion, before tightly cinching it between their hands.
At the same time, Henry busied himself with the gags. Using the handkerchiefs that his mother brought down, he first stuffed each one into the four girls’ mouths, then carefully taped a couple of strips over their lips to seal the wad inside.
“Take care and play safe,” Mrs. Dale said before leaving us to our own devices.
Henry and I then discussed whether or not to tickle them. Normally, it wouldn’t be a debate, but we didn’t want to scare Louise from future tie up games, so we refrained, for now.
We decided another form of torture. We pinched their cheeks, shook them, scared them, and finally, we went to the living room to watch TV. The girls, we could hear, proceeded to talk, or rather, to grunt at each other.