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Viking, thanks. Tie up games tend to become repetitive, and sometimes, is too much of a bother to try to find a way to make it interesting and distinct from an earlier story. It simply much easier to select really unusual incidents that happened.
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Shane Bikman, I hope I wasn’t gone too long!!! Thanks.
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William F Somebody, thank you very much.
Summer 1968
Caught Snooping
Part II
Andrew’s Offer
(mmm/ff)
Andrew whispered something to Donald, who grinned and nodded, and silently went back home. I wanted to ask to find out what was happening, but I somehow knew that the girls were not meant to know that Donald was gone.
The two of us stared the girls while they whispered to each other about what they were going to say.
“What do you want to know?” Betty finally asked.
“First of all, what are you doing?” my brother asked.
“We were just exploring the forest. Right, Maggie?”
“Yeah. We were just exploring,” said Maggie.
“And does following us a part of this exploration?” I asked.
“Um, we wanted you to join us exploring the forest! Well, because you know this forest better than we girls, we figured that you be our guide!” said Betty.
“So you want to be untied?” my brother asked.
“Um, well, does that mean we have to go back?” Maggie asked.
“Yup!” I said.
“No. Don’t send us back. We can stay like this, its not too bad,” said my sister. “Right, Maggie?”
“Yeah. This is better than doing nothing at home.”
Their answer did not surprise me one bit, because Betty just loves to be tied up, while Maggie, while not as enamoured of it as Betty, found it fun nonetheless.
We both laughed at that.
“Have it your way, girls, but let’s cut to the chase, shall we? You were following us because you want to find out where our hidden hideout is, right? Don’t lie,” my brother accused.
There was silence before Betty finally nodded.
“I knew there was a secret hideout!” Betty finally blurted out.
The look on my brother’s face told me that he knew he made a mistake. “Well, you want to see it?”
“Yes! Could we please, brother?” Betty said.
“Well, you might see it,” he said.
My jaw dropped at that.
“But you must be blindfolded so you won’t know how to go there,” he said. “It would be removed only when you get there.”
“And I supposed we would have our hands tied behind us so we cannot just pull our blindfolds?” my sister asked.
“Yes,” Andrew said.
Betty and Maggie discussed the offer a bit.
“It’s okay with us,” said Betty. “Are we going now?”
“No, we’ll rest here for a while,” my brother said. In reality, we were waiting for Donald to come back.
“You’ll untie us when we reached your hideout, right?” Maggie asked.
“Nope! You might see, but we won’t untie your hands. We’ll untie you when we get back home,” Andrew answered.
There were a bit of groans, but they did not change their mind.
“So want to continue? You would be tied up all day,” my brother said, “because we’ll spend the rest of the day there.”
“Yeah. We don’t mind. We’re used to it,” my sister said.
After that, the conversation between the four of us veered to different topics, such as the last days of school, the holiday plans, etc. It was strange. Betty and Maggie, despite their situation, talked with us like they always did, and we laughed and teased each other like there’s nothing unusual with the two girls being blindfolded and bound, which in the context of our childhood, was not.
Donald returned about twenty minutes later. He approached us stealthily. I immediately saw him, but his approach was so silent that the girls continued talking and Andrew and I encouraged them, talking in a loud voice to mask Donald’s approach.
When he arrived, he talked too, which prompted Maggie to say that it’s good that he decided to join in the conversation. The girls, who didn’t know Donald had left in the first place, just assumed he kept quiet.
He had brought back with him what we called a tie-up bag. It was a bag that contained ropes, two rolls of duct tape, a couple of rolled socks, innumerable handkerchiefs, and two pairs of handcuffs. He got one roll of sock and tossed it to Andrew.
All this while, the girls kept talking to us.
“So, when Mom told mmmpphh!”
Andrew popped the roll of sock into Betty’s mouth in midsentence. He immediately covered Betty’s mouth with his hand.
“Betty, whmmphhh!” Maggie was also given a mouthful of sock by Donald who popped it in a couple of seconds after Betty’s gagging. He then covered her mouth with his hand.
The girls were so surprised that they involuntarily struggled and tried to expel the socks. Because Donald and Andrew kept a tight grip on them, plus the fact that their hands were tied behind them, meant that they had no chance.
We had done this before, and I knew what to do. I got one of the larger handkerchiefs from the bag and tied a knot in the center. Andrew suddenly dropped his hand from Betty’s mouth, which opened to expel the sock. However, I was a little too quick, and popped the knot in, pushing the sock further inside the mouth, and positioned the knot behind her teeth. I then covered her mouth with my hand. Andrew immediately grabbed both ends of the handkerchief, and tied it tight behind her neck, under her ponytailed hair. I then let go of Betty’s mouth, knowing that she couldn’t expel the sock, then got the roll of duct tape. I tore a couple of strips and applied it to her face, covering her open mouth, from below her nose to the tip of her chin, from ear to ear.
Betty had by now calmed down and accepted her fate.
Andrew picked up another handkerchief, folded it into a narrow band, tucked it under the first handkerchief, pulled it tight afterwards, then knotted it above the first knot of the first handkerchief. I then taped it to her face. My brother then got another handkerchief, tied a large triangle on it, tied it around her head above the mouth by tucking it beneath the first two handkerchiefs, pulled it tight, then tied it above the first two knots, tightening the gag considerably.
After that, I went to assist Donald. He simply kept his hand over the Maggie’s mouth while we were finishing Betty’s gag. I already had a knotted handkerchief ready. He quickly dropped his hand, and I popped it into her open mouth. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand while Donald grabbed the ends of the knotted handkerchief and tied it behind her neck. Andrew had left Betty, bound, gagged, and blindfolded, standing in place, and tore a couple of strips and applied it over Maggie’s mouth and lower face, covering it from nose to chin, from ear to ear. I then prepared the second handkerchief, folding it into a narrow band, and tied it around her head, over her mouth and the previous gag. I tucked the ends into the first handkerchief around her head, pulled it tight, then knotted it above the first knot behind her neck. Andrew then taped it to her face. Finally, Donald folded the third handkerchief into a large triangle, tied it around her head above the already thick gag by tucking it into the first two handkerchiefs, and knotted it above the first two knots behind the neck.
All in all, it was a complicated sounding gag, but in reality, it was easy and simple to do. It had become our favourite type of gag, along with tape wrapped around the head, and had done the procedure many many times that it had become a routine. In fact, it proved harder for me to describe it in words rather than do it myself. We called it, as I had mentioned in earlier stories, the three tucked handkerchief gag.
My brother then got one of the handcuffs and snapped it on Betty’s arms, above where her wrists were tied by the handkerchief and the sash of her dress.
He first removed the handkerchief tying her hands and put into his pocket and untied the sash of her dress around her hands. He retied the bow behind her dress, but in no way connected to her hands. He then took a long white rope from Donald’s tie-up bag, crossed her wrist, pushed up the cuffs up her arms so that it won’t interfere, then began the tying.
He first applied the square lash on her hands, making three passes before cinching it between her hands. Then, he tied the rope first horizontally, then vertically, then cinched it again between the hands. As he had used a long rope, there was still much left, which he used to wrap around her waist and hands, then cinched between her hands and back. After that, he took the keys to the handcuffs, and removed the cuffs from her hands. Its only purpose apparently was to keep her hands behind her between the time the handkerchief was removed and her hands bound with rope.
While he was completing tying Betty’s hands with rope, I decided to do the same with Maggie. Donald appeared to have come to the same conclusion. Donald first removed his belt around Maggie, then cuffed his sister, then removed the handkerchief tying her hands. I already selected the rope, so he allowed me to tie up his sister. He pulled the cuffs up her arms then crossed it. I then tied the rope around her wrists, first using the square lash with three passes, cinching it in the middle, then tied it horizontally, then vertically before cinching it in the middle. I then tied the rope around her waist and hands, then cinched it in between. I then removed the cuffs from my cousin. It was identical to what was done to my sister.
“Girls,” my brother said after all of this was over. “You will go to the hideout, and there, we will remove your blindfold, but you will remain gagged, and tied up with rope, until we get home. Now, we can go home right now and you can be untied. So, what’s your choice? Want still to go to our hideout?”
Both Betty and Maggie nodded their heads.
“It’s your funeral,” he laughed as he went behind Betty, held her by the shoulders, and began to push her. She began to walk, slowly, under my brother’s guidance. Donald did the same thing to Maggie, guiding her as they walked towards our hideout.