Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes

Postby Tom Ford » Sun Jul 31, 2011 8:42 am

Here's the next story. I hope you like it!!!!!!!!!
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Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes - Part I

Postby Tom Ford » Sun Jul 31, 2011 8:43 am

Winter 1966-67

Andrew Strikes!!

Part I

Morning Surprise
(m+/m)



The Christmas of 1966 was memorable, not only for the usual reasons, but because of something connected with our tie-up games.

We had been using toy handcuffs occasionally, but the fact that you can easily open it using a hatch made it undesirable, and the length of chain between the cuffs were further turn-offs, as you could easily put it in front of you by looping your arms around your bottom, and because we wanted the hands to be together. However, we still wanted handcuffs because it afforded the captor an easy and convenient way to secure a captive, especially if we didn’t have a lot of time to do the elaborate ropework we sometimes were fond of. We wanted real handcuffs, not the toy ones.

We lobbied our parents to buy us real handcuffs, but we were mostly gently rebuffed. My father always said, “Go ask you mother,” and my Mom said things like, “Wait until your older,” “You can just use ropes!”, “Handcuffs are too dangerous, what if you lose the keys while cuffed?” or “Just use your toy handcuffs!” Like the little children that we were, we were persistent, but we didn’t expect that we would get it that Christmas.

Andrew (10) and I (9) were given handcuffs, and both of us were happy about our new presents (Donald was also given one by his parents). We tested it on each other, happy on finally being what we had vigorously lobbied for in the past few months. However, we didn’t use it in a full tie-up game because we quickly turned our attention to our other presents, and we spent the rest of the day playing and having fun.

It was the day after Christmas, December 26, Monday. It was cold, and I prepared to sleep in. However, my plans were quickly foiled. I felt my face get wet with freezing water, and I suddenly woke up and sat on the bed. I saw Andrew, pointing his water gun at me.

“Get up,” he said. “Get dressed. We have places to go.”

Despite my earlier plans, I decided that because I was already awake, I might as well play. Not that I minded. I always enjoyed tie-up games, even if I was on the receiving end in some of our games. And it was already nine in the morning.

“Okay, okay, but is it okay with you if I get dressed and eat first?”

My brother shrugged. “It’s okay to me.”

I nodded. I quickly stood up and made my bed, then went to change into more appropriate clothes in that cold house. My brother went out of the room and headed for the kitchen. I soon joined him, where I ate some of the food my mother left for me when I woke up.

After breakfast, I informed my brother that I’ll go to the bathroom to wash my face first and do my other morning rituals. My brother just nodded as I stood up to put my plate on the sink. I glanced at Andrew as I walked to the bathroom. I saw him go to the phone, pick it up, and dial a number. I paid no mind to it as I went in and washed my face.

I went back to my room and prepared myself. I wore three layers on my legs, and about five layers on my upper body. It was snowing outside, and I really wanted to remain warm as I walk to whatever place my brother plans to take me.

When I was absolutely sure that I was warmly dressed, I went down and found Andrew waiting for me, also dressed appropriately for the freezing winter weather. However, it wasn’t his clothes that caught my attention. Rather, it was what he was holding in his gloved covered hand. It was his pair of handcuffs.

“What are you doing with that?” I asked.

“Oh just come here,” he said. When we where near the door, he suddenly grabbed my arms, pulled them behind me, and cuffed them together. Now, with all my thick clothes, and my gloves, I could barely feel its iron grip upon my wrists, but my inability to slip them off testified to its effectiveness. That’s the nice thing about handcuffs. It makes for a quick way to start tie-up games.

“Are you sure you’re dressed for the weather outside?” my brother asked

I nodded.

“Well, then, good,” he said, as he opened the door.

We both stepped out. Lucky for us, it had already stopped snowing. The sky was white with clouds, and there was gentle but bitingly cold wind blowing. There were a few people about, but they paid us no attention other than the occasional greeting.

My cousin Donald (9), who was also our next door neighbour, saw us leave by our front door, and decided to join us. Together, we three walked towards our destination. We talked a bit while we were on our little trip, and everyone, myself included, acted as if walking while your hands were cuffed behind you wasn’t such a big deal.

We finally reached our destination—David’s house. We were quickly ushered in by David.

I immediately felt hot and uncomfortable as soon as I entered his house. Unlike my penny pinching parents, who’d try to save as much money by making us wear thicker clothes inside the house, David’s parents weren’t so miserly. It was such a relief to be in a warm place after waking up in a cold house and walking out in freezing weather.

My brother and cousin quickly removed their coats and hung it by the coat rack by the door. Andrew uncuffed me so I could remove my coat and scarf that I wore around my neck and under my great coat.

I thanked him as he helped me remove the coat and scarf. He tossed it to Donald who hung it in the coat rack. Andrew then recuffed me as soon as I was wearing the appropriate clothes for the warmth in David’s house.

“So, you called Angela?” asked Andrew as soon as we were settled on the living room.

I was seated on a couch while the others were standing. The fire on the fireplace kept us warm. David (10) would occasionally feed wood on it and shift it around using an iron poker.

“I did,” David replied.

“And she’ll come with Louise?”

“Yes,” said David.

“Excellent!” he chuckled. “When can they come?”

“In a bit, about half an hour,” he said.

“That’s even better,” my brother exclaimed. “We should take care of Tom here while we wait for the girls to arrive.”

“Hey! I’m already cuffed up! What do you mean take care of me?” I argued and asked, though I have a slight idea of what he meant by that.

Their sadistic smiles when they turned to me confirmed my worst fears.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Aug 01, 2011 12:38 pm

Great start! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes - Part II

Postby Tom Ford » Thu Aug 04, 2011 7:33 am

Thanks to sarumansauron for the comments!!!

Winter 1966-67

Andrew Strikes!!

Part II

Enter the Girls
(mm/m), (f/f)



Andrew grabbed me as David took the bag besides the couch I was sitting on and tossed the rope to Donald.

“I think we’ll take care of Tom here while you take care of your sisters,” Andrew suggested.

“Already thought of that!” David said. “Nancy! Cathy! Come over here!”

“They’re here?” Nancy, (9), David’s sister, shouted from upstairs. “Already?”

“Yes! Is Cathy ready?” David shouted back.

“Yes! Yes!” Nancy shouted back. We soon heard a couple of footsteps shuffle downstairs, and soon, both sisters came into view.

Nancy was wearing a long sleeved red dress that went to just below her knees, and thick white tights and black shoes. Over her dress she was wearing a red sweatshirt. She has her hair in a ponytail. Cathy was wearing a green skirt that came to her calves, halfway between her knees and ankles and a white blouse that was hidden by a thick green sweatshirt that she wore over it. Her hair was in a headband.

However, it wasn’t their attire that caught my attention. It was the fact that Cathy (7) was tied up and gagged. Her hands were tied behind her in a simple crisscross fashion and cinched, and rope was tied around her hands and waist and also cinched between her back and hands. It was obvious that David has taught Nancy well. A couple of strips of duct covered her mouth, and inside her mouth was a washcloth.

“So, did I do good, brother?” Nancy asked eagerly like a student showing off her work to a teacher.

David went over to his two sisters and carefully examined their bonds.

Meanwhile, at that very moment, Donald and Andrew were tying me up. I was pulled into a standing position before Andrew removed my handcuffs while my cousin held my hands at my back. I gave no resistance as my brother wrapped my hands with soft white rope vertically then horizontally, then vertically, before cinching it in the middle. My brother then wrapped the long trails from my bound wrists around my waist and wrists then knotted it off at the back. There was still a little length of rope left which my brother used to tightly cinch my waist ropes between my back and wrists. He finished by taking a roll of brown packaging tape from David’s bag and used it wrap my wrists into a fist, making it impossible to pick knots.

He then proceeded to my gag. He got a white handkerchief from David’s tie-up bag, folded it into a ball, and offered it before my mouth. I opened my mouth to receive it, and Andrew has no hesitation stuffing it in my mouth. He then took a scarf, knotted it in the middle, pushed the knot past my teeth, pushing further the handkerchief in my mouth, then tied it tightly behind my back.

“I know you think you can remove that gag,” Andrew said as he finished. “But if you do so, I’ll use tape, and I’ll wrap it around your head.”

I nodded. With a bit of struggling, face twisting, and tongue pushing, I could’ve removed my gag in no time, but I didn’t want tape wrapped around my head. That would be impossible to take off, so I took my lumps and decided not to remove my gag. I then was pushed into the couch.

As soon as I was seated, Donald bound my lower limbs. Using two short lengths, he quickly and efficiently bound my ankles and knees, both of them cinched.


The process of my binding did not hold my attention, however. The technique used was the same as we all had been using on each other for the past few weeks. What held my eyes were Nancy and Cathy and David as they went on.

“Not bad, not bad at all,” David replied to his sister’s query upon her tie-up job. “Crude, but effective,” he said. “What’s in her mouth?”

“A washcloth. I didn’t think it’d fit her tiny little mouth, but it did! Isn’t it right, Cathy?”

Cathy grunted and nodded.

“I think you better tie her feet too,” David advised.

“Then you’ll tie me up after this?” Nancy asked.

“Maybe,” said David. “Depends!”

“Aw c’mon, big brother! You told me you’d tie me up if I did a good job on her,” Nancy complained, pouted, and glared at David.

“Well, tie her knees and feet first,” David said, “then I’ll decide.”

“C’mon Cathy,” said Nancy, grabbing her sister by the arms and guiding her to sit on the same couch I was sitting on. Cathy sat with a little distance besides me as Donald and Andrew were still tying me up. I watched as Nancy tied Cathy’s ankles first. She then pulled her dress up so she could tie her knees under it. Both times it was cinched to David’s satisfaction. After Nancy was done, she pulled back her sister’s dress so that it was in its original position and covered Cathy’s bound knees.

They drew back when they saw us, sitting side by side on the couch. “Aren’t they cute!” Nancy remarked, patting us both on the head. She looked at her brother. “Tie me up, now!”

However, before her brother can reply, we heard a knock from the door.

David quickly opened the door, and Angela (10) and Louise (9) entered. Both were wearing thick coats over their clothes. Both were wearing thick bonnets and boots. Louise, in addition, has her hands inside a muff in front on her. Her coat’s collar was standing so that it covered her nose and mouth.

Angela quickly removed her thick coat and hung it on the coat rack. She was wearing under the very thick coat a yellow long sleeved knee-length full pleated dress, a black sweatshirt over it and a thick yellow scarf around her neck. She had thick black tights protecting her legs. Louise was standing there, just looking at us, apparently not moving or saying a thing as her companion made herself comfortable.

“Sorry for being late, boys,” said Angela, “but we were delayed.”

“By what?” asked David.

“By this,” said Angela as she unbuttoned Louise’s coat. She was wearing a blue full pleated skirt that reached to her calves, halfway between her knees and ankles, had thick white tights, a blouse that was under a thick blue sweater. The reason for her silence was clear. Her hands were behind her, crossed and tied up with rope. A rope encircled her waist and was connected with her wrist ropes. We could see that Angela merely stuffed her coat with paper to give the impression that Louise’s hands were in them. Around her mouth and neck was a blue scarf. When Angela removed it, it revealed that there was brown packaging tape circling around her head over her mouth, and over her mouth itself, under the encircling brown tape, was a couple of silver strips which covered her lips and her lower face. Her mouth was undoubtedly stuffed, a rolled up sock l later learned.

“What did you do?” asked Andrew, who was reeling over from the surprise upon seeing Louise tied-up.

“Well, David called telling me to come here with Louise, and I figured we’d play another tie-up game, so I decided to wrap Louise before coming here,” Angela explained. She looked at Cathy and me. “And looks like I’m right!”

“You better put her over here,” David said, pointing to the couches on the living room where Cathy and I were bound on one.

Angela frogmarched Louise and told her to sit besides me, which she did. Angela proceeded to tie her ankles, and her knees over the dress.

After further checking that her bonds were secure, she drew back to admire her handiwork.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes- Part II posted!

Postby sarumansauron » Thu Aug 04, 2011 12:05 pm

Good continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes- Part III

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Aug 09, 2011 4:59 am

Again, thank you sarumansauron for the kind words!

Winter 1966-67

Andrew Strikes!!

Part III

Nancy Shows What She Can Do
(f/f)



Angela looked at Louise in admiration of her handiwork, then looked at us. “What cute little captives,” she remarked.

At this point, my thoughts were that this was just another ordinary game staged by Andrew and his team to win another game. They already had Louise, and I, and they only needed Frank to win. It was all so ordinary, so routine, that I expected them to either call Frank, or for them to fetch Frank. However, the next thing that happened proved my assumptions wrong.

I could see Andrew look at David. He nodded at his friend, and David withdrew from his pocket a small loaded water pistol. He tossed the gun to Andrew. Angela turned to say something, but Andrew quickly trained the gun at Angela and before she could say a word, fired. A tiny patch of wet could be seen on Angela’s sweatshirt.

“Ha, ha, very funny,” she said.

“Well, it might be funny, but I got you just the same,” said Andrew. “Now come over here and put your hands behind your back!”

“Wait! You’re serious, are you?” she asked, still not believing this.

“Yes, very,” my older brother said.

“But we’re team mates!” Angela protested.

“Yes we are, but this isn’t a regular game,” my brother informed her. “This is something else.”

Defeated, Angela raised her arm. She vowed her vengeance on Andrew and David but the two just laughed at it. All of us were wondering what my brother and his co-conspirators were up to, and we won’t have long to wait.

Angela came over to my brother and put her hands behind her back.

“What’s this about?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” Andrew said as he readied the rope.

“Wait! Let me do it! I want to tie up Angela!” Nancy volunteered.

We all looked at her. Andrew looked at her brother.

“Why?” my brother finally asked.

“Big brother here still won’t tie me up,” Nancy replied, “so I want to tie Angela!”

That didn’t make much sense, but we were only nine and ten year olds, after all.

“David, what do you think?” asked Andrew.

“Let her tie Angie up,” said David. “She did a good enough job on her little sister, after all.”

Andrew nodded and tossed the piece of rope to Nancy.

David’s little sister caught the rope in her little hand and went to Angela, who already had her hands behind her.

“Make it good, because if it’s too tight or if it hurts, you’re so going to get it! I promise!” Angela said as Nancy began to wrap the rope around her hands.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got lots of practice,” said Nancy as she tied up Angela.

“You won’t get away with this! I’ll get you too, Nancy,” she said with a smile.

“I’ll be disappointed if you didn’t,” Nancy replied nonchalantly. So she proceeded with the tying. She first folded the rope in two, made a loop the end where the rope was folded. She fastened the rope on her wrists, then wrapped it horizontally, threaded the ends on the loop then wound it vertically, before tying it off and cinching it tight between her wrists. The rope used was a little short, so there wasn’t any left for a waist rope. However, David tossed another length of rope to his little sister which she used to tie her hands to her waist. The rope was wounded around her waist and wrists and cinched between her back and hands. She finally knotted it at the top of her hands, beyond the reach of her fingers.

David and Andrew had their eyes trained on the scene, so did the rest of us. It was the first time we had seen Nancy tie up anyone, let alone Angela. I had to admit that she did a pretty good job, which was amazing considering that she was a newbie, at least in tying someone else up as opposed to being tied up. Obviously, she had been listening to the lessons David was giving her.

“So, did I past the test?” she asked her brother.

“Yes. I don’t think she can get out of that,” said David.

Nancy gave a beam of pride at that.

“But don’t forget to gag her,” Andrew added.

“Oh yes,” she said as she rummaged her brother’s bag, finally getting a large handkerchief which she balled into a nice wad. She went and tore a few strips of tape which she put on the table besides where Angela was standing. She went and approached Angela. Angela knew what was coming so she kept her lips sealed.

“Open up,” she ordered.

Angela refused. She kept her mouth shut.

“I said, open up!” she said, slightly raising her voice.

Angela still refused.

Nancy looked to David and Andrew and Donald. “Can you tell her to open her mouth?” Nancy asked, exasperated at her stubborn refusal.

“I’m afraid you’re on your own,” laughed David.

Nancy pressed the handkerchief on her closed lips with her right hand, then used her left to suddenly tickle Angela on the ribs. Angela involuntarily opened her mouth at that, and in went the cloth. Nancy quickly inserted the wad inside, and in a matter of seconds, the entire thing was inside Angela’s mouth.

Angela glared at Nancy, but that’s all she could do. Nancy grabbed the strips of duct tape that she had prepared and quickly plastered Angela’s mouth before she could spit out the handkerchief. Soon, six strips covered the lower part of her face. She then went and took a large bandana from David’s back, used it to cover the Angela’s hair on the back of her head, took the packaging tape and wound it tight around Angela’s head over her mouth at least four times.

She finished by grabbing another piece of rope which she use on Angela’s ankles, and another one which she used to tie her knees above the dress.

“There!”

Angela grunted and glared at Nancy. She promised with her eyes revenge.

“Come on little sister, it’s your turn,” said David.

“Finally! Tie me up good, and I want to be gagged just like Angela!” Nancy said.

“Or else what?” said David.

“I’m going to make you miserable, brother!” she threatened before she put her hands behind her for her brother to tie up.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes- Updated! Part III!ted!

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Aug 09, 2011 1:22 pm

Another good continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes- Updated! Part III!ted!

Postby Wyatt9999 » Sat Aug 13, 2011 7:54 am

hehe I got to know in your games have you ever been shirtless and tied and tickled mercislly I like being tied up shirtless cause it makes me feel more helpless so I'm just wondering if it happened to you

Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes- Part IV posted!!!

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Aug 16, 2011 9:49 am

Thanks to sarumansauron. To Wyatt999, I was tickled lots of times while tied up, like in this part. But haven't been tied shirtless. I don't know why, it just didn't happen.

Winter 1966-67

Andrew Strikes

Part IV

Andrew's Revenge
(m/mf)


“I think its time to tell them what’s going on,” said Andrew as soon as David searched for more rope to bind her sister.

“You do it,” said David. “I’m going to tie up Nancy here.”

“Suit yourself. Now let’s get to business,” said Andrew. “Tom, Louise, and especially you, Angela, the reason you’re tied up here has nothing to do with any games. We’re not playing. Rather it is me getting you back for what you did a few days ago. Remember when you tied up Betty and Maggie? I wanted to tie little sister up first, and you had to spoil it! And I warned you repeatedly not to violate that rule, but what did you do when I wasn’t around?”

I was silent as I was too stunned to do anything, not that I could do much at all given my current situation. Angela immediately began to struggle and shout and make as much ruckus as she could, but she can’t do much. She was angry that Andrew would get revenge over this.

“Oh shut up, Angela, or I’ll hogtie you,” Andrew snapped.

It calmed her down.

At the same time that he was telling us why we were here, David had been binding his little sister. His tie-up work was identical to what Nancy did to Angela: Nancy’s hands were crossed behind her, were tied in a crisscross fashion horizontally and vertically, then cinched in the middle, then tied around her waist and hands and cinched between her back and wrists.

“Now, David, Donald and I decided that we’ll have to punish you for that,” Andrew, meantime, said, continuing his speech.

“Hey, will I be involved in the punishment?” asked Nancy.

“No. You and Cathy will just watch,” said his brother as he tied up Nancy.

“Ha! Serves you right, Angie!” said Nancy, who then stuck out her tongue at Angela.

Angela loudly grunted at Nancy, to which David’s blond sister responded, “you can’t say anything! I can! Ha! Ha! You’re such a loser!”

Angela grunted more, and Nancy said, “Angela, you’re so mmpphhh—” Whatever she has to say was cut off when David put a rolled up sock into her talking open mouth.

“I’m sorry, but you talk too much,” said David.

Donald tore a couple of strips of tape which he put on Nancy’s mouth. David tied a bandana around the back of her head to protect her. After that, he finally wrapped the packaging tape around her head over her mouth, identically to how Angela was gagged. He finished by tying her legs and ankles, and putting her besides me in the couch.

“Ah, silence,” said Andrew, who was interrupted by the one way spat between Angela and Nancy. “Where was I? Oh yes. Well, we are going to punish you for breaking the nine-year-old rule. How? Well, we’ll do it the old fashioned way. We’ll tickle you!”

Little did I know that I was about to experience one of the most intense tickle sessions that I have every gone through.

“Donald, you go first!” Andrew invited.

“Thanks cousin,” said Donald as he approached me. He removed his gloves which he kept on him when we entered the house. He quickly dug his fingers into my armpit. Now, even though David’s house was way warmer than my house, it was still cool, so I still had my sweater on, which meant that I was partially shielded from the tickling fingers especially as I was now tied up and it would be impossible to remove it with me bound. However, I was very sensitive in the armpit area, and soon, I lost it.

I gave out a smattering of giggles, but it was really loud laughs without the gag. Using his other hand, he tickled my other armpit, and soon, I was laughing as hard as I can considering my situation. He did not stop to give me breaks. I tried to shout “Stop!”, “I’m sorry!” but whatever I said was garbled by my gag.

I was nearly in tears by the time he stopped about a couple of minutes later. I breathed deeply, but my gag limited it only through my nose. However, the respite was brief as David replaced Donald as my tickler, and he immediately sent me into laughing hell. In fact, he was even crueller than my cousin.

I could hear Angela, besides me, laugh as well. It didn’t sound loud, but that was because of the gag. It was continuous. I couldn’t see her, but it was plain to me that she got as good, if not worse, than what I got. It was Andrew who tickled Angela and he seemed to relish the chance to tickle her little body until she laughed her head off. I could also hear Louise laugh, but it wasn’t as intense. My new friend was only tickled when Donald got off me and my cousin went to her, but he didn’t tickle her as intensely as I was. Donald later told me that she was new, he didn’t know her that much compared to the others, and that he didn’t know her limits so he didn’t tickle her as much. But to Louise at least, she told me later, it was the worst tickling experience she had in her nine years on earth. Nancy and Cathy watched on, bound and gagged, from their positions, presumably glad that they weren’t sharing our fate.

After about fifteen minutes, they stopped. I was glad. I was getting ready to burst. I was red and breathing hard, and despite the cold weather, I was dripping in sweat.

“Now that you know the consequences of what will happen to rule breakers,” Andrew said, “I’ll ask you, are you sorry that you broke the nine-year-old rule? If you’re not, then we’ll tickle you until you are!”

I immediately nodded my head. I was really sorry when we were caught by my mother, and besides, I was willing to do anything to avoid more tickling.

Louise did too. She was more the follower than leader in this case, and she didn’t relish to be tickled more.

However, Angela, to our surprise, defiantly shook her head.

Andrew only laughed. “I’m glad you refused!” he said as he immediately dug her fingers into her ticklish parts. He by now knew where she was really ticklish, and soon, she was laughing hard. Her resistance soon collapsed, and the next time my brother asked her if she was sorry, she nodded her head.

“I’m glad you’re all sorry,” Andrew said. “We’ll leave you here until lunch so you can think about what you did!”

The nerve of my brother! He was only a year older than us, yet sometimes, he’s acting like he’s ten years my senior.

But what can we do, tied up as we were?

David went to where Nancy and Cathy were sitting. He went and tried to untie her, but Nancy scooted away and shook her head.

“You don’t want me to untie you now?” asked David.

“Ummmphhh,” Nancy said, shaking her head.

“Let me remove your gag,” said David.

Nancy shook her head. “Nmmmmpph,” she said. “Mmmpph phnnnn mmphhh phhhh!”

“So when do you want to be untied?” asked David.

Nancy looked at us, and said, “mmpphh.”

“Oh!” Andrew interjected. “You want to be untied the same time they are?”

“Ummphh mphhhh phhhhh!” Nancy was now nodding her head.

“What about you, Cathy?” asked David. “You want to be freed?”

Cathy looked at her sister. Nancy grunted and shook her head.

Cathy then looked at his brother, and shook her head.

“Well, if that is what you both want, it’s fine with me,” said David.

With that, they left us alone.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes- Updated! Part III!

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Aug 16, 2011 12:08 pm

Great continuation! I liked the torture of tickles mainly. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes- Part V

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:04 am

Again, thanks to sarumansauron for the comments!!


Winter 1966-67

Andrew Strikes

Part V

Angela Throws the Dice (m+f/mf+)


They left us alone. I started to struggle; however, with my wrists taped into a fist, I can’t untie anyone. However, the others fists weren’t taped. I grunted to Angela to untie my hands.

She was ahead of me, however. Luckily, we were side by side, so we quickly worked ourselves into a standing position back to back. Louise and Nancy and Cathy just watched us. She felt for the edge of the packaging tape imprisoning my right wrist, and started tugging on it. Luckily, her fingers were sharp enough to pick off the edge, then peel it off. It took a couple of minutes, and a lot of hopping, but my fingers on my right hand were free.

I then immediately went and felt for the knots on Angela’s wrists. I soon found it, and after a couple of tugging, was able to undo the knot. The rest was fairly simple, and within a minute, she, or her hands, was totally free.

She quickly went and freed her ankles and knees while I turned my back on her to patiently wait for her to free me. Instead, I suddenly felt my right hand fingers get bunched into a fist again by a tiny hand, and before I knew it, it was wrapped in tape again. Since she only removed the tape in my right hand in the first place, and I was able to pick out the knots using only my right hand, my left fingers were still taped. So it was again useless.

It happened so fast that it was over before I can give any resistance. I was pulled and shoved into the couch by Angela. She still had her gag on, but I can see she was smiling in her eyes. She went to Louise and Nancy and Cathy, and taped all their hands into fists.

What was Angela’s game I had no idea. I was angry at her for her betrayal, and I showed it by giving her a piece of her mind. It came out garbled, weak, and pathetic through my gag. She turned at me before she merely shrugged. She put her hands behind her head to remove the tape wrapped around her head, but before she can do so, she heard voices and footsteps. As it would take too much time and noise to remove her gag, she went and hid behind the couch.

It was Andrew. He was alone.

He walked and suddenly stopped, as he stared at the couch, seeing four, not the five captives he was expecting. He stood there, when suddenly, Angela jumped out and pointed a small loaded water pistol at him. Where she got it I don’t know (I later learned that she had one in the pocket of her dress. No one bothered to search her while tying her up.)

Andrew was surprise as he stared at the barrel of the gun, held by a girl who was still gagged. He promptly raised his hand.

Angela held her pistol at her left hand, pointed at Andrew, while using her right to remove the brown tape encircling her head and the silver duct tape plastered across her face. She spat out the sodden cloth from her mouth.

“Andrew,” Angela began, “that was dirty of you. Your Mom already punished us for what we did!”

“Yes. I wanted to be the first one get Betty, and you, well, you spoiled my plans,” said Andrew, somewhat pathetically.

“Not that I mind being tied up, so I’ll let you go if you promise me one thing,” said Angela.

“What?” asked my brother.

“We’ll get Frank, win a game, then I want Louise, Nancy, and Tom as my hostages.”

“What do you mean?” asked Andrew.

“After the game,” said Angela, “I want to take those three to my house, and I’ll hold them hostage the entire afternoon.”

“I don’t think so,” said Andrew. “Frank is out of town for today, don’t you remember? He just left this morning.”

“Oh right!” said Angela. “Well, anyway, I’ll change it. I’ve learned my lesson, and I want to be part of you.”

“What?” asked Angela.

“I want to be part of the captors, but I’ll be in charge,” said Angela. “You had your revenge on me, so let’s join forces once again.”

“And if I don’t agree?” asked Andrew.

“Then I’ll tie you up,” said Angela. To emphasize the point, she squirted Andrew. “You’re my prisoner, and you’ve got to do what I say.”

“Okay, but only for this day,” said Andrew. “What do you want me to do?”

“Call the others—David and Donald,” she said. “Tell them of our new arrangement.”

My brother sighed. I didn’t know whether to feel sorry for him or not. As far as I’m concerned, both he and Angela, at that moment, were just the same. I was peeved at both of them.

“Donald went home,” said Andrew. “So it’s just David. DAVID!” he yelled.

David went down, and was utterly surprised by what he saw, but was even more surprised by what Andrew agreed upon. But he acquiesced after my brother explained that they have to do what Angela said.

“Untie their feet and knees,” said Angela. “We’ll take them upstairs, to Nancy’s room.”

Andrew and David quickly untied our lower limbs, and helped us to our feet.

We were marched upstairs to Nancy’s room where we were seated on the carpeted floor.

Angela stood before us, straightened out the skirt of her dress and spoke.

“You might be wondering what this is all about?” she asked.

“Yeah,” said Andrew. “Why didn’t you just free them?”

“I like them better tied up,” she said, pointing to us. “I thought we’d have Louise, Tom, and Frank as prisoners when you called me up here. That’s what I expected and that’s why I’ll get! Except that I’m willing to trade Frank for Nancy and Cathy!”

“Oooh! So you want them? Well, they’re yours,” said Andrew, laughing.

“Why thank you,” she sarcastically said, then made a mock curtsey, and pointed at us. “Tie their feet and legs.”

Andrew and David looked at each other, shrugged, and proceeded to do her bidding anyway. They picked up several pieces of rope that Nancy had in her drawer and used it to bind our ankles and knees.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes- Part V posted!

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Aug 23, 2011 11:30 am

Another great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes- Part V

Postby Tom Ford » Sat Aug 27, 2011 9:23 am

Thanks again to sarumansauron for your comments!!!!

Winter 1966-67

Andrew Strikes

Part VI

Conclusion
(f/mf+)


So there we were, at the mercy of Angela. We four—Nancy, Cathy, Louise, and I, were bound and gagged at Nancy’s room sitting on the floor. I was sitting at the middle, with Nancy on my left and Louise on my right. Cathy was besides Louise.

Without warning, she suddenly assaulted us with tickling. She first tickled me on the stomach, but quickly shifted her target. She went and gave brief tickles to Cathy and Louise, but her true target was Nancy, the one who tied her up and gagged her.

“Told you I’d get you back for tying me up,” she said as she dug her fingers on the blonde. She thrashed around, but tied up as she was, she couldn’t escape her fate. We all watched as Angela tickled her mercilessly. Nancy laughed hard. In fact, the sounds coming from her gagged mouth was loud, indicating her state. Angela would pause for a little while to allow her to recover her breathe, then tickle her again, and again, and again. It lasted for a couple of minutes until Angela finally stopped. Poor Nancy. As for Cathy, she escaped being intensely tickled. After all, she hadn’t participated in tying up Angela.

Finally, when she was done with the tickling, she took one of the bandanas from David’s tie-up bag and blindfolded me. I tried my best to resist but it was futile. I was soon blind to the world, and I strained as best as I could to listen to whatever was happening.

I heard a couple of whisperings among our captors, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying to each other. I felt a couple of movements, a couple of grunts among my fellow captives, but nothing to indicate what might be happening. I felt each of my fellow captives get off the couch, until finally, I was alone, sitting. I heard their footsteps move up the stairs. After a few minutes of absolute silence, I figured I was alone and tried to stand up. However, a pair of hands suddenly pushed my back to the couch by my shoulders. “Don’t try anything,” I heard Andrew say.

Oh great. He was probably watching me the entire time. I guess that I should forget all thought of escape.

I waited, and waited, and after about twenty minutes, I heard more footsteps, and suddenly, my blindfold was taken off.

I looked around, and saw David, Angela, and Andrew staring back at me. The bound girls were nowhere to be seen.

“Tommy,” Angela began, “we are going to let you go. Thank your brother here for that.” She briefly paused and looked at Andrew. “As for the others, they’re my captives until I decide otherwise!”

I looked at them puzzled as my brother and David untied me. As soon as I was able to speak, I asked, “Where are the girls?”

“Oh I hid them somewhere in the house,” said Angela. “I won’t tell you where they are.”

“I think I can find out,” I said, standing up.

“You’re welcome to try,” she said.

I immediately went up the stairs, and listening quietly, I was able to hear faint grunts coming from Nancy’s room. I immediately entered, followed by Angela, Andrew, and David. I wasn’t disappointed.

Nancy, Cathy, and Louise were seated on the floor, their backs leaning on the wall, bound and gagged the same way as I last saw them. They stared at us as we took stock of their situation.

“If you don’t want to join them again, don’t try to free them,” my brother sternly warned.

“I won’t,” I said. They looked pleadingly at me, but I wasn’t about to free them. In fact, I quite enjoyed the sight.

“So what will you do with them?” I asked.

“Oh I’ll keep them like that for a while,” Angela said, which elicited grunts from her captives.

***

I’d like to say that I stuck around the girls, but it soon became boring just staring at them and talking with the others that Andrew, David and I left the room leaving Angela watching over her captives. We played a bit before we were informed by Mrs. Scott that it was time for lunch.

We went to the kitchen where we sat around the table. David went up to inform the girls. Mr. Scott was not at home, so it was just David’s Mom and us kids. We waited for David and the girls to join us.

After five minutes, Nancy, Cathy, Louise, Angela, and David joined us. It was obvious to all that Nancy, Cathy, and Louise were tied up because of the rope marks on their arms. They were a bit lively and talkative, probably relishing the ability to talk again after being gagged for so long.

“So, you’ve been tying each other up again?” Mrs. Scott mentioned when she noticed the rope marks on their hands.

The girls just giggled at that.

“Just be careful,” she said.

***

After lunch, though nobody said a word about it, we decided not to continue our tie-up games, for that afternoon at least. I later learned that Angela extracted a promise from the three girls that in exchange for letting them go, they were still Angela’s captives and that she could tie them up whenever she wanted to. It would lead to a little grumbling, and they would get their revenge upon the fiery redhead, but that is another story. For now, Angela did not press the issue, and the girls played their own games. Andrew and I stayed for a while, before going home at about three in the afternoon.

That was the last memorable tie-up incident that I was involved in for that year. 1966 was drawing to a close and the start of 1967 would promise even better tie-up games for our little band of TUGgers. The next game would happen in the second week of January. It would involve Maggie, who would turn nine. And this time, unlike the first one, it would be legitimate and without a worry of being scolded by our parents.

Anyway, that is the next story. How did we do it? Well, read the next part and find out.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes- Story Complete!!!!

Postby xtc » Sat Aug 27, 2011 10:11 am

Thank you, Mr. Ford. A Tootul Err,as they say. (I think!)
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes- Story Complete!!!!

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Aug 29, 2011 3:49 pm

Another great story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Andrew Strikes- Story Complete!!!!

Postby canuck100 » Mon Aug 29, 2011 4:54 pm

Great story indeed! I always look forward to your next installments...