DiD:s

Postby lasse672000 » Tue May 01, 2012 7:21 am

Tom hung up the phone, turned around and said: “Right! Everything is arranged: as soon as I leave, the clock begins to tick. Remember, in a couple of hours from now, it’ll be all over. Bye for now!”

My sister and I looked at each other, all but jumping up and down and giggling as little girls bursting with excitement. As part of the game, we were dressed alike: leather boots, thick, red pantyhose, denim mini-skirts, and black-and-white chequered, long-sleeved blouses. We waved good-bye to him, carefully closed the door, “forgetting” to lock it, and sat down in the living-room to watch some TV.
As the movie we were watching was so exciting, we never noticed the front door being silently opened and four boys sneaking in, until they suddenly stood in front of us. Without saying a word, they yanked us to our feet, and swiftly tied our hands behind our backs. Then, still without saying a word, they pushed us outside and into the back of a van. The doors were slammed shut, leaving two of the guys in there with us. They used two more pieces of rope, and tied our knees together, as the van drove off. Bandanas, with tennis-balls tied inside them, were used as gaggers.

The van drove around for a while, and when it finally stopped, we were pushed outside and into a hut. Inside, we were tied, back to back, to the post in the middle, with long ropes around our upper arms and chests, wastes, (in the process squeezing our hands between our bodies and the post) and ankles. Trapping our wrists like that, made sure we weren’t going to get at the knots.
“O.K girls”, one of the guys said, with an evil grin on his face. “Let’s see how long it takes for him to find you! You see, I did put a note in your house telling him where you are, as we agreed”, he put up a sad face eyes glowing with delight, “but with a few red herrings thrown in, just for the fun of it. And I set a time-limit of four hours, in which to find you.”
When they saw that we started panicking when he said that, they started laughing. “Don’t worry!” he said. “Your’knight in shining armour’ will find you, just as we agreed. We’ll leave you now, to contemplate your fate. BYYE!” They went out, closed and barred the door. We heard the van start and drive away.
We started pulling at the ropes, trying to get free, but to no use. The knots were just too expertly made. Our hands being trapped the way they were, didn’t help either. We just had to face it; we were tied to a post in a hut, probably in the middle of nowhere, and there was no way we were going to get free on our own.
Instead, we started ‘mmphing’ to one another, just to reassure ourselves, and keep us from panicking.
“I’m actually starting to like this!” I thought after a while. “I wonder if Pats is?” Pats, or Patricia, that’s my sister. I looked over my shoulder, and as far as I could see, she was.

I don’t know how long we stood there, but suddenly I could see the door-handle move. When the door didn’t open, we heard Tom telling us to relax, and that he’d get us out of there as soon as possible. Suddenly the old, leaky door shattered and he fell flat on his face, on the floor. Behind the gag, I smiled at the sight, as I’m sure Pats was too. He took out a Swiss army-knife from his back-pocket, and started carving at the ropes holding us to the pole. For some reason, the blade he used was blunt, so it took him quite a while, but in the end we were freed from the pole. Without carving the other ropes off, he ushered us out to a waiting car, inside of which the other four guys sat, grinning from ear to ear. “I told you so, didn’t I?” one of them said. “He did find you in the end. Didn’t he?”

After a rather uncomfortable ride back home, with us girls sitting in the lap of one boy each, we were finally completely freed. As the others left, I couldn’t help but tell them what I thought of their little stunt. “Please, let’s do it again sometime soon, will you? I really enjoyed it.”
My earlier suspicions were confirmed, as Pats said: “Me too!”
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Re: DiD:s

Postby Chloé Badelaine » Wed May 02, 2012 1:52 am

Hmmm !
Entertaining and cute as always...
Thank you for this new sweet little piece dear !
What I say is, a town isn't a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it's got a bookstore it knows it's not fooling a soul.

Re: DiD:s

Postby lasse672000 » Wed May 02, 2012 2:28 am

My pleasure!
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Re: DiD:s

Postby SelenaGfan » Wed May 02, 2012 3:18 am

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Re: DiD:s

Postby lasse672000 » Wed May 02, 2012 5:45 am

Vivianfan wrote:More please I ejoyed read this story.

Your wish is my command. Just give me a couple of hours.
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Re: DiD:s

Postby lasse672000 » Wed May 02, 2012 7:04 am

A couple of days later, Tom told me to change into my leotard and pantyhose, as he wanted to play another DiD-game, this time at home and with him being the kidnapper. I did as he asked of me, and while I did, he took out some rope. He got me as soon as I got out of the bedroom-door, tied my hands behind my back, and lead me to a chair in the living-room, tied my waist and feet to it(thus trapping my hands between the back-rest and my body), and gagged me. He put a pouch over my head, so I couldn’t see a thing.

Suddenly I heard the front-door being opened, and my sisters’ voice saying:”Hello! Anybody at...” That was as far as she got, before commotion broke out. A few minutes later, I heard a chair being pulled up next to me and someone was pushed into it. I heard grunts, but they seemed to be male! “What the hell!” I thought. “Has SHE captured HIM, and tied him to the chair?” Perplexed, I desperately wanted to see what was going on.
As if hearing my thoughts, the pouch was lifted off of my head. I looked around, and saw I was right. My petite little sister Pats had indeed captured my big, strong boyfriend Tom! He was actually tied to a chair next to me and gagged. I was amazed at the sight, but not half as amazed as when I saw Pats! She was dressed as some kind of a super-heroine, complete with cape and all. “Ha, ha!” she laughed in a very theatrical sort of way. “Now I’ve got you both! I will torture you until you tell me what I want to know! Know this; I am not known as being merciful!”

She went behind our chairs, and started tickling my sides and ribcage, until I yelled as loud as I could from behind my gag. When tears of laughter started pouring down my cheeks, she turned her attention to Tom, giving him pretty much the same treatment. She went back and forth between us, tickling us until we couldn’t take it anymore. She left us alone for a couple of minutes, and I looked over at Tom. He looked every bit as chocked as I was. He had probably planned capturing both Pats and me, but something had obviously not been going according to the plans.

She came back carrying two stools, onto which she tied our feet. She gracefully sat down in front of us, crossing her legs as she did so. She took Toms socks off, and started tickling his feet, until he screamed his head off. Then, she did the same thing to me. Having satisfied her curiosity as to the degree of our “ticklishness”, she rose and got two bandanas that she used as blindfolds. I could not hear the gentle thud as she sat down, so when she spoke it came as kind of a surprise. “Now; I will continue tickling you, but from now on, you will not know to whom or with what I will do it.”
The next two hours were pure torture. She seemed to concentrate all her efforts on me, as I couldn’t hear Tom’s voice.
When it was done, I expected to be freed, but instead I heard Tom say: “You know she looks so cute, I think I’ll keep her tied up, one way or another, till tomorrow. That’ll give us plenty of time for some serious fun!”
Then it dawned on me; he had only been tied up for as long as I could see him! As soon as I was blindfolded, he had been released! Suddenly, commotion broke out again. When it stopped, my blindfold was taken off, and I had yet another chock! This time, it was my sister who was tied in the chair next to me. This time, however, she stayed that way, until it was time for us to go to bed. Or rather, I was tied spread-eagle, still fully clothed, on my bed, and she poor thing, was tied to a chair in our bedroom, gagged, had her ears plugged and was blindfolded. In fact, when Tom was done wrapping her head in strips of cloth and tape, the only thing visible, was about half of her nose. Even her shoulder-length hair had been bundled up and stuffed into the cocoon around her head.

After what must have been a very uncomfortable night for her (I only guess so, because mine was) she was released and went home. I expected to be released too, but Tom only shook his head and said: “Nah, I don’t think so! I like the way you look.” In fact, he liked it so much he kept me tied to the bed all day!
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Re: DiD:s

Postby sarumansauron » Thu May 03, 2012 2:44 pm

Cool story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!