Camp Oohiwannatieya (f/m, f/m, f/m, fff/mmm) *Chapter 4*

Postby Thedeathecchi » Wed Dec 28, 2016 10:34 pm

Hi, hi! TDE here. This is my first story on this site, and my second story that doesn't delve into the more mature aspect of this sort of subject. I plan on making it a series, and chances are you (hopefully) won't have to wait long between updates, because the ideas are just fighting to get out, like a Hunger Games of creativity. First, a bit of background:

[Camp Oohiwannatieya]

Three boys spend an unforgettable summer at a camp where three strange girls use ropes, gags, and feet to get their way.

-/-/-/-/-

The Boys

Joel Crane (13): Leader of his friends and very kind-hearted, but also naive and trustworthy. Likes being tied up and made to smell girl's feet. (Black, black hair and brown eyes.)

Lewis Argo (13): A goofball and always tries to make clever jokes, with mixed results. Likes dominant girls. (White, brown hair, blue eyes.)

Austin Smith (13): Shy and awkward, but the most intelligent of his friends in terms of book smarts. Enjoys being a captive for powerful women. (White, sandy hair, brown eyes.)

-/-/-/-/-

The Girls

Sadie DeLang (13): Confident, mischievous, daring. Likes making boys smell her feet and does her best to keep them as smelly as possible (can go weeks without changing shoes or socks). (White, black hair with a pink streak, green eyes.)

Isobel Martinez (13): Athletic and controlling. Believes men should be subservient to women. Likes tickle torture, panty gagging, and kissing. (Latina, brown hair, brown eyes.)

Nicole Green (13): Geeky and self-conscious about her weight, but loves squeezing boy's heads between her thighs. (White, blonde hair, brown eyes.)

-/-/-/-/-

Now that you know the characters, on with the story!

-/-/-/-/-

The bus rumbled to a stop shortly after reaching the front of a massive wooden arch. Carved into it, nestled between a bunch of symbols, was the name of the camp: Oohiwannatieya. "Here we are, kids!" barked the driver. With a jerk of the lever, the doors hissed open. "Everybody out!" The aisle was a miniature war zone as kids ran out at full speed, whooping and hollering, excited at the prospect of a summer without parents.

Three children in the back waited until the chaos died down before moving themselves. The first, a black boy with short, curly black hair, pulled up the handle of his rolling backpack and strolled down the aisle, whistling a tune to himself.

Next was another boy, with pale, freckled skin and brown hair that complimented his chocolate brown eyes. Hoisting his bag, he followed his friend, motioning for the third member of their group to hurry up and come along.

Finally, there was one more boy, a bit scrawnier and shorter than the other two, with black eyes hidden behind coke-bottle glasses. Picking up his massive bag, which almost dwarfed him, he scurried after his friends, nearly tripling.

Joel Crane jumped off the bus, taking a deep inhale and smiling wide. "Smell that clean air guys?" he asked, brown eyes twinkling. "That smells like freedom."

"Really?" Lewis Argo replied, grinning ear to ear. "Smells like teen spirit to me." He slapped his knee and howled at his own joke, looking around at his friends. "Nothing? Yeesh, tough camp."

A yelp sounded behind them, and the final member of the group, Austin Smith, nearly fell as he tried to carry his backpack. Joel rushed forward and caught him just before he hit the ground, and set down the bag.

"Thanks, Joel." said Austin. "This thing is really heavy."

"Why did you even pack so much?"

"It was my mom's idea. You know how much of a worrywart she is."

Joel and Lewis did, all too well, since they'd been friends for as long as they could remember. The three began making their way to the mess hall, where all the other kids seemed to be going. The sky was clear, the weather fair, and the breeze cool and refreshing, bringing with it promise of excitement and summer.

When the trio's parents had come to them with brochures advertising Camp Oohiwannatieya, there had been some apprehension. They were looking forward to spending the summer at home, nestled in the comfort and familiarity of suburbia. But after seeing all the games, activities, beautiful natural landscape of the camp, and finding out that they would be without their parents, Joel, the de facto leader of their group, was all for it, and his two best friends soon followed.

Counsellors began urging kids into the mess hall, shouting over the chaotic din only a swarm of tweens and teens could provide. Inside, kids bustled about, looking for seats, connecting with friends old and new, and waiting for the assembly to start. Joel spied a table towards the back and motioned for his friends.

"C'mon, guys, before it gets taken!" He raced towards it, and was about to take it when someone crashed into him, nearly sending him sprawling to the ground. "Hey, watch where you're..." Joel's voice trailed off as he looked at the girl that nearly had him kissing linoleum.

The first thing he noticed was her hair, which was jet black, except for a pink streak on the right. The next were her sparkling green eyes, that might as well have been emerald plucked from an ancient, long-forgotten tomb. She wore a green and white striped shirt, a pink skirt, and long black socks that ended in worn black shoes.

"Sorry, dude." she apologized, her voice like music. "Didn't notice anyone else was gunning for this spot." She held out a black-nailed hand. "Sadie DeLang."

"J-Joel Crane." spoke the stunned boy, blushing as his friends and Sadie giggled at the way his voice cracked.

"Hey, Sadie, we found a spot!" came a voice over the crowd.

"Be right there!" she shouted back. She faced Joel and batted her eyelashes. "Gotta cut this meeting short. Later..." She leaned forward and planted a kiss on Joel's cheek. "...cutie." She turned on her heel and headed towards the opposite end of the hall, skirt swaying as she walked.

"Wow...day one and already stealing hearts. You lucky dog." grinned Lewis, elbowing his red-faced friend in the ribs.

-/-/-/-/-

Sadie was all smiles as she joined her friends at the table, setting aside her backpack. Next to her was Isobel Martinez, her best friend from all the way back when they were infants. Skin the alluring color of caramel, with brown hair and eyes. She wore a black and green sports bra and matching pair of Lycra shorts, toned legs and stomach on full display. A few guys had glanced her way, eyeing her up and down, but all she had to do was bare her teeth and crack her knuckles and they would back off instantly.

The final member of her group, Nicole Green, was writing in her journal, as per usual. Though Sadie had met the shy girl during her first year of grade school, they forged a quick, lasting friendship. She was heavier than her friends, and though she wouldn't fit into a size zero the fashion companies seemed to think was the standard, she certainly wasn't massive. Sadie had called her perfect the way she was, 'pleasingly plump', and it had brought the biggest smile to her face. She wore a beige dress and brown flats, hoping the low-key colors would draw as little attention as possible.

"What's got you all smiley?" asked Isobel, toying with a strand of hair.

Sadie giggled as she rested her arms on the table. "Cute guy just over there." She pointed in the direction where Joel and his friends were sitting.

Isobel stopped flying with her hair and stared. "Seriously? Day one and you're already stealing hearts?"

"I can't help it." replied the pink-streaked girl, though the coy smile on her face told she hadn't tried to help it even a little. "He looked so sweet and innocent."

Her Latina friend laughed. "And that just makes you wanna take control of him, doesn't it?"

"Totally."

Next to her, Nicole allowed a small smile at her friend's antics.

When the assembly was over, the boys and girls were split up and led to opposite ends of the camp. Joel managed to get one last look at Sadie as he and his friends were leaving, and she gave him a wink and a flirty smile before disappearing out the door with the rest of the girls.

Joel, Lewis, and Austin had a rather spacious cabin all to themselves, and their suitcases were waiting inside for them, along with three small, but separate beds. The wood floors and walls of the cabin gave it a rustic feel, and there were a few shelves and a coffee table to put their things, and some small chairs.

"Lunch is in the mess hall at noon." said Frank, a friendly young adult who had been counselor at the camp for a few years. "Bathrooms are just outside the main office down the road, and dinner's at eight, with lights out at nine. No sneaking out, and no going to the girls' cabins. Got it, guys?"

"We got it." the three chorused.

The second Frank left, the three hollered and cheered. The standard rules of summer camp aside, it was their first taste of independence, and it was exhilarating beyond words.

"Dibs!" called out Lewis as he got the bed by the window. Joel and Austin took the other two, near the door and back doors, respectively.

The trio opened their suitcases and began decorating the cabin, chattering excitedly about their plans for the summer...

-/-/-/-/-

Sadie let out a pleasurable sigh as she collapsed on her bed. "Home sweet home for the next three months."

"It's not bad." Isobel replied as she kicked off her trainers. The second she did, Sadie pinched her nose and waved her hand in front of her face.

"Phew, Iz, warn us next time!" Her smile, however, revealed the good nature of her jab. "At least let us open a window."

Isobel laughed and flexed her socked feet. "Shut up; you've got the stinkiest feet out of all of us, and you know it."

Grinning, Sadie pried off her shoes. Even with socks on, the cabin became filled with the odor of the punk girl's pungent feet. "Darn right, I do." she boasted, swelling with pride at her foot smell.

"So, anyway..." cut in Nicole, wrinkling her nose slightly as the scent of cheese and vinegar filled the cabin. "What do you guys have for...fun?"

The three shared gleeful, wicked looks as they opened their suitcases.

When the three had first formed their tight-knit group, they discovered they all held a common interest; tie-up games, or TUGs. None of them truly knew why they were wired they did, but they knew enough; they liked tying up and dominating boys. Sadie would occasionally kidnap one of the neighbor boys and bind them, either in a chair or strict hogtie. Her skin would break out in goosebumps and electricity course through her as she watched them struggle and beg to be let go. When she got tired of their cries, she'd stuff her worn panties or socks in their mouths, and torture them further with her feet. And as she grew, so did her nerve, skill, and passion.

Isobel was a bit different. She grew up in a house with five older brothers, and grew up strong, tough, and fiercely independent. When one of them had mouthed off to her one too many times, she had snapped, tied him up, and kept him hostage for an entire night. Since then, her brothers (and most of the boys in the neighborhood) were terrified of this dominatrix-in-training, while the neighborhood girls revered her as a feminist icon.

Nicole, however, being so shy, had only one TUG experience in her life; a friend of hers from long ago. After tying him to her bed, he'd panicked and gotten scared, begging to be let go. She'd released him, and afterwards, had never talked to her again. A few months later, his family moved away, leaving her ashamed and heartbroken. Since then, she'd kept her fantasies between herself, Sadie, and Isobel, the only two people in the world who seemed to understand her.

"These'll do nicely!" Sadie squealed in delight as she held up the wound coils of thick rope she packed. She planned on doing a lot of TUGs with the boys at camp, and wanted to make sure she was well-stocked. Besides her clothes and plenty of rope, she'd brought along rolls of duct tape, and some unwashed socks and panties she kept sealed in Ziploc bags.

"Great collection." smirked Isobel. "But I brought some stuff that's a bit more...heavy-duty." She spun around her suitcase and showed off her assortment of paddles, along with a whip and riding crop. To Sadie and Nicole's great surprise, she also had several handcuffs, some thick leather straps, and a few ballgags. In a small shopping bag was her own bundle of unwashed clothes. But then Sadie spied something in plastic poking out from beneath her clothes.

"What's that?" the punk girl asked.

Isobel tsk'd and pushed away the mystery package. "Boys' eyes only, Sadie."

"Fine, fine, keep your secrets." The pair turned to Nicole, who looked at them awkwardly.

"W-What?" she asked, avoiding their gazes.

"What'd you bring?"

Nicole mumbled softly, "Nothing, really. Just...a bit of rope. A scarf."

Isobel balked. "One scarf!? Dios mio, it's like it's your first day of TUGs, Nicole!"

"Calm down, Iz. You know why she's like this." Putting a comforting arm around her friend, Sadie gave the shy girl a smile. "Nicole, you're welcome to anything in my suitcase if you need it. Go bag and gag yourself a boy."

"Oh, Sadie, thank you, but I couldn't--"

"Ah, ah, I insist. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't help a friend get hers?"

Isobel sighed at the two and threw up her arms in exasperation. "Fine, fine, if we're getting all sensitive about it. You can borrow from me, too."

"Girls, thank you so much." She reached over and pulled the two into a group hug.

"Yeah, yeah." sighed Isobel, but she couldn't resist a smile.

"We're a weird bunch, aren't we?" Sadie laughed, her friends quickly joining in.
Last edited by Thedeathecchi on Sun Jan 01, 2017 5:20 am, edited 2 times in total.
Just a deviant with aspirations of absurdity~

Re: Camp Oohiwannatieya (f/m, f/m, f/m, fff/mmm)

Postby xtc » Thu Dec 29, 2016 3:24 am

Welcome to the League of TUGs writers.
Feel free to continue when you are ready.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: Camp Oohiwannatieya (f/m, f/m, f/m, fff/mmm)

Postby Saikiran590 » Thu Dec 29, 2016 11:35 am

Nice start continue please
:bound:

Re: Camp Oohiwannatieya (f/m, f/m, f/m, fff/mmm)

Postby Thedeathecchi » Fri Dec 30, 2016 3:20 pm

To those who've read so far, thanks for taking the time! And here comes chapter two~!

-/-/-/-/-

"Well, well, well. We meet again, cutie."

Joel whirled around to see the smiling face of Sadie. She'd changed into the camp's uniform, a simple powder blue shirt with the name of the camp on the front, but apart from that, she had the same outfit.

"Hi, Sadie." Joel greeted, blushing all the way to the tips of his ears. Lewis, sensing the atmosphere, ushered Austin and himself away to 'reserve a table', leaving his friend with the entrancing girl in lunch line.

"So, is this your first year at camp?" she asked as they gradually moved through the line.

"Sure is." replied Joel as he grabbed a pair of trays and handed one to Sadie. "I've never been away from home before." As Joel spoke, Sadie slyly eyed him up and down. 'Cute' was almost too cute a word to describe him. And the way he smiled sent shivers up her spine. An image of him bound and at her mercy flashed through her mind, and she felt herself blush.

The two got lunch and just as Joel was about to walk over to his friends, Sadie grabbed his arm. "Hey, why don't you sit with me? I could use the company."

"S-Sure." Joel allowed himself to be pulled by the punk girl, eyes drifting to her swishing skirt...

-/-/-/-/-

Lewis chuckled as he saw Joel get dragged off. "Man, he's amazing. It's like he's not even trying."

The brunette got up and went in line himself, steadily making his way through the line. Once he got to the desert section, his eyes lit up at the sight of the last pudding cup. He reached for it, at the same time someone else did.

Isobel scowled at Lewis, her hand latched onto the pudding cup. Neither refused to back down. "You ought to move that hand before you lose it, kid."

Smirking, Lewis tightened his grip on the pudding. "Sorry, but I don't back down from pudding. Besides, you look sweet enough already."

A tick broke in Isobel's eye. "You think you're pretty funny, don't you?"

"I like to consider myself a clown from town." smirked the brunette.

Isobel's reply was to yank the pudding from Lewis' hand and plop it on her tray with a satisfied grin. "And I consider myself a girl with pudding. Tell you what, though." She shoved her tray into the jokester's hands. "Carry my food and I'll think about sharing."

Ordinarily, Lewis would've refused and gone to lick his wounds, but the way Isobel was looking at him, hands on her hips and a proud, haughty smirk on her face, had a strange effect on him.

"Okay," he agreed. "Lead the way."

"Good boy." And so Lewis followed, the cacophony of the crowd nothing compared to the beating of his own heart...

-/-/-/-/-

Austin, not particularly hungry, remained at the table, waiting for his friends. But when he saw Sadie drag off Joel and Lewis following behind a pretty Spanish girl, he realized he was probably going to spend lunch alone. Until he saw someone heading towards him.

She was gorgeous, he thought, and plump, with short, pretty blonde hair. She pointed to the chair across from him. "Hi." she greeted. "Is this seat taken? Everywhere else is..."

Austin shook his head and the girl sat down. "Thank you. I'm Nicole."

"A-Austin." The bespectacled boy took a deep breath before saying his next words. "You're cute."

Nicole's face bloomed red at the boy's statement. When Sadie had suggested she put herself out there and at least talk to a boy, she had been terrified. As such, she'd chosen the most harmless-looking boy available. That had been Austin, and now she was thinking she chose wisely...

-/-/-/-/-

When lunch finished the kids were given free time, where they could explore the campground (within limits), before committing to the scheduled starting tomorrow. Sadie and Joel walked seemingly side by side, but the pink-streaked girl was just a few steps ahead, subtly leading Joel away from the crowd.

The two talked freely, about their childhoods, friends, hobbies, what they did for fun, Sadie cleverly leaving out her love of TUGs. Right now, the subject was Sadie's hair.

"So what made you decide to streak it?" asked Joel. They were walking past the main office now, towards the storage sheds where they kept the sports and athletic equipment.

"Pink's my favorite color." was Sadie's simple reply. "Even my panties are pink." She held back a laugh at the way Joel stumbled at her frank declaration. He was so cute; he couldn't wait to get to get him alone for a bit of fun.

She glanced around to make sure they weren't being followed. All the counselors seemed to be absent from the immediate area, which was good news for her. She could enact her plan without interference.

"Say, why are we here?" asked Joel. His curiosity was letting his imagination run wild. When a pretty girl leads you away from people, chances are she's planning something. Unfortunately, the brunette had no idea what was running through the devilish girl's head.

"Just looking around." the punk girl replied, which was partially true. "I wanna get a feel for the camp." 'After all," she thought. 'I have to find some place to stash you once I've made you mine.'

The two looked around the area where the sheds were, until Sadie found one that was unlocked. It was large, more than enough space for two people, and even better, was empty. 'Jackpot!' she thought.

"Hey, Joel?" she called out in her sweetest voice. "Can you come here a sec?"

The brunette walked out from behind a shed towards Sadie. "Sure. What's up?"

Sadie pointed inside the dark shed, giving him her best 'scared waif' look. "There's something in the shed. I don't really know what it is, and I'm kinda scared of the dark. Can you...look inside for me?"

Recognizing the opportunity to prove his machismo, Joel put on his bravest face and marched towards the shed. "No problem, Sadie."

'Too easy.' Sadie was using nearly all her energy to not burst out laughing at the shameless, easy ploy.

Joel peeked inside the shed, but finding nothing in the darkness. "Hey, wait." he said, noticing a chain hanging from the ceiling. "There's a light here. You could've just--" His words were cut short as he was pushed, hard, inside the shed, falling flat on his face.

"Caught you!" squealed Sadie, pouncing on the stunned boy. Pulling some rope from her skirt pocket, she crossed Joel's wrists behind his back and wound them tight. After tying his ankles, she brought them to his bound wrists and tied them together with another coil of rope and cinched the knot. She wiped her forehead as she stood, and clicked on the light.

Below her, Joel squirmed in his hogtie, all his struggling doing nothing but getting dirt on his clothes. "Sadie! Why...why did you do this to me?"

The punk girl giggled and squatted down in front of Joel. His face turned scarlet when he saw he could see her panties. She was right; they were pink. "Joel, have you ever heard of tie up games?" Confused, Joel shook his head. "Well, to answer why I did this to you...I like tying up boys." She reached down her finger and lightly booped Joel's nose. "Especially cute boys like you."

Despite his situation, Joel couldn't help but feel flattered. "You...think I'm cute?"

"Totally." A wicked grin appeared on her face. "But don't think I'm all pink and sass." Sitting down now, she popped off her shoes and set them aside, the shed filling up with the smell of cheesy feet.

"Ugh, what is that?" asked Joel, wrinkling his nose.

"That, Joel, is the smell of my stinky feet. Which you're going to come to love this summer." Sadie giggled as she wiggled her socked feet, inches from the bound boy's face.

The brunette gagged and tried to squirm away, but Sadie's ropework was too good; he could barely move an inch. "Could you move them, please? They really, really smell! It's too much!"

"Oh?" Sadie began rolling down her socks. "I don't think it's too much. In fact..." She pulled off her socks, exposing the pale, dirty, sweaty bottoms of her feet. "...I don't think it's enough!"

With the socks off, the smell tripled in intensity, and it seemed every breath Joel took it was filled with the odor of his captor's feet. Grinning, Sadie balled up her socks and held them out to her hostage. "Open wiiiiide."

Foolishly, Joel opened his mouth to protest, which Sadie used as an opportunity to cram the filthy socks into his mouth. Producing a roll of tape, she applied a few strips to seal the socks in.

Joel gagged on the socks, the taste of vinegar and foot sweat filling up his mouth. He began struggling anew, but it was in vain.

"From the second I saw you," spoke the punk girl. "I knew you would make a perfect captive. Starting from today, you're my boyfriend, and I'm gonna tie you up and torture you whenever I can. You'll do whatever I say, even if it's something like smelling or licking my feet, or painting my toenails, giving me massages, or waiting on me like a servant. Sound good?"

"Mmm mmmmmph!!" Joel couldn't believe what he was hearing! This sweet-looking punk girl had seemed so fun, so innocent, and now here he was, at her mercy, essentially being forced to be her slave! He pulled at the knots and tried to spit out the socks, both were fruitless endeavors.

Sadie tsk'd and wagged her finger. "That's not the answer I'm looking for. Maybe this will change your mind." Raising her feet, she brought them down on Joel's face.

The air in the shed had been filling with her foot smell for some time, but to get a whiff of it directly from the source was another thing entirely. Joel screamed as his nose was filled with the cheesy, stale popcorn scent of the punk girl's feet. He thrashed, screamed into his gag, wondering how and why he'd gotten into this situation.

"C'mon, you can sniff deeper than that!" laughed Sadie as she rubbed her greasy feet over her captive's face. "Sniff, sniff, sniff! Get a load of my smelly feet! If you agree to be my boyfriend, I guarantee you'll get to smell this everyday. I don't wash my feet, after all. C'mon, say yes! I know you want to..."

"MMMPH!" yelled Joel. "LMMPH MPPPH GMMMPH!!"

Sadie tsk'd again and pinched Joel's nose with her toes. He screamed, realizing his only avenue for air was cut off. He desperately tried to breath through his mouth but the gag was too effective. Just when it seemed he would pass out, Sadie released his nose, and Joel took a deep breath--just as she planted her foot on his face again, giving him a fresh blast of foot stink.

"Tell you what." The punk girl picked up her shoes and the roll of tape. "I think you need some time to process this. So I'm gonna go--"

"HMMPH!?"

"Shush, don't interrupt your girlfriend; it's rude. Anyway, like I said, I'm gonna go and give you some time to come to grips with this. I'll leave you here for say...an hour. I think that's enough time, don't you?"

"NMMMMMPH!"

"Oh, I'm so glad you agree! And to make sure you won't miss me when I'm gone..." To Joel's horror, she pressed the shoes to his face and secured them with a few wraparounds of tape. "There! Now you can spend some time with my foot smell and think about your new role! Aren't I the best girlfriend ever?"

"MM MMPH GMPH MMMPH MMMM FMMMMPH!"

"My thoughts exactly." laughed Sadie. "Alright, darling, see you in an hour." She planted a kiss on Joel's forehead and stood to click off the light. Just before she left, she turned back to face the bound and gagged boy. "Y'know...I said you were cute..." She flashed him a smile, and for a moment he stopped struggling, mesmerized by the action and the radiance in her eyes. "But you look even cuter when you're my prisoner." She blew him a kiss and said "Buh-bye." as she shut the door, leaving Joel trapped in the darkness, bound and gagged with sweaty socks, inhaling the foot stench of a dominant punk girl.
Just a deviant with aspirations of absurdity~

Re: Camp Oohiwannatieya (f/m, f/m, f/m, fff/mmm)

Postby Princess_Stinkfoot » Sat Dec 31, 2016 9:14 am

Keep going!!! I absolutely love this, especially Sadie and Iz! I've been tied up and tortured just like Joel before too. It's not as fun as it sounds. XD
Hi I'm Nicol, just your average 14 year old girl who has super smelly feet! They don't call me Princess Stinkfoot for nothing! Feel free to message me whenever ya like! I'm always happy to chat! :big:

Re: Camp Oohiwannatieya (f/m, f/m, f/m, fff/mmm)

Postby Thedeathecchi » Sat Dec 31, 2016 2:41 pm

Princess_Stinkfoot wrote:Keep going!!! I absolutely love this, especially Sadie and Iz! I've been tied up and tortured just like Joel before too. It's not as fun as it sounds. XD


Glad you liked it! And I dunno, some say that's torture, but that sounds like absolute heaven to me~ :lol:

On to chapter 3~!

-/-/-/-/-

Isobel had only been generous enough to give Lewis just a few spoonfuls of pudding for his services, saving the rest for herself. All throughout lunch he pouted, while Isobel taunted him with the delicious treat.

When lunch finished, she offered him another deal. If he followed her around for the day and did what she asked, she'd promise him some pudding of his own the next day. A deal he agreed to almost instantly.

"Alright." said Isobel, snapping her fingers. "Let's go."

"Go...where?" Lewis asked.

"My cabin, of course. And hurry up, I don't want us to get caught."

Lewis swallowed nervously as he remembered Frank's words. "But, uh...boys aren't allowed near the girl's cabins."

"And that's why I don't want us to get caught." She put her hands on her hips and frowned. "And who are you to talk back to me? Should I cancel the deal?"

Against his better judgment, Lewis shook his head and apologized, saying he'd follow Isobel. Smiling the Latina girl pointed towards the back exit of the hall. "Then let's go. We can sneak out there."

Once they were sure no one was looking, the two ducked out, making their way to girl's cabin. Isobel, ever resourceful, had memorized a quick and easy path back, and they were at the dwelling within minutes

Isobel could barely repress the smile that began forming on her face as she motioned for Lewis to follow. Nervously, he stepped inside, noting the feminine atmosphere of the room. "It's just as big as our cabin." he noted. "So...why did you bring me here?"

When Isobel turned to face him, he noticed a change in her. By all accounts she still looked the same, but there was something...dark that had overtaken her. Her eyes were alight and practically manic with desire. And her smile, was nothing short of malevolent.

"Uh..." Lewis inched away. "Isobel? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Wordlessly, she knelt down to her suitcase. From within, she produced a coil of rope that she snapped taught, holding it up for the boy to see. His heart nearly stopped when those full lips parted, and said, in a tone that left no room for argument, "Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Lewis faced the door and crossed his wrists behind his back. The sounds of the wood creaking as she walked towards him sent goosebumps along his skin, and despite the cool air in the cabin, he suddenly felt very, very hot.

"Don't move." Isobel whispered in his ear, placing the rope on his skin.

Her movements were delicate and precise, yet strong snd decisive. Round and round she wound the ropes, before slipping them between his wrists and knotting off a column tie. Lewis tried to move his hands but found he couldn't; Isobel's ropework was perfect.

"Um...why did you tie meeeeeeEEEEE!" Lewis burst into laughter as Isobel's fingers dug into his ribs. He squirmed fitfully in his ropes, trying to escape her skittering fingers, but she held fast, her grin threatening to split her face.

"Don't bother struggling." she purred, moving her hands down to his waist. Lewis' laughter went up an octave, screaming like a banshee.

"I-ISOBEL!! PFFFFFFFHAHAHAHAA!" This was a nightmare! Ever since he was young, Lewis hated being tickled. Whenever he acted out, his mean stepmother would hold his ankles and tickle his feet until he promised to behave. And even though it would last only a few moments, it felt like hours to him. Long, torturous hours. "DON'T! DON'T--HAHAHAHA-DON'T TI-HAHAHAHA...DON'T!"

"Don't what?" smirked Isobel as she tickled harder, making her captive squeal. "Speak up, I can't understand you."

"T...T...TICKLE ME!"

Oh, how Isobel had longed to hear a boy say those words. "If you insist, Lewis."

Realizing too late what he'd said, the bound boy tried to cover his tracks. "W-Wait! That's not what I HAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOOOOHOHOHOOOOOO!"

Lewis fell to the floor and desperately tried to kick away the tickling Latina, but she was relentless in her attacks. "Tickle tickle tickle." she taunted, making sure she got him everywhere. "Does it tickle? Answer me. Answer me, or I'll never stop."

"YES! YES IHIHIHIT TICKLES!" Lewis screwed up his face, holding back tears as Isobel's fingers got him all over. "STOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOP!!"

Isobel pouted. "But I just started. And I'm already having so much fun. I've never met a boy as ticklish as you. How would you like to make another deal, funny boy?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

"I'll take that as a yes. I need someone to tend to me for the summer. Someone to treat me like the princesa I am. I've decided you're to be that person."

"OHOHOKAY! JUST STOP TICKLING ME!!" Finally, finally, her fingers retreated. Lewis collapsed on the ground, red-faced and gasping for air. "Thank you..." Lewis said, his voice coming out in a croaky whisper. "Thank you so much..."

Isobel pulled up Lewis, and just when he feared another tickle onslaught, she pressed her lips to his. The bound boy's eyes widened at the kiss, and the faint taste of pudding danced across his tongue. Pulling away, the Latina gave him a coy smile.

"Do you understand?" she asked. "I can be very sweet, just as I can be very mean. It all depends on how happy you make me." She kissed his cheek, making him blush and shiver. "I can also..." Kiss. "Be very..." Kiss. "Very." Kiss. "Mean." To drive home her point, she gave Lewis' ribs a quick tickle, making him jump and squeal.

She forced Lewis to his knees and sauntered over to her bed. Twirling around and sitting, she crossed her legs and beckoned her captive with a finger. "Now, come to me."

Isobel expected a lot of things. She expected Lewis to freak out and try to escape. She was all geared up for a chase and the punishment she'd administer after. To her surprise, Lewis began crawling over to her.

"Good boy." she complimented, trying to keep the glee from her voice. She stretched out her foot, wagging her trainer in his face. "Take off my shoe."

"H...How?"

Isobel rolled her eyes. "You've got teeth. Use them."

It took a bit of doing, but with some effort, Lewis managed to undo the laces of her trainers, and pull it off. He gagged at the stale popcorn smell that began to seep into the cabin, courtesy of Isobel's warm, bare feet.

"Give them a little lick." she ordered.

"Sure thing, princesa." Her heart skipped a best at those words, and she sighed a moment later when she felt his tongue on her sole. Isobel slid down the bed, feeling a heady tingle as Lewis locked her foot.

"Good boy...next one." He was faster getting her shoe off this time, and soon he was licking her second foot. The sour, salty taste filled his whole mouth, and as he licked, he stole a look at Isobel.

She looked so content it was if she'd attained enlightenment. Her eyes were closed in bliss, lips softly parted in a joyful smile. Testing the waters, Lewis licked between her toes, and grinned at the way she cooed.

"You're...really good at this." she whispered, running a hand through her chocolate brown locks. "Don't tell me I'm not the first girl to make you worship her feet?"

To her surprise, Lewis shook his head. "I...I don't know." he muttered before giving her feet a quick kiss. "This just...feels so right, y'know? I don't mind doing what you tell me to do."

Isobel couldn't believe her luck. A natural born foot slave. The universe must've loved her.

"Just...don't tickle me again. Please?"

Snapping out of her revelry, the Latina allowed her trademark dominant smirk to cross her features again. Crossing her arms, she lightly flicked Lewis' nose with her big toe.

"You don't make the rules, Mr. Clown from Town. I do. That's the unbreakable rule of this relationship. If you don't want me to do something like, say, tie you to my bed and tickle you for an hour straight..." She laughed at the horrified look that appeared on Lewis' face. "Then you had better keep me happy."

"O-Of course."

Isobel raised an eyebrow. "Of course...what?"

Lewis smiled and went back to licking her feet, noting that the taste was far better than any pudding he'd had, at camp or otherwise. "Of course...princesa."
Just a deviant with aspirations of absurdity~

Re: Camp Oohiwannatieya (f/m, f/m, f/m, fff/mmm) *Chapter 3*

Postby Thedeathecchi » Sun Jan 01, 2017 5:19 am

I'm on a roll! Chapter 4~!

-/-/-/-/-

Austin pouted as he saw Sadie lead Joel away from the crowd. "We've been here barely a day and already he's got some girl in his grasp. I don't know how he does it."

A small chuckle escaped Nicole as she saw the two disappear into the area with the storage sheds. She knew who would really be in who's grasp in a few moments.

She stopped to admire Austin. Her mind wandered, thoughts drifting to what she wanted to do to him. In her head, his hands were tied behind his back, head trapped between her thighs. He'd look up at her and beg, plead to be let go, making all sorts of promises and compliments and flattery.

"Are you alright?"

Nicole snapped out of her fantasy and looked at her new friend. "Fine. Why...why do you ask?"

"Your face is red as a tomato. Sure you're not running a fever?"

She was, but not in the traditional sense. "Yes, I'm okay. ...Say, do you want to head down to the lake and skip rocks?"

Austin's face lit up at the prospect. "Sure!"

The two began walking, and as they did, Nicole noticed that less and less people were starting to be around them. Taking a quick glance, she reached in her dress pocket and felt for the coil of rope in there. She was rusty, to be true, but she convinced herself she still had the skills and speed to tie up a boy effectively. She'd bind him up, and then...and then...

Nicole paused. Slowly, there came the dawning realization she didn't have a plan. Sadie and Isobel obviously had ideas of what to do with their captives and where, but she was totally unprepared.

She sighed and stowed away the rope as they reached the lake. She needed time. Time to shake off the dust and get back into her groove.

Austin smiled as he picked up an average-sized rock and turned it over in his hands. "Bet I can get at least four skips out of this one."

"You're on." challenged Nicole, picking up her own rock.

-/-/-/-/-

Joel squinted his eyes at the sunlight stinging his eyes as the door opened. In stepped Sadie, hand on her hip as she stared down at her captive. "Hi, there, sweetie. Enjoying yourself?"

"Glmph..." mumbled Joel, to weak to even yell.

Sadie knelt down next to him and began untying the ropes. Once she finished, she removed her shoes from Joel's face and slipped them back on her feet. "So..." she asked as she gently pulled off the tape. "Given any thought to my offer?"

Joel spat out the dirty socks and worked to get the feeling back into his jaw. He looked at Sadie, who smiled expectantly, as if she already knew the answer he would give.

By all accounts, it should've been a nightmare. Trapped in a storage shed after being tied up by a girl and forced to smell her stinky shoes and feet, gagged with her putrid socks. Joel's body still ached slightly from his bondage, and getting the taste of Sadie's feet out of his mouth would take quite a bit of work.

But he'd never had so much fun.

"If..." he rasped. "If I agree to be your boyfriend--"

"Slash slave." cut in Sadie, folding her arms.

"R-Right. If I agree to that...will you do this to me all summer?"

Sadie's heart was pounding in excitement. "That depends." she said, trying not the let her enthusiasm show. "I'm the one who makes the rules in this relationship. Whatever happens to you is my decision. If you're good, though, I'll see you're rewarded."

There was a long interim of silence, and then, to her profound delight, Joel nodded. "Okay."

Ecstatic, Sadie pulled Joel into a deep, longing kiss. His eyes widened in surprise, but he soon accepted it, feeling the punk girl's tongue gently slide over his.

"You have no idea how happy this makes me." she said. "I've dreamed of having a boyfriend like you. Someone to treat me right." She kissed him again, shorter this time, leaving him wanting more. "C'mon, let's head back to my cabin."

"Won't we get in trouble?" asked Joel, still reeling from the first kiss.

"Nope. I'm pretty sneaky." Sadie winked. "I caught you by surprise, didn't I?"

-/-/-/-/-

Isobel bolted upright at the sound of the cabin door opening, but relaxed when she saw it was only Sadie--with a boy in tow.

Sadie paused at the sight that met her in the cabin; Isobel lying on her bed, getting her feet licked by a boy with his hands tied behind his back. Truthfully, it wasn't that odd of a thing to walk in on, considering, but she didn't expect her friend to land a slave so quickly.

"Lewis?" exclaimed Joel in surprise.

The bound boy paused in his worshipping to stare wide-eyed at his friend. "Joel? What're you doing--" His words were cut off as Isobel lightly smacked his cheek with her riding crop.

"No one told you to stop, slave. Back to licking."

"Yes, princesa." replied Lewis meekly, and returned to worshipping his mistress' feet.

Sadie grinned as she walked over to her bed, beckoning Joel to follow. "She certainly has the right idea. My feet are sore from that walk. Worked up a real sweat, too..."

Sensing the punk girl's wants, Joel knelt down and pulled off Sadie's shoes, his nose once again filling with the intoxicating smell of her sweaty feet. Without even waiting for an order, he lifted them up and began licking.

"Wow..." marveled Isobel, raising her eyebrows. You've got him totally trained. I still have work to do on this one." She gestured at Lewis, who said nothing, only continuing to suck Isobel's toes.

"It's a long summer." laughed Sadie "You'll have plenty of time."

"I was thinking of keeping him until it was time for dinner." At that, Lewis balked. Dinner!? That was hours from now! He had to lick and smell Isobel's feet until then!? Not that he wasn't exactly hating it...

"That sounds like a good idea to me." Sadie looked down at Joel and gave him a dazzling smile. "Any objections, honey? Well, not that you have a choice in the matter..."

Smiling back, Joel shook his head no and went back to licking.

"I didn't think so."

-/-/-/-/-

Time seemed to simply erode for Austin and Nicole. They sat at the lake, skipping stones until their arms got numb and they ran out of rocks to throw from arm's reach. Lying on the cool grass, they talked. For hours and hours they talked, about their lives, what they expected from camp, their dreams and plans for the future.

Even though he was only just barely a teenager and had known her for less than a day, Austin knew he loved Nicole. She was the whole package; sweet, funny, smart, with an inner light he was drawn to like a moth to a flame.

Unbeknownst to him, the feeling was mutual. Nicole had at first seen him as a conquest of sorts, simply a boy to overpower, but the more they talked, the more of him she began to discover, and the more her feelings turned from those of prospective dominance to genuine love. She felt almost ashamed that she wanted to tie him up.

She still did, however.

But she would wait.

"Oh, my gosh!" Nicole was snapped out of her musings at Joel's exclamation. "How long have we been out here?"

Nicole looked up and saw the sun was dipping over the horizon, and stars were appearing against the navy blue of the coming night sky. "Wow...it must've been a few hours..."

"I think it's almost time for dinner." Picking himself up, Austin extended a hand to Nicole. "I'd be happy to escort you back."

"Such a gentleman." giggled Nicole as her cheeks bloomed red.

-/-/-/-/-

Dinner was roast chicken and mashed potatoes. Once Austin and Nicole loaded their trays with food, they were surprised by Sadie, who brought them over to a table, where Joel and Lewis sat, along with Isobel.

"Where were you two?" asked Austin as he sat next to his friends. "You disappeared for hours after lunch."

Joel and Sadie shared a rather peculiar look. "Just...hanging out." Joel replied, face scarlet. Sadie giggled and pulled the brunette's arm, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Okay...what about you, Lewis?" The jokester had been about to respond when Isobel interrupted.

"Lewis was busy. Serving his princesa." She said the last word with an air of pride, before bursting into giggles and patting Lewis' cheek.

Austin looked around the table again, carefully this time. The sappy, devoted look on Joel's face matched with the sweet, flirty one of Sadie...the confident, powerful look of Isobel, and the meek, humbled look of Lewis.

'It's probably nothing...' thought Austin as he dug into his chicken.

-/-/-/-/-

With dinner over, the girls were escorted to their cabins and the boys to theirs.

"See you tomorrow, cutie." purred Sadie, giving Joel a hug and a kiss. "Glad you had fun today." He had, more than he ever thought possible.

"You had better save us a table for tomorrow." warned Isobel with a devilish grin, wagging her fingers at Lewis. The boy nodded rapidly, looking terrified.

Nicole gave Austin a long hug and a quick kiss on the cheek as she left with her friends. The three boys stood dumbfounded, until one of the counselors called them, and they scurried off towards their cabins, each boy eagerly expecting what surprises the next day had in store...
Just a deviant with aspirations of absurdity~

Re: Camp Oohiwannatieya (f/m, f/m, f/m, fff/mmm) *Chapter 4*

Postby Hades » Mon Jan 09, 2017 7:18 pm

Nice
Keep going

Re: Camp Oohiwannatieya (f/m, f/m, f/m, fff/mmm) *Chapter 4*

Postby Jon Snow » Thu May 18, 2017 3:32 am

This is a great story, one of my favourites on here!
Keep going!