## Fall 1966 - Angela's Gambit (mf/m+) (Story Completed)

Post by Tom Ford » Sat Dec 04, 2010 6:19 am

Here's another installment of my tie-up stories when I was younger. Hope you enjoy it!
***Thanks to xtc for the kind comments***
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### Fall 1966 - Angela's Gambit (mf/m+) (Part I)

Post by Tom Ford » Sat Dec 04, 2010 6:20 am

Fall 1966
Angela's Gambit
Part I
Over at Frank's
(f/m), (mf/m+)
In my last story, we decided to first concede the first round to my brother and his friends, reset the score to zero, and shuffle the teams about. So I (9) was teamed up with Frank (also 9), Chester (10), and Jay (10), with Andrew (10), David (10), Angela (9) and my cousin Donald (9) on the other side. They won the first two games.
It was the afternoon of Sunday, the day after the reshuffling. My brother Andrew was in his room, reading and studying for the next day, while David was studying with him. To me it was a bit too early to study, but maybe that was why I never did better than him in school. Still I got better grades than most in my class.
Anyway, I was downstairs, lounging about in the living room sofa, doing nothing in particular. Donald was with me, and we were waiting for Frank. Betty (8), my sister, was also with us, and we three simply talked. Well, Donald and I mostly talked, while Betty mostly listened and added a few comments. My younger brother Barney (7) soon joined us. There we were, talking, thinking of something to do.
That we were not playing was due to the fact that we were waiting for Frank to arrive. He was supposed to come over after lunch, but so far, he hasn’t arrived.
The phone suddenly rang, and Betty immediately jumped. “I’ll get it!” my sister shouted.
“Well, who was it?” I asked after Betty returned.
“Oh it was Frank. He told me to tell you that he wants you come over his place,” Betty said.
“I wonder why? Never mind. Let’s go,” I said.
Donald, Betty, and I (Barney elected to stay at home) went to Frank’s house. Frank’s house was simply five houses across the street. We knocked on the door—even though we have been there lots and lots of times, it was still good manners to knock rather than just go barge in.
It was answered by Frank’s Mom.
“Tom, Donald, and Betty! Frank is upstairs in his room with some of your other friends.”
Other friends? Who could that be? I quickly thanked her and rushed up. I didn’t bother to knock on the door of his room. I had been there lots of time. I should’ve done so. It would have saved me the trouble.
What I saw shocked me. Frank was there, standing. He was bound to the bed post. He was tied at the ankles, the knees, the waist, and the chest with torn bedsheets. His hands were tied behind the post. His mouth was wrapped in a torn bedsheet, and as a result, the lower half of his face was swathed in white. His mouth was presumably stuffed (I later learned it was a bandana).
I looked around, and saw Angela sitting on a chair, reading one of Frank’s comic books. She looked up.
“Hi Tom,” she greeted, as if she was expecting me and it was all normal for Frank to be bound in his own room. I also saw my cousin, Donald’s younger sister Maggie (8) who was sitting on the bed, reading another comic of Frank.
I heard the door shut, and turned around. Betty apparently closed the door. She then jumped me. I was too taken aback that I fell. I was much stronger than her, but Angela, and to my surprise, Maggie joined in, and soon, I was on my stomach, and they were pulling my hands behind me.
“Donald, are you gonna stand there or are you going to help us?” Angela asked her team mate.
Donald, who clearly had no idea of what was happening, and who like us was utterly flabbergasted by this turn of events, was snapped out of his stupor. I was now lying on the ground pinned by three girls.
“Um, where’s the rope?” he sheepishly asked.
“There’s a bag on the drawer,” Angela pointed out.
“Traitor!” I shouted, even though I knew it was not betrayal. “You mark my words! I’m all getting all of you for this!”
Well, at least they won’t get Chester and Jay. But Andrew and David is probably hatching a plan to get the two. Who knows? Maybe they are already tied up, and just waiting for me to be captured to be joined together? What a reunion!
With my arms being held at my back, Donald wrapped it with white rope, horizontally then vertically, before cinching everything tight between my hands. I had by this time stopped struggling, as I knew it would be useless. He then took a small piece of string and tied it to one of my belt loops.
Donald then tied my ankles and knees. Then, they positioned me so I was sitting on the floor, with my back leaning on the bed.
“Let me gag him!” my sister jumped. “Let me gag him!”
“Okay Betty, you can silence your noisy brother,” Angela laughed, “just don’t overdo it, like you did before with me!”
“I did not overdo it!” Betty protested while she opened Frank’s dresser and selected a long pair of socks. She balled one and told me to open up.
I suppose I could resist, but decided not to because I’d be gagged anyway, so I just opened my mouth wide to take the wad in.
“That goes in,” Betty said. Betty then began a bizarre explanation on how the dresser is dirty and that since my mouth is clean then it is an ideal place to store socks. After stuffing the sock, she took the other pair, stretched it between my teeth, then tightly tied it behind my neck.
“Angela! The twins! I see them walking towards Tom’s house!” Maggie shouted as she looked out on the window.
Angela’s eyes lit in excitement. “They are, are they? Things are becoming easier! Much easier than expected!” she said. She hurriedly ran out of the room. “Margaret, come with me!”
Both girls rushed out of the room, giggling.
“Now, that a nicely wrapped package!” Donald said. “But I think it needs more work, don’t you think, Betty?”
“Whatever do you mean, cousin?” Betty asked in that overly innocent manner.
Donald took a long piece of rope of the floor, folded it, threaded the working ends through the loop at the other end, forming a noose. He then looped it on my waist, pulled it tight, then wrapped it around my body, from my waist until my shoulder. With clever knotting, he knotted it near my right shoulder at the back. It wasn’t necessary, but it sure added to my feelings of helplessness.
I merely grunted.
Suddenly the door opened. Angela entered, leading with each hand Chester and Jay.
“Look it up! Ain’t it a beauty?” she proudly said, pointing to us.
Both twins turned pale. “That’s what you said that you wanted to tell us?” Chester said.
Angela jumped back and closed the door. “Yup!”
Donald, Maggie and Betty joined Angela and surrounded the doomed duo. “Surrender now and I promise you I won’t be too harsh on you,” Angela warned.
The twins looked at each other, and raised their hands. “Not again!” Jay whined. “First yesterday, now this?”
I later learned that Angela and Maggie simply went out and met them. Angela quickly held their hands, and acted excited. Both twins had no idea what had come over her. They were a bit embarrassed and blushed. She told them that she has something to show them, and they must come! She pouted, and acted as if she would cry when they seemed to hesitate. They quickly agreed, and allowed Angela, all smiles, still not letting go of their hands, to drag them towards Frank’s room. And the rest, as they say, is history.
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### Re: Fall 1966 - Angela's Gambit (mf/m+) (Part I)

Post by xtc » Sat Dec 04, 2010 6:41 am

Sounds like fun, thanks for sharing
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Fall 1966 - Angela's Gambit (mf/m+) (Part II)

Post by Tom Ford » Sun Dec 05, 2010 10:03 pm

Thanks to xtc for the comments!!!!!
Fall 1966
Angela's Gambit
Part II
Twin Fries
(f/mm)
So there we were. Frank and I were tied helplessly, while Chester and Jay, though nominally free, were surrounded by Angela, Donald, Maggie, and Betty. The twins surrendered rather than fight it out.
It seems odd that Betty, and especially Maggie, were involved in this. The truth was that, despite the injunction on them being tied before their ninth birthday, they involved themselves in our games. In fact, the death sentence my parents imposed on those who tied up anyone eight years old or younger encouraged them to interfere without fear of retaliation. Most of the interference consisted of opportunistically untying one or two victims, sometimes with something in exchange, sometimes not. However, it was Angela who pioneered the use of younger siblings to actually capture and tie someone up. Betty and Maggie were eight, and they were only slightly smaller than me. Individually, they were no match to any one of us, but combined with, say Angela, or each other, they can hold down a boy my age and build. And there is also that fact that most of the time, when we were cornered by two girls determined to tie us, we simply let them do it instead of struggling and accidentally hurting them and getting into trouble as a result.
Back to our story…
Chester was the first victim. Normally, since there were enough captors, they would be tied at the same time.
But Angela, bless her heart, wanted to tie them both. “Chet would go first,” she stated. “Donald, Betty, Maggie, guard his brother while I deal with Chet here.” Nobody argued with her.
Angela quickly took a long rope from the floor, folded it, and used it to tie Chester’s wrists behind him. She, as usual, wrapped it vertically and horizontally, before cinching it tight at the middle. As usual, her knots were competent, and I knew that Chester would not be able to get out on his own.
“Where’s Andrew?” Chester asked as he was being tied.
“Oh he’s around,” Angela stated. “But no, he doesn’t know of this. I’ll call him as soon as both of you are tied up!”
“You mean you and Donald captured all four of us without their help?” asked Jay.
“Yes. I’m brilliant kidnapper, aren’t I! And you won’t ever be seen again if your parents don’t pay a hundred thousand!” Angela said before laughing the classic villain, or in this case, villainess laugh.
I laughed. Chester and Jay was only worth a hundred thousand bucks?
“What? We’re worth at least a million a piece!” Chester protested.
“Yeah!” Jay agreed. “And how much is Tom and Frank worth?”
“Frank about four million, and Tom, well, he’s priceless! With him in my clutches, I can control Andrew like a puppet.”
I’ve got to give it to Angela.
Angela meanwhile commanded Chester to sit on the bed as soon as she finished with his wrists. She carefully tied his ankles and knees. Again, the knots were competent and unreachable, as always. She then took two of the scattered bandanas on the floor, wadded one into a ball, and presented it to Chester’s mouth.
Chester knew the drill. He opened his mouth and received the wadding.
Angela then folded diagonally the other bandana, knotted it twice, then inserted the big knot between his teeth, further pushing back the wad of cloth already in his mouth. She then took the ends of the bandana and tightly knotted it on the back of his head. She took another bandana, folded it in a wide band, and tied it over the teeth, lips, and the two bandanas in his mouth. It completely shut Chester up.
Jay gulped. “You’re not going to do that to me, are you?”
Angela looked at him. “Well, I could let you go right now and you can go free. Just say you don’t want to play anymore.”
For Jay, or for that matter, anyone of us, to say, “No, I don’t want to play anymore, please let me go” was tantamount to a confession of cowardice and no one in our small gang would ever openly admit to such. All of us enjoyed the games, and we would never back out of any challenge. Even if all of us didn’t enjoy being tied, all of us certainly derive pleasure from tying someone else up.
“What? Go ahead, do your worst!” Jay challenged. “I’ll escape from this, and you’ll pay! All of you will pay!”
“Brave words,” Betty said. “Brave, but foolish!”
“That’s the spirit! Take your tie up like a man!” Donald said as he pushed the twin toward Angela. “Good luck! With her tying you up, you’ll need it!!” he laughed. “Tie him hard and tight, Angie! I want to make sure he can’t escape!”
“You guys are really into this?” Maggie, who was silent the entire time, said. “No wonder! It seems like fun!”
“Sister, don’t worry. Next year, you’ll have your turn! And big brother will make sure you’ll remember it!”
They all laughed at that as Angela took a piece of rope and began the process of trussing Chester’s twin.
First, to our surprise, she tied his hands in front of him, palm to palm. She wrapped it around the wrists, then cinched it. It was tight, and it was clear that they were secure but not painful.
“Sit down,” she ordered, “on the floor,” and she helped him sit on the floor, with his back resting on the wall. Next she tied his ankles crossed, then parted his knees. She put the bound hands between the knees. She took another long piece of rope, tied one end to his wrists, looped it on one of the ankle ropes, pulled it until his hands touched his ankles, looped it to his wrist ropes, pulled it tight, looped it again on the ankles, did the same over and over again until the rope nearly ran out, then knotted it at the top.
Tied like this, Jay looked like he was squatting with his hands touching his ankles. It was like a hogtie, but in front.
Donald and Betty clapped when she was finished. I was impressed with her creativity, and by the looks of it, so was Jay, the victim.
Angela turned towards the others. “So who wants to gag him? Margaret, would you like a try?”
Donald laughed. “Do a good job, sis! Make your brother proud!”
Maggie had never gagged, or for that matter, tied up anyone before. She had helped Angela capture us several times before, and she untied us a couple of times, but never did the actual tying or gagging of victims.
“Um, thanks,” she said. “What should I do?”
“Anything you want, sis,” Donald said. “Just make sure it isn’t too tight or too loose.”
Not knowing any better, she simply took a long bandana, put it between Jay’s teeth, and tied it rather loosely behind his head.
“That’s a little too loose. But it’s okay,” Donald said. “In time, I’ll show you what a real gag feels like!”
“But that’s how some of you gag each other,” Maggie said.
“You forgot the packing,” Angela said. “But it’s your first time. Anyway, Jay’s mouth will stay like this since this is what Maggie wanted.”
Lucky Jay. I wonder if Maggie should have instead gagged me that time?
Angela then turned his attention back to Chester. She removed his shoes, commanded him to lie on the bed, and leashed his ankles to the foot of the bed.
“Where’s Andrew and David?” Angela asked after he was finished.
“My brother’s in his room, doing his homework I think,” Betty said. “David is with him.”
“I’ll fetch him! Donald, watch them while I’m gone!” Angela said as she ran outside.
Why didn’t she use the phone to just call them instead of running to our house to drag him here, I’ll never know. Girls!
So we waited. Suddenly, someone entered the room.
It was Frank’s Mom.
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### Re: Fall 1966 - Angela's Gambit (mf/m+) (Part II posted)

Post by xtc » Mon Dec 06, 2010 1:50 am

Another fine episode. I can almost see these characters.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Fall 1966 - Angela's Gambit (mf/m+) (Part II posted)

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Dec 06, 2010 7:23 am

Tom, I had already read all their stories in the site Tugstories. Except second leaves of this story. Very good! Thanks! Do you know because the owner of Tugstories stopped updating the site?
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I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Fall 1966 - Angela's Gambit (mf/m+) (Part II posted)

Post by robmic » Wed Dec 08, 2010 6:17 pm

now that you have them all tied up, tickle the heck out of them!!!
bob

### Fall 1966 - Angela's Gambit (mf/m+) (Part III)

Post by Tom Ford » Thu Dec 09, 2010 8:00 am

To xtc, thanks for the kinds words.
To sarumansauron, what do you mean by "except Monday it leaves of this story"? I know that Tugstories doesn't update anymore. I have only twelve stories there.
To robmic, well, we were the one tied up and tickled!!!!!
Fall 1966
Angela's Gambit
Part III
Frank's Mom
(F/m)
Mrs. Tompkins (name changed) entered the room. She was a bit young, in her early thirties, blond, and wearing a typical sixties housedress.
She looked for us for a couple of seconds before speaking. “Sorry for interrupting your game,” she asked. “But I’ve got to ask Frank something. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, Mrs. Tompkins,” we all replied.
She went and removed Frank’s gag. She untied the bedsheet knot from behind his head and unwrapped it from his head. It was long, and it was wrapped about seven times, first over the mouth then between the lips and teeth. She extracted a soggy bandana from his mouth. She then asked if he saw where the brooms were, and where the wax was hidden. Frank told them where he thought he saw them last.
After that, she asked the standard questions our parents and other adults asks us when they caught us in our games.
“Okay, did you consent to being tied up?” Mrs. Tompkins asked.
“Yes, Mom,” Frank answered.
“How about the rest of you?” she asked.
Chester, Jay, and I nodded.
“Is it too tight? Does it hurt?”
“No Mom,” Frank said.
We all shook our heads to agree with Frank’s statement.
“Do you want to be untied right now?” she asked.
Frank was silent for a moment before answering, “Only if our captors want to.”
“We’ll free him after our game, Mrs. Tompkins,” Donald said. “Right now, by our rules, he should be tied up.”
That means we won’t be free anytime soon!
Frank’s Mom seemed satisfied by that. She took the soggy bandana, and threw it in the hamper.
“Can anybody of you get a glass of water?” she asked.
“I’ll do it,” Betty said. She ran off the room and less than a minute later returned with a glass of water (in a big plastic cup).
Mrs. Tompkins carefully let Frank drink until the glass was half empty. She went to his dresser, got a fresh bandana, then soaked it using the remaining water from the cup.
“I’m sorry Frank, but I don’t want to interrupt you game. It would be unfair to them,” she said as she instructed her son to open his mouth. She inserted the wad of wet bandana, then took the torn bedsheet and began to wound it around his head, first between his teeth then over his mouth till his mouth was swathed with white cloth. “Next time,” she addressed us, even while gagging her son, “use a damp piece of cloth as packing if you want to use it for a long time so your victim’s mouth wouldn’t dry.”
“Yes, Mrs. Tompkins,” they all said as all of us watched, wide-eyed and open jawed.
Just then, Angela arrived with Andrew and David. They froze when they saw Mrs. Tompkins gagging her son.
“Hello, Angie, Andy, David,” she greeted. “Are you captive or captor in this game?”
The three were snapped back to reality. “Captors, Mrs. Tompkins,” Andrew replied.
“Well, don’t leave them tied up too long,” she said. “You’re all welcome to have a snack after this!”
“Thanks,” they all said as she left.
***
“Um, what is going on here?” Andrew asked Angela as soon as Mrs. Tompkins was gone.
“Well, I don’t know,” she said, looking at Donald and Betty and Maggie for an explanation.
Donald and Betty filled them on what had happened when Angela left, and Donald explained what had happened since we left our house.
“See, I told you! I captured them all by myself!” Angela boasted.
“No you didn’t,” said David. “You had Donald’s help!”
“But you have to admit that even without him, I could have captured all four of them!” Angela boasted.
Andrew laughed. “Yeah! You’re right! Well, good thing you’re on our side! I have to admit, when you were on their side, most of your wins we’re because of you! Now that you’re on our side, I don’t think Tom and company would ever have a chance!”
Angela beamed with pride at my brother’s complement. “So, should we tickle them?”
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” David said. “Let’s do it!”
But before they could proceed, Frank’s mother again appeared in the room. “I’m so sorry for interrupting your game, but I can’t seem to find it. Can you please untie Frank so he could help me look for it?”
Angela and Andrew and Donald and David were crestfallen, but they were reassured by her next words.
“Don’t worry. I’m returning Frank to you as soon we find what we’re looking for,” she said.
Reassured, Angela quickly untied and ungagged Frank, who went down with his mother. Before she left, she took the sheet that covered Frank’s mouth.
Oh for crying out loud! I want this to be over!
“Let’s tickle them right now,” Andrew proposed. “We can tickle Frank later.”
The others enthusiastically agreed.
I braced myself. Andrew attacked me with searching fingers. He attacked me on the ribs, and soon, I was laughing. But strangely enough, he wasn’t aggressive enough. Yes, I was laughing, but not the kind of laughing that I had endured at his hands before. After two minutes, with breaks of course, he stopped, and tickled the others. I could hear them laugh, and it was clear that they were tickled much harder than I was. Thankfully, my brother indicated that I was tickled enough and that nobody should tickle me anymore. I repaid the favour in the future by tickling him less.
The others were tickled for five minutes more, with breaks. I was puzzled at my being spared by my brother, but I was thankful just the same.
A minute after they finished their tickling, Frank and his mother returned. We were surprised. Mrs. Tompkins arrived with her son before him. Frank’s hands were behind him, obviously bound, and the lower half of his face was tightly swathed with the same cloth that was used on him before.
“Well, I’m sorry for again interrupting your game,” she said. “Hope this makes it up for you!”
“Um, yes, thank you,” Andrew said.
With that, she left us to our own devices. Angela quickly grabbed Frank, and retied him to the same bed post where he had been bound before, and used the same strips of cloth that was used on him before.
Without warning, Angela tickled Frank. Donald and Betty joined her, while David, Maggie and Andrew simply watched. It lasted a couple of minutes, but like all our tickling sessions, we had breaks every so that they would not laugh their heads off. Frank just laughed and laughed.
After the tickling, Andrew leashed my wrists to the foot of the bed. They then left.
Jay started talking through his gag. It was not packed, and we could, garbled as it was, understand him pretty well. But the rest of us have packed mouths, and communication was out of the question.
I tried to struggle, to look for misplaced knots, to see if there was any give to the ropes binding me, but they had done a competent job again, and after a few minutes, I decided to simply wait for them to untie us. The others also gave up soon after.
Our adversaries came back thirty minutes after they left. They gave their usual taunts after they untied us, and we gave the usual promises of revenge. Angela received the lion’s share of the praise from her group mates and from us. She was happy. We were all proud of her, even if we didn’t say it out loud. But the incident was most memorable not because of Angela, but because of Frank’s Mom.
We went to the kitchen, where we ate sandwiches and drank orange juice with Frank’s parents—snacks prepared by Mrs. Tompkins. We spent the rest of the day doing other stuff and just talking though much of our talk was on the day’s events.
The next tie up game happened on Friday. What happened? Read the next part and find out!
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### Re: Fall 1966 - Angela's Gambit (mf/m+) (Story Completed)

Post by sarumansauron » Thu Dec 09, 2010 11:42 am

Good continuation!

> To sarumansauron, what do you mean by "except Monday it leaves of this story"?

It was a fingering mistake. It was to be except that second leaves.
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Fall 1966 - Angela's Gambit (mf/m+) (Story Completed)

Post by xtc » Thu Dec 09, 2010 2:06 pm

Well done, Tom, just good fun. I hope there is more of the same to come.
Any idea what's happening with TUG stories?
I used to enjoy the support (and, sometimes, critical support) of registered members of the site. The contibutors now seem to be just ourselves and noone seems to be replying.
I hope BW hasn't given up on it because it serves a particular niche that is valuable in itself.
Oh well, nostalgia isn't what it used to be.
Thanks again, Tom, all power to your typing fingers!
Wassail!
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Fall 1966 - Angela's Gambit (mf/m+) (Story Completed)

Post by hafnermg » Fri Dec 10, 2010 12:30 pm

i can't wait for the next part i love your stories!!!