## The Family Feud

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Wed Aug 27, 2008 3:52 pm

Note 2014: I've been asked to re-post this tale to get rid of the bad coding from the site change some years ago, and since some of what goes on here ties into (nice pun, eh?) my current tales The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School and My Dear Sally Diary: University Days (both of which I'd love for you to read!), I've decided to go ahead and re-post from the old file. I won't be adding any coding for italic characters in the text to shorten the time it takes to re-post this, but it shouldn't detract too much from its readability. Enjoy, all!...
This is a little tale I've built from my Snowden Snoops characters (bios on my Snoop Primer page at GDIT). Hope you enjoy, and let me know if you want to see more!
The Family Feud
(or, You Bet Your Life)
by Mister Mistoffelees
1 You’re On
In normal circumstances, Lana Morgan’s face was one to launch the proverbial thousand ships. High cheekbones. Large, wide green eyes set well apart and veiled with naturally-thick golden lashes of the same brilliant hue as the mane of elbow-length hair which fluttered behind her as she strode down the second-floor science hallway of Darius Allen High. A small, full-lipped pink mouth which nearly every sophomore boy at Darius Allen, Snowdenite or Wiltontowner, would like pressed to his. A slim, shapely frame, dressed today in a casual Aeropostale sweatshirt and fleece pants and brand-new Skechers, which caused no small number of male onlookers to walk into unseen walls, doors, corners, and stairwells.
But the big green eyes were flashing with anger as she stalked down the hall, the golden mane of hair swishing with her petulant stride, the delectable mouth compressed into a bitter frown, and the long lovely hands already curled into small, tight fists. The boiling anger on Lana’s face cut a furtive wake among the Darius Allen sophomores gathering their things for the trip home that bright but cool mid-autumn 2:45 Friday afternoon. Someone was in serious trouble…
The someone in question was picking through her locker for the books she had decided to pretend to study that weekend. She too was a sophomore, tall and even leaner in build than the lissome Lana. Her big, mischievously-lit gray eyes were set in a dewy, rounded, freckled face whose incisive gray eyes and sardonic red-lipped mouth were framed by a bob of glossy raven-black locks which curled pertly around her chin. Her sense of fashion quirkiness was expressed in a black-and-white striped pirate-style tee top and a gray-plaid pleated schoolgirl miniskirt whose length—or lack thereof—would have fallen seriously afoul of the Allen County dress code but for the skin-tight black capris which she wore beneath it, and the glossy patent-leather granny boots which she had added. The only color in the whole ensemble was a ribboned red hairband which kept her shiny raven locks behind her ears, a red which perfectly matched the whites of Lana Morgan’s eyes as her shadow fell on the tall raven-headed girl—
“Felicity Mabrey!” Lana hissed, starting Felicity’s black-haired face toward her with a quizzical glint in the gray eyes. “I always knew you were total sneak, but I never thought you’d stoop this low! I ought to just break your silly face open, you know that? You lying little”—
“Wait a minute!” Felicity interjected hotly as a knot of students quickly clotted around the two girls. “What are you even talking about, Lana? I didn’t do anything to you!” Which only served to stoke Lana’s outrage another couple hundred degrees—
“You lying little witch! You know exactly what you did! I always knew you were jealous of me and Zack, but to tell him I was seeing Richie Dwight behind his back! I should have known you wanted to break us up! I ought to”—and the raising of Lana’s fists prodded a quick gasp from the gathered crowd—
“You ought to find out if somebody else did it before you smash Lissy’s face in!” a small but strong assertive redhead, whose casual jeans and sweatshirt and Reeboks and the uncomplicated ponytail in which her long fire-red tresses hung marked her simple, blunt nature, interjected incisively, stepping between the two putative combatants. “If you’re going to get ten days OSS for slugging somebody, make sure it’s the right one!”
“You get out of my way, Chelsea Parker!” Lana hissed truculently, disguising well the trepidation having to fight through Chelsea Parker struck in her. “You don’t have any idea what you’re talking about!”
“Oh,” Chelsea retorted with a snort, “so there’s no possible way that Devan Jensen’s spreading that rumor to get back at Richie for ditching her and going out with Paula Ryan? Is that what you’re saying?” Which possibility cooled Lana’s anger somewhat—
“But I saw her talking to Zack, and then he”—
“I was telling him I thought it was a lie, you stupid blonde!” Felicity Mabrey—Lissy to Darius Allen friend and enemy alike—yelled in belated defense of herself. “He asked me if I thought it was true, and I told him I didn’t! Now I’m sorry I told him! It’d be what you deserve, you idiot!” The mortified dread which whispered to Lana that she might have slandered her friend Lissy relieved itself in another fit of pique—
“Well, how was I supposed to know that?” Lana snapped angrily to a Felicity angrily gathering up her books and slamming her locker door shut. “It’s not like I can read minds, you know! I saw you there with Zack after hearing that crap, what was I supposed to do, huh?”
“An apology might be a good idea,” Chelsea muttered at Lana as the blonde pursued Felicity down the hall toward the front doors and the bus the three of them shared…
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The destination of that particular Darius Allen bus was the rather upscale Snowden neighborhood of Valleyview Estates, an upper-middle-class aggregation of homes belonging to various professional and other white-collar families lying above the town proper with rolling green lawns and backyards shaded from the afternoon autumnal sun by a peppering of trees left from the old forests of Zed’s Mountain when the development had been built. The Hartmans, whose patriarch was a successful contractor in the nearby county seat of Center City, lived on Valleyview Drive. There too was the al-Fashir family, whose Egyptian-born patriarch was a well-regarded cardiologist and whose British-born matriarch was a professor of history and archaeology at the town’s pride and occasional joy Snowden State University; the O’Haras, a mixed family whose ex-cop criminalism-professor husband and attorney wife each brought a bright, intelligent seventeen-year-old daughter to the new family table; the Houselys, whose patriarch kept a lucrative position as an executive at Center City’s Jennings Industries and whose wife kept a beautifully-maintained home and two energetic and occasionally obstreperous ‘tween-age sons. And the Morgans of Timothy Morgan, M. D., lab director of the new Snowden State Research Center of MediChem Labs, Inc. And of course the Mabreys of Ken Mabrey, top financial advisor of Center City’s Allen Financial Services LLC.
The high school bus was not the first to arrive at Valleyview, as evidenced by the bustle of elementary and middle-school age youth along Valleyview Drive. Young Aisha al-Fashir, the bright sixth-grade daughter of the Doctors al-Fashir, was pedaling her bike up the gentle slope of Valleyview Drive under the watchful eye of her professor mother—Aisha was precociously learned, but far from athletic—alongside her near-neighbor and classmate Lisbeth Morgan, a charming young lady with much of her eldest sister’s looks and a distinct degree of her attitude. The Hartman children—sixth-grader Sammy and eighth-grader Skyler—were lounging on the Hartman front lawn enjoying the pleasantly unexpected warmth of the afternoon before attempting their homework. On the Mabrey front yard, fourth-grader Charity Mabrey—tall, slim, raven-haired like her two elder sisters, and even brighter than either of those two intelligent young women—was turning cartwheels with her two classmate friends Jilly Burton, the bespectacled class bookworm, and plump, pleasant strawberry-blonde Meredith Howland, youngest child of the town’s veterinarian. On the wide Housely front porch, Leslie Morgan, the brilliant but troubled middle daughter of Dr. Morgan’s brood, whose face was perhaps a trifle softer than Lana’s or Lisbeth’s but still charming even with the stylish new glasses concealing the deep green eyes she shared with her sisters and mother, sat on the step awaiting ninth-grader Jimmy’s arrival on the high-school bus and the chance to talk to her sometime boyfriend. And up in the spacious Housely back yard, eighth-graders Joey Housely and Serenity Mabrey were entertaining themselves…
Of all the remaining passengers on the high-school bus, none was more relieved to reach the Valleyview stop than Chelsea Parker, Felicity’s guest for the afternoon and evening. She had played the increasingly-harried referee for Lana and Felicity the entire way, scolding Lana for her precipitous leap to a false conclusion and Lissy for her disdain for Lana’s dignity, not to mention her thousand-and-first ‘blonde’ gibe. Lana and Lissy were still quite frosty with each other as the bus stopped…
And it would be a fine social opportunity missed. The upcoming weekend was of the three-day variety because of a Monday in-service day for the teachers, and on top of that bounty was the cherry-on-top bonus of seeing both the Mabrey and the Morgan parents away for the weekend. Mr. and Dr. Mabrey were folding a romantic getaway into a convention of the AAUW while Dr. and Mrs. Morgan were already on their way to a MediChem exhibition at the corporate headquarters. Had Lana and Lissy been on speaking terms, the weekend would have been one of great promise, despite Mrs. Housely’s and Mrs. Dr. al-Fashir’s promise to their neighbors and friends Hope Mabrey and Lainie Morgan to keep a close eye on the doings at the Mabrey and Morgan households. As it was, Chelsea Parker was hard put to keep Lana and Lissy from throwing a catfight instead of a party…
The high-schoolers spilled off the bus with a languid energy which was the hallmark of a warm Friday afternoon; seniors Hannah and Maggie O’Hara sharing senior-class gossip all the way into Chez O’Hara, freshman Jimmy to the front porch of his home to have another long talk with Leslie Morgan, and Lissy Mabrey and Lana Morgan arguing their way toward the Morgan house with Chelsea between them. Until something in the Housely back yard caught their eyes. Their first smiles of the afternoon boiled up to their lips as they ran toward a secluded tree in the Housely back yard—
Where Serenity Mabrey, looking trim in a thin black t-neck long-sleeve top and a short, tweedy rust-orange skirt, black tights and patent-leather mules on her long legs and shiny orange barrettes in her glossy raven locks accenting her smart autumnal outfit, stood with her back against its trunk. Her long slim arms were pinned behind the trunk at her back, and the black-orange theme of her appearance was ruined only by the white of the clothesline wrapped and knotted around her slender wrists and her long, coltish legs at ankles and knees. Her languid, smiling wriggles against the tree bespoke not a care in the world until—
“Oh-my-God!” Chelsea blurted at the scene before her, which made the languid young eighth-grader start in red-faced embarrassment—
Which Lissy, a huge, maleficent grin on her face, decided to stoke for her own personal enjoyment. With a chortling laugh, she clasped her hands behind her back, pulling her elbows tightly behind her as well, and wriggled in mock distress as her sister’s freckled face glowed in crimson humiliation. “Ooh, save me! Save me!” Lissy chortled in a damsel-in-distress falsetto as she wriggled in mock distress, borrowing youngest sister Charity’s frequent gibe at Serenity’s games with Joey. The gibe succeeded not only in embarrassing Serenity about her favorite game with Joey—humiliation enough in itself—but, with Felicity’s pulled-together elbows pushing out her chest in reflex, also wordlessly needling Serenity about her comparative lack of development compared to her sister. Felicity rarely passed up a chance to needle Serenity about having the flattest chest in the Snowden Middle eighth grade, if not the whole school… “Oh please Mr. Burglar,” Lissy continued to mock Serenity with her lilting, mocking falsetto, “please don’t forget to tie me up tight!”
“Shut up, Lissy,” Serenity muttered red-faced as she feverishly twisted her wrists free of Joey’s ropes.
Felicity had no such intention. She wriggled even more theatrically knowing that around a nearby corner, Joey was probably as embarrassed as Serenity. If not, Jimmy would work on it later, she decided… “Oh, Mr. Burglar,” she cooed loudly enough to reach her own front yard and her youngest sister, not to mention the Housely front porch, “I promise I won’t fight back while you tie me up tight and make me your prisoner of love!” Chelsea and Lana were snorting gales of laughter as Serenity freed her hands—
“I told you to shut up, Lissy!” Serenity yelled as she tugged shakily at the knots binding her knees together, wishing she could dissolve into the earth. “Or I’ll”—
“Ask Joey to tie you up even tighter?” Lana sniggered. “Please, Mister Kidnapper,” she mocked as Serenity’s trembling hands finally found the knots tying her knees together, “I don’t want to be able to run away, so please tie me all up nice and tight!” Now Leslie and Jimmy were there, grinning widely at Serenity’s distress—
“Lana,” Leslie rejoined with a smile significantly less malevolent than anyone else’s around the tree, “be nice. After all, they’re just playing!” Which brought an incisive snort from her elder sister—
“Oh, don’t even, Leslie!” Lana snorted haughtily. “ ‘Oh Jimmy,’” she mewled in a humid impersonation of Leslie’s reedy, somewhat nasal high-alto voice, “ ‘I just love playing terrorist-and-hostage with you! You tie me so wonderfully!’ You guys want to hear my recording of her?” Leslie’s own red face declared that she herself would rather not, but Lissy, finally mollified to her contretemps with Lana by the hilarious scene in the Housely back yard, chortled her agreement—
“Oh, don’t you either!” Serenity, finally free of her bonds, bawled at Felicity. “Where do you think Jimmy got so good at tying? ‘Please Jimmy,’” she mocked in her own turn to relieve her own mortification a small degree, “ ‘tie me to the chair. You like tying me to chairs, don’t you?’ You remember, Snotface?” Serenity for one remembered that particular scene clearly…
“I just didn’t want hogtied on the ground!” Lissy bawled back at her sister. “You make it sound like I like it like you do, you little pervert!”
“Pervert?” Serenity shouted back. “Just who was the one who met Chris Dunleavy at the boat dock every night at camp in a string bikini, huh? ‘Don’t wear anything hard to get out of, Lissy!’” There were certain difficulties attendant upon having two sisters working as CITs in the same Camp Evergreen cabin, particularly as regarded post-lights-out entertainment and personal secrets…
“Why, you sneaky little pervert, I’ll”—
“Well,” Lana snorted back a wet-eyed laugh, “that explains why you always walked funny in the mornings, Lissy”—
“You just shut your mouth, Lana Morgan!” Felicity fired back angrily. “Your swimsuit stayed awful dry when you went swimming with Zack Morton that night that”—
“Stop-right-now!” Chelsea halted the quickly-boiling classmates. “None of us were complete angels at camp, so just stop it!” Certain evenings with her boyfriend Colby Burns kept Chelsea from being too pious about the matter…
“But she”—Lana and Lissy protested simultaneously.
“Shut it!” Chelsea commanded, her blue eyes glinting with an idea. “If you guys can shut up a minute, I know how you guys can settle this argument!” She grabbed her two classmates and pulled them to her. Everyone else tried to hear as she whispered to Lissy and Lana…
“I will if she will,” Lissy glared.
“And I will if she will,” Lana agreed mulishly.
“All of you,” Chelsea asserted. “You two and all your sisters. That’ll get it all out of all your systems!” She turned commandingly to Serenity and Leslie, Lisbeth and Charity. “All of you to Lana’s house. We’re settling these fights once and for all.”
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Four Mabrey and Morgan sisters sat on the spacious Morgan living-room sofa while the three eldest of the group—Chelsea, Felicity, and Lana—settled the details.
“It’s like this,” Chelsea explained. “If Lissy wins, Lana has to apologize in public for accusing Lissy of lying about her. If Lana wins, Lissy has to apologize in public to Lana for making blonde jokes about her. If you guys want to make your own side bets, go ahead.”
“Wait a minute!” Lisbeth protested. “I don’t get the game!”
Chelsea rolled her eyes. “Okay, again. It’s you, Leslie, and Lana against Felicity, Serenity, and Charity. You play all weekend until your parents get home. The side that captures and ties up all the sisters on the other side wins. If neither side catches all of the other, the one that has the most of the other side tied up by the time your parents get home wins. If anyone gets loose, they don’t count. You only win when you have all three of the others tied up at the same time.”
“Sort of like that game of capture-the-flag we did at camp the night before the campers got there,” Serenity snickered, not at all displeased by either game. The Camp Evergreen counselors had created their own version of capture-the-flag that tended to put greater emphasis upon capturing the other team’s counselors than capturing their flag, as the smile bubbling up on Leslie’s lips made clear she remembered fondly…
“If you surrender as soon as we start this time,” Lana warned her sister harshly, remembering Leslie’s behavior in that well-remembered game, “I’ll make you so sorry, you’ll never want to be tied up again!”
The idea of throwing the game in order to enjoy being tied up made Charity’s eyes narrow suspiciously on Serenity. Felicity too had her suspicions of her sister… “What?” Serenity blurted, seeing the hard stares at her. “You think I’m letting any of those guys tie me up?” Not noticing the sly smile forming on Lana Morgan’s face…
“Anyhow,” Chelsea pronounced, “the game starts at eight tonight, so you guys all have time to eat supper and stuff. May the best kidnappers win!” Leaving no room for further debate, she immediately left the Morgan house and headed down their front stoop—
“So that’s it?” Chelsea was asked as soon as she was off the Morgan front porch. Hannah and Maggie, intrigued by the afternoon entertainment on Valleyview Drive and bored by the day’s gossip, had invited themselves along with Chelsea, and followed her out onto the road, and Hannah had been grinning at the whole affair. “No tricks or anything?”
“I didn’t say that,” Chelsea grinned covertly as she strolled in the general direction of the Mabrey house where dinner and homework awaited, but with her eyes on the house beside it.
“Isn’t it cheating to let the Housely boys play too?” Hannah, a slender, bespectacled blonde with intelligent hazel eyes glittering mischievously in the late-afternoon sunlight, giggled. “That’d make it five against three!” Knowing the affinity Jimmy and Joey had for tying up Felicity and Serenity…
“Unless we get to play too,” Maggie of the dancer’s build and sparkling wavy black hair and dark southern-Italian eyes winked. “That’d make it even. Five on five.”
“Oh it gets even better than that,” Chelsea grinned as she pulled away from the O’Hara sisters and fairly skipped to the Housely domicile…
Last edited by Mister Mistoffelees on Sat Apr 05, 2014 2:37 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

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Post by ducttapelover » Thu Aug 28, 2008 1:06 am

this is good i cant w8 for the rest
Ducttape is the answer to any argument

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Post by Zaphod » Sun Aug 31, 2008 3:45 pm

Well, this promises to be a fun story. I can't wait until the game is afoot. Thanks for posting, Mr. M.!

### Chapter 2...

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Mon Sep 01, 2008 6:33 pm

...is here, in which the Mabrey and Morgan--and certain other--combatants "get their game on." Read and enjoy!
DTL, I have this and another short chapter ready (if anyone out there is interested in Chapter 3), so your wait was hopefully not too long!
Zaph, glad to see you here! Now you see that Snowden is more than girl detectives in trouble! Hope you like!
And now, without further ado...
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2 Get Your Game On
Chelsea Parker had other business in Valleyview Estates—at least officially—than organizing the game of capture-the-neighbor which was quickly taking shape in the Morgan and Mabrey households. To wit, sitting Aisha al-Fashir while her parents spent a night out on a well-deserved date. She had already smilingly suggested to Doctor and Doctor al-Fashir that they take their time that night…
“You have something up your sleeve,” Aisha observed with a narrow smile on her olive-toned face as she sat at her favorite perch at the breakfast bar and watched Chelsea prepare their supper. The lilt of her Hermione-Granger accent carried more than a trace of amusement…
“What makes you think that?” Chelsea replied, all innocence.
“You’ve been grinning like a fool all evening,” Aisha pointed out, “and you spent a whole hour at the Housely place. Unless you’ve thrown over Colby Burns for Jimmy Housely, you’re planning something. Probably that awful game you organized between the Mabreys and the Morgans.”
“What game?”
“You’re a very bad liar, Chelsea,” Aisha giggled. “Lisbeth’s already called me to ask if I wanted to help kidnap some Mabreys. Told me all about Lana and Felicity’s row at school today, and asked if I’d want to help her catch Charity Mabrey.”
Chelsea smiled a defeated smile. “And are you?”
“I’m not sure,” Aisha mused with a smile. “Charity herself called me just after to ask if I wanted to catch Lisbeth! There’s all sorts of plotting going on around us!”
“That was what I was counting on,” Chelsea smiled as she extracted their meal from the oven…
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“She’s already got those two Housely perverts working for Lana, I’d bet,” Felicity mused darkly of Chelsea Parker over the pizza she had ordered in. “If I see you going over to play pretend with Joey,” she warned Serenity, “I’ll kill you. There’s no way I’m going to end up apologizing to that skanky witch Lana Morgan in the middle of the courtyard!”
“I sort of had an idea about that,” Serenity smiled covertly. “A way to take Joey out of the game.”
“What?” Lissy demanded.
“You’ll see when we start playing,” Serenity tittered into her last slice of pizza.
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“I think I’ve got Aisha to help me catch Charity,” Lizzie Morgan—Lisbeth to her parents—smiled as she helped Leslie rinse and stack the supper dishes in the dishwasher, watching the last of the sun sink over the crest of the mountain. She started—“Look! There’s Serenity going over to Joey Housely’s place!”
“I was counting on that!” Lana grinned. “ ‘Ren Mabrey is so stuck on that boyfriend of hers she’ll go play her twisted little game with him even in the middle of our game!” She glared at Leslie. “If I catch you going over there I’m beating your silly little butt!”
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“I thought you were playing that game between your sister and Lana Morgan,” Joey asked as Serenity led him by the hand into the woods above Mr. Housely’s workshop shed.
“I’d rather play with you,” Serenity cooed. “Be the lovely secret agent captured by the world-famous spy!” It was an invitation she knew Joey would not be able to resist, especially with Serenity still dressed in her school ensemble. Dress nice and he’ll do anything I want… “I even brought ropes!” she giggled, sneaking a hank of rope out of the brand-new handbag she had slung over her shoulder. Joey smiled avidly, anticipating the joy of tying up Serenity—
Until long arms came from nowhere and pinned his arms to his side—a moist, slender hand clamped over his mouth—
“Of course, maybe the lovely secret agent decides to capture the world-famous spy instead,” Serenity giggled as she handed the ropes to Maggie while Hannah held the wriggling Joey in place. “Before he can help Lana Morgan catch me!” Out from the handbag came a washrag and a long, corner-folded bandanna—
“Wmmd?” Joey bleated through Hannah’s hand-gag. “Wmmd mrr oo tmmkmg abmmt?”
“Oh, don’t even try to lie about it, Joseph James Housely!” Serenity retorted as she wadded up the washrag. “I know Chelsea Parker was over at your place to talk you into playing pretend with me tonight! Were you supposed to drag me over to Leslie’s house after you tied me up? Was that the plan?”
“Nnph!” Joey wailed through Hannah’s hand as she, Maggie, and Serenity forced him face-first to the ground—
“Oh, then so what was the plan?” Serenity demanded while Hannah and Maggie each dragged one of Joey’s arms behind his back and Maggie crossed his wrists over each other. Hannah obligingly freed Joey’s mouth so he could make answer to his truculent girlfriend
“There wasn’t any plan!” Joey yelped, wincing from the sudden tight grip of rope on his wrists. “I swear to God, Serenity, I wasn’t planning to trick you or anything! We just”—
“Oh, so there’s some other plan you guys made with Chelsea, isn’t there?” Serenity demanded while Hannah and Maggie hoisted Joey to his feet. “She wasn’t over there just to borrow a cup of sugar! Maybe you guys were going to gang up on Lissy? Maybe Jerkface?”
“No, not her!” Joey expostulated, then stopped with a squeak the instant he realized he’d just said too much—
“Then who?” Serenity demanded as she helped Hannah and Maggie back Joey against a tree well behind the workshop where neither Housely parent could see. “You just admitted it, Joey! You and Jimmy are after somebody, now who is it?” While Serenity interrogated her bound boyfriend, Hannah and Maggie gleefully wrapped Joey to the tree trunk under a quickly-spun web of rope.
“He’ll kill me if I say!” Joey bleated, earning himself a stern smile from Serenity
“Oh, so you’re going to be tough, huh?” Maggie, starting to fully enjoy the game, snarled playfully. “Remember, my dad used to be a cop, and he taught me all sorts of interrogation techniques! We’ll make you talk!”
“No fair!” Joey squealed as Hannah knelt down and untied Joey’s K-Swiss running shoes. “It’s three against one!” Only then did he notice Hannah removing his footwear. “What are you doing to me?”
Serenity grinned, stuffing the washrag back into her purse but smoothing the long-folded bandanna. “That’s for us to know and for you to only find out when we do it to you!” Joey tried to resist, but it took Serenity only a few moments to cover his eyes with the bandanna blindfold. “Ooh, look, he didn’t tuck his shirt in!” Serenity chortled to her two partners in crime, who grinned and flexed long agile fingers…
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“So, did Joey catch Serenity already?” Chelsea giggled at the Mabrey front door. “Was she out there surrendering to him as soon as supper was over?”
“I don’t know what she’s doing,” Felicity muttered, not quite sure how much to spill to someone obviously in cahoots with the Housely brothers. If Serenity pulled it off, there’s one less of those to bother us… “Of course, if you were a real friend you’d help me grab Lana!”
“I can’t take sides!” Chelsea snickered as she strolled inside, perfectly at home in her best friend’s house as she had been all her life, taking note of Charity peeking out the living room picture window. Good… “I see you guys did pizza tonight. Mind if I have a slice? The al-Fashirs left us stuffed peppers and I’d have rather starved!” Now, to set the hook… “By the way, did you hear about Deanna McAllister and her sick boyfriend Evan Hartley?”
“No, what?” Lissy gaped as she followed Chelsea into the kitchen, always interested in the latest in Darius Allen High gossip. As she rounded the corner into the kitchen, Chelsea heard the quiet knock she’d been expecting. “Well,” Chelsea grinned, leading Lissy deep into the Mabrey kitchen, “Krysten heard from Tricia Dwight that Evan’s sister Arielle…”
Seeing that Lissy was preoccupied with Chelsea and the evening edition of Darius Allen High Confidential, Charity scampered to the door, only at the last moment remembering that various Morgans were out there plotting to capture Mabreys. She hesitated, peeked through the curtain beside the door—oh, it’s just…
“Hey Aisha,” Charity greeted Aisha al-Fashir brightly, noting the avid excitement of Aisha’s face, “what’s up?”
“Charity,” Aisha exclaimed breathlessly, “I’ve just seen the most amazing thing in my back yard! You simply have to come see it!” She tugged at Charity’s hand. “Hurry!” She fairly dragged Charity into the Mabrey front yard—
“Well, what is it?” Charity demanded, wondering what could have her placid sixth-grade neighbor Aisha so excited—
“This!” Lizzie Morgan chortled, clamping her hand over Charity’s mouth while Aisha spun about and pinioned Charity’s arms to her sides. While Charity expostulated furiously beneath Lisbeth’s hand-gag and wriggled fiercely to try to escape Aisha’s grip, Lizzie took advantage of Charity’s muffled but outraged cries to stuff a washcloth between Charity’s lips. It was big enough that Lizzie could not fit it all in Charity’s mouth, but still took the time to secure it in place with several quick swaths of duct tape—
“I’m terribly sorry, Charity,” Aisha cooed with a trace of sincerity in her voice as Lisbeth gathered up Charity’s flailing legs and the two sixth-graders carried the furious Charity toward the Morgan house, “but Lizzie is my classmate you know. I’m sure it won’t be long before the game’s over and you can be set free again, but for now you’re going to have to be our prisoner!” Which Charity seemed very heartily to object to as she was carried, squirming and squealing, to her enemy’s basement…
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Lissy Mabrey, hearing Charity’s sudden—and suddenly-muffled—squeal, fought past a chortling Chelsea Parker only in time to see Lisbeth Morgan and Aisha al-Fashir quickly carry Felicity’s wriggling sister into the Morgan family basement. Understanding that she had been rather basely tricked by her supposed friend, Lissy stormed down to the basement lounge, where Chelsea stood grinning in the middle of the room—
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“Stop it! Stop it!” Joey fairly screamed, writhing helplessly under a barrage of tickling from Hannah, Maggie, and Serenity. Not that he hasn’t somewhat enjoyed, it, Hannah and Maggie noted. There are some things adolescent boys just can’t lie about, after all… “Stop it! Please! I give up! I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!” The probing fingers let up a moment, allowing Joey to catch his breath. “It’s Lissy!” he wheezed, finally able to breathe after the intense tickle torture. “Jimmy’s going to help Chelsea catch Lissy!”
“I thought I saw him just leave!” Serenity gaped to her two accomplices—“we better hurry!”
“Right behind you, ‘Ren!” Hannah called as Serenity ran toward her house, Maggie and Hannah in her wake—
“Hey! What about me!” Joey screeched, hearing his tormentors run away. He wriggled against the tree trunk, but immediately knew that escape was not in the cards for him. And his jeans felt like they were going to explode, much to his humiliation… “I can’t get loose! Come back and untie me!” But no answer came to his ears…
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“I should have known you’d screw me over!” Lissy Mabrey stormed at the grinning Chelsea, who stood in the middle of the basement lounge with her arms folded across her chest and her face beaming a smile, a smile which goaded Felicity to fly at her former friend. “You and Lana decided to trmmph!” Her tirade was cut off by a quick, rough hand covering her mouth—more hands wrapped around her middle, pinning her arms to her side—“Hmm! Hmm rrmm”—
“Surprise!” a tall, slender, dark-headed brown-eyed young man of some seventeen years chuckled. A young man Lissy recognized instantly as Chelsea’s boyfriend Colby Burns from Wiltontown… “Chell let us in when you went up to try to save Charity!”
“ ‘Mss?’” Felicity asked through Colby’s hand-gag as she felt other fast hands pinioning her wrists crossed behind her back—she heard a chuckle—
“Me too!” Jimmy Housely chortled as he quickly, expertly tied Felicity’s hands behind her back. “I haven’t got to tie you up in way too long! This is so cool!”
“Be careful, Jimmy,” Chelsea cautioned with a huge grin as Colby and Jimmy manhandled Felicity toward an old wooden chair Mr. Mabrey kept in the basement lounge. Which had seen its share of tied-up girls over the years… “Chris Dunleavy might get jealous, you know! Maybe we ought to send him a few pictures of her to entertain him!” She promptly matched actions to words, snapping off a quick set of photos with her camera-phone while Felicity tossed against the bonds with which Colby and Jimmy were tying her to the chair. Ropes over her chest, over her lap, ankles tied to the chair legs…
“You little bitch!” Lissy screeched at Chelsea as she wriggled her face free of Colby’s hand-gag. “You just wait until I get my hands on ymmph!” But her threat was cut off by a rolled-up sock pressed between her lips by Chelsea’s own hand and quickly taped in place with pre-torn strips of duct tape…
“Just shut up and sit still, Liss,” Chelsea teased as she punched up a number on her cell. “This game is far from over!” She sat down on the love seat and put her phone to her ear. “Lana? Chell here. I got her! I just sent you the pics, you got ‘em?” Chelsea burst into a long, braying laugh. “I would have sent you a clip, but hey, you can come over here and see her yourself! You ought to hear her through her gag!” She giggled again. “Well, you can hear it even better when you come on over and help me carry her to your place. Charity will appreciate the company, and pretty soon ‘Ren will finish it! Great! See you in a minute!” She hung up and stood over a writhing, furiously mewling Felicity. “Let’s get you ready to see Lana!” The two boys grinned too…
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### Chapter 3

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Fri Sep 05, 2008 12:56 pm

Time for a little bit of Chapter 3, in which "Counterstrokes" are taken against the opening moves of the Valleyview Estates game of "capture the neighbor"...read and enjoy! Comments welcome!
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3 Counterstrokes
“Are you enjoying this as much as I am?” Maggie tittered to her sister—technically step-sister, but not the way both only-children saw it—Hannah as they strolled back toward Chez O’Hara after witnessing through the Mabrey basement window Felicity’s comeuppance at Chelsea, Colby, and Jimmy’s hands. Serenity, not inclined yet to come to her irritating big sister’s rescue and equally not inclined to become Colby and Jimmy’s next victim, tagged along with her two older neighbors. “I wonder if Dad would let me borrow his old handcuffs so we could go hunting on our own?”
“Yeah,” Serenity observed with no small trace of sourness in her voice. “I noticed how much you enjoyed tying up Joey! And how much he liked you tying him up!”
“Oh, ‘Ren, it’s nothing like that!” Maggie reassured her suddenly-grumpy young friend and neighbor. “You know I’m seeing Chris Howland, don’t you? Now, as for Hannah, though…” she twinkled at her between-boyfriends sister Hannah—
“I’m not that desperate!” Hannah smirked, getting a bit tired of Maggie’s needling over her less-than-sublime love life—and for just the most fleeting of moments, a narrow glint flashed in Hannah’s bespectacled hazel eyes…
“You know,” she offered Serenity, “after we untie your boyfriend, maybe you ought to hang out at our place for a while. Lana wouldn’t think to look for you there!” And don’t forget to bring your purse, Serenity…
“Might be fun!” Serenity agreed, picturing her social stock rising through association with actual high-school seniors…
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Lana was giggling with ferocious joy as she made her way in the deepening night toward the Mabrey house. Lissy Mabrey looked absolutely furious in the pics Chelsea had sent her, and she couldn’t wait for the chance to gloat over her friend/rival in a way Lissy could not answer—literally! She took care to enter by way of the shrub-concealed basement door, just in case Serenity was still about and seeking revenge. Down the stairs, open the door…
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Charity was two years younger than both Lisbeth and her ally Aisha, but much stronger and more athletic despite the age difference, which meant that it took both young ladies to subdue their captive as they wrestled on the richly-carpeted floor of the Morgan family’s well-appointed basement lounge. Only the fact that Charity’s first instinct was to take out the gag taped into her mouth allowed Lizzie and Aisha to get control of Charity’s flailing arms and to sit heavily on their prone but still writhing captive, whose angry cries through her gag betrayed her anger at having been betrayed and captured. It took all of Aisha’s strength to pin Charity’s wrists together to allow Lizzie to start wrapping a terry-cloth bathrobe belt around Charity’s wrists, and they both found themselves dodging Charity’s flailing feet—
“You could help, you know!” Lizzie snapped at her sister Leslie, who emerged into the basement but stood back and took in the scene before her. “You don’t just have to stand there and laugh!”
“But you’re doing so well!” Leslie tittered, amused and distinctly intrigued by the scene before her. Charity sure does put up a good fight… “And somebody has to stand guard in case Serenity tries to sneak in and catch us!”
“Why, so you can surrender and let her tie you up?” Lizzie sneered as she managed to gather up Charity’s legs and lie hard on them. Even so, Charity’s wriggling threatened to toss her off her captive… “I heard what happened at summer camp,” she noted saucily as she pulled Charity’s ankles together and started wrapping one of her belts around them. The best she could do at that moment… “She surrendered to Cora Peabody as soon as the game started,” she regaled Aisha, who was putting the finishing touches on the ropes binding Charity’s wrists behind her back. “It took Cora half the night to take Leslie to their prison!” Lucky Cora isn’t up here tonight…
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“You’re kidding!” the young lady’s small piccolo of a voice gaped into her phone. Even as diminutive as the young lady speaking into the phone was—barely five feet tall—the high-pitched note of her voice was more suited to a seven-year-old than the thirteen-year-old to which it actually belonged through unspeakable tragedy. But tragedy was not at all on the mind of a grinning Abbie Dwight as she listened to the tale her BFF Serenity Mabrey was telling her over her cell, as her sparkling blue eyes and agape mouth attested… “Oh my god, if Chris Dunleavy ever found out, he’d…no way! You mean Aisha actually helped catch Charity? Oh my god!…no, you’re not calling Jaden to see if he’ll help!” she retorted with less than perfect levity to one of Serenity’s suggestions. If there was one single possession Abbie Dwight would not share with anyone, it was her boyfriend Jaden Ross… “Not even to capture me!” But then Abbie’s eyes narrowed as Serenity added another suggestion, narrowed in the direction of the girl whose bedroom she was sitting in to work on some overdue homework for her eighth-grade social studies class. Another eighth-grader almost as petite as Abbie—distinctly less curvy in build than the giggling russet-brunette Abbie laughing into her cell—despite being a year older than her crinkled her nose at Abbie’s gaze. “Well, I’m not going to speak for Cora,” Abbie tittered, smiling at Cora across the table from her, “but I’d be willing to help you out! Of course,” Abbie added, ostentatiously louder for Cora’s benefit, “if Cora knew your evil plans to capture Leslie and make her your prisoner, she might come along too!” As the sudden fiery blush lighting Cora’s soft round face suggested… “The Mabreys and the Morgans are trying to capture each other,” Abbie explained to Cora, quickly filling in the details of the family feud between the Mabrey and Morgan daughters. “And their parents are all away for the weekend,” she added with a broad hint in her blue eyes. She saw the intrigued consternation brewing in Cora Peabody’s big soft brown eyes, in hue exactly the color of the short hair which framed her fair-toned face, and Abbie smiled naughtily. “You’re dying to go, Cora Lee,” she asserted, emphasizing the point by using the middle name which only Cora’s family traditionally used.
“But we might get in trouble,” Cora peeped…
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“Duct tape is so you!” Lana chortled above a furiously expostulating Felicity, pointing out the tape over Felicity’s mouth which shone dully in the dim lamplight of the Mabrey basement. “You ought to have it over your mouth all the time! It’s an improvement!” Lana laughed again at the unintelligible riposte Felicity spat at her through the tape-gag. “See? That’s exactly what I mean! It keeps you shut up!”
“She’s so cute all tied up,” Chelsea encouraged Lana, “isn’t she?”
“Yeah,” Lana chortled. “It’s her best look yet!”
“Want to try it out yourself?” Chelsea grinned—
Lana stared hard at Chelsea. “What do you memmph!” Quick arms had wrapped her up in a tight bear-hug, and a quick hand clamped itself over Lana’s mouth, before she could finish her question—
“You know,” redheaded Chelsea snickered as Jimmy Housely and Colby Burns wrestled a stunned Lana prone to the floor, “maybe Lissy wouldn’t make so many blonde jokes about you if you weren’t such a walking stereotype! I mean, how obvious a trap could it be?”
Lana wrenched her face away from Colby’s hand-gag, an effort which made it easier for Jimmy Housely to wrench Lana’s arms behind her back and start binding her wrists crossed over each other. “You—you dirty—I ought to”—
“You ought to just shut up and take it!” Chelsea grinned fiercely as Jimmy finished his quick, effective ropework on Lana’s wrists and Colby gathered up her flailing legs to bind her ankles, pushing up the legs of her jeans a bit so they wouldn’t interfere with the ropes on her ankles. “There’s no point fighting the two of them, so you and Lissy can both just sit here for a while and think about how rotten you treat each other!”
“You just wait until I get my hands on you, Chelsea Parker!” Lana seethed at Chelsea while Colby plied some more rope around her knees to complement the bonds on her ankles. “When I get loose, I’m going to kmmph oo!”
“No,” Chelsea retorted as she sealed the rolled-up sock she had popped between Lana’s lips into her mouth with a long strip of duct tape followed up by a couple more, “like I said, you’re going to shut up! Duct tape’s as much an improvement on you as it is on Lissy!”
“Mm hmmt oo, Chmmsmm Pmmkmm!” Lana bawled through her newly-secured gag.
“Then you can hate me some more,” she snickered, taking an unused length of rope from the floor and straddling Lana’s back. “You’re flexible enough that I’m not taking any chances,” Chelsea added with a laugh, pulled Lana’s elbows toward each other and looping several coils of rope around them. Lucky for Lana the sleeves of the Aeropostale hoodie protected the flesh of her arms from the ropes which Chelsea used to tie her elbows… “Now you just lay there like a good little blonde while we go see about all your crazy sisters!” she giggled as she knotted off the last rope and fairly skipped out the door hand-in-hand with Colby, with Jimmy close behind after turning off the table lamp and leaving the two chief combatants of the feud to wriggle helplessly in the darkness…
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“If you guys are sleeping over with Serenity,” Abbie’s big sister Tricia noted skeptically as she turned her beloved old lime-green Sundance into a driveway, “just why am I dropping you off at Hannah and Maggie’s place?” It was indeed the driveway to the O’Hara home into which Abbie had steered her sister, and the silhouettes of Hannah and Serenity confirmed Abbie’s choice of destination. “And why are there no lights on at the Mabreys?” She turned toward her passengers in the back seat. “Cora Peabody! Did you actually lie to your Aunt Sandy that ‘Ren’s parents were home?” Lying was something not traditionally associated with Cora Peabody…
“No,” Abbie interceded as Trish stopped the car and the three travelers alighted from the car. “I lied to her Aunt Sandy that Serenity’s parents were home!”
“Which means you lied to Mom, too,” Trish observed astringently. An astringency which failed her when she saw the smile on her close friend Hannah’s face. Not to mention the smile on Serenity’s face… “You guys are up to something,” she asserted to none and all.
“Us?” Hannah asked, all mock innocence as she led Trish, Abbie, and Cora through the O’Hara living room—empty, with the Mr. and Mrs. out on the town that night—“Why would you even think that, Trish?” she asked wide-eyed as she led her guests into the bedroom she shared with her “sister” Maggie—
“Maggie tied to her bed is sort of a giveaway,” Trish giggled, taking quick note of her classmate and friend Maggie lying supine on her bed, wrists and ankles bound to the closest bedposts in a loose but still effective spreadeagle, her mouth taped and eyes wrapped in a folded-bandanna blindfold—“And does she know she’s laying there in nothing but her underwear?”
“Mm-hmm,” Maggie mewled from her bed, recognizing Trish’s voice.
“She’s being punished,” Hannah minced in her big-sister voice—she was ten months older than her sister Maggie—“She had too much fun tying up Joey Housely!”
Abbie stifled a laugh. “Yeah, she really looks like she’s being punished!” Maggie didn’t seem to be fighting against her bonds very hard…
“Look at it this way,” Serenity interjected with a worldly glint to her gray-green eyes. “She’s all tied up—and Chris Howland isn’t here!”
“Okay,” Trish giggled, “so it is punishment! But,” she asked Serenity, “why are you here and not home?” Serenity quickly explained the game Chelsea had organized…
“Mom?” Trish asked winsomely over her cell after hearing Serenity’s story. “Is it okay if I crash at Hannah’s tonight? I’m really exhausted!” Her smile told Trish’s friends that it was perfectly okay…
“Now, just where is Leslie?” Abbie asked Serenity, noticing the fiery blush which boiled up on Cora’s face at the name. No, you’re not excited about this, Cora Lee, not at all…
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### Chapter 4

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Wed Sep 17, 2008 1:28 pm

4 Night Moves
It was shaping up to be an unexpectedly quiet night for Leslie Morgan, and she wasn’t at all sure she liked the fact. There was plenty of abduction going on, and none of it involved her, after all… She knew that Felicity Mabrey had been captured and that Lana was even at that moment probably gloating over her in the Mabrey family basement. While Serenity was probably still at large, such could not be said for Charity, the youngest Mabrey; even as Leslie lounged in the Morgan basement family room, that energetic ten-year-old with the tall slim build she shared with her big sisters and the glossy raven-black hair pulled back into two small curled-in pigtails at either side of the nape of her neck, wriggled and writhed on the carpeted floor near Leslie’s feet. Lizzie had finished the job of binding Charity by securing her bathrobe-belt-bound wrists to her belt-bound ankles with an old pair of outgrown white tights, leaving Charity to writhe and squirm in a fairly compact hogtie. As she was still doing, even as Lizzie and Aisha romped in Lizzie’s upstairs bedroom…
Charity herself was becoming more and more uncomfortable as she persisted in her futile struggles. She was still in the fleecy Strawberry Shortcake sweatshirt she had changed into on her return to school and the pair of snug powder-blue capris and high-rise white Chucks she had worn to school that day, and the warmth of the basement connived with her frenetic struggles to reduce her to a sweaty mess. That same sweatshirt had bunched up and ridden up her tummy from her struggles, and the bunched fabric prodded at her front. The closest she had come to freeing herself was to loosen the strip of tape over her mouth, but Aisha al-Fashir herself had gigglingly wrapped several loops of new tape over her mouth and around her jaw, some of which loops had caught in Charity’s pigtails, leaving her unable to move her head without the tape dragging at her sweat-glistening locks. And her panties were getting into a quite literal twist…
She had tossed herself all over the floor, screamed and squealed loudly and threateningly through the tape over her mouth, but still all Leslie Morgan did was lounge comfortably on the downstairs sofa and bury herself in a book—Leslie’s favorite hobby was reading, probably the cause of her need for the elegant glasses whose golden hue matched her long wavy tresses—while Charity’s anger squirmed out onto the Morgan basement floor. Heaving a long breath into her lungs, Charity decided that if anger wouldn’t work to get Leslie to release her, she would have to try another tack. To which end she cast a long, pitiful mewl through her gag, and fell back on a talent that had been her blessing and her sisters’ curse for as long as she could remember…
Even before Charity’s piteous cry stirred in Leslie’s ears, Charity’s sea-green eyes filled up with a reservoir of dewy tears, and Leslie’s gaze fell upon a face dewed with those big tears rolling emotively down the freckles on Charity’s cheeks. More than once—in fact many times—Charity’s talent for crying on cue had won her favors from parents and punishments visited on her sisters, and even a few classmates at the hands of teachers who didn’t know better of Charity Mabrey, and Charity was full of hope that her magic would work itself on her jailer Leslie Morgan…
And indeed, Leslie’s own green eyes, soft behind her glasses, seemed to melt at the sight of Charity’s tears. She lowered her book—gazed at Charity—“Charity, I can’t stand seeing you crying!” and she lifted herself from the sofa and scurried upstairs. Charity exulted that she had cried Leslie into taking action—probably went for a knife to cut me loose—and waited patiently for Leslie to return and free her—footsteps on the basement stairs—
And there was Leslie, with a long white knee sock. She knelt above Charity’s face—
And with quick hands, tied the knee sock over Charity’s eyes as a crude but effective blindfold. “There! That’s better!” Charity heard Leslie chirp, just before she heard Leslie settling back into her seat on the sofa…
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Darkness was now fully descended upon Snowden and Valleyview Estates, the departure of the last rays through the Mabrey family basement windows leaving both Felicity and Lana tightly bound and gagged therein. With her elbows tied together, Lana found it all but impossible to get enough leverage to raise herself from her prone position on the floor; in her chair, Lissy found every knot securing her to the chair to be inexorably tight. And in the utter darkness neither knew exactly where the other one was…
Lana too knew that without help, she was going nowhere. But not only was the only source of help tightly tied to a chair, that source of help was Felicity Mabrey, in whom Lana reposed not the slightest degree of trust. If she was going to get loose, she knew, it would have to be on her own. She just didn’t yet know how she was going to do that…
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Aisha had finally returned home to find Chelsea lounging in the al-Fashir living room sofa with Colby’s arms wrapped around her as she leaned back on him, and Jimmy Housely splayed all over Mr. Dr. al-Fashir’s best overstuffed chair. They were all thoroughly full of themselves, she observed… “I see you need me to babysit you!” Aisha minced, not without an amused smile on her full olive-toned face, her long deep-dark reddish-brown hair framing her impish expression. “Of course, you’ve caused quite enough mischief for one night, haven’t you Chelsea?”
“Actually, no,” Chelsea grinned, settling herself even more comfortably on Colby’s tall lean frame. “I told Mom I was spending the night at Lissy’s house and she forgot to check, as usual.” Dad would have been an entirely different matter, especially had he known that sophomore Chelsea’s senior-class boyfriend Colby Burns was around…
“You need adult supervision!” Aisha giggled.
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“So it was all Chelsea’s little game?” Trish observed as the little crew lounged around Maggie’s bed. Her mouth still filled, Maggie could not participate in the discussion… Hannah nodded with a glinting smile, and Trish grinned in reply. “She’s getting a little big for her britches, isn’t she? She needs somebody to take her down a peg.”
“Like a big sister, maybe?” Hannah smiled, reaching for her cell. She had a very good idea where Chelsea’s elder sister Krysten could be found about that moment…
“But what about Leslie?” Cora peeped. Getting a little anxious, aren’t you Cora Lee, Trish and Abbie smiled at each other…
“I know just where we can find her, I bet!” Serenity piped up, rising from the foot of Maggie’s bed. You too, Serenity…
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Lana had found enough of the edge of the love seat to lift herself to her knees. The struggle was leaving her hot and sweaty, which she considered cause enough to get revenge on Chelsea Parker, but she knew the layout of the Mabrey family basement well enough to know that a lamp sat on an end table beside the love seat. At least we can have a little light in here!…
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“You seem a little anxious, Joey!” Abbie giggled madly as she, Serenity, and Cora picked at the ropes binding Joey Housely to his tree. He was indeed bouncing and squirming as the three girls undid his bonds—
“I gotta pee!” he wailed as the ropes fell away from him with agonizing slowness under the hands of his three giggling classmates. “I’ve been out here so long I thought I’d bust!”
“We can tie you up again when you’re done in the potty!” Serenity offered with a broad laugh, and the disgusted sigh Joey blew out as he ran to his kitchen door seemed to offer bit of willingness to take them up on Serenity’s offer…
“That was kind of mean to leave him out here so long like that,” ever fair-minded Cora observed gently.
“You could have gone ahead without us and seen Leslie yourself!” Serenity chided lightly, gathering up the ropes. She had plenty of use for them…
“And spoil your fun?” Cora giggled.
“Look who’s talking!” Abbie laughed. “Well, come on, Cora, since you’re so anxious!” She knew Cora very well…
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“She’s still all tied up?” Lizzie wondered even as she stared down at the hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded Charity wriggling in a veritable puddle of sweat. “We might actually win!”
“Maybe,” Leslie smirked, irritated at being interrupted in her reading by her sister. “She’s your prisoner, I’m just babysitting her.” And just as she bent her gaze back to her book, a soft knock came from the outside door—
“Must be Aisha,” Lizzie smiled. “When her mom and dad got back she was going to ask if she could spend the night here.” She skipped across to the door—“Hey Aisha! They let you come over?” As Aisha smiled, Lizzie saw—“Who came with you?”
“Just us,” Serenity grinned as she followed Aisha inside. Which familiar voice snapped Leslie’s gaze toward the door—“And a couple friends,” she added as she and Abbie stepped in behind Aisha. Leslie stared, wondering what Abbie was doing with Serenity, and why Serenity would have the nerve to visit Leslie in the middle of the game—another figure edged in behind Serenity and Abbie—
“Hi Leslie,” Cora smiled with a shy but eager smile, and Leslie felt her heart stop inside her chest…
“What do you guys want?” Leslie asked, recovering her nerve enough to speak and trembling at the answer in her friends’—especially Cora’s—eyes…
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Light made matters much better. Lana had had to stretch her bound arms as far as they would go to reach the switch on the lamp, but the effort was worth it when the room filled with its soft light. On the other hand, the light showed just how bound both she and Felicity really were…
Even if I did bother to untie her, Lissy would probably just leave me here tied up! All I’d end up doing is helping her to win and make me apologize to her in the middle of the courtyard—what was that noise? Somebody’s out there!…
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“What can I say?” the diminutive redhead—no more than 5-2, even in her two-inch-heeled slings—whose wavy red mane was the exact same hue as Chelsea’s snickered. “She’s the juvenile delinquent of the family!” Krysten Parker needed little excuse to needle her kid sister, after all… “They’re both down here?” She peeked in the basement window. “There they are! Think they’d like a chance to get back at Chelsea?” A question she had on her lips as she entered the dim basement to relieved grunts from both Lana and Felicity...
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The moment Lisbeth saw that she and Leslie were distinctly outnumbered, she flew on desperate feet to her room, Aisha waving a handful of ropes close behind claiming that turnabouts were fair play after all. Leaving Leslie surrounded by three grinning classmates…
“I guess there’s no sense trying to fight you,” Leslie mewled as she put down her book. Particularly since Abbie had just won her first-dan black belt in taekwondo only scant weeks before… “I guess Charity gets rescued.”
“I’ll handle that,” Serenity nodded, kneeling down to the task of freeing her sister. “Jerkface better be grateful!” Which she apparently was…
Abbie grinned at the emotion quivering on Leslie’s face. Not unlike that animating Cora’s… “I think I’ll go help Aisha,” Abbie fairly winked at Leslie, “if you’ll be a good girl and”—
“Surrender,” Leslie whispered, barely able to contain her smile as she stood and raised her hands, her green eyes impaling Cora’s brown eyes on her gaze. “I surrender, Cora. I surrender again.” Just as she turned the corner to the basement stairs, Abbie could see the smile growing on Cora’s lips as Cora fingered the discarded white tights from which Serenity had at that moment freed Charity…
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### Chapter 5

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Tue Oct 21, 2008 7:00 pm

5 Tonight's the Night
Tyler Dwight—a lean, clear-faced six-footer whose heart had belonged to Krysten Parker since she had been in sixth grade and he in seventh—had been kept back from helping free Felicity Mabrey and Lana Morgan by Krysten’s curt order. If usually sweet-tempered Krysten Parker had one fault, that single fault—jealousy—more than made up for the lack of any others… While Krysten and Hannah busily loosened the ropes binding Felicity to her chair, Tricia busied herself with freeing her cousin Lana. Both of whom were still fuming at Chelsea…
“…and instead of helping me, her and Jimmy and that sicko boyfriend of hers tied me up too!” Lana complained as Trish picked at the ropes binding Lana’s elbows together. “I thought she was going to”—
“Play favorites for you?” Krysten scoffed as she successfully freed one of Lissy’s ankles from a chair leg. “You should have known better! Playing one person against another is what Chell does!”
“Yeah,” Lissy scowled as Tyler finally joined in—despite Krysten’s warning glare—and started working on the knot binding Lana’s wrists. “And I was the bait! Sitting down here tied to this stupid chair waiting for Lana to”—
“Get caught too,” Trish laughed. “She set you both up, and you both fell for it!”
“Yeah,” Lana admitted with sour sheepishness as her elbows were finally freed.
“Well,” Krysten suggested with infinite playfulness in her chine-blue eyes, “you two aren’t going to just let her get away with it, are you?”
“Do you have an idea or something?” Lissy queried. Krysten’s smile was all the answer they needed…
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“No fair!” Lisbeth screeched as Aisha and Abbie slowly cornered her in her room. “It’s between us and the Mabreys! Neither of you are Mabreys! No fair!”
“I’m a Mabrey!” Charity giggled as she burst into Lizzie’s room, still rubbing red marked wrists. “And Aisha helped you capture me, so it really is turnaround!”
“But Abbie’s a black belt!” Lizzie appealed. “No fair!”
“All right,” Abbie smiled, backing away from Lizzie to give her place to Charity, “I’ll just watch. Don’t worry,” she assured an indignant Lisbeth, “I won’t let them hurt you—too much!” With wide grins and plenty of rope, Charity and Aisha closed in on a stammering Lizzie…
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It was a replay of the scene the night of the color war at Camp Evergreen. Now as then Leslie had surrendered to Cora, her fair face suffused with anxious expectation as she raised her hands…
“Excuse me,” Serenity smirked amusedly, “while I go help Jerkface wrap up Lizzie. You two just…well, amuse yourselves a while!” And with a broad grin, Serenity excused herself upstairs…
And just as before, Cora found her nerves ratcheted up to a fever pitch of expectancy. “Well…” she stammered, moistening dry lips, “how do you—I mean, how should I do this?” Just like before…
“Well,” Leslie cooed, lowering her face and raising her green eyes demurely up at Cora, “I’m your prisoner, Cora. You can do this any way you want.” She could tell that Cora was still uncomfortable, so she delicately turned her back to Cora, lacing her fingers together behind her back. “You probably want to make sure your prisoner can’t use her hands on you, so…”
“Do you want me to tie you tight?” Cora murmured, feeling her body quiver as did her voice.
“Well…” Leslie invited, twisting her hands behind her, “you don’t know what I might do if I get loose! I might attack you!” Well, in a way I just might…
Cora sighed. “Just…tell me if it’s too tight…” And she stepped up just behind Leslie, gingerly placed Leslie’s wrists over each other. She could feel Leslie’s pulse racing—or was it her own?…
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Colby was driving aimlessly around Snowden, waiting for the al-Fashirs to make it home from their date and release Chelsea for the night. Since she had decoyed her parents’ attention away with her bogus sleepover at Felicity’s, they might have the whole night to themselves—
“Yeah?” he asked only slightly brusquely as he picked up his suddenly-blaring cell phone. “Yeah, Krys, I’m still in town, but Chell, she—yeah, at the al-Fashirs, sitting Aisha…well, she said they should be back some time around ten or so, but…yeah, that’s what I thought too, but…” He smiled at the next thing Krysten said. “Well, maybe, but only if I get to…hey, you know something, I think I have a hell of an idea…yeah, I tell you what—meet us up at the reservoir, the back of the lot…cool! See you then!” You know, he snickered as he put down his phone, as girlfriends’ sisters go, Krysten Parker is pretty cool!…
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“Abbie, I’m your cousin! Help me! You said you wouldn’t let them hurt me!”
Abbie grinned down at Lisbeth, being quickly trussed up by Charity and Aisha, and shook her head. “I only said I wouldn’t let them hurt you too much!”
“Abbie!” Lizzie appealed, wriggling her arms—bound behind her back by wrists crossed over each other and secured by one length of the cotton clothesline Aisha had so graciously provided—and her legs—bound together at ankles and knees by two more lengths of the clothesline, to keep Charity and Aisha from seizing her ankles and tying them to her hands. Charity hadn’t looked at all comfortable when she had been hogtied by Lizzie and Aisha… “Look at me!”
“I am!” Abbie giggled. “You’re not as tied up as Charity was! Are you saying Charity is braver than you are? That a fourth-grader is braver than a sixth-grader?” Which had just the effect on Lisbeth that Abbie had hoped for…
“Okay then!” Lizzie blurted, tricked into a display of bravado by her black-belt cousin. “You two just tie me up all you want! You’ll see how much I can take!” Which was all Charity needed to hear…
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Cora gnawed her lip worriedly at the pinkness suffusing Leslie’s bound wrists. At camp she had been able to use duct tape, and she worried that using the tights was having bad side effects—“Are you sure you’re okay, Leslie? It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No, it’s fine, Cora,” Leslie smiled, guiltily trying to hide her excitement. As if Cora hadn’t seen it before…
“But your hands are red! Maybe I tied them too tight and”—
“They’re fine, Cora!” Leslie giggled. “They don’t hurt, and they’re not turning cold or numb, so I’m fine! They’re tied nice and tight, too—I can’t escape!” She turned to face Cora, her cheeks as pink as her hands, but from a distinctly different cause. “So,” Leslie cooed, her green eyes sparkling behind her slipped-down glasses, “I’m all tied up and helpless. What’s my kidnapper going to do to me now?” A million possibilities raced through Cora’s fertile mind, not least a repeat of that night at camp…
“Well,” Cora finally smiled, Leslie’s obvious excitement finally allowing Cora to enjoy the moment, “for one thing, you’re not entirely helpless. I might have to do something about that.” To which an expression of entirely mock horror suffused Leslie’s face—
“Oh my!” Leslie gasped. “What are you going to do to me?” She couldn’t wait to find out…
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Lizzie wanted to wince in pain as Charity tied her elbows close together with one of Lisbeth’s own belts, but she wasn’t about to give Charity Mabrey the satisfaction of knowing how uncomfortable she was. Instead, she tossed Charity—temporarily working over Lizzie alone while Aisha dropped in on her returning parents and her baby sitter long enough to get permission to go back to Lizzie’s house—a haughty is-that-all-you’ve-got look as Charity fastened the belt in place. An expression which prompted Charity to tighten the belt just one more notch—
“Aww, does that hurt?” Charity mocked with a sarcastic coo—“Oh, I forgot,” she giggled nastily, “you can’t tell me, can you?” Which was entirely true—as soon as Lizzie’s limbs had been secured, Aisha herself had rolled up one of Lizzie’s socks and stuffed it into Lizzie’s mouth, securing it in with one of Lizzie’s white knee socks tied through her stuffed mouth. Making sure that a few of Lizzie’s long golden-blonde tresses got caught up in it… “So I guess you want tied up more?” Aisha had left plenty of rope…
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Finally free of duty, Chelsea fairly bounced into the cab of Colby’s pickup truck. “You do realize,” she gushed as she snuggled against her boyfriend, “Mom and Dad think I’m spending the night at Liss Mabrey’s! We have all night!”
“So you told me,” Colby grinned. “So, think you want to spend a little alone time up at the reservoir?”
“Love on the beach?” Chelsea smiled. “You animal, you!”
“I’m just full of surprises!” Colby grinned in reply. More than you know—at least yet…
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Serenity had absented herself from the festivities lone enough to drop in on Joey and apologize for the trick she had pulled on him. She promised she would allow him the most expansive, do-whatever-he-wanted tie-up game he ever had with her in exchange for being a good sport about his captivity, which he accepted eagerly. Feeling better about her boyfriend-neutralizing gambit, she strolled back to the Morgan household to kill a little time with Abbie. Cora and Leslie, Serenity reasoned, are probably otherwise occupied…
“So how are things inside?” she asked Abbie, who was sitting on the back deck step with a wry smile on her face.
“When I left,” Abbie snickered, making sure her cell was hidden from view, “Charity and Aisha were tying Lizzie’s feet to her elbows. Lizzie wouldn’t let on how much it hurt. She’s not going anywhere for a while!”
“You know what?” Serenity smirked as she sat beside Abbie. “I don’t want to hear any of them ever tease me again about how pervie I am! They’re having just as much fun tying each other up as Joey and I do!”
“You’re just jealous because they’re tied up and you’re not,” Abbie winked.
“Oh, I’m sure they’ll get around to me sooner or later,” Serenity observed dryly.
“Sooner, I’d say,” Abbie replied as coolly as she could without giggling—
“What do you mean ‘sooner’?” she quizzed Abbie closely, noting the odd expression on her friend’s face.
“Why don’t you ask Joey?” Abbie replied, her levity finally finding vent in a quick titter as her blue eyes flicked up at—
“Joey!” Serenity demanded, seeing her neighbor-boyfriend standing above her with an evil smile on his face. “What do you want?”
“Remember you promised me about our next game of pretend?”
“Uh-huh.” I think I’m in trouble…
“I want to play now,” he chuckled avidly.
“And he has help!” Abbie giggled wildly as Joey produced a bag of ropes—
“You know,” Serenity gulped, startled but not displeased, “two on one isn’t fair!”
“So who said life was fair?” Joey laughed as Abbie closed off Serenity’s escape route…
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Chelsea was ecstatic as she and Colby strolled hand-in-hand toward the edge of the reservoir in the moonlit darkness. Tonight couldn’t get any more perfect…
Until she saw two figures emerge from the nearby tree line. Two young women. In a moment, the faces of Felicity Mabrey and Lana Morgan emerged in the moonlight—
“What are you two doing here?” she demanded. They should be tied up in Lissy’s basement!…
“Some friends dropped over,” Lissy grinned, easing up to Chelsea—where did Colby go?—
“We gave them a little ride,” a petite redhead who could only be her sister Krysten giggled as she stepped into the moonlight. “They wanted to come talk to you!”
“Among other things,” Lana added with an evil smile…
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### Chapter 6

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Fri Nov 14, 2008 10:01 pm

6 Nobody Gonna Stop Us
Chelsea’s face was as red as her hair as Lana and Felicity closed in on her, with Tricia and Krysten circling behind her to cut off her escape—where the hell did you go, Colby?—and two more figures—Hannah and Maggie—emerging out of the woods as well. Has the whole freakin’ world set me up?… “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Colby! Where”—
“Oh, Colby’s not going to save you,” Krysten grinned evilly at her cornered sister. “At least not yet. And I think Lana and Lissy just want to show you how much fun they had being tied up in Lissy’s basement.”
“Yeah,” Lana added, “it was so much fun being set up like you did to us! We decided to let you have some of the fun for a while!” As the assortment of ropes, rolls of tape, scarves, and bandannas being produced by her pursuers attested…
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Cora, Leslie had to admit to herself, was getting good at this tie-up thing. The coils of clothesline Serenity had left Cora bound her arms tightly to her body, looped around her a good half-dozen times above and below the modest bosom concealed by her silky sky-blue blouse to secure her arms against her. And as taut as the bonds were, they were perfectly comfortable—not to say perfectly thrilling—to a purring Leslie… “You’re still okay?” Cora asked as she tied off the knot.
“Mm-hmm,” Leslie affirmed softly, gently testing her bonds, luxuriating in her restraint. And hoping for more… “You aren’t going to tie me up any more, are you?” she asked in a plaintive coo which made plain her hope that more was to come.
Cora glanced up at the ceiling, where she knew Charity and Aisha were tormenting Lisbeth, thought with a quick smile about what she knew Abbie and Joey were planning for Serenity. And gazed full at Leslie’s bound form… “Well, for one thing,” Cora stammered, half-ashamed to press her wish, “if you’re my hostage, I have to take you to my secret hideout.” Now, Cora dithered, if only I could think of one… “At least until I’m paid your ransom.”
The implications of which were instantly apparent—and breathlessly exciting—to Leslie. “You’re going to take me away to your secret lair?”
“Yes,” Cora nodded, a dangerous idea swirling in her head. “But, you know, I can’t let you know where it is, so you can’t lead the police to it after I release you.” Which put a distinctly nervous edge on Leslie’s excitement, as Cora had feared…
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Aisha stole a quick, nervous glance at Lisbeth’s bedroom door. It wasn’t uncommon for her to sleep over at her neighbor and classmate Lisbeth’s house, but there had never been such shenanigans going on as at that moment. She half expected some adult to burst in and be very angry…
“It’s okay, Aisha,” Charity giggled madly as she peeled Lizzie’s sneakers off her tightly-bound feet, much to the dismay of a Lizzie Morgan who guessed very clearly what was about to happen, and wanted nothing of it, “nobody’s coming! You worry too much!”
“My mum would absolutely murder me if she found out about this!” Aisha retorted, not without a guilty-pleasure little grin.
“It’s not like Lizzie can go tell on us, can she?” Not without having to explain her exploits upon Charity earlier…
“True,” Aisha nodded, casting a quick glance at Charity…
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Abbie and Joey both knew, despite Serenity’s objection to being outnumbered, that she would put up no sort of fight against being captured and bound. Even Serenity had admitted that she owed Joey that much…
Serenity, though, was distinctly worried by the sight of Abbie folding over a large bandanna into a long strip while Joey tied Serenity’s wrists together palm-to-palm behind her back. She hated gags… “I didn’t say you guys could gag me,” Serenity objected as Abbie held up the long strip to her face.
“Actually,” Abbie smiled, “Joey said you told him he could do anything to you he wanted! But I wouldn’t do that to you anyway,” she allowed handsomely. “I’m just making sure you can’t see what we’re going to do to you. What Joey’s going to do to you, at least.” And with a quick but delicate step around behind Serenity, she tied the dark blue bandanna-blindfold over Serenity’s eyes. Much to Serenity’s relief…
“Then he just better make sure I can’t get loose like always!” Serenity cautioned, more relaxed now that she had only been blindfolded instead of gagged.
“Oh, I’m making sure of that,” Joey giggled from in front of her, having come to Serenity’s front as Abbie tied the blindfold behind her, and only then did Serenity feel the grip of a rope being cinched around her waist, pinning her bound hands behind her—
“And what’s this?” she demanded about the rope being tied around her.
“Just making sure you can’t get your hands loose!” Joey giggled again—then she felt a pull on the waist-rope—“And it makes a nice leash too!”
“I shouldn’t have said you can do anything to me, should I?” But she had to admit to a distinct excitement at the mysterious helplessness into which the blindfold had plunged her…
“Probably not!” Joey giggled, even more wildly than before…
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“You want to blindfold me,” Leslie mewled. The one thing she feared…
Cora squeaked a small sigh. “I know you’re kind of afraid of it,” she explained softly, “but you shouldn’t be. I…I just…something about it, not being able to see, you know…well, it…” She sighed again, lowered her eyes. “I wouldn’t hurt you, you know I wouldn’t. I just…well, if you could trust me, then…”
“I do trust you,” Leslie replied faintly, “it’s just…you know what they did to me when I was little.”
“You told me.” Leslie had told Cora about that particularly cruel joke, when her circle of friends, in the midst of a cops-and-robbers game back long before Leslie moved to Snowden, tied her to a tree, blindfolded her, then left her alone in the woods until little Leslie had wept for fear and loneliness. Cora herself knew people could be cruel… “But I wouldn’t do anything like that to you, Leslie…”
“I know,” Leslie mewled, then sighed up a brave face. “Anyhow, I am your hostage, and you do have to keep your secret lair a secret!” And I’ll prove to Cora that I really do trust her…
“Well, then,” Cora smiled nervously, producing a long white scarf, “first I need your glasses…”
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Chelsea versus six assailants—including one vengeful elder sister and two even-more-vengeful friends—had no chance. In moments she had been overpowered, reduced to her underwear, and been tightly bound to a nearby tree near the water’s edge, her slender arms pulled back around the trunk and bound together with more than enough rope to ensure that she had no chance of escape. And all the while cursing in fine form…
“Lemme go, you sick freaks!” she screeched as she kicked out at the grinning attackers encircling her with nasty grins. The lack of four-letter words in her protest was a sign that Chelsea was beginning to wear down a bit, and the sudden chilled shudder which shook her scantily-clad frame wore her just a bit more… “Do you want me to freeze to death or something? I’m freezing here, damn it! Lemme go!”
“I didn’t know any of you Parkers cussed,” Trish grinned. The Parkers, after all, were very serious church-going folk in a very church-going town, and Krysten herself, the eldest daughter, was known as one of the more pious seniors at Darius Allen High…
“She does for all of us,” Krysten sniggered. “I’m the good child, she’s the evil one!”
Which turned Chelsea’s already-red face an even more livid scarlet. “Like some hell!” Chelsea yelled back at her sniggering sister. “You’re the most jealous little bitch I know!
“At least Dad doesn’t want to kill my boyfriend!” At which comment Chelsea rather heatedly told Krysten to do something physically impossible to herself…
“I do think that’s enough foul language from you!” Krysten retorted primly, picking up Chelsea’s abandoned footie socks—
“You better not do what I think you’re doing!” Chelsea snarled as Krysten approached with the footies rolled together in her hand. “Or I swear to God I’m going to kmmph oo!” The revulsion that twisted Chelsea’s face as the socks were popped between her open lips was worth every threat Chelsea had made to her, Krysten decided…
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“Where are you taking me?” Leslie peeped, excited but distinctly uneasy behind the white-scarf blindfold neatly folded over her eyes. It let in a trickle of dim light to her covered green eyes, but nothing else, leaving her utterly helpless to resist the gentle tug of Cora’s hand on her arm.
“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret lair, would it?” Cora tried to giggle, but her own heart was far too full to deal easily in levities. Having heard the nature of the game from Serenity earlier in the evening, Cora understood that there was probably a very perfect secret lair for her and her willing captive. And unlike Camp Evergreen, there would be no other prying counselors to interrupt…
Which fact had also occurred to Leslie. Who also remembered the inconveniences of camp and the relief to those inconveniences which certain places on Valleyview Drive offered… “What are you going to do to me?” she asked in a faux frightened-prisoner voice which was utterly belied by the purring tone of her voice…
“That’s a secret too,” Cora teased as she led her bound and blindfolded captive onto the darkened Morgan family driveway. Trying to keep her hands from shaking with aroused excitement…
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“You realize my skirt’s going to be a total mess!” Serenity observed as Joey and Abbie sat her down in the rough timber arch of the old mine tunnel above the Housely home, in a tone which was supposed to be irritated but was belied by the smile on her face… “Abbie, are you standing there watching all this?” she inquired to a friend whose silence had Serenity wondering whether Abbie was even still there.
“I don’t think Joey will let me stay and watch, will you?” Abbie giggled.
“You’d just think it was boring, anyway,” Joey replied in a voice whose forced casualness suggested something of his intentions toward Serenity.
“Then I’ll just go supervise at Leslie’s house,” Abbie chirped. Cora and Leslie could entertain themselves, but rambunctious little Charity Mabrey needed much more supervision, at least so Cousin Lisbeth would assert. “Make sure nothing dangerous happens.” And she scooted off into the darkness toward the Morgan house—
Is there someone else out here?…
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Only the sudden wheeze in Lizzie’s breath stopped Charity and Aisha’s merciless tickling of Lizzie’s feet. As their captive slowly regained her breath, Charity tossed an merry glance at her neighbor Aisha. “So what should we do to her next?”
“Oh,” Aisha replied dryly, “I’m sure you’ll think of something suitable, Charity.” Which Charity’s evil grin seemed to confirm…
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Chelsea was visibly shivering from the cool darkness. “Oh, is poor widdle Chelsea cold?” Krysten mocked. Chelsea’s angry suggestion was quite clear even through her revolting taped-in gag… “Well, I shouldn’t allow this just because you keep cussing me out,” Krysten proclaimed with her customary primness, “but I guess we’ll let you get warmed up a little.” And before Chelsea could wonder what her evil big sister meant by that, Colby emerged from the darkness with a brilliant grin on his face…
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### Chapter 7

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Tue Dec 30, 2008 9:46 pm

After much too long, here's Chapter 7 of The Family Feud, in which many of the participants are getting "In the Mood" for really playing the game...read and enjoy!
7 In the Mood
Lana Morgan and Felicity Mabrey—the two young ladies who had started the whole bubbling cauldron-full of tie-ups—left Chelsea Parker to her boyfriend Colby Burns with as much discretion as they could summon up. Seeing Chelsea of the multiple double-crosses tied tightly to a tree in nothing but her unmentionables had distinctly softened their humors, even giving them a chance to mend some fences…
“You know,” Lana asserted as they strolled toward Tyler Dwight’s car for the ride back into town, “we both acted sort of stupid, you know. I was just mad thinking you started the rumors.”
“And you know my temper,” Lissy agreed. “Mom always says I should engage brain before putting mouth in gear!” The two healing friends laughed…
“So, maybe we should sort of stop the game?” Lana mused. To a quizzical stare from Felicity—
“Are you kidding? It’s just getting fun!” Lana stared back—“Tell you what. Let’s change the bet—the rugrats on the losing side have to do the winner’s chores for a week! If you win, ‘Ren and Jerkface have to do your chores for a week, and if I win, Leslie and Lizzie do mine for a week! What do you think?”
“I think they won’t like that bet!” Lana asserted, then a grin broke through her pretended sternness. “So let’s do it!”
“You’re on!”
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Abbie was certain she heard footsteps behind her, but each turnaround showed her nothing but nighttime scenery. She started walking again, and—
“Okay, whoever’s there, go away!” she commanded into the darkness. She resumed her stride—
“I mean it! Get out of here!” she yelled, then started again—a sudden hand emerged from the darkness, seizing her by the shoulder—
And in an instant Abbie’s instincts flared into action—
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Two turned ankles later, Cora led Leslie onto the Mabrey family basement steps, guiding her with trembling hands to the door, which she opened tremulously—
“So where are we?” Leslie peeped as she stepped onto a firm concrete floor beneath a soft carpet. She pieced together the path she sensed Cora had led her, and then—“Are we at ‘Ren’s house? Are you handing me over to the Mabreys?” She could hardly believe that Cora would be such a traitor to her…
“Only for as long as it takes for your ransom to be paid,” Cora mewled, not sure how Leslie would react—
“But they’ll come back!” Leslie protested, wriggling her bound hands behind her. “What if”—and a dangerous idea whispered itself to Cora…
“Serenity’s not going to be back for a long time, if I know Joey Housely,” Cora murmured, half-ashamed of herself for even thinking the idea—“She won’t be needing her room for a while.”
“Her—her bedroom?” Leslie peeped, her anger translating into a distinctly nervous anticipation. Cora’s mm-hmm of affirmation was quite shaky to Leslie’s ears—“Well,” Leslie mewled, “I am your prisoner, Cora. You can do anything to me you want!” An anything her imagination was playing out in delicious detail…
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Breath came only slowly to Lizzie Morgan’s lungs. She had been tickled to the very edge of exhaustion, and both her captors knew that fact perfectly. Which meant it was time to do something else…
“Well,” Charity mused, gazing on her hogtied neighbor, “to win the bet we have to take her to our house, at least that’s what I think. Could we carry her?”
“It’d be better if she walked,” Aisha offered. “We could make sure she can’t run away.”
“But how?”
“Like this,” Aisha smiled, rifling through Lizzie’s dresser and producing a big blue bandanna from a drawer. This she proceeded to fold into a long wide strip, which she proceeded to present to Lizzie’s goggling eyes—
“Nnph!” Lizzie squealed. She hated blindfolds almost as much as her sister Leslie did…
“Oh, it won’t hurt you, Lisbeth!” Aisha dismissed airily as wrapped the folded bandanna around Lizzie’s angrily flashing green eyes. “Just keeps you from making trouble while we walk you to Charity’s house!” Lizzie’s angry wriggling told them that Lizzie was still unsatisfied with the arrangement. “Look at it this way, then—we have to untie your legs at least. Isn’t that at least something?” Lizzie’s grumpy huff as she desisted from her struggles seemed to denote compliance…
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In a heartbeat, Abbie had seized the hand on her shoulder, spun partly around, pinning the hand on her shoulder while using her legs and back to toss the unseen assailant up and over her—threw the attacker heavily to the ground—hear the -oof of air being punched out of shocked lungs—she drew back into a rock-hard fighting stance—took aim—
“Jaden!” she squealed as she recognized her attacker as none other than her own boyfriend Jaden Ross. And realized her was rather the worse for wear… “Are you all right?” she squeaked, kneeling solicitously beside him—
“Can’t…can’t breathe…” he wheezed, trying to force air into his stunned chest—
“Oh, Jaden, I’m so sorry!” Abbie bleated, dithering over his prostrate form, timorously smoothing his straying black hair on his head. “I didn’t know it was you! Why didn’t you say it was you?”
“Wanted…” He tried to suck in another breath. “Wanted it…surprise you…”
“Well, you did do that!” Abbie tried to laugh, but seeing her dearest Jaden in distress was a great deal for her to bear. “If I only knew! Oh Jaden, I didn’t mean to hurt you! I’m really sorry! Do you need a doctor?” The young couple sparred two nights a week at PowerDragons dojo, but never had Abbie been so moistly solicitous for his well-being than at that very moment. It wasn’t a fair fight!…
“I’m…I’m okay,” Jaden heaved as his lungs began to work again, and he slowly started to raise himself up. “I…I was just trying to catch you by surprise. Jimmy Housely called…said the Morgans and Mabreys were playing this game and you were going to be here…Jimmy invited me to crash at his house tonight…”
Which was better news than Abbie was prepared to hear. “So you’ll be up here all night?” He nodded, still catching his full breath. “Just the two of us?” Another nod, which made Abbie’s blue eyes flash eagerly.
“At least if I can breathe again!” Jaden, lank and lean, grinned. Which instantly sent Abbie into another fit of remorse…
“Jaden, I really am sorry! I shouldn’t have been so rough on you!” This coming from a girl almost half a head shorter than him… She hung her head ashamedly. “It was mean to you, Jaden,” she mewled, but Jaden seemed to detect a strange glimmer in his girlfriend’s downcast eyes. Which was presently explained… “I was very bad. I deserve to be punished.” She seemed to sense the sudden uncertainty which overtook her nervous swain, and she raised her eyes a couple degrees. And the glimmer Jaden had sensed was flashing in her big shamefaced blue eyes and flirtatiously pouting lip… “I really do. I was a bad girl and I need to be disciplined.” And Jaden’s heart skipped several beats…
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Tyler Dwight had dropped Lana and Felicity off at the head of Valleyview Drive before turning back down the hill with his Krysten snuggled beside him
“That was fun!” Krysten purred, snuggling her fiery red-tressed head on his shoulder. “And Chelsea really ought to thank me for it! I imagine Colby is warming her up very nicely by now! At least if he had the sense to take her gag out of her mouth!” And a couple breath mints after chewing on her own socks probably wouldn’t hurt either…
“You know, your imagination is really weird!” Tyler said, steering the car down Snowden’s Main Street and then onto the college road. Toward a very well-remembered place…
“Are you complaining?” Krysten smiled, recognizing the route her Tyler was taking as destined for old Baxter Road, a favorite Snowden make-out spot. Sweet of him!…
“No, not exactly,” Tyler replied softly, picking out a quiet, secluded pull-off spot on the old back road and pulling in. “But somehow it’s always about your imagination. What about mine?”
“Well, what about it?” she cooed, sensing a rising playfulness in Tyler’s tone. “What’s your imagination want to do?” she asked with bright mischievous eyes gazing up into his.
“Well,” he grinned, reaching down beside his driver’s seat and immediately finding what he hoped was still there, “what my imagination saw was you in Chelsea’s place.”
“What do you mean?”
“This!” he cried with a glimmering eye, seizing her wrists in front of her and quickly wrapping a length of rope borrowed from Colby Burns around them palm-to-palm. Krysten gasped—
“Tyler! What’s this about?”
“Like I said,” he grinned, “it’s about putting you in Chelsea’s place! You can’t say you don’t deserve it!” he giggled as he tightened the ropes on his girlfriend’s wrists. Or that I don’t deserve it!…
“Tyler!” The pitch of her voice meant protest, but the flash of her china-blue eyes was pure humid anticipation…
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### Re: The Family Feud

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Fri Jan 16, 2009 2:47 pm

Well, now that night has fully fallen on Snowden...in our new chapter, we see several of our game-players "Somewhere in the Night" having various forms of fun...read and enjoy!
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8 Somewhere in the Night
Joey realized things were a little awkward, at least about what he had in mind for Serenity. She sat quietly against one side of the old timber arch to the old mine tunnel, her hands bound palm-to-palm behind her back and secured to the small of her back with the many wraps of her waist rope, her long legs stretched out in front of her pressed together. With her eyes covered by the bandanna blindfold, he could not identify any expression in her gray-green eyes, but the quiet smile on her lips as she sat against the arch seemed to indicate pleasure with her situation—
“My skirt’s riding up, isn’t it?” she suddenly asked, the smile on her lips taking an odd twist. Responding to Joey’s ragged uhhh, her mouth took on a dry smirk. “Come on, Joey, I can feel it!” she said, crossing her black-tights-clad legs before her. And I bet you’re staring at them, she didn’t add aloud… “Lucky I’m wearing tights at least! Another nervous uhhh from her swain’s nervous lips… “They’re still getting cold, though!” She distinctly heard him gulp—“Oh come on, Joey!” she suddenly blurted with an eager irritability in her voice. Leave it to me to be in love with the village idiot!… “Do I have to get up and run away? Tie my legs already!” She noted wryly to herself that if it was possible to hear someone slobbering, he would sound exactly like Joey did at that moment. Him and my skinny legs!…
“Do…do you really want me to?” Joey stammered, still stunned that he had his beloved Serenity alone and helpless, and rather worried about what other shoes might fall to spoil the moment.
“No, you moron!” she snapped. “I’m just saying that to mess with your head! I just want you to stand there and slobber at my legs all night!” She could fairly hear him sag—“Yes, Joey!” she fairly yelled—“Quit standing there slobbering and tie my stupid legs, will you!”
“Well…okay…” But any doubts Joey had had about his Serenity’s desire to have her legs bound were answered by her quick wriggle to scoot down the hem of her short skirt and her pert, quick press together of her long slender legs from thighs to ankles…
“Well, what are you waiting for? Tie my stupid legs!”
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Chelsea was no longer cold, at least. Colby, tall and lean, had wrapped his arms around her bound form, pressed himself urgently against her—you’re enjoying this, aren’t you Colby?—and gagged her in the most appropriate way he knew, with his lips on hers…
“So,” Chelsea purred as he backed a fraction of an inch away from their kiss, “is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just glad to see me all tied up?” And Colby at that moment was no more communicative than Joey up on Valleyview Drive… “You know,” she added, “I’m a little underdressed for the occasion. At least unless you put your prisoner in your truck!” Oh for God’s sake, his mouth’s hanging open!… “Unless you want me to freeze to death, that is!” Which sentiment, delivered with a distinctly Chelsea-esque truculence, finally woke him up. Not enough blood in his brain, that’s what the problem is…
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Leslie’s feet, now bare but for her thin white socks after Cora had obligingly taken off her shoes at the Mabrey basement door, instantly recognized the warm plush of Serenity Mabrey’s bedroom carpet. Which set off her heart into a racing patter—me and Cora all alone…
“Here,” she heard Cora peep, and felt soft moist hands on her bound arms as Cora stopped her, turned her aside. “Sit down. You won’t fall.” Cora’s hands guided Leslie down—
“Serenity’s bed,” Leslie breathed, trying to keep her heart from pounding too loudly in her ears. “We’re alone.”
“Just the two of us,” Cora agreed with a tight little sigh. “Here, let me help you sit up. I have to keep you comfortable until your ransom’s paid.” Leslie heard Cora in front of her—felt Cora pick up her legs—
“I love your jeans,” Cora mewled as she lifted Leslie’s legs up onto the bed and helped her settle against Serenity’s headboard, teasing the fabric of the brand-new straight-leg jeans Leslie wore. “They’re pretty on you.”
“They’re just jeans,” Leslie mewled in reply, fidgeting herself comfortably against the headboard. Cora’s meek touch felt electric…”I was glad you wore my top today.” It was a pink rugby shirt with pink-and-white striped sleeves, which Cora had worn with a comfortable old pair of jeans and her favorite old Skechers. “I told you pink was your color.” She sighed, knowing perfectly well that their idle talk about clothes was mere filler for what they really wanted…
“Every color’s your color,” Cora replied, and Leslie could hear the note of hunger in her voice. “You don’t know how beautiful you are.” The sigh which breathed from Cora’s lips carried more meaning than her words, and Leslie’s heart quivered inside her…
“You know,” Leslie breathed, nibbling anxiously at her lip, “I might still escape before you’re paid the ransom. Unless you make sure I can’t run away.” And Leslie pressed her jeans-clad legs together…
“I suppose you’re right,” Cora agreed, trying to keep her voice calm. “Your legs need tied too, don’t they?” And Leslie nodded behind her blindfold…
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Jaden, staggered at Abbie’s flirtatious invitation, had not yet recovered his power of speech. As lovely as he had always considered Abbie to be, her mock-contrite pout and big, glimmering blue eyes made her more than irresistible to him… He had managed to get to his feet again, but Abbie, rather than rising with him, still knelt at his feet, looking up at him with that irresistibly, contritely inviting expression on her face. Before his mind could compose words, her I-was-a-bad-girl pout began to curl into a smile—
She reached behind her, pulled a rope from the back pocket of her jeans, offered it up to him with her wrists pressed together. It was an obvious effort for her to maintain her shamefaced pout… “Here,” she said, offering up the cord to him. “I was bad, Jaden. You have to tie my hands so I can’t hurt you again. Tying my hands is the first part of my punishment, you know.” And she held up her pressed-together hands almost as a supplication to him…
“I…ah…” he stammered, trying to make his mouth work right. “You…do you…”
“Need to be punished?” Abbie answered with mock meekness in her voice. “Yes, I do, Jaden. Tie my hands so you can punish me.” She held her wrists out further to him. “I deserve it. I’ve been a bad girl.”
Finally, enough blood reached his brain for him to be able to speak coherently. He fingered the rope in his hands, drank in Abbie’s mock shame. “Well,” he fairly choked out, “since you’ve been bad…” And she smiled as he wrapped the rope around her soft wrists…
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Between the ropes and the seatbelt, Tyler had Krysten well-secured very quickly. Her hands, tied together palm-to-palm in front of her, were held in her lap by more rope looped around her firm narrow waist, and the grip of the passenger-side seatbelt kept Krysten pinned right where Tyler wanted her. And she knew it…
“Ooh, help! Help me!” Krysten purred, wriggling luxuriantly in her seat while Tyler, he of the strong, lean body and artist’s face, gazed hungrily upon her. And if anyone does save me, Krysten told herself, I’ll kill them!… “Oh sir, what are you going to do to me?”
“You’ll see!” Tyler, re-possessed of his power of speech, growled in a thorough mock-villain drawl. “You’re my prisoner, my dear!” And how, Krysten smiled…
“Ooh, save me! Help me! Save”—but the press of Tyler’s lips on hers gagged any further protest from Krysten…
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He really didn’t have to fix my skirt hem, Serenity smiled to herself as she wiggled her tightly-bond legs against each other. Although it might save me some embarrassment here before too long…
Joey knew what Serenity—and he too—liked in leg-binding, and Serenity and cooed and giggled as Joey, beyond her blindfold-denied sight, tied first her ankles together, then wrapped even more rope around her legs just below her tight-clad knees. And you sure like touching my legs, too, you sick little boyfriend of mine…
“There,” she heard Joey stammer, and she could picture his face a rosy red from the excitement of tying her legs. “You’re all tied up tight.” Which prodded a deeper smile yet to Serenity’s lips…
“Maybe,” she cautioned. “But I might still be able to get my legs loose, Joey. You better make sure I can’t.” And his eyes started as he watched her squeeze her thighs even tighter together. Wow!…
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### Chapter 9

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Sun Jan 25, 2009 9:30 am

9 Bad Girls
Cora had decided while tying Leslie’s jeans-clad legs together—three loops around her ankles cinched off between them, then three more loops just above her knees, also cinched off between the two bound limbs—that her act was not merely a matter of acceding to Leslie’s wishes, but a sort of pledge of faith. Just in case she worries about things getting out of hand, you know…
“Mmm,” Leslie purred, testing the ropes which bound her legs together. “I’m totally helpless, Cora. Your helpless prisoner.”
Which words made Cora gulp, not least because Leslie was indeed helpless to her, just in case Cora wanted things to get out of hand… She shook off temptation, or at least pushed it fractionally away from her, and resumed their game as best she could.
“Oh, I’m not Cora,” she teased her prisoner in a faux-menacing voice with just a trace of a vaguely Eastern European accent to it. “Just call me…um…ah…Madam X!” she finally asserted now that she had devised an evil-sounding name for herself. “Yes, Madam X. And you’re my hostage until your ransom is completely paid.”
Leslie smiled, clearly enjoying the game. Strange, Cora mused as she watched Leslie smile and wriggle leisurely on Serenity’s bed, that Leslie should enjoy this so much after having been through it for real not too long ago… “Oh, Madame X,” Leslie purred, too excited to sound plausibly terrorized, “how long will that be? What is my ransom anyhow? How will my family ever be able to pay?” Which was more than enough to make Cora smile hungrily…
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Lisbeth Morgan was not at all happy being led outside in her current state. Hands bound behind her back, eyes covered with the bandanna blindfold, gagged with her own socks, one stuffed in and the other cleaved through her mouth. It seemed to Lizzie that the taste of her own feet was getting worse the longer her socks stayed stuffed in her mouth…
And of course, Charity Mabrey and that sneaky little former friend of hers Aisha al-Fashir were laughing like idiots all the way, Lizzie noted disgustedly to herself as she allowed herself to be led through the darkness by her two giggling captors. She idly tried the bonds on her wrists again—still too tight to get loose—and grumbled through her gag. Sooner or later I’m going to get loose, and when I do both you little sneaks are going to pay so bad!…
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It took a few seconds for Serenity’s humid little request to get decoded in Joey Housely’s feverishly swirling mind. I already have her legs tied twice, her ankles and knees! How much more can I tie them?…
But Joey, young as he was, had already learned Boyfriend Commandment Number One: Thou Shalt Do Whatever Thy Girlfriend Wants If Thou Wants to Keep Her. There were some obvious exceptions, of course, such as murder or certain forms of self-humiliation, but not only was tying Serenity’s legs even more quite reasonable, it offered no small bit of pleasure to Joey himself. Now, how to do it?… But Serenity, knowing how slow on the proverbial uptake her young swain had always been, had suggested that course of action as well by squeezing her slender thighs tightly together. It took only a few moments for Joey’s fevered brain to decipher her request.
Serenity had been quite right in her guess that Joey had been staring at her legs all the time. The greatest of the mysteries which still puzzled Serenity about Joey was not why it had taken a lifetime of neighbor-hood to get them together, or why Joey would defy the unspoken dictum against having girlfriends taller than boyfriend; it was what he saw so enchanting about her legs! Serenity had long accepted as incontrovertible truth that she had two distinct physical flaws: first, her notoriously flat chest; second, legs she considered too skinny by far. The way she saw herself, her legs were little more than two long bony sticks protruding from her body, and had tried no small number of tricks to, as she often put it, “de-stick-ify” her legs: fattening food which went no closer to her legs than her tummy; millions of squats and other exercises which made her vertical leap truly formidable on a basketball court but left her legs as “stick-ish” as ever; and an endless variety of hosiery that added color but no heft to her most reviled flaw. And after all of her torments, Joey couldn’t tear his eyes away from her greatest flaw! As for Joey, he could offer no explanation why he found her perceived flaws to be positive assets—all he knew was that Serenity Mabrey was simply the most perfectly beautiful creature on the face of the Earth-—but had long ago given up any pretense of not being fascinated by her legs. And now, the chance to do even more with them!…
He found more rope, pulled it nervously between his fingers, knelt down at her knees pressed together in front of her, and started looping the rope around her thighs perhaps halfway between the hem of her skirt and the tops of her knees. He found her had to lift up her thighs to get the rope beneath them—lifted them up with a trembling, clammy hand—
“You like this, don’t you?” Serenity teased with an incisive smile on her freckled face. “Admit it!” she continued, knowing full well from the chill of his hands she was quite right about him, “you love playing with my legs!” His wide-eyed gulp was more than sufficient answer. “So tell me,” she chided, “has your mom thought any about getting your eyes checked?”
“You stop that!” Joey scolded her as he worked the rope beneath her pressed-together thighs—which he noticed she held obligingly still for his work—“You know I think you’re perfect as you are!” Which proved to Serenity that he had thoroughly learned Boyfriend Commandment Number Two: Thou Shalt Always Deny Thy Girlfriend Has Any Imperfections. Of course, following the Second Boyfriend Commandment was easy for Joey, as he believed wholeheartedly in her perfection…
“You really need medication, you know that, Joey?” she smirked. Admitting wryly to herself that she truly enjoyed the flattery, no matter how blind it proved him to be…
“What I know is that you’re getting on my nerves like that!” Joey retorted. “Maybe I have to knock some sense into you!”
“Yeah,” Serenity chortled derisively sensing with a trill in her mock-truculent voice, “like I believe you’d ever do that!”
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Abbie felt herself to be more than a little naughty. But not so much for having thoroughly flattened Jaden as for the feelings swirling in the pit of her stomach as Jaden tied her hands palm-to-palm in front of her. Four taut but not-too-tight loops around her wrists, then two loops cinching between them leaving her hands thoroughly restrained. She found she couldn’t quite look Jaden in the eye…
No more than Jaden could look at Abbie. Her pretended shamed docility blended with her trim, petite form in the dark seclusion of the Valleyview woods to leave Jaden more than a little giddy, and he was quite certain that Abbie could not mistake it.
Which she, of course, had not. His nervous gulps and trembling, sweating hands were more than ample proof to Abbie that her unexpected ploy had utterly enthralled him, and the pouty little smile she gave him was quite genuine in her pleasure that she could have such an effect upon him. But the smile hid a nervous tremor of Abbie’s own; the mixed hope and fear that Jaden would not only comprehend the invitation behind her invitation, but then act upon it…
The last knot was tied with quivering fingers, leaving Abbie’s hands thoroughly bound, with the added bonus of a long tail of unused rope spilling down to the ground between her wrists. A tail which Jaden quickly seized—
“Well, come on, bad girl,” he asserted with a voice not quite as shaky as he imagined it to be, pulling Abbie to her feet with the leash leading from her tied hands. “You said you had to be punished, so let’s go punish you.”
“Oh, Jaden, sir,” Abbie mewled with her best frightened-contrite voice as Jaden led her up the hill into the woods, “I’m sorry I was a bad girl. After you punish me I’ll never be bad again!” We’ll see about that, Jaden gulped to himself…
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It was Lizzie’s nose, perhaps the most finely-tuned of her senses, which informed her that she had just been led into the Mabrey family basement. The faint bouquet of cocoa and peanut butter—Serenity Mabrey’s two favorite basement snacks—was unmistakable…
“Mm hmmt oo, Mmshmm!” she minced through her gag in the general direction of Aisha’s giggling. You just see what happens when I get loose, you traitor!…
“Oh, just relax already!” Aisha sniggered at her grumpily helpless friend. “You might even enjoy it if you let yourself! Besides,” she giggled, “if you want to hate one of us, shouldn’t you rather hate Charity than me? This was her idea, you know!”
“She can hate me after we win the bet!” Charity chortled, and Lizzie’s irritation, unable to bear any more ribbing in her current state of powerlessness, found vent in an angry scream through her gag—
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Cora had taken out her cell phone and pretended to threaten Leslie’s father into paying ransom for his daughter Leslie, then—the phone switched off—pushed the phone against Leslie’s ear and commanded her to talk to her daddy—
“Daddy, please,” Leslie begged in her best damsel-in-distress mewl, “pay Madame X the ransom! I’m so scared and all alone and tied up and”—
“What was that!” Cora suddenly gasped in a voice stripped of any and all playful accents as a noise reached her sensitive ears—
“What was what?” Leslie asked, startled into sincerity by the nervous edge to Cora’s voice—
“Didn’t you hear it?” Cora pressed—
“Hear what?” Leslie retorted—
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“Aww, poor little Lizzie doesn’t like losing to me?” Charity teased her captive neighbor in chortling baby-talk—and Lizzie’s answering squeal was met by gales of laughter from Charity and Aisha—
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“There’s somebody downstairs!” Cora gasped—and from the accent of the laughter…
“Aisha!” Leslie affirmed feverishly, recognizing the airy laugh of her neighbor—“What is she”—and the timbre of the gagged squeal suggested—“And Lizzie! They have Lizzie!”
“What are we going to do!” Cora cringed, even as she heard the sprightly patter of feet on the basement steps—
And Leslie, wishing for the one favorite TUG accessory Cora had yet failed to provide, smiled. I know one thing I’m going to do…
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### Chapter 10

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Mon Feb 02, 2009 12:01 pm

10 What’cha Gonna Do
Colby Burns had finally relented and untied Chelsea. At least for as long as it took her to get dressed again in her jeans and shirt—
And no longer. No sooner had she wriggled into her comfortable rugby shirt than Colby seized her wrists and dragged them behind her back—“Hey!” she barked, surprised by his sudden onslaught and not quite sure whether to be pleased or outraged. “What’re you doing!”
“You’re still my prisoner,” Colby chuckled with obvious hunger in his voice as he plied a roll of duct tape around Chelsea’s wrists. “And besides, don’t you deserve to be punished for starting this whole war between Lana and Lissy?”
“Depends on the punishment,” Chelsea answered warily as Colby finished taping her wrists You’re enjoying this way too much, Colby!… “Did you have anything particular in mind?” That might not be the best thing to ask him, Chell…
“For one,” he sniggered, leading her into the passenger seat of his comfortably worn old pickup, “I’m taking you somewhere else.”
“Where?” Chelsea answered, seeing some distinct possibilities in her situation.
“That’s for me to know,” Colby giggled, folding over an extra bandanna, “and for you to not know.” And before Chelsea could protest, her boyfriend had covered her eyes with the makeshift blindfold. At least he took a little care to not catch my hair up in it, Chelsea admitted as she heard Colby star the pickup and felt him pull out…
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Cora’s panic at potential discovery allowed her to miss the sudden sly smile on Leslie’s face—
“Help!” Leslie suddenly mewled, in a volume Cora could hardly be sure could not be heard by the interlopers on the stairs—“Help me! I’ve been kidnapped!”
“Leslie! What are you”—
“Come save me before Madame X gags me! Help!”
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Serenity, her fundamental sense of tomboyishness leaving her as yet still not completely tutored in the ways of feminine guile, still and all knew enough to understand and use Boyfriend Management Tip Number One, which taught the young woman that if one wants one’s boyfriend to do anything in particular, simply challenge his manhood and let nature take its course. And the derisive tone of her voice as she told Joey she was sure he wouldn’t do anything so masculine as to “knock some sense into her” was just the tonic to spur Joey to action…
Action which consisted in a sudden swoop above her which culminated in him scooping her up in his arms and lifting her—well, trying to lift her—
“Joey!” Serenity needled as he grunted and huffed in his effort to lift her up, “Are you saying I’m too heavy to lift?” Which nagged directly at the Second Boyfriend Commandment—
“No—you’re—not!” Joey huffed as he tensed yet again, gathered in his breath—strained every muscle—“See!” he exulted as he hefted her off the ground, one arm cradling her back, the other supporting her bound thighs, “I told you you’re not!” Now, if I can just not drop her!…
Which mollified Serenity’s sudden self-conscious concern about her weight. “So, what’cha going to do to me now?” she taunted, knowing that every bit of Joey’s strength was being taxed by carrying her and therefore holding quite still to keep him from dropping her. “What’s your big plan for knocking some sense into me?” He knew he had to think of a way soon, before he did indeed drop her…
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Jaden was beginning to feel more than a little guilty as he led Abbie deeper into the Valleyview woods. He knew just what he wanted to do, but felt like a thorough scoundrel for wanting to do it, even though Abbie had practically invited him…
And he soon found just what he sought. It had once been an impressive old maple, but cut down years ago to a stump which had softened and smoothed over the years, until…
“Jaden!” Abbie squeaked as she too saw the stump. “What are you”—
“You march right up to that stump, young lady!” he commanded in his best angry-daddy voice. A voice which seemed to set off tremors in Abbie…
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Cora was thoroughly torn. She knew that Leslie, for whatever strange reason, enjoyed being gagged, but on the other hand…
“Help me! Save me from Madame X!” Which quickly decided Cora’s course of action—
A quick dive into Serenity’s top dresser drawer revealed a drawer-full of socks and underwear. Which to use?… The long sky-blue soccer socks rolled up to one side of the drawer would be very good to hold Leslie’s mouth stuffing into place—but what should I use to—
The rattle of feet on the staircase grew louder—she grabbed blindly—
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“Did you hear something?” Charity whispered urgently to Aisha, her sensitive ears—not yet ruined by loud Ipod music—having caught the barely-perceptible sound of a voice—
“Like what?” Aisha gasped, nervously considering the irony of having a fun night of tie-up games interrupted by real-live intruders…
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Joey’s elbows and knees were about to give out. What to do?… Then he saw just the right thing—yeah, not too wide across—and guided his wavering feet toward the smooth young sapling…
“So where are we?” Serenity asked as Joey lowered her to her feet. At least he didn’t drop me…
“Oh, right about here!” Joey snickered as he pushed her face-first against the slender tree trunk and produced more rope…
“I shouldn’t have teased you, should I?” Serenity cringed as she felt the bite of rope securing her to the tree; first around her waist, then rising until her shoulders were pinned to the tree as well. “You know,” Serenity opined while Joey knotted off the coil, “most boys tie their girlfriends with their back to the tree!” Which set off a distinct possibility in Serenity’s imagination…
A possibility not at all dashed when Joey started tying her bound legs to the tree trunk; ankles first, then slowly rising up over her calves and finishing halfway up her thighs. Just below the hem of her skirt… “You have something sick in mind for me, don’t you Joey?” One of the very first rules she had established as part of the “pretend games” long ago was the one banning “sick stuff”…
“That depends,” Joey sniggered in reply, and as soon as he had finished the last knot Serenity heard him slosh away through the fallen leaves surrounding them—“You might think it’s sick. Then again, you might not.”
“Leaving me tied to a tree alone in the woods is worse than sick!” Serenity called to his retreating footsteps…
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Abbie had indeed “marched up” to the stump Jaden had indicated. And when Jaden promptly sat down on it facing her, she knew just what was involved in her punishment. As a million butterflies in her tummy concurred…
“Now, young lady,” he scolded in her best paternal voice as he seized her arm and draped her peremptorily over his knees, “this is for your own good. This will hurt me more than it’ll hurt you!” Both of them knew that was a thunderous lie, but it just seemed the right thing to say…
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Leslie’s purr at the tickle of fabric being pressed between her lips lasted only as long as it took her to suspect—hey!—
“Pmmdzz?” she squeaked as her suspicions suggested that she was being gagged by a pair of panties. But even a nervous Cora noticed that Leslie made no move to expel the unexpected wadding in her mouth—
“No!” Cora mewled. “It’s a sock! They looked clean! You want it out?”
“Nmm-mm!” Leslie demurred, shaking her head a shy couple inches. Feeling her heart racing, Cora finished Leslie’s gag with another long soccer sock, tying it delicately between Leslie’s lips, swishing Leslie’s long golden tresses aside to keep them from tangling in her gag…
“There!” Cora mewled softly, resuming her Madame X voice. “Now you can’t call for help anymore!” Which Leslie’s contented purr confirmed…
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“Serenity’s room!” Charity whispered. “I wonder if”—and the sudden grin spreading across Charity’s freckled face intimated that her suspicions were not of as sinister a variety as Aisha’s… “Let’s go see!” Leaving an abandoned Lizzie standing helpless on the stairs…
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Serenity heard Joey’s footsteps wandering around her in a seemingly aimless drift, sloshing through the fallen leaves. Finally, she heard a faint snap—the footsteps sloshed back toward her—
“Now!” Joey exulted. “I really am going to knock some sense into you!”
“Yeah, and how is that?” Serenity sneered—a quick whoosh—
“Hey!” she squealed as a quick, muted sting crackled across her bottom—another faint whoosh—
“Ow! That hurts!” she cried as her rump was stung a second time—
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That morning, Abbie had almost decided to wear jeans with her long-sleeve PowerDragons Dojo pink sweatshirt, but had decided instead to wear the Aeropostale pink fleece pants she so often wore with it. It had seemed like a good idea at the time—
But now, as Jaden’s hard swift palm cracked against her upturned rear, she wished she’d worn the jeans. A little more protection against a sudden spanking, she cringed…
But Abbie, little samurai that she was, bore Jaden’s spanking—five swats, now ten, she counted—with impassive silence. At least as impassive as the stampeding butterflies in her tummy would allow, a stampede which grew in stormy intensity with every swat to her defenseless bottom…fifteen swats—
And then it was done. To the odd, quivering disappointment of its recipient… “Now, young lady,” Jaden teased in his stern-daddy voice, “do you realize it’s bad to hurt your Jaden like you did?”
“Oh, yes,” Abbie mewled, the hot smart of the spanking still radiating over her rear. “I promise I’ll never be a bad girl again!” Or maybe not, she felt herself smiling…
“Good,” Jaden nodded, setting her back on her feet but leaving her hands still tied in front of her. “Now for the second part of your punishment!”
“You mean you’re not done?” she squeaked as he took the leash end of her rope and pulled her down the hill, wondering—or perhaps anticipating—what else he could do to her…
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Serenity’s sense memory was quite prompt. “You’re switching me!” she gasped at yet another quick hard sting to her rump—
“That’s right!” Joey concurred with a wild giggle. “Remember when your mom would make you fetch a switch from the bushes when you were bad?” Serenity’s blush was practically luminous at the memory of those days… “Well, that’s what I got!” Another whoosh—
“Oww!” Serenity barked at another stroke of the switch across her backside, but even she noticed her imprecation was a lot less vociferous—and a lot moister somehow—than the previous ones…
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The thick carpet of the Mabrey family hallway was much more sound-absorbing than the thinly-carpeted stairs. A fact that Cora Peabody did not conceive—until Serenity’s bedroom door burst open—Cora gasped—
“Cool!” Charity squealed as her green eyes caught sight of Leslie Morgan wriggling on Serenity’s bed, and of Cora Peabody wincing red-faced beside her And then Charity’s thought processes kicked in a little more deeply—
“Oh!” Aisha, whose thought processes were even faster than Charity’s, smiled slyly. “Are we interrupting something, perhaps?” Which thought was animating Charity’s face as well, prodding her green eyes to shocked roundness—
“Ahh—ohh—uhh”—Cora stammered, her face feeling as if on fire with scorching embarrassment—
“I see we are,” Aisha grinned suavely, smiling at the possibilities involved with this unexpected development. “Your aunt wouldn’t happen to know what you’re doing with Leslie, would she?” And Cora’s face only got redder…
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“Okay, so where are we?” Chelsea smirked as she felt Colby’s pickup slow and stop. She could practically hear the leer on Colby’s face… “If you dragged me down the Run to your sick buddies, I’m going to”—
“Do nothing at all,” Colby finished his girlfriend’s sentiment with a chuckle as he circled the pickup and opened her door. “After all, you’re sort of tied up at the moment!” Glad I used as much tape on her as I did, though… “No,” he said as he helped her out the door and to her feet, “we went out to the country for a while. You see, the only thing hotter than a tied-up redhead”—and Chelsea heard a sudden gag-muted squeal nearby—
“Is two tied-up redheads!” Tyler Dwight’s voice teased merrily in Chelsea’s blindfold-enforced darkness. Oh my God, Chelsea gasped to herself—you mean—
“You know,” Colby grinned as he untied the blindfold from Chelsea’s eyes, “Ty and I are the luckiest guys I know! The two hottest redheads in Darius Allen, all tied up just for us!” Chelsea saw that Krysten, perhaps a bit chilly in her short-sleeve white top and denim very-miniskirt, stood with her hands tied in front of her secured to her waist with a long rope and her mouth covered with silvery duct tape. And not at all happy to see her sister show up in similar circumstances… “This is going to be so cool!” Until we get untied, you sick bastards, Chelsea gritted to herself…
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### Chapter 11

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Sun Feb 08, 2009 5:01 pm

11 Payback Time
Chelsea noted with more than slight disgust the mewling acquiescence with which her big sister Krysten allowed herself to be handled by Tyler. She herself was wriggling energetically enough that Colby had a task on his hands to keep Chelsea in his grip, and had expected Krysten to do the same. But no! Chelsea grumbled to herself as Krysten meekly allowed Tyler to guide her freshly-untied hands behind her back and tie them again wrist-over-wrist. Krysten had been cross enough when Chelsea had first been brought to this lonely spot on Baxter Road, the Snowden area’s favorite “parking” place, but even the slightest touch from her boyfriend seemed to evaporate all Krysten’s cares. Some help you are, you ditz!…
“Okay,” Colby grinned, and Chelsea found her anger stoked even more by a leer on Colby’s face not directed at her but at Krysten, “how do we want to start this?”
“How about by untying us, you sick little bmmph—hmm!” she squealed as Colby shoved a wadded hanky into her mouth and tied the folded-over bandanna between her lips to cleave it in. She tossed her head angrily in an effort to dislodge her new gag—
“Behave yourself!” Colby taunted, punctuating the sentiment with a quick, sharp little swat to Chelsea’s bottom—she yelped—
“She’s feisty!” Ty grinned as he smoothed the tape over Krysten’s lips “So how about we start with…” And Colby grinned, even as Chelsea expostulated furiously through her gag…
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Aisha, next-door neighbor of the Morgans, close friend to Lisbeth Morgan, and a Snowden Middle sixth-grader to Leslie’s eighth-grader, was quite familiar with the general outlines of Leslie’s love life. Ever since summer, Leslie’s relationship with Cora Peabody was an open secret; some were encouraging, some disgusted, some intrigued, some indifferent. But Aisha, privy to Leslie’s secrets through Leslie’s sister Lizzie, also knew one piquant detail to the relationship. Which she, with a sly grin, was about to play upon…
“So,” she cooed with a saucily malevolent smile, “you’re breaking Mrs. Morgan’s rule? The one about you and Leslie not being allowed in a bedroom together without”—
“Aisha!” Cora squeaked unsteadily, knowing she and Leslie were thoroughly busted. “It’s not like that! We were just—were just”—
“Playing together?” Charity interjected. “Like Serenity and Joey?”
“Yes!” Cora affirmed thoughtlessly—then remembered—“No! I mean”—
“Oooh! ‘Playing pretend’?” Charity sniggered. Both she and Leslie—and Cora—knew what ‘playing pretend’ entailed for Serenity and Joey… “Are you going to give Leslie big wet sloppy smooches?” Something not unknown to a Serenity/Joey ‘play date’…
“Well,” Aisha purred, drinking in Cora’s embarrassment, turning a malevolent grin toward Charity, “I think it’s fairly apparent that Cora and Leslie are breaking the rules, aren’t they Charity?” To which Charity nodded vigorously. “Don’t you think we should tell Mrs. Morgan and Cora’s Aunt Sandy about this? After all”—
“Don’t!” Cora squealed, and Leslie’s wriggling mewls seemed to concur with Cora’s plea. “Please! Aunt Sandy will—oh my gosh!—please! Oh, I just knew this would happen! Please, Aisha, Charity—I don’t want to get in trouble with Aunt Sandy! Please don’t tell on us!” Aisha smiled, amused at how much Cora, nearly fifteen, was sounding like a naughty six-year-old caught with a hand in the cookie jar. So to speak…
Aisha and Charity exchanged sly, evil smiles. This could be so fun!… “Well,” Charity grinned, enjoying Cora and Leslie’s discomfiture to the uttermost, “I think Mrs. Morgan and Mrs. Morris would want to know that you two are breaking their rules about not sneaking off to bedrooms! You shouldn’t go around breaking rules like that!” Cora was about to cry… “But maybe we could be talked into letting it go this one time,” Charity ruminated—
“Yes! Please! Whatever you want!” Cora begged, quite before she had taken a moment to think things through—
“Whatever we want?” Aisha smiled, and only then did Cora realize that she may have just traded the proverbial frying pan for the proverbial fire…
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Serenity decided that Joey was having far too much fun switching her defenseless bottom. The sting of the switch—pretty obviously a stripped-down sapling branch, she could tell even behind her blindfold—was not terribly painful through her undergarments, her tights, and the rich fabric of her skirt, and in fact…but he’s still having too much fun! Listen to that little jerk giggling! Just wait until I get the chance to pay him back! I’m so going to…
Then another giggle—not Joey! And that voice! That can only be—
“Abbie Dwight!”
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It was Jaden who had first heard the giggling and expostulation from the woods below them as he led Abbie down the hill to the next part of Abbie’s “punishment”. Seeing the sly smile on Abbie’s face, he led her in the direction of the giggling, until they found Joey Housely switching a Serenity tied face-first to a young tree. She was yelping and complaining at each whicker of the long thin twig, but something was distinctly odd about Serenity’s complaints, almost as if…
“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying that!” Abbie sniggered at Serenity’s recognition of Abbie’s little piccolo laugh. “I bet you want him to switch your butt all night!”
“You could help me out here instead of laughing at me!” Serenity objected, perhaps a little too vehemently—
“I could,” Abbie giggled, saucily twisting her bound wrists together, “but I’m a little tied up at the moment!”
“Serves you right!” Serenity shot back at Abbie—
“Of course,” Abbie grinned, winking at Joey, “there is one way I could help you Serenity.” She whispered to Jaden, who dropped the leash end of Abbie’s wrist ropes. She strolled up to Serenity wriggling against the tree; Serenity, sensing Abbie behind her, sighed tightly—
And Abbie picked up the hem of Serenity’s skirt in her tied hands and shoved it into the waist of Serenity’s skirt, wedging it in firmly—“Abbie!” Serenity squealed—“What do you think you’re doing!”
“Helping you out!” Abbie chortled as she stepped back and gave Jaden the end of her rope. “You know you’re loving this! Now you can love it some more!” To Serenity’s nervous gasp, she laughed. “You still have on your underwear and tights, so just be quiet and enjoy it!” She, like Joey and Jaden, had noticed that Serenity had not tried to reach the hiked-up hem with her tied hands…
“You’re evil!” Joey laughed, and Abbie saw Jaden’s eyes narrow as a naughty smile boiled up on his lips…
“Oh,” she gaped, understanding his smile, “have I been a bad girl again?” I hope so…
“Yes you have,” Jaden frowned as severely as his nervous excitement allowed. “So you have to be punished more!”
“Make sure you do, Jaden!” Serenity cried out, just before yelping through another whicker of the switch against her even more defenseless bottom…
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Lizzie, still blindfolded and bound, edged up the rest of the Mabrey basement stairs and followed the voices she heard into the unseen hallway—the voices got louder and clearer—
“Oh look!” Charity laughed. “Lizzie found us! Think you want to see something funny, Lizzie?”
“Mmtmm mmph!” she grumped, wanting nothing more than to be untied.
“Oh, relax, Lisbeth!” Aisha bubbled, deftly removing Lizzie’s blindfold. And Lizzie immediately goggled at the sight of her sister Leslie tied up on Serenity’s bed, and Cora Peabody cringing embarrassed beside her… “So, what do you think, Lisbeth?” Aisha grinned, seeing the amazement on Lizzie’s face. “Think maybe we should give your sister a partner in suffering?” Lizzie nodded fiercely; of all Leslie’s circle, she was the one who found her sister’s relationship with Cora most humiliatingly objectionable, and here was a distinct chance to pay her back for the humiliation…
“You—you’re going to tie me up?” Cora peeped in astonishment—
“You said ‘whatever we want’, Cora!” Aisha sniggered, rooting through Serenity’s drawers with Charity’s able assistance while Lizzie sat down at Serenity’s vanity and prepared to enjoy the show. She didn’t even mind being bound and gagged as long as Cora was about to get it too...
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### Chapter 12

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Sun Feb 15, 2009 9:49 am

12 Payback’s A…
One of the little irksome things which often preoccupied Krysten Parker’s mind was the fact that her kid sister Chelsea was taller than she was. While Krysten was barely 5-2 in her modestly-heeled slings, Chelsea was at least 5-5 and still growing. More than once strangers mistook the elder Parker daughter for the younger and vice versa, but such was hardly the case with the two Parker-daughter boyfriends. Ty Dwight and Colby Burns knew perfectly well which Parker girl was which…
“What are you so mad at?” Colby asked a clearly angry Chelsea, who was glaring at her elder if smaller sister.
“Kmmstmm!” Chelsea hissed through her gag.
“Wmm?” Krysten bleated in reply through her own gag, taken aback by her sister’s anger—at her!
“Wmmdmm wmmp!” Chelsea grumped, twisting her bound arms in a futile attempt to get comfortable. More than once she had berated Krysten as a ‘little wimp,’ and did not stint to call her that yet again. Krysten glared back at Chelsea—
“You two are sisters!” Colby grinned. “You need to show a little love to each other!”
“Let’s show them how!” Tyler snickered…
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The choice for Cora came down to a simple matter; submit to Aisha and Charity’s depraved indulgence. Or be told on by that same Aisha and Charity. Which was, of course, no choice at all… “Well…okay,” Cora murmured, wondering what she had just gotten herself into.
“We’ll need more rope!” Charity giggled. “I’ll go get some out of the basement! Dad’s got lots of rope!” She tore out of the bedroom all giddy laughter…
“W-what do you have in mind?” Cora stammered.
Aisha smiled, now in full control of the situation. “Well,” she smiled, “I rather expect Leslie will want to see this, won’t you, Leslie?” And Cora felt a quiver as Leslie nodded her head… “And we can use the scarf for your gag, anyhow,” Aisha said. “So take off her blindfold first, Cora.” Cora quickly complied, feeling a swirl of butterflies in her tummy when she saw the eager glimmer in Leslie’s green eyes. She’s so going to enjoy this!… “Now untie Leslie’s knees,” Aisha commanded. “I need the rope to tie your hands.” Cora saw that her fingers trembled as she undid the rope binding Leslie’s knees…but they managed the job, and soon the rope was in Cora’s hand. “Give it me,” Aisha instructed, frankly enjoying the power she had over the elder girl, who meekly—if not timorously—obeyed Aisha, handing over the rope. Aisha saw that Leslie’s eyes were wide as saucers watching the scene play out… “Now, turn me your back and put your hands behind you.”
“Behind my back?” Cora peeped, feeling the butterflies in her tummy begin to storm inside her. She too saw Leslie’s agog expression… “Do you have to?”
“Would you rather explain yourself to your aunt?” Aisha inquired pertly, which inquiry made Cora immediately turn around and offer Aisha her hands behind her, Cora’s fingers laced anxiously together.
“Please don’t tie me too tight,” Cora asked meekly as Aisha seized her wrists and pressed them together back-to-back. “I bruise easily!”
“You should have thought of that before you brought your girlfriend to Serenity’s bedroom to play kidnapper!” Aisha scolded Cora lightly as she began to wrap the rope around Cora’s wrists. Two turns, three, then four, and she cinched the loops with a loop between her wrists—then another—“There!” Aisha nodded as she fixed the rope in a quick little knot. “That doesn’t hurt, does it? I didn’t make it all that tight, you know.”
“I guess it doesn’t,” Cora mewled, seeing Leslie smile beneath her gag.
“Now try to get loose,” Aisha commanded. Cora complied, twisting her bound wrists to try her bonds—
“I don’t think I can,” Cora affirmed softly, feeling her new bonds prodding electrically at the butterflies in her tummy… “What are you going to do now?”
“You know,” Aisha grinned as she noticed Charity scampering back into the room with coils of rope in her hands, “for a prisoner you talk an awful lot! You need a gag in your mouth to keep you quiet!” Both Leslie and Lizzie—not to mention Charity—seemed to agree…
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“If you keep telling me to stop,” Joey warned with a grin on his face, brandishing the switch over Serenity’s defenseless bottom, “I’m going to gag you! I mean it! You don’t get to tell me when I have to stop switching you!”
“Please!” Serenity begged, willing to risk a gag to ask Joey to stop switching her rear. But not for the reasons she was sure—or at least hoped—Joey suspected… “Dad never switched me this much at one time!” As her backside, crackling with the switch’s stripes, informed her…
Which was an opportunity Joey could not pass up, especially considering the conditions under which they were playing their game that night. “Okay,” he conceded with a snicker, “you have a choice. Either you have to wear a gag or I keep switching you. Which is it?” And Serenity suddenly found it hard to decide…
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“Why Serenity’s house?” Abbie asked as Jaden pulled her to the back door of the Mabrey home. “What are you going to do to me there?”
“That’s for me to know,” Jaden teased in the words he did not know Colby had used to Chelsea, “and for you not to know! After all, you’re the bad girl who needs to be punished, Abbie!”
“That’s true,” Abbie conceded with a naughty smile, wondering what was next? A switching of my own? A paddling?…
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Fortunately for Krysten and Chelsea’s boyfriends, both were substantially larger and stronger than their girlfriends. That extra size and strength came in handy as Ty and Colby pushed Krysten and Chelsea together face to face and untied their hands. But only for a moment…
As soon as Krysten and Chelsea’s hands were untied, Colby—who had Chelsea under his control—grabbed her hands and pushed them around Krysten’s waist. Meanwhile, Tyler—who had Krysten in hand—took Krysten’s arms and wrapped them around Chelsea’s waist. Both girls, realizing what their boyfriends had in mind, protested vociferously through their gags, but to no effect. With quick, merry fingers, Tyler tied Chelsea’s hands together behind Krysten’s back, while Colby tied Krysten’s hands together behind Chelsea’s back. When the two chuckling young men were done, the two young women were tied together in a tight but unwilling hug…
The boys stepped back, Ty producing a small digital camera. “See how much they love each other!” he giggled to Colby. An assertion the girls’ angry glares seemed rather to contradict… “Smile for the camera, girls!” Not necessary, actually, Tyler grinned to himself as he snapped the first photo…
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Cora felt her tummy quiver as Aisha and Charity rummaged through Serenity’s drawer. “I promise I’ll keep quiet,” Cora pleaded softly. “You don’t really have to gag me.”
“We don’t have to!” Aisha smiled naughtily. “We want to! Or we could tell on you to your aunt!” Which worked its magic yet again… “Very good,” she minced as Cora fell silent. “Now open wide, Cora,” Aisha grinned, fingering a sock, and with a timid glance at an obviously grinning Leslie, Cora licked her lips and obeyed…
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Serenity felt her stomach tighten—the fading sting dancing over her backside revive a little… “You know how much I hate gags, Joey,” she fairly whispered, ashamed of herself for the choice she had just made…
A choice Joey had fully expected her to make. He knew that much about Serenity… “Then you keep getting punished!” At least as far as this is punishment for you, Joey sniggered as he snapped the switch over Serenity’s stinging bottom yet again…
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“So you can breathe?” Aisha asked Cora, freshly gagged. The socks filled Cora’s small mouth to the point of spilling out between her modest rose lips, but were sealed in securely with the white scarf tied through and over her mouth. Fortunately for Cora, though, her breathing was quite unimpaired, so she nodded in answer to Aisha’s question. “Mm-hmm,” she mewled through her gag in further answer. “Good,” Aisha smiled. “Now, what do we want to do with her, Charity?” Charity, all naughty smiles, whispered in Aisha’s ear… “Perfect!” Aisha agreed. “Let’s do that!” She hopped on the bed, took Leslie by her bound ankles, and pulled her toward the foot of the bed…
“You get up here and sit behind her,” Charity ordered Cora, and with Charity’s help Cora complied. Cora had already guessed what her captors had in mind… “Back to back.” Cora obeyed, snuggling her back against Leslie’s. Already their bound hands had found each other, and their fingers laced affectionately together—
“Uh-oh!” Aisha gasped, hearing noise from the basement. “Now who’s coming?”
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Jaden had no trouble escorting Abbie into the Mabrey basement, and soon they were bouncing up the stairs to the main floor of the Mabrey home. Where a certain bedroom awaited; a bedroom Jaden—and Abbie—expected to be empty…
Until they heard Aisha calling from that very room. Well, no use pretending we aren’t here…
“Me!” Abbie called, which in her uniquely light voice was more than enough to identify her. “Jaden brought me here!”
“So,” Charity chortled as she heard the two sets of footsteps approach, “you guys decided to sneak in here to play too?”
“Too?” she heard Abbie ask, only to hear and see Abbie’s gasp as she herself appeared in the doorway—
“And you guys are playing tie-up too?” Charity giggled, noticing Abbie’s hands tied in front of her.
Abbie, enjoying her role and understanding the light-heartedness of the night, shook her head at her BFF’s little sister with a smiling pout. “No,” Abbie murmured in her bad-little-girl voice, “I’ve been a bad girl and Jaden’s punishing me.”
“So I can see!” Aisha spluttered, her Hermione-Granger voice all amused irony. “Well, Cora and Leslie are being punished too!” she chuckled, indicating a Charity eagerly wrapping coil after coil of rope around Cora and Leslie pressed together back-to-back.
“So I can see too!” Abbie giggled, her ironic tone identical to Aisha’s. “I guess we’ve all been bad girls!” Her sparkling blue eye met Aisha’s deep brown eye. “You and Charity too!”
“Yes,” Aisha concurred lightly, “but no one’s caught us!”
“That might change,” Jaden warned lightly. “Now, Abbie, for your punishment. Since you’ve been a bad girl, you have to…” He caught the expectant smiles on the other girls’ faces. “…have to…” Yes, just the thing!… “Stand in the corner! Yep, you have to stand in the corner!”
“Jaden!” Abbie squeaked, expecting—hoping?—her punishment would be something worse—or was that better?…
“You heard me!” Jaden commanded, pushing Abbie face-first into the nearest corner of the room, then taking the tail of Abbie’s wrist rope and wrapping it around her waist to pin her tied hands. “And just to make sure you don’t run away…” He grabbed a loose rope from Charity’s pile, pressed Abbie’s ankles together, and plied a half-dozen loops of rope around them to make sure they were bound securely together… “Now you stand there in the corner, young lady, and think about how bad you were.”
“And what are you going to do?” Abbie demanded, a little too pertly for a properly contrite girl-being-punished.
“Watch, of course!” Jaden sniggered. And Abbie wasn’t best pleased, considering that he hadn’t clearly indicated to her just what—or who—he was going to be watching…
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### Re: The Family Feud

Post by dreadnaught3200 » Sun Feb 15, 2009 10:02 pm

Well done Mr. M
I haven't read all of it yet, but tis a very enjoyable and well written story. It's a search and destroy style tugs novella!
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

### Re: The Family Feud

Post by Zaphod » Mon Feb 16, 2009 1:53 am

Just to add my two cents in, I've really been enjoying this tale as well! I was a little unsure about where to post my comments, since I didn't want to break up your narrative (I like how the comments are a separate thread on GDIT). But since you had other fan mail here, I figured it's as good a place as any. This is a great tale, definitely lighter fare than the tales on GDIT, but that's by design, of course. Something tells me that Jaden has something more sinister in mind for Abbie, but I guess we'll just have to wait until the next chapter to find out.

### Chapter 13

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Sun Feb 22, 2009 8:54 am

13 Turnarounds
Joey’s sniggering switching of Serenity’s bottom was finally ended, not by a yelping Serenity whose pain threshold was finally breached—truth be told, Joey had not plied the switch all that forcefully on her backside, and Serenity had a very healthy pain threshold in any case—but by something Serenity found even more distressing…
“Did you just put a run in my tights?” Serenity demanded after one his dozens—hundreds, maybe?—or stripes prodded not only its usual hot little sting on Serenity’s rear, but an unexpected breath of coolness—
“I didn’t mean to!” Joey bleated, cringing yet undeniably fascinated by the faint glimpse of Serenity’s white-clad bottom through the sudden hole in her tights.
“You idiot!” Serenity blurted as she took matters—or at least the hem of her skirt—into her tied hands and dropped it back over her tingling rump. “I bet you did it on purpose to gawk at my butt, didn’t you?” Not as if he hasn’t been doing that already, though…
“It was an accident!” Joey gaped—
“Yeah, right,” Serenity grumbled, twisting her bound wrists to see whether Joey’s rope work had loosened any. Not surprisingly, it had, and Serenity found one of her wrists starting to slip past its ropes. The sweat which glistened on her arms helped, too… “About time I got untied!” Serenity huffed as her wrists pulled free of their rope. Her first considered action once she pulled her untied wrists through her waist rope was not to work on the knots tying her to the tree, nor to remove her blindfold, but to make sure her skirt was properly in place. Stupid run!…
“I thought I got to do anything to you I wanted!” Joey protested—
“You did, you little pervert!” Serenity retorted, not without a hint of smile on her face as she took off her blindfold and began to work on the knots securing her to the tree. “My butt’s going to sting for a week!” Not that I’m complaining, though… “Now it’s my turn!”
Joey was rather unnerved by how quickly Serenity was freeing herself of her ropes. “So…so what do you have in mind?”
And Serenity grinned with merry malevolence. “You just wait!” Part of him couldn’t wait—the rest was perfectly willing, judging by the glint in Serenity’s gray-green eyes…
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“You just turn around and stay in the corner!” Jaden brusquely commanded an Abbie who was glancing yet again over her shoulder at the scene in the bedroom behind her.
And an interesting scene it was. On the bed, Leslie and Cora sat back to back, their legs stretched in front of them tied at the ankles. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and Charity was fairly leaping over them in the process of wrapping what looked like a couple hundred feet of rope around their bodies. Cora and Leslie were pinned together with rope from shoulders to waist, with only their modest bosoms unwrapped to spare them discomfort. Aisha, who had so instructed Charity, considered her act to be the pinnacle of mercy. As a growing young woman herself, she understood the potential for discomfort… Sitting on the opposite edge of the vanity seat from where Jaden sat, Lisbeth wriggled with her hands tied behind her back and her ankles bound. She, like Cora and Leslie, was also gagged, and Jaden was beginning to appreciate the value of that appurtenance on an Abbie who was getting a little too talkative…
“Then quit staring at Cora and Leslie!” Abbie bleated, forcing herself to look back into her corner with a sour little pout on her face. Little, but in this case genuine…
“You’re jealous!” Aisha giggled at her friend in the corner. “He’s not staring at them at all, are you Jaden?” Jaden began to cast an appreciative eye at Aisha—“At least not very much!” she added with a merry blink of her eyes. He’s so cute!…
“Jaden!” Abbie bleated, turning her face over her shoulder yet again—
“Boy, do you talk too much!” Charity smirked as she finished knotting the rope binding Cora and Leslie together. “Do you want me to gag her, Jaden?”
Jaden decided that since he was already suspected of the offense, he might as well commit it. And since Charity hasn’t stopped smiling at me since we got in the room… “Would you?” he smiled back warmly at Charity. A smile he made sure Abbie noticed…
“Cool!” Charity bubbled. “We’ve got plenty of socks left! If we don’t, we can just get ‘em off their own feet!” Abbie’s face screwed into a revolted twist—
“Sounds good to me!” Jaden affirmed with a snicker. You have it coming to you, Abbie…
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The repeated flashes from the cameras had both Krysten and Chelsea’s eyes thoroughly dazzled. Tyler and Colby had added a number of loops of rope around the girls to tighten their rope-enforced embrace, much to the boys’ merriment. But now, it was time for a new position…
“Back to back!” Colby grinned. “The two sweetest tushies in Snowden bouncing off each other!” To which Chelsea grunted angrily—“Oh, come off it, Chell!” he grinned. “You’ve always loved hearing me say you have a sweet tush!” But now is not the time, you pervert, Chelsea huffed to herself…
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Joey eyed Serenity narrowly as she took out her cell. She had very deftly tied Joey’s hands behind his back in the palms-out style she had once taught him to use on her, and as a result his hands were quite helpless as she placed a call. “Hannah? ‘Ren,” Serenity greeted her friend. “You guys at home by now? Good!” she giggled, casting a wryly merry eye on Joey. “See, Joey’s sort of tied up at the moment, and I was wondering if”—she listened as Hannah apparently interjected something into the conversation… “Yeah,” Serenity grinned, casting a blisteringly merry eye on her young swain, “that’s just what I was wondering! Could you…okay, cool! I thought maybe you and Maggie…cool! We’ll be right over!” She eyed Joey with a wild giggle… “We’re going to drop over to Hannah’s for a while!” And Joey gulped nervously, knowing exactly what Serenity meant by that remark…
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“Urrmmmgh!” Abbie bleated through her freshly-tied gag, frantically tossing her head to dislodge the gag. Her efforts were quite in vain; the soccer sock tied between her lips held in its mate despite her distaste.
“Oh, you look so cute with a gag in your mouth!” Aisha sniggered, so amused her deep brown eyes were actually watering.
Abbie tried a new tack. Her hands were secured to her waist by the waist rope Jaden had fixed on her, but her hands were still bound in front of her, and she decided that maybe if she could reach up with her fingers as far as she could and bend over as far as she could, she might be able to reach the offensive gag and remove it. And if Jaden decides to spank me again, so much the better—she bent down—
“Mwwf!” she squeaked as the sudden sharp sting across her rear announced that Jaden had indeed spanked her again. It wasn’t nearly as much fun in front of people, though, she decided as she quickly straightened herself and glared reproachfully at a grinning Jaden…
“You just insist on being a bad girl tonight, don’t you Abbie?” he snickered. Charity and Aisha were chortling at the scene playing out in front of them. “Well,” he taunted as he rose from his seat, “we’ll just have to do something about that, won’t we?”
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Chelsea was slowly being worn down from anger into acceptance. And as she wriggled back-to-back against her sister Krysten, her hands tied behind her back in the pit of Krysten’s tummy and Krysten’s hands tied together at Chelsea’s, she found herself beginning to enjoy Colby’s unrestrained leer while Tyler plied the camera. It would be nice to get rid of Krysten and Tyler and just be Colby’s prisoner alone…
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When he saw Serenity steering him toward the O’Hara back door, Joey wasn’t sure whether to be apprehensive or excited. At the very least, his heart was pounding…
Pounding even more when he saw Hannah already awaiting them at the half-open back door leading to the O’Hara kitchen. Hannah’s long blonde hair was down, and her tee and fleece shorts and flip-fops were as casual as her ‘do. And the sparkle of her hazel eyes behind her glasses lit an eager smile…
“You look a sight, ‘Ren!” Hannah giggled at her neighbor. “It must have taken you forever to get loose!” And Serenity seemed to blush in the darkness…
“A while,” she conceded. “Now it’s time for him to get paid back!”
“Paid back?” Hannah twinkled. “I don’t know if this is exactly going to be payback for him!”
“It will the way I want to do it!” Serenity smiled evilly, and Joey gulped as he was pulled into the O’Hara home…
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Jaden had taken no chances on his black-belt girlfriend putting up an effective resistance to his will, recruiting Aisha and Charity as his assistants. Or at least allowed them to enthusiastically volunteer to help him…
Aisha had taken one of Abbie’s arms, Charity the other before Jaden untied Abbie’s hands. For a moment after her hands were untied, Abbie had tried to reach her unpalatable gag only to find out that both Aisha and Charity were stronger than Abbie remembered. At the very least, she acquiesced in allowing her arms to be folded behind her back and her wrists bound crossed over each other in the small of her back. As before, the remaining rope was tied around her waist, pinning her hands against her back; now, she was pushed down to her knees by Jaden’s soft but insistent hands, and a new rope was tied from her bound ankles to her bound wrists, securing her into a kneeling hogtie. “Now,” Jaden scolded with a nasty grin, “let’s see you get your gag out, you bad girl!” And Abbie’s glare up at him carried a vivid shade of defiance in her blue eyes as she wriggled against her new bonds…
“A whole room full of tied up girls!” Charity giggled as she surveyed the scene of Lisbeth, Leslie, Cora, and Abbie all wriggling and mewling in various states of restraint. “What do we do next?” And Jaden caught a naughty glimmer in Aisha’s merry deep-brown eyes…
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Joey had never been in the O’Hara bedroom hallway, and the giggles bubbling from the one lit bedroom at the end of the hall were enough to inform Joey that they would not be alone…
And indeed they were not. Maggie still lay supine on her bed, her long slender limbs bound spreadeagle to the corners, her mouth still taped, her eyes still covered with her bandanna blindfold—
Being ruthlessly tickled by Tricia Dwight! “What about her?” Joey squeaked, his eyes agog at the sight of Tricia in the room…
“Oh, don’t worry!” Hannah winked. “Your secret’s safe with her!” Which was all Joey could hope at that moment…
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### Re: The Family Feud

Post by bondagefan » Sat Feb 28, 2009 10:52 am

Just finished reading a great story,hope there is more Serenity needs a gag & Charity and Aisha
need to be bound and gagged.Also love the girl /girl relationship suggestion.

### Chapter 14

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Fri Mar 20, 2009 11:23 am

14 My Fair Ladies
“What did you say?” Tyler asked a Krysten whose gag-garbled cry seemed to carry a bit of heat to it.
“Kmmfmmw!” she bleated, her china-blue eyes pleading. Huh?…
“Kmmfmmw, oo mmwmmzz!” Chelsea added in a much more heated voice, to Tyler and Colby’s confused stare. What’s their problem?…
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Charity stood at the corner of Serenity’s bed chortling at the scene before her. Abbie, Cora, Leslie, Lisbeth, all bound and gagged and wriggling in various degrees of distress or amusement. Even as naïve as Charity was, she could tell Leslie and Cora were especially enjoying their situation as much as Charity was. Charity was laughing so hard her eyes were watering…
As Jaden and Aisha exchanged a cautious glance. At each other, at Charity, then at the pile of rope at the foot of the bed…
Jaden held up three fingers, and Aisha nodded. On three! He closed his fist again—no, Charity’s not paying attention—Then one finger. One…Two…
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His hands were tied, and he was up against three opponents, two of which—Serenity and Hannah—were bigger than Joey. And even Trish Dwight was somewhat heavier…
“You wouldn’t!” Joey bleated, his eyes locked in dread at Trish Dwight. He knew perfectly well he would never live this night down…
“Oh, but I would!” Serenity grinned evilly.
“Secrets!” Tricia grinned, winking at a furiously blushing Joey. “This sounds like fun!”
“Well,” Hannah smiled, “considering that Serenity’s just spent the last fifteen minutes getting her rear switched you can’t blame her for wanting to spread the joy around a little!” She giggled as Serenity’s face went instantly white—“I watched the whole thing from the deck!” she twinkled at her neighbor and friend. “You were having way too much fun!”
“I—I”—Serenity stammered—
“But now it’s Joey’s turn,” Hannah winked, opening her closet door and reaching deep into its far end. “So what do you want first?” Serenity, somewhat mollified from her humiliation, grinned and pulled Joey’s pullover tee over his head and down over his bound wrists…
“Makeup!” Serenity spluttered as Joey gasped. Not in front of Tricia!…
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Three!—
Only at the last moment did Charity realize what was happening, far too late to stop Aisha from wrapping Charity’s arms up in a quick grip and Jaden from scooping up her legs and hefting her up onto the bed beside an agog Leslie and Cora—“Hey!” she squealed—“What are you two doing!”
“You wanted to know what we did next!” Aisha chortled as she sat on the small of Charity’s back and her arms while Jaden pressed Charity’s ankles together. “Well, this is what we do next!”
“But why me?” Charity cried, not at all happy with her sudden circumstances.
“You and Lisbeth both wanted me to help you catch the other, and I did! Well, this is what you both get for making me take sides! Now you both are caught!
“But it was only a game!” Charity pleaded wriggling beneath her friend. “We didn’t mean anything by it!”
“Well, it still is a game!” Aisha giggled as Jaden finished tying Charity’s feet. “I helped you catch Lisbeth, now I helped catch you too!” She tossed a teasing little smile at an Abbie who gazed transfixed on the scene. “And you got the better of it, Charity—you get to have Jaden Ross tie you up! Lizzie didn’t!” You don’t like me mentioning that, do you, Abbie?…
Aisha’s observation caught Charity up rather short. And she, like Aisha, saw the horror on Abbie’s face… “Well,” Charity conceded with a smile, “there is that, ain’t there!” And Abbie about to explode… “So I guess I just have to let Jaden tie me up!”
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“This looks very interesting!” Tricia giggled as Hannah and Serenity drove Joey to a seat in front of Hannah’s vanity. Especially in light of certain of Joey’s reactions to his predicament…
“Oh, it is,” Serenity giggled, then oddly pulled up into a serious tone. “But Hannah is right about keeping it secret, you know. It’s kind of embarrassing for him.”
“I can imagine,” Tricia agreed, letting the merriment in her smile fade a little for Joey’s sake. More than embarrassing, if this secret is what I think it is… “Don’t worry, Joey,” she smiled at a Joey being sat down forcibly at Hannah’s vanity. “What happens among us girls stays among us girls!” Which he seemed to hope very much…
“Funny you should put it that way, Trish!” Hannah tittered as she picked over her cache of makeup for just what items she wanted. “Isn’t it, Joey! Or should I say, Joely?”
“You mean he even has a name?” Trish gaped in amused amazement.
“Not until he’s finished!” Serenity corrected as she rummaged through the end of Hannah’s closet.
“Isn’t Hannah’s stuff a little big for him?” Tricia asked.
“Yes,” Serenity explained, “but we keep his stuff over here so his brother and parents don’t find it. Most of it, at least.”
“Well,” Trish giggled at a red-faced Joey, “aren’t you the little transv”—
“Tricia!” Serenity scolded quickly and more than a little severely—“What he is, is someone who has a very strong feminine side that has to come out sometimes. Joely is a part of him and I don’t make fun of it.” Young as Serenity was, her seriousness was quite impressive… “Neither should you.”
“Whatever you say,” Trish shrugged. “So, you guys think maybe Maggie wants to see the transformation too?” Maggie nodded…
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Abbie, staring at her beloved Jaden binding a too-compliant Charity Mabrey, was not pleased. The fact that Aisha was his able assistant, merrily tying Charity’s feet together while Jaden tied Charity’s hands wrists-crossed behind her back, was of no help. Charity, Abbie decided, was simply having too much fun playing with Abbie’s boyfriend…
Which Aisha seemed to understand. Despite the two-year age difference, Abbie and Aisha had been good friends for a number of years, and Aisha was quite good at reading Abbie’s moods. “You’re only upsetting yourself watching,” Aisha cautioned lightly as she knotted off Charity’s ankle rope. “It’s not as if Charity’s any competition to you, you know!”
“Hmmf,” Abbie sniffed through her gag, secretly embarrassed at Aisha’s accurate read of her temper.
“Well,” Aisha smiled naughtily as she hopped off Charity’s back toward the dresser, “there is a way to fix that, you know.” And her hand promptly rose from the still-open drawer with the second soccer sock in her hand. She skipped over to a goggling Abbie—
“Nnmph,” Abbie demurred, shaking her head—
“Oh, be still!” Aisha ordered, trying to steady Abbie’s head to apply the blindfold. “This only prolongs it, you know!” And a glance at Jaden behind her, having finished tying Charity’s hands and watching Aisha and Abbie, suggested to Aisha that the prolongation was something Jaden didn’t mind watching at all…
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Tricia was quite impressed. Serenity and Hannah had untied Joey’s hands after tying his feet together and tying the bound feet to the lower cross-member of the vanity seat, and he had done a very creditable job of applying a fair-toned cream foundation. He’s done this plenty of times before, I’d say… Hannah’s practiced hand applied a delicate hint of blush to his—her?—cheeks while Serenity worked on a subtle, demure bit of eye shadow. Lucky he already has nice long lashes, Trish smiled… Joey’s—Joely’s?—cheeks and eyes done, Tricia found herself marveling at how deftly their captive now applied a perfect light hint of light-rose lip color, right down to pursing off the excess on a tissue… “You’re really good at that…uh, Joely,” Trish complimented—
“Not quite yet,” Serenity corrected Trish. “Hair and clothes first, and then she’s Joely!” She cast an appraising eye over their captive. “Hmm…blonde, brunette, or redhead tonight?”
“Redhead,” a Maggie un-gagged as well as un-blindfolded but still lying comfortably in her spreadeagle piped up. “Goes with the color of her face at the moment.” Which was quite true; as much as Joey/Joely had settled down, his-her face was still quite a bright red…
“You’re not dyeing his hair, are you?”
“No!” Serenity dismissed. “Lissy got all our Aunt Joy’s old wigs. Hannah keeps them here.”
“Doesn’t he get to decide?”
“No! After all, he is our prisoner!” Serenity giggled. “Okay, red it is!”
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Tyler decided that Krysten and Chelsea’s cries were too serious to dismiss, so—
“What is it?” he demanded, plucking Krysten’s gag from her lips—
“Curfew!” Krysten bawled with a distinct edge of panic in her voice. “You know what happens if we’re late!”
Tyler glanced at his watch and chuckled. “How long do you think you’ve been tied up here anyway?”
“You mean”—Krysten peeped, just before Tyler stuffed her mouth yet again—
“Yep,” Tyler grinned. “The night is still young!” Both Parker daughters tossed their heads in disgust, but both Tyler and Colby guessed that much—if indeed not all—of their disgust was manufactured…
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“Now the gag!” Aisha giggled madly as she and Jaden raised Charity to her knees on the bed. “Like the others!”
Charity guessed exactly what Aisha meant by that. “Eeeewww!” she bleated—“do you mean”—
Aisha smiled nastily. “Plenty of socks in here still, Charity”—
Charity squeaked, even more revolted now that the tables had been turned on her. “Eeeeeewwwww!”
“If they’re gagged, you are too, prisoner!” Charity pondered her dilemma for a long moment, a mulish pout on her freckled face…
“At least get clean socks,” she finally murmured. “And use mine. I don’t want any of ‘Ren’s or Lissy’s stinky socks in my mouth!” Aisha shrugged, which seemed a bit of comfort to Charity… “And you can use the belt on my bathrobe to hold it in,” she allowed sourly, accepting her fate sullenly as she settled on her haunches beside a grinning-through-their-gags Cora and Leslie.
“Au revoir,” Aisha gushed brightly as she skipped out of the room. As soon as she left, Charity cast an appealing puppy-eyed gaze at Jaden…
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Gradually, Joely took shape before Tricia’s amused eyes. Joey had been untied only for as long as it took him to undress, but in moments he was in a pair of lacy pink girls’ briefs, and a modest bra stuffed with a couple pairs of Hannah’s footie socks. With his hands again tied behind his back, Trish watched him shepherded off to the bathroom, where Hannah and Serenity expertly shaved his legs to soft smoothness. Upon their return, his hands were again untied; he was presented and wriggled into a very tight pair of sheer pantyhose which mostly served to flatten certain unruly parts of Joey’s anatomy. Meanwhile, Serenity picked out a long-sleeve white button-down blouse and a short, pleated red-plaid schoolgirl skirt whose hem fell well above the knee and Hannah pulled out a red shoulder-length wig with low bangs and curled-in ends, and guiding the transforming Joely into the vanity seat after tying his hands behind his back again, fixed the wig into place so perfectly that it seemed like her—his?—own hair. Again the nearly-complete Joely’s hands were untied, and with a nervous glance at Tricia, “she” slipped into the blouse and skirt—adjusted the waist—slipped into snowy white knee socks—worked “her” feet into a pristine pair of white-and-black saddle oxfords—made sure the blouse was perfectly tucked in—
“There you are, Joely!” Serenity tittered as their fully-dressed prisoner turned to them with a nervous flutter. And only the fact that she had watched the transformation at first hand left Tricia fully cognizant that the demure young lady who turned to face her was, in fact, not a real girl at all… “You know what’s next!” Serenity chortled, and the newly-transformed Joely sighed. And put “her” hands behind her back…
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### Chapter 15

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Wed Apr 01, 2009 1:45 pm

There are a few changes up on Valleyview Drive, and one of them is Joey--or should I say, Joely...and it is possible to get a little too comfortable around Jaden, as someone finds out! With that in mind, let's begin Chapter...
15 Girls…
Lana and Lissy slowly made their way home in the cool darkness. All had been made up between them, and the new terms of the game agreed upon. As they approached the head of Valleyview Drive, they wondered what mischief had been done in their absence…
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“Open wide, Charity!” Aisha chortled as she presented a pair of rolled-up white ankle socks to Charity’s lips. She tossed a quick glance at a smiling Jaden…
“You know this sucks!” she bleated at her friend, then with a sigh and a quick lick of her lips she opened her mouth for her gag, wishing that at least it was—oh, but he’s so cute!—Jaden Ross gagging her… “I think ymmph!” Charity complained until her mouth was stuffed with the fresh clean white socks. With the terry-cloth robe belt wrapped tightly around her jaw and through her mouth, Charity gave up her protest as futile. Just be patient, Charity…
At least she got the thrill of having Jaden help her to a seat against the headboard of Serenity’s bed, scooting her up until she could rest her back comfortably against it. Jaden is so cute! And he just makes a wonderful kidnapper!…
“You know,” Aisha opined as she watched Charity wriggle comfortably against the headboard, “you’re looking entirely too comfortable, Charity! You’ve had way too much fun getting tied up by Jaden!” Just in case Abbie, beneath her blindfold, hadn’t surmised what was happening…and she eyed Charity’s bound, sneakered feet with a narrowness which made Charity gulp…
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Serenity was obviously enjoying herself as she tied “Joely’s” hands behind “her” back. She could have been cruel and tied Joely’s hands palms-out, but with an eye toward comfort Serenity crossed Joely’s wrists and secured them with a long rope which allowed her to keep the loops of rope tight while still keeping Joely’s hands securely bound. “There!” she chirped as she tightened off the knot, placed where Joely’s fingers could not reach it. “Not too tight, but you’re not going anywhere, are you Joely?”
“No,” the ersatz young lady replied softly, and Tricia marveled at the voice. Not some comic-falsetto voice, but one soft, breathy, the pitch just a bit higher than its owner’s natural tone and attenuated with a delicately demure lisp. And it was instantly clear to Tricia that Joey had practiced the voice as thoroughly as the makeup, as well as clear that her gathered friends were quite used to it… “I’m tied tight.”
“Does he get gagged?” Trish asked, unsure just how to react.
“No,” Serenity answered for Joely, “it messes up her makeup. Besides, she isn’t about to yell for help.” Not with parents and brother uncomfortably near…
“Let’s sit and talk a while,” Serenity offered, clearly in charge of the situation. “Give Joely a chance to relax before the next thing.” You mean there’s more? Trish mused as Serenity led the group out into the hallway.
“Go ahead,” Maggie smiled from her bed-tied spreadeagle. “I’m fine here.” Nice that somebody is, Trish sighed with a tight smile…
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Tyler was full of puns that night. “Well, since we’re hanging around here a while longer…” and his eye flicked up to some overhanging branches above—
“Nnmm!” Krysten squealed, knowing just what that look in her beloved Tyler’s eyes meant. She had hated what he had in mind for a very long time…
“Mm-mmph!” Chelsea agreed with a frantic shake of her head. She hated it too…
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Charity tried to pull back her bound feet, but her seat against the headboard gave her no room to maneuver. Before she could wriggle her feet beneath her, Aisha and Jaden seized her legs and flattened them in front of her. Her sneakers were quickly gone as Aisha made sure of her captive friend by kneeling on Charity’s legs—“Now the socks!” Charity glanced piteously up at a sniggering Jaden as Aisha’s quick fingers plucked off first one footie sock—now the other…
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Serenity led the group—Serenity herself, Hannah, “Joely,” and Trish behind—into the O’Hara living room and sat elegantly. Even with “her” hands tied behind her back, Joely moved with a thoroughly feminine delicacy to a seat in the overstuffed chair and sat with perfect girlish grace, knees demurely together…
“I bet you think this is strange,” Serenity observed as Tricia sat beside her on the sofa. Hannah had taken a post on the love seat beside Joely.
“Define strange,” Trish smirked. “I’m sitting with two friends and a girl who doesn’t happen to be a real girl.”
Serenity cocked a cool eyebrow at Tricia. “Define real,” she replied coolly, then caught a glance at Joely seeming to shrink inside “herself.” Serenity rose and spoke sweetly to Joely. “Do you want your feet tied?” Joely nodded, gnawing “her” lip. “Why don’t you come help me pick out a good rope, Tricia?” Serenity asked in a voice which clearly indicated a desire to share a few pointed words…
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As much as Chelsea and Krysten had hated being tied into their enforced embrace, then their back-to-back predicament, they loathed to exchange it for what they knew Tyler had in mind. But as before, neither Parker was big enough to enforce her will on her boyfriend…and had either Krysten or Chelsea been able to voice her true feelings, neither was altogether interested in enforcing that will. If only they wouldn’t…
Chelsea glared sullenly at Colby as he crushed her newly-untied wrists together palm-to-palm and forcefully wrapped new coils of rope around them. But even as she glared at him gleefully tying her hands in front of her, Colby could not help but notice that she wasn’t fighting back…
Krysten had always been more comfortable with feminine wiles than her rather tomboyish younger sister, and now she decided to play the pity card. It usually served her well with Tyler, since her delicate face and petite frame seemed to naturally invite pity. So now she gazed up at him with her biggest, moistest, most puppy-ish blue eyes while he eagerly tied her hands in front of her as Colby was doing to Chelsea. The puppy-dog gaze having failed to melt him, she raised her game another degree. “Nmmmm, pmmmmz,” she mewled in a plaintive purr, blinking her big moist eyes up at him appealingly. Maybe if could make myself cry, she decided as he continued to hungrily ply the rope around her pinned wrists…
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Aisha marveled at how effective Charity’s socks were at gagging her as she tickled the bottoms of Charity’s bare feet to an accompaniment of a cascade of screaming laughter from her victim. As Charity nearly bucked Aisha off her legs, Aisha also marveled at how strong Charity was…
“You could help me, Jaden!” Aisha giggled, struggling to maintain her place on Charity’s shins while she tickled Charity’s feet with demoniacal intensity. “She’s about to throw me off!”
“Well, you’re down at her feet!” Jaden chuckled, frankly enjoying Charity’s torment, but frankly enjoying Abbie’s even more, for as Charity squealed and screamed, and Jaden kidded with Aisha, Abbie tossed her gagged and blindfolded head about in a frantic attempt to see what was happening. And shapely, petite Abbie wriggling in her kneeling hogtie was about as interesting to Jaden as anything could be… “I tell you what you might do,” he suggested with a mischievous twinkle in his eye which Abbie fortunately could not see through her blindfold, “is see how ticklish her sides are. Just lift up her shirt tail and see if her sides are ticklish!” Which suggestion, from Jaden’s lips, seemed to sit very ill with a writhing, squealing Abbie…
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“Am I in trouble?” Trish asked with quiet incisiveness as soon as Serenity had shut the bedroom door behind her. “Do I get tied up next?”
“Don’t give me any ideas, Tricia!” Serenity muttered. “She doesn’t like the way you were talking!”
“ ‘She’?” Trish retorted, not without an amused grin. “She is a boy dressed in drag, ‘Ren, and”—
“Trish!” Maggie, still lounging comfortably in her spreadeagle, interjected sharply. “You saw Joely! She’s not exactly RuPaul, is she?” she pointed out with Serenity’s scowl accompanying. “Drag queens show off , exaggerate, you know? Joely’s not showing off—she’s just letting her feminine side out for a while!” Serenity nodded fervent agreement—
“Look,” Trish defended herself, “I’m not making fun of him or anything, but—come on, ‘Ren,” she temporized, flustered at being caught out of good graces, “he’s your boyfriend! Don’t you wonder sometimes if”—
“No I don’t!” Serenity cut Trish off sharply, knowing just what Trish meant. “He’s not like that! Heck, if anything,” she offered severely, “it makes him a better boyfriend! He likes me—like-likes me—but he doesn’t treat me like dirt like that jerk Chris Dunleavy that Lissy’s going out with, and he always cares about my feelings”—
“Yeah,” Maggie giggled, “he switches your butt just the way you like it!” Which turned Serenity’s face a covertly grinning scarlet—“Hannah gave me the whole play-by-play when you guys were up in the woods!”
Meanwhile, Serenity’s remarks about Joely making Joey a better boyfriend seemed to move Trish to thought. Thinking particularly about one incident Serenity remembered perfectly well from one of their most dangerous—and secret—Snoop adventures… “Okay, whatever,” Trish shrugged. “So he’s Joely; I won’t hurt his feelings about it”—
“Her feelings,” Serenity corrected sternly—
“Her feelings,” Tricia sighed as Serenity picked up a discarded rope from the floor. “Will that do for her feet?”
“It ought to be for your hands,” Serenity gibed. “You need your mouth stuffed too!” But she merely led Trish back to the living room…
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Chelsea squealed as her hands, taut above her head, were hoisted ever higher toward the sturdy tree limb, which served as a convenient pulley for Colby’s strong arms to lift her up—her heels rose—she was on her tiptoes—
“Nnph!” she squealed as her toes stretched to stay on the ground, her fingers flailing wildly. “Lmm mmph dwmm!”
“You’re cute hanging by your hands,” Colby chuckled, and knelt down to tie Chelsea’s ankles together.
“Pmmz nnph!” Krysten appealed to a Tyler who held her in a firm grip as they watched Chelsea hung up by her hands. “Mmt hmmtz!” As she would know, having been hung up by her hands more than once in her life…
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Aisha was unutterably pleased to find Jaden’s theory borne out. No sooner had Aisha dug a finger into Charity’s pale side than she dissolved in writhing giggles; only the fact that Aisha sat full-weight down on Charity’s tossing thighs kept Charity from bucking Aisha off her—she dug fingers into both of Charity’s bare sides—“You are ticklish!” Aisha chortled as Charity writhed and bucked beneath her. “I ought to just tickle you all night!” And for a moment Aisha wondered why Charity seemed to be looking over Aisha’s shoulder—
Long enough for a long arm to wrap her arms against her sides, and another to clamp a hand over her mouth—
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“That looks much better!” Hannah smiled at Joely as Serenity finished tying ‘her’ feet. “Comfy?”
“Yes, thank you,” Joely murmured, meekly trying the bonds on her ankles.
“Good,” Serenity tittered. “Now for the fun part!”
“The fun part?” Joely peeped, unsure just what Serenity had in mind…
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### Chapter 16

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Mon Apr 27, 2009 6:06 pm

Fortunately, amandalu, this isn't reality...and it gets even more unreal as the girls, well, you know they...
16 Just Wanna Have Fun
Aisha was sufficiently absorbed in the enjoyment of tickling Charity that Jaden’s sudden grab from behind took her entirely by surprise, so completely that she had bee quite unable to rally any kind of defense before Jaden had thrown her face-first onto the front corner of the bed. She was tall enough that the front corner of the bed did not provide quite enough purchase for Jaden to drape her fully atop the mattress; Aisha ended up folded over the edge of the bed at her waist, her legs over the side kneeling while her body lay flattened face-first on the mattress. “Jmmdmm!” she squealed through her hand-gag. “Wmmd mm oo”—and then she caught a glimpse of the eager grin on Charity’s face. Why, you little…
Jaden, needing both of his hands to pinion Aisha’s hands behind her back, released her mouth, allowing Aisha to remonstrate with the grinning Charity. “This was your idea!” she huffed at Charity, whose merry green eyes were frankly enjoying Aisha’s distress. “You and Jaden plotted this against me!” she complained as her arms were dragged and held behind her back.
“Mm-hmm!” Charity cooed through her gag, content in her restraint to at least see Aisha getting it too. Which she was; Jaden had taken advantage of Aisha’s back-chat with Charity to cross Aisha’s wrists tightly over each other in the small of her back. He started to wrap a length of rope around Aisha’s pinioned wrists—
Which finally startled Aisha into resistance. She wriggled as fiercely as she could make her petite form wriggle, but by now Jaden had her pinned against the bed, his legs against hers, his body draped close above Aisha’s while he bound her wrists. Aisha knew that resistance against the much-bigger young man was futile—except for a form of resistance which sprang into her agile mind as she spied Abbie wriggling in her corner listening to the ruckus around her…
“Jaden!” she cried with as much distress in her voice as she could muster. “Please stop! You’re tying me much too tight! Ouch! Jaden! I can’t breathe with you lying on top of me! Please stop it!” And even Jaden saw the blindfolded Abbie stiffen in sudden outrage—
“I’m not on top of you!” he shot back with a distinct excess of defensiveness in his voice—
“Oh, Jaden, please let my legs go!” Aisha pleaded, carefully watching Abbie toss herself against her bonds. By that moment, Jaden had finished tying her hands, and was reaching for another rope to tie her ankles—he heard Abbie rumble beneath her gag—
Then he saw his salvation. The open drawer…
“Jaden! You’re hurting me!” Aisha squealed, hoping her voice was lachrymose enough that Abbie would wreak great harm on Jaden as soon as she eventually free herself. Then she saw Jaden reach for Serenity’s sock drawer—“You wouldn’t!”—
“Wouldn’t I?” Jaden taunted, but Aisha was prepared, closing her mouth with her lips pressed determinedly together…
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Now was Krysten’s turn to be suspended, and her lack of height served merely to lift her even higher from the ground than Chelsea had been. Before the final pull which lifted her from the ground, Tyler had taken a long, merry moment to tie Krysten’s feet together at her ankles, which left her kicking wildly as her bound feet left the ground, her slender arms pulled straight taut above her head Her squeals were pitiful, Tyler decided, but did not stop him from aiming the camera for a nice long shot…
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“I—I’m not sure it’s going to be fun,” ‘Joely’ peeped as Serenity rose and headed for the kitchen and the back door. Not if it’s what she might be thinking…
“Silly!” Serenity giggled. “Not fun for you—fun for me!” And she was out the door and scampering up the hill…
“I wonder what she has in mind,” Hannah remarked with a quick grin in the silence which followed Serenity’s exit.
“Well, what’s up on the hill?” Trish asked, which made Joely’s eyes go wide…
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Jaden was unimpressed by Aisha’s attempt to remain un-gagged. After a moment to toss a wry smirk at his captive, he took the shortest route to his goal—with two quick, delicate but firm fingers, he pinched Aisha’s small nose shut. Aisha tried to wriggle her nose free, but only for as long as it took for her nose to sting from being wrenched in Jaden’s grasp—
“You can’t hold your breath for very long,” he taunted as he watched Aisha’s eyes go wide—felt her throat convulse—and with a breathy gasp, she opened her mouth for a breath—
“Hmm!” she squealed as Jaden instantly pushed a pair of Serenity’s footie socks between her lips. At a loss how to keep the wadded socks in Aisha’s mouth, he made sure to stuff them in firmly—while Aisha tried to work the socks out of her mouth, he dove for the remaining ropes on the floor, gambling she would be too preoccupied by her stuffed mouth to think of getting up and running away—“Nnph!” Aisha squealed as Jaden wrapped several loops of rope around Aisha’s jaw and between her teeth, securing her gag. And she indeed hadn’t thought of running away—until…
“Now your feet!” Jaden chortled, plying quick turns of rope around Aisha’s white-socked ankles…
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“Maybe that’s just a little too harsh,” Colby observed as Krysten dangled from the tree branch. Her bound hands were turning an ominous shade of red unmistakable even in the night…
“One more moment,” Ty dismissed quickly as he kept the camera focused on his writhing girlfriend. Lucky this camera takes video clips… “Nobody wiggles around hanging from a tree like Krysten!”
“You sound like you’ve seen her like this before, bud,” Colby observed with a smile…
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Jaden surveyed an embarrassment of riches. Abbie, Cora, Leslie, Lisbeth, Charity, and now Aisha, all bound and gagged and wriggling in various degrees of distress—or something distinctly not distress—in Serenity’s room. Abbie in particular was painfully charming as she wriggled blindfolded and gagged and distinctly angry in her kneeling hogtie…
“You look like you need a buddy, Charity!” Jaden giggled, watching Charity twisting her bound wrists and ankles on the bed. “Like Leslie and Cora, somebody to sit with you. But who? Lizzie or Aisha?” Lisbeth was sitting at the vanity looking rather bored, so…
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Serenity’s wide, maleficent grin was perfectly explained by the object in her hands. A long, slender sapling branch. “Your turn, Joely!” Serenity giggled. “Why should I have all the fun!” Which drove ‘Joely’ to shrink back deeply in ‘her’ chair… “That won’t save you, Joely!” she smiled evilly, advancing slowly on her prey with the switch brandished in her hand. “Will it, Hannah?” And Hannah, understanding Serenity perfectly, pulled Joely up from the seat—drove ‘her’ to ‘her’ knees and folded Joely over the seat cushion…
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“Poetic justice!” Jaden chortled as he dragged a protesting Lisbeth to the bed and sat her down. He had already turned Charity around facing the headboard of the bed, and slender Lizzie was no problem for Jaden to sit up behind Charity, her legs stretched out before her on the mattress. Even then, he was coiling the last of the rope around Lizzie and Charity’s chests and tummies… “You were both after each other, and now you’re both tied up together! If you can cooperate, you just might get yourselves loose sometime tonight!” He sat at the vacated vanity seat, above a wriggling Aisha. “Now, what to do with you?” Aisha’s pleading dark eyes seemed to suggest that untying her would be a good option…
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Krysten bleated a sigh of relief as Tyler freed her from the tree branch. Next, her wrists…
But only for as long as it took to re-tie her hands behind her back palm-to-palm. You know, he observed to himself, if I tie her elbows together, just maybe…
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The short schoolgirl skirt barely covered Joely’s bottom, a fact of which Joely was painfully aware as Serenity teased the switch over ‘her’ defenseless rear. This is not going to be good…
As indeed the first whack of the switch made painfully clear. At least it struck skirt and pantyhose both…
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What a time to run out of rope, Jaden mused as Aisha sat against the bed staring pitifully up at him. You know, when this girl finally gets a boyfriend he’s in big trouble!… He considered the possibility of searching for more soccer socks, or at least a pair of tights or hose—
The bathrobe! he exulted. It has a belt! Perfect!… As he turned toward Aisha with the silky belt in his hands, the captive young lady shook her head and mewled…
“Your turn!” he giggled, scooping up the wriggling Aisha and depositing her prone on the floor in front of the bed. And in moments, her bound feet are pulled up to her bound wrists in a nice tight hogtie… “Looks like you aren’t going anywhere for a while!” he sniggered above a twisting, mewling Aisha—just for a moment before he turned to his main attraction among the half-dozen bound and gagged girls in the room…
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A half-dozen strokes of the switch to Joely’s defenseless bottom had ‘her’ wriggling and whimpering. Still…
“I’m impressed,” Tricia murmured discreetly to Hannah. “Not even a whipping makes him act like a boy again!” Even the whimpers carried a distinctly feminine note… “Get it?” she giggled. “Whipping? Boy? Whipping boy?” Trish at least believed it was hilarious…
“You know,” Hannah smiled covertly, watching her neighbor friend Serenity gleefully plying the switch over Joely’s bottom, “I have this really weird idea…” And her coolly satiny voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper into Trish’s ear, and in moments the two young ladies repaired to Hannah and Maggie’s shared bedroom…
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Krysten’s limpid blue eyes bulged as Tyler plied the extra rope around her elbows, slowly drawing them together. While Krysten was lithe and petite enough for her elbows to come together with relative ease, it was a form of binding to which the young lady had never yet been subjected. She squealed with discomfort as her elbows were pulled closer and closer together, desperately hoping that her wet-eyed, mewling appeal to Tyler to stop would finally sway him—then she just happened to glance down at herself—
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“Miss me?” Jaden cooed as he sat on the vanity seat beside his kneeling, wriggling, snarling girlfriend Abbie. The sound of his voice at her ear seemed to startle her for a moment, as if unsure whether to be pleased or angry to the center of Jaden’s attentions again. But the minute softening of her small frame, and its minuscule leaning toward the source of Jaden’s voice, seemed to indicate that in the end she was pleased to have his attention again…
But Abbie was far from the only inmate of the room to notice that Jaden was quickly becoming entranced by Abbie again. Charity’s quick green eyes noticed—and she nudged her shoulder against Cora’s, and the quick darting of Charity’s eyes toward Jaden and their sudden meaningful glow seemed to start Cora’s mind working on its own—and her fingers working on Leslie’s bonds. Just as Charity’s nimble fingers were working on Lisbeth’s…
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Joely had ‘her’ face pressed into the seat cushion, the better to contain ‘her’ squeals as Serenity continued to torment ‘her’ bottom with the switch. Not noticing the two—no, three—figures which approached her ominously from behind…
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Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

### Chapter 17

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Fri May 29, 2009 7:30 pm

Our Valleyview miscreants are discovering that TUGs are always better when you...
17 Put a Girl in It
If redheaded high-school senior Krysten Parker and raven-haired middle-school eighth-grader Serenity Mabrey shared one trait, it was a common dislike. In particular, a mutual dislike for their own bustlines—or, more precisely, their lack thereof. The only self-image issue Serenity carried of greater moment than her skinny legs was her alleged flat-as-an-ironing-board chest, and it was Krysten’s own lack of development that had allowed Mrs. Pillsberry the Darius Allen High drama director to seriously consider a production of The Wizard of Oz with Krysten herself playing Dorothy (rather unsettling a Trish Dwight who was counting on Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat and the role of the Narrator therein). Then Krysten, squealing and mewling as Tyler tied her elbows together behind her back, just happened to glance down at herself—
And noticed a bustline fuller and more prominent than it had ever been—hey!—
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Now the Morgan sisters were in the game. First Lisbeth, then Leslie understood the situation, and the chance to make Jaden Ross squirm drove even a happily tied-up Leslie to work on the knots binding Cora’s wrists. And even as knots slowly came undone, Jaden still sat enraptured by Abbie’s unctuous squirming, utterly oblivious of anything else…
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On three, the three sets of eyes—Tricia’s brown, Hannah’s hazel, and Maggie’s black—silently agreed. You ought to be paying more attention, Serenity…okay. One…two…
Three!
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Tyler grinned like the madman he felt himself to be as Krysten’s pained gaze turned demurely flirtatious—she seemed to arch herself up toward him—
“Oh,” he teased, “you like it now that you’ve seen what it does to your chest!” Krysten cooed through her gag, nodded up at him. “Well,” he grinned, “if you like it, I like it!” He knew from long experience that one had to be particularly diplomatic in dealing with Krysten’s most deeply-held dissatisfaction with herself, hence obliquely didn’t quite say how much he liked the effect too… “Think you’d like me to abduct you someplace by ourselves to…well…” And her nod was as enthusiastic as any that night…
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Four pairs of wrists were now untied, Cora and Leslie and Charity and Lisbeth’s hands now free. Slowly, slowly enough that Jaden could not notice in his entranced gaze upon Abbie’s writhing, they began to shrug and wriggle out of the ropes that bound their bodies together…
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One moment, Serenity was giggling while she whipped Joely’s bottom with the switch—the next—
“Hmm!” she cried through Maggie’s hand clamped suddenly over her mouth while Tricia and Hannah grabbed her—Trish her arms, and Hannah her legs—and hauled her toward the now-empty sofa. “Wmmdrr oo dmmnng?”
“Well,” Trish teased, “we decided Joely needed a playmate! Or at least Hannah decided. Why should Joely be the only one having fun?”
“Wmmd?” Serenity peeped through Maggie’s hand-gag while Trish and Hannah dropped her unceremoniously prone onto the sofa. “Wmmdrr oo mmnn?”
“We mean,” Maggie teased into Serenity’s ear, “that you and Joely would make a nice matching set all tied up together!” And something about Maggie’s spluttering giggle told an increasingly tied-up Serenity that there was more to it than just tying her up…
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Monkey see, monkey do, Chelsea grumbled to herself while her boyfriend Colby tightly bound her elbows together. As if I need the help! It’s not like I’m as flat as Krys! But as the tension of the rope pulled back Chelsea’s shoulders, she had to admit that the effect was pleasing on her too…
“So where you taking her?” Colby chatted with Tyler, flipping a glance at Krysten.
“Maybe the Woods,” Tyler shrugged in reference to Henschel’s Woods, another favorite local trysting-place. “Unless you want to take Chell there.”
“Actually,” Colby winked, “I’m sort of afraid to take her gag off. She might cuss me out!” Which, judging from the expression on Chelsea’s face, she was perfectly capable of doing…
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Lisbeth tried to crush Charity’s wild giggle with a baleful eye. You’re going to give us away!… Slow, stealthy hands reached out to untie bound ankles—and still Jaden gazed upon a wriggling Abbie…
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Serenity lay prone on the sofa, her wrists bound crossed behind her back and ankles bound together. And still Maggie kept her hand clamped over Serenity’s mouth…
“If you promise not to yell or cuss us out,” Maggie offered to a staring Serenity, “I’ll uncover your mouth. If not, I can tie a gag in there, but I don’t think you’d like that.” Serenity’s sour sigh was sufficient answer. “You’ll be quiet?” Serenity nodded…
“So what do you have in mind for us?” Serenity murmured when her lips were uncovered. “Something kinky, I’d bet!”
“You know,” Hannah opined from the overstuffed chair, where she was helping Joely back upright on “her” knees, “if you’d just stuff that attitude of yours, you might even like it!”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t like it,” Serenity smirked. “Just that it’d be kinky!”
“Depends on your definition of ‘kinky,’” Maggie grinned as she helped Serenity off the sofa and onto her knees upon the luxurious carpeting…
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Lisbeth instinctively raised her hands up to her gag, only to be halted with a curt shake of her sister Leslie’s head. She didn’t want to waste time or take a chance on Jaden discovering their escape too early—besides, Lizzie sighed disgustedly to herself, Leslie likes being gagged…
Sufficiently chastened, Lizzie instead turned her attention to her ankles, and soon four pairs of feet were free as well, and four merry sets of eyes met each other—glanced over at a still-bemused Jaden—
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Krysten was more than content to be Tyler’s prisoner up in Henschel’s Woods, hence her submissive quietude as he carried her to his car—
A quietude which lasted no longer than it took her to hear the chirp of his car remote and see the trunk lid rising up—he’s got to be kidding!…
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As Maggie helped a thoroughly bound Serenity scoot along the floor toward a “Joely” being scooted by Hannah, Serenity realized that she was going to be right on both counts. It would be kinky. And—if it was what she was guessing—she would like it…
In a few awkward moments, Serenity found herself kneeling nose-to-nose with the Joely she and her neighbors had created from Joey. And Tricia appeared upon the scene with a very long rope in her hands…
“You can thank Hannah for deciding you two needed the ‘face time,’” Trish snickered, teasing the rope through her fingers. “I have to admit, the visual I’m picturing of this is really interesting!” And with that, Maggie and Hannah pressed Serenity and Joely tightly together—Tricia plied the rope…
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Cora had silently dropped the long ropes which bound her to Leslie, and which had bound Charity to Lizzie, over the far side of the bed. All four were free except for their gags, which could wait for a few moments more—okay, he’s still all wrapped up in Abbie—she nodded—
Now!—
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“Nnnmm-mmm!” Krysten objected as vociferously as her gag allowed, shaking her head piteously as Tyler lowered her toward the gaping trunk opening. She wriggled in his grasp as much as she dared knowing how hard her fall would be if she slipped out of his grip—
“Sorry!” Tyler fairly giggled. “Cute little prisoners don’t get to ride in the front seat—they ride in the trunk! Besides,” he added as he guided her inside the trunk, taking loving care to not hit her head against the car, “how would I explain to a cop why I have a cute chick bound and gagged beside me in the car?”
She glared at him as much as her trepidation allowed as he gingerly closed the trunk lid on her. I hope he pulls you over and handcuffs you for this!…
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“I told you you’d like it!” Maggie chortled at the fiery blush radiating on Serenity’s cheeks. Which matched the blush radiating on Joely’s… Trish had plied the rope with ruthless severity, binding Serenity and Joely together tightly from shoulders to hips. Leaving the two pressed securely together…
“So…what are you going to do to us now?” Joely peeped in ‘her’ winsome lisp.
“Nothing,” Hannah grinned. “Nothing at all. Just go hang somewhere, probably.” Somewhere away from you two, at least for a while, she smiled to herself as she nudged Maggie and Trish out of the room… “Don’t wait up for us!” And in moments, Serenity and Joely were alone, face to face, and utterly, helplessly tied together…
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Only a flood tide of four strong young women seizing him startled Jaden from his reverie—he gasped as four sets of female hands dragged him away—
“Hmm!” he yelled through a hand over his mouth as he was deposited prone on the middle of the bed—“Hmm dmmd oo”—but the question of how four of his prisoners got free was distinctly moot as they dragged his arms behind his back and pressed his ankles together…
In the corner, Abbie had heard Jaden’s surprised yelp and strained to hear what was going on. None of the other girls were speaking—they’re all gagged, I expect—and Jaden’s own voice was reduced to a muffled mewl—which means—
They’re tying up my Jaden?!—
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This is much too long for him to be taking me to Henschel’s Woods, Krysten complained silently to herself in the enforced darkness of the trunk. She had to admit, however, that since she had no way to see her watch and since time was impossible to measure in absolute, rather boring darkness, that she couldn’t be sure of that…
Finally, she felt the car slowing down, easing to a stop, and the shut-off of the engine left her in utter silence. I have a very bad feeling about this…
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Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

### Chapter 18

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Thu Jul 23, 2009 11:04 am

As nighttime descends upon Snowden and the first day of the family feud, we find a few of our intrepid TUGers...
18 Together Alone
“I see you’re enjoying this,” Serenity smirked as she and Joely took in their predicament. As comfortable as Serenity’s sweetheart was as Joely, certain parts of “her” were unmistakably Joey, as Serenity could tell—much to “Joely’s” discomfort… “It’s okay,” Serenity murmured, her smirk segueing into a pink-cheeked, lip-gnawing little smile. “I’m kind of enjoying it too.” She could tell her partner in durance was feeling more than a little confused about what to do, so… “Looks like we’re going to be stuck together a while, Joely. Just the two of us.” And the invitation in Serenity’s gray-green eyes only made Joely even more uncertain…
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Jaden held a first-kyu brown belt from the local PowerDragons dojo headed by Abbie’s stepdad Dave Miyazaki. He was smooth and powerful in both his techniques and his forms. He was conversant in all a near-black-belt should know.
And it all meant nothing at the moment, snowed under by no less than four of his own former prisoners. Cora and Leslie counted in a way…but it was the younger former captives who led the charge. While Lisbeth sat on his knees and bound his ankles nearly up to his calves, Charity’s quick hands were gathering up Jaden’s and yanking them behind his back with the enthusiastic assistance of Leslie and Cora—Cora helping Charity secure his wrists crossed over each other while Charity did the tying with a ferocious glee on her face, Leslie gathering up one last pair of socks from Serenity’s drawer and wiggling them into his mouth. Lacking anything to secure the wad into his mouth, Leslie was the first to remove her own gag, taking the soccer sock from her lips and wrapping it over his mouth before he could spit out the socks. She took her time taking her gag’s wadding out of her mouth, though…
“Wmmdrr oo dmmnng?” The angry question came not from a snowed-under Jaden—who knew perfectly well what they were doing—but from an indignant Abbie, stiff and wriggling in her kneeling hogtie. She was perfectly willing to have Jaden punished, but she wanted it to be at her hands…
Which persuaded Leslie to reluctantly part with the last of her gag. Maybe I can talk Cora into it again later… “Just helping Charity and Lizzie with Jaden,” Leslie cooed as she secured the knot in his gag. “He’s been a bad boy!” Abbie’s growl indicated that she wasn’t quite satisfied with that answer…
Now that Jaden’s wrists and ankles were bound, the other girls took the time to undo their own gags. They weren’t as enthusiastic about them as Leslie was…”A very bad boy!” Cora agreed with a snigger, helping Charity pick out another rope. “Oh, Abbie!” she tittered at Abbie’s next angry rumble through her gag, “you worry too much! He’s too old for Charity and Lizzie, and you know he’s the wrong gender for me and Leslie!” Well, not entirely for Leslie, Cora allowed silently, but…
Which made Abbie’s protests settle a degree. “Tell you what,” Cora offered, “let us finish him quick, and we’ll let you see what we did! Deal?” And the sudden piqued tilt of Abbie’s head suggested it was a deal Abbie would accept…
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Any day now, Tyler! Krysten grumped to herself in the helpless darkness of the car trunk. He had shut off the car, stepped outside, and Krysten was getting impatient for him to open up the trunk and let her out. At least if he ever decides to let me out!…
A decision he was arriving at as he stood over his car’s trunk, checking the time on his cell…
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“What—what do you want?” Joely asked, still in her demure lisp of a voice, but undeniably excited—as well as distinctly frightened—by their situation. And Serenity’s eyes fairly glowed…
“You know, Joely,” Serenity cooed, licking her lips in what she hoped was an inviting flirt, “I’ve never kissed a girl before. And I can’t run away, can I?” Not that I’d want to…and the gulp she heard from Joely—fighting hard to keep her composure as Joely—made quite clear that Joely wasn’t exactly complaining…
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The hogtie rope was the final touch. With Cora and Leslie providing the muscle, Jaden’s feet were folded back to his bound hands, and Charity and Lizzie gleefully secured them together stringently. Leaving Jaden to wriggle helplessly on the bed and grunt out protestations which seemed to grow less and less angry as his wriggling continued…
But one person there besides Abbie was not having much fun. “Hmm!” Aisha squealed from the floor, where she writhed in her own hogtie. “Wmmd mmbmmt mmph? Mmtmm mmph, pmmz!” It didn’t help that she hadn’t had the fun of helping tie up oh-so-cute Jaden…
“What do you think, Liz?” Charity giggled as she and her neighbor/rival stood over a pleading Aisha. “Should we untie her?” Lizzie cocked her head—
“Maybe later,” she giggled to Aisha’s outraged mewl. “For now, let’s just take her to your room. I think Abbie and Jaden want to be alone.” With a nod, they hefted an expostulating Aisha from the floor and carried her into the hall…
Meanwhile, Cora and Leslie edged Abbie around so she was facing the bed. Leslie picked away the knot to Abbie’s blindfold—and with a presto! sweep of her hand, removed the covering from Abbie’s eyes—
Which goggled at the sight of her beloved Jaden writhing in a very tight hogtie…
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Okay, this will do, Tyler decided. Key in the lock, turn…
“Fmmwmmwy!” Krysten grumped as the lid to her car-trunk prison was opened. She hoped her tone completely masked the fear which had begun to bite into her as she lay in the trunk…
“Well,” Tyler teased, again seizing the trunk lid, “if you’re going to take that kind of tone with me,” he scolded—started the trunk lid back down—
“Nnmm!” Krysten squealed and tossed her head as the lid started to close. “Pmmz! Mmm smmwy! Pmmz nnmm!” She got very quickly into her begging tone—
“That’s better,” he grinned. “Tied-up hostages should know better than to sass their kidnappers!” He let the trunk lid rise back up. “Now, let’s see about getting you out of that trunk!” Krysten agreed fervently…
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Joey Housely had kissed Serenity a number of times before that night. While to his elders such kisses were nothing of great moment—the occasional furtive peck on Serenity’s lips, the quick tight hug when no one was looking—they had been a fountain of bottomless passion for him. And to Serenity as well…
But now, as Joely, he faced a crossroads. They were alone—not a single Hannah or Tricia or Maggie in sight—and tied tightly face-to-face with the one girl in his whole life who stirred him to passion at the mere thought of her, with an electrical storm in her eyes beyond any he had ever seen. And he was fully, completely, and helplessly in the role of Joely. The bra with its ersatz cargo was tight around his chest, the clingy grip of the pantyhose danced electrically over his lower half, and the light tickling of the skirt’s hem against his thighs reminded him forcibly that the person Serenity was devouring with her eyes was indeed Joely. What to do?…
Serenity saw both Joey and Joely before her eyes, saw the timorousness mixed with the enthusiasm, the ardor and the helplessness all at once. The boy who treated her with ardent sweetness, and the girl whose existence—whose sensitivity and insight—seemed to be the font of those lovely traits. The Joely that made Joey into such a gently sweet boyfriend was gazing at her—she felt the boyfriend’s ardor through the girl’s frame—and…
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Abbie never ceased to delight in Jaden’s long, lean frame, the sinewy limbs and trim body; even more so in his face, lightly freckled with its big expressive blue eyes and full, sensitive mouth and unruly shock of raven-black hair. She had fallen in love with him literally the very first moment she had espied him, and she accounted his requital of her attraction a miracle equal to her survival of her family’s slaughter now so long ago. He was perfection in her eyes—but there was one difficulty in the way of this perfect moment.
She couldn’t touch him. She knelt in her kneeling hogtie, pinned to that one spot of bedroom floor where she could watch Jaden’s deliciously lanky form wriggling against his prone hogtie on the bed—and do nothing else. The hogtie left him far out of her reach; her gag left her unable to call out to him. And from the dewy frustration in his big blue eyes, Abbie could tell that Jaden was thinking in much the same way she was…
And in the midst of her own wriggling, Abbie made a discovery. With her knees unbound, she could inch her way toward the bed! Quite literally inch her way—the ropes allowed not much more than an inch of ground with each rug-scraping step toward the bed. But with Jaden lying there wriggling and mewling, Abbie knew the trip would be worth the rug burn…
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Krysten squealed when she recognized the destination to which Tyler had led her. Do you want to get us both killed?…
“Aww,” Tyler snickered at the consternation on Krysten’s face, “you didn’t want to come home yet? You liked being my prisoner?” And with a red face, Krysten had to nod her affirmation. As long as I’m your prisoner, Tyler!… “Well,” he grinned, carrying her scooped up in his arms toward the backyard gate to her house, “you can be my prisoner for…” He twisted about so he could see the time on the cell in his hand—“another eight minutes.” Which informed Krysten that the time was 10:52 with perfect clarity. Eleven o’clock curfew on Friday and Saturday nights, after all… “But I can kidnap you again tomorrow if you want!” And Krysten felt herself nodding fervently…
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Joey could hear nothing but the pounding of his manic pulse as Serenity’s lips left his. Before either he or Joely could decide what to do, Serenity had made the decision for both of them—all of them—by pressing her soft lips against his, not for a quick peck, but for a long, lingering entwining. As her lips pressed deeply and urgently against his, he felt his body, possessed as it was at that moment by the part of him who was Joely, shudder with a passion never yet felt—then slowly, reluctantly, Serenity’s lips hesitated away, leaving both Joey and Joely swirling in desperate emotions…
And Serenity giggled softly. Was it bad?… “I could taste your lip color, Joely,” she smiled from behind sparkling eyes.
“Is—is that a bad thing?” was her breathless answer, in a voice somewhere between Joely and Joey.
“I don’t know,” Serenity smiled, a sudden flirtatiousness in the sparkling gray-green eyes. “I think I’ll have to taste it again!” And before another thought, Serenity’s lips were there again, pressing urgently into both Joey and Joely—
Only to jump back from a blinding flash of light—
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Abbie was almost there—her inch-by-inch crawl had brought Jaden closer and closer, now five feet, now two, now one, now mere inches—they were almost nose-to-nose—
“Time’s up!” Leslie and Cora announced perkily from the bedroom doorway, mirthful smiles on their faces. “If Jaden’s sleeping over at the Houselys, he has to go over,” Leslie explained. “So say goodnight, sweethearts!” she teased—as they loaded a wriggling, mewling, expostulating Jaden onto a red wagon and steered him into the hallway—
Leaving Abbie to fume at her sudden loneliness. I am so going to get both of them!…
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### Chapter 19

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Thu Aug 06, 2009 8:05 am

19 Interludes
Serenity’s jump back at the sudden flashing-on of the O’Hara living room lights nearly chipped Joely’s front teeth. As for Joely, struggling to hold onto herself as Joey insisted on emerging, the disappointment was profound as she understood what was happening. Now you jerks decide to come back?…
“Curfew time, Joely!” Maggie called out with sweet irony. “Joey needs to go back home soon, so it’s time to say good night!” And Maggie could not help but laugh at the sag of her prisoners’ shoulders. Having too much fun, were you kids?…
“I’ll pay you for five more minutes!” Serenity peeped with a scarlet-faced smile as Maggie and Hannah and Tricia descended upon them, plying their deft young fingers to the task of freeing two young prisoners who were very much opposed to their freedom—at least at that particular moment…
“No,” Hannah sniggered as she picked away the ropes binding Serenity’s wrists, “you’re enjoying it too much! What good is holding a prisoner if she likes being a prisoner!”
“We can pretend,” a Joely steadily melting back into Joey offered with a meek smile as “her” wrists were freed, “her” ankles untied…
“I’ll just bet you could!” Trish giggled as she unwrapped the rope securing the two captives together. You two could at least pretend to be thankful for being untied…
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“Hmm! Wmmd mmbmmt mmph?” Abbie bleated as she helplessly watched her friends remove Jaden. It was just getting fun!…
“You don’t have a curfew at the Houselys’ place!” Leslie scoffed lightly, keeping a still-hogtied Jaden centered on the wagon. “And if we untied Jaden, he’d never leave, especially with you in your condition!” Leslie understood perfectly well the enthusiasm boys had for tied-up girlfriends… “And you don’t have to be anywhere, so…”
“Temper temper, Abbie!” Cora—herself possessed of an occasionally-troublesome temper—teased with a giggle as Abbie’s frustrated, gag-muted scream exhausted itself…
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Tyler knew the way to the Parker back porch, with its gingerbreaded columns holding up the roof, quite by heart. If he only had eight minutes—well, now only seven—minutes left with his beloved Krysten that evening, he was going to make the most of them…
“Should I leave you tied to one of the posts for your mother to find?” he teased, hefting Krysten a little to get a better grip on her. He gave himself silent, pious congratulations for leaving her bottom out of that grip…
“Hmm-mm,” Krysten demurred as she settled again into Tyler’s cradling arms. Yes, I allow you to touch my behind, Tyler, for heaven’s sake!… “Dmmd wmmd kmm mmph!”
Which was all Tyler needed to decipher. Namely, the chance that it would be Mr. Parker, not Mrs. Parker, who would discover Krysten tied to her own back porch. In that case, Tyler knew, his lifespan could be calculated in nanoseconds… “Well, if that’s what you want,” Tyler sniggered. “But it’s awful hard on a kidnapper to have to drop his hostage off back home for curfew!” Krysten’s sighing nod seemed to indicate agreement… “Well,” Tyler sighed as he rounded the corner to the Parkers’ privacy-fenced back yard and porch, “here we are, Miss Parker, and without getting any ransom eith”—and the two young lovers both gasped—
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Serenity allowed Joely the privacy of Maggie and Hannah’s bedroom to complete the transformation back into Joey, sleepily straightening her outfit—she still hadn’t changed from school that day—while dreamily remembering the evening’s interludes. The lingering sting of the switching only seemed to add to the sensation…
And presently Joey emerged, his loose-hanging tee-shirt and jeans as welcome in Serenity’s eyes as Joely’s prim femininity. She felt her smile radiate heat to her freckled face. “Did you enjoy tonight?” she heard herself ask. I know I did…
She saw Joey’s lip sag, his feet shuffle. And certain parts of him express an undeniable opinion… “I think you did,” Serenity cooed pertly. “There are some things boys can’t lie about!”
“Yeah,” Joey blushed, “I liked it.” He tried to find some words. “You’re a great kisser, Serenity.” Saying her name had intoxicated him as long as he could remember…
“So is Joely,” Serenity gushed, prodding a quick consternation into Joey’s eyes. Just Joely?… “I wonder if you are too, Joey?” Saying his name had been Serenity’s favorite intoxicant just as long… “I’d love to find out.” Her eyes sparkled her invitation…
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“Jaden made it over okay,” Cora announced sunnily as she fairly skipped into Serenity’s bedroom to greet a still-fuming Abbie. “He was trying to explain the rope burn to Jimmy when I left.” She was surprised to feel a sour sigh escape her—“And Leslie stayed to talk to him.” The source of the sigh, of course—Jimmy Housely was the one person in the world who could steal Leslie’s affections, even if only slightly, from Cora. And she stayed to talk to him…
“Tmmk mmph gmmg mmt,” Abbie directed through her gag, and the tone of the muffled voice—a tenderness which had displaced Abbie’s anger—convinced Cora to do as Abbie had ordered. First the soccer sock came off from Abbie’s lips, and Abbie herself expelled the thoroughly-sodden blue knickers (to borrow a term from her friend Aisha), licked her lips… “I think it’s okay, Cora,” Abbie reassured her friend as soon as she moistened her mouth enough to speak. “I mean, Joey and Jaden are there. She won’t—I mean…”
“I know she misses him,” Cora murmured, settling into the vanity seat beside the still-kneeling-hogtied Abbie. “I mean…there are certain things, you know, that I can’t…”
“You stop that right now!” Abbie demanded primly, knowing just where Cora’s troubled thoughts were straying. “Leslie loves you and you know that! She’s just trying…” Abbie hesitated, not wanting to admit what Cora already knew. Leslie’s affections were broader than one gender could completely provide…
“I…it’s okay, Abbie,” Cora sighed faintly. “I know she likes him too, she knows I know. And it’s okay, it really is, just as long as she’s…” Cora swallowed the protest which rose again in her heart. “…she’s happy. That’s what’s important.” Leslie had had a tormenting several months, as the narrow, pearly-white scars found on Leslie’s wrists attested…
“You deserve to be happy too,” Abbie pointed out. “You deserve for someone to give you her whole heart, not just half.” She saw Cora’s shoulders sag. She had had this conversation with Cora more than once. “If you untie me,” Abbie winked, trying to inject a little levity into Cora’s dejection, “I can sit and talk with you.” She saw in Cora’s glance a quick spark which Cora immediately doused. But not long enough for Abbie to not notice… “Or, of course, you can just leave me here all tied up for you to undress me with your eyes all night!” Abbie, despite her own perceived flaws (too short and too heavy, neither being true for Jaden or any other boy—or girl, as the case was—who made eyes at the diminutive young woman), knew perfectly well that no few pairs of eyes enjoyed caressing her body as she went through her days in Snowden. Including, at the moment, Cora... “Should I tell Leslie on you?” She saw a perfect storm of consternation boil up in Cora’s brown eyes—“I’m just teasing!” Abbie interjected to cut off Cora’s dismay. “But if Leslie looks around, why can’t you?” Ah, finally you’re starting to get it, Cora Lee Peabody!… “And it’s not as if I can stop you at the moment!” And the teasing twinkle in Abbie’s eyes finally lightened Cora’s mood…
“You’ll be sorry!” Cora finally teased back. Well, as long as Abbie knows I’m…well, anyway…
“Probably!” Abbie sniggered, twisting her bound wrists again. “And besides, Jaden deserves it!” Mostly for putting me in the corner instead of spanking me again like I wanted…
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“Colby!” Tyler hissed as soon as his eyes picked out Colby lounging on the Parker back porch. And, of course, the diminutive feminine figure wriggling against one of the porch columns… “How did you get here?”
“I can drive!” he replied with his own quiet sibilance in reply. “Are you trying to get their dad out here to shoot our asses?” Which induced Colby himself to lower his volume a few more decibels.
“Mmph wmmsh hmm wmmd!” a curt, rumbling female voice complained from the occupied porch column, a voice which could only be—
“Chmmsmm!” Krysten, twisting precariously in Tyler’s grip, cried out angrily. “Bmm kwmummt!” she tried to shush her sister while Tyler, the game clearly up, delicately set Krysten down on her bound feet.
“Ooo bmm kwmummt!” Chelsea retorted angrily, wriggling indignantly against the post. Tyler finally shared a laugh with Colby “Shmmt mmp, oo”—
“Holy crap!” he exclaimed, seeing the time on his cell. “One minute! We gotta get out of here!” A Parker daughter’s boyfriend caught anywhere on Parker property from 11:01 onward was living on borrowed time—Mr. Parker seemed to have an inordinate love of shotguns…
The alacrity with which Tyler managed to untie and un-gag Krysten impressed even him. He even managed to save enough precious seconds to get one quick but passionate kiss from Krysten before he raced off the property—and how the hell did Burns get so far in front of me?…
Krysten allowed herself a deep, immensely pleased sigh. She would have wanted more—ahem!—face time with Tyler, but…well, there’s always tomorrow night, and the curfew’s 11:30 on Saturday… Delicately adjusting her top, she smiled and turned toward the back porch door—
“Krysten—Allyse—Parker!” a screeching woman’s voice cut through Krysten’s thoughts—what? Mom?—“What are you doing to your sister?” Mom!—oh, my god…
“Hmmp mmph, pmmz!” Chelsea, seeing glorious opportunity, squealed toward her mother, casting Mom her best piteously lachrymose gaze. “Kwmstmm hmmt mmph! Pmmz mmtmm mmph!”
“Mom—I—it—this—‘s not what it looks like”—
“Krysten Allyse Parker,” Mrs. Parker growled quietly with a surprisingly malevolent glare in her blue eyes, “if you don’t have your baby sister untied in one minute…I’ll tell your father.” Which dire if vague warning made Krysten’s fingers fly to untie her sneering sister, while Mom strolled back into the kitchen forcibly making herself not laugh out loud. Sisters!…
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### Re: The Family Feud

Post by althalusdavis » Fri Nov 20, 2009 9:34 pm

One of the best stories I have read. You really are a great writer in every way.
I REALLY hope that there is more to this or a "Saturday" version to this story.

### Chapter 20

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Sat Dec 26, 2009 8:46 pm

It has been far too long since I've been here, and far too many calamities that have kept me away! But I do have another chapter of the tale salted away, and now is as good a time as any to post my Chapter 20! Now, to find time to write more chapters...
Charles, you can never tell who's going to end up with what in their mouths, especially overnight on a weekend like the one our Valleyview kids are enjoying...
althalusdavis, many thanks for the kind words! And here's more for you to read and hopefully enjoy!...
20 Long Breaths
“I’ll get you, Chelsea!” Krysten muttered angrily at her sister as they prepared themselves for bed, Chelsea in a comfortable tee and shorts, Krysten in her favorite slightly-too-short pink silk nightie. Chelsea grinned and continued brushing out her long fiery tresses in their shared bathroom. “I don’t know when, and I don’t know how, but I swear I’ll get you for this!”
“ ‘Mommy,’” Chelsea mocked in the piteous tone she had used, savoring the memory of her recent coup, “ ‘Krysten’s hurting me! Make her stop!’ You should have seen how red your face was!” Chelsea chortled. “I wish I could’ve taken a picture!” It was the latest variation on a ploy Chelsea had used on Krysten as long as they had lived…
Krysten poured the very last of her self-control into quietly putting down her own hair brush and pulling her wavy red tresses into a high ponytail. She hated sleeping on her loose hair… “Chelsea Alicia Parker,” she growled as she followed Chelsea out of the bathroom toward their adjoining bedrooms, “you just watch your back if you know what’s good for you! You’re just lucky I didn’t get grounded!” Mostly because their mother had been too amused to punish Krysten for what she in fact had not done…
“Yet!” Chelsea giggled as she disappeared into her bedroom. Ooh, you are so daring me, you little sneak of a…
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Serenity was pleased that Joey knew how to use his lips just as well as Joely did. Same lips, after all…
“Sorry to break you guys up,” Hannah apologized smilingly, interrupting Serenity’s warming reverie, “but I figured you wouldn’t want to get Joey put on restriction for the weekend. Besides,” she winked, “I need the ropes to use on Maggie.”
“They’d look better on Tricia,” Serenity grumbled, having not forgotten Tricia Dwight’s gibes at Joely.
“Are you trying to give me ideas?” Hannah grinned covertly, glancing toward the kitchen where Trish was putting together a snack. “Anyway,” Hannah changed the subject, “I guess you better go find your sisters. Tomorrow’s another whole new day for the game!”
“So where is Jerkface, anyway?” Serenity asked, deciding to do the right thing. Jerkface better appreciate it…
“Probably where Felicity is,” Hannah shrugged. Wherever that is, Serenity mused as she headed for home…
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“Just as I figured,” Felicity snickered at the most recent report. She and Lana had found a quiet spot to talk through their differences in the gazebo above the Morgan household, and were getting regular reports from a pair of spies in their current employ… “I’ll round them up and head home,” she grinned before she switched off the call
“Trish?” Lana inquired, having finished speaking to her cousin just before Felicity’s phone rang.
“No. Actually Maggie,” Lissy replied tiredly, pocketing her cell. “Told me Serenity’s still at her place. She thinks Charity and your sister Lizzie are still at my place.”
“They are,” Lana confirmed. “Trish told me that. Leslie’s over at the Houselys flirting with Jimmy again. The rug rats are doing something down in your basement.”
“That could be interesting,” Lissy grinned. “And I heard Aisha was hanging around too. I wonder what happened to her?”
“I’ll let you know when I go fetch Lizzie.” Lana mused a moment. “I fetch Lizzie more than I’d fetch a dog, you know that?” Felicity knew just what Lana meant; she had rug rat sisters of her own, after all…
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“This is actually kind of fun,” Charity observed to a giggling Lisbeth, who nodded—
“Nnnt fmm’mmph mmt mzzmt!” Aisha squealed through her gag while her two horrid neighbors—hardly friends at the moment in Aisha’s estimation—tickled her bare, bound feet. Charity and Lizzie decided that Charity’s bedroom would be far too comfortable for the evening’s double-agent Aisha—who had helped both Charity and Lizzie abduct the other—so they gleefully dragged an expostulating Aisha to the basement, where she still lay in a tight hogtie while Charity and Lizzie tickled any and all convenient parts of Aisha’s anatomy. The light pink linen shirt and pants she wore offered little protection from probing fingers, and her bare feet were utterly defenseless. “Mmph gmmdmm—mmph gmmdmm”…
“You be quiet, you little turncoat!” Lizzie taunted, taking a moment to push Aisha’s gag a little deeper into her mouth before resuming her exploration of Aisha’s side. Aisha convulsed as Lizzie’s fingertip found a few of her more sensitive nerve endings—“This is what you get for being a double agent!”
“Pmmz!” Aisha squealed, writhing away from Lizzie’s tickling fingers only to find Charity’s tickling fingers probing the bottoms of her feet. Another long, squealing giggle—then a sudden wheeze—“Gmmdmm—gmmdmm”—
“Maybe we better take her gag out,” Charity suggested as Aisha kept wheezing—she gently plucked the gag from Aisha’s lips—Aisha drew in a gratefully long breath while her tormentors drew back their torturous fingers—“Are you okay, Aisha?” Lizzie asked gently—“Can you breathe?” Charity asked in her turn—
“Yes, I can breathe,” Aisha wheezed, grateful to get the socks out of her mouth and the rope taken away from her face.
“So you’re okay now?” Charity asked solicitously.
“No,” Aisha gasped—
“Are you hurt?” Lizzie asked, concerned—“What’s wrong?” Charity peeped—Aisha drew a breath—
“I have to pee!” Aisha squealed desperately. And her captors giggled madly…
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“Look but no touch,” Abbie warned Cora lightly while she wriggled lightly in her kneeling hogtie, which didn’t at all improve Cora’s mood. “Or Jaden will get jealous!”
“Abbie…” Cora mewled softly, “this doesn’t feel right. It’s…well, you know…”
“Embarrassed that I’m watching you undress me with your eyes?” Abbie teased. “Well, that’s what blindfolds are for!” She grinned. “Or you could just let me watch you undress me with your eyes!” And Cora’s fingers quickly found the abandoned soccer sock. “Of course,” Abbie added with just the slightest of winces, “there is a favor you could do me first…”
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“I think they’re about finished Round One,” Trish yawned with a grin as she sank into the beanbag chair between Hannah and Maggie’s bed, sleepy in the dimmed-down half light of the bedroom. She was tired and she was off work the next day from the Cook Pot Restaurant where she waited tables, so her mom had no problem letting her crash at the O’Hara place… “You think it could get any kinkier tomorrow than tonight?” She was, to herself of course, listing things she had learned she could apply to her unofficial fiancé Bobby Martin…
Hannah, lounging on her bed in a loose tank top and fleece pants, shot a quick glance at her sister Maggie at Tricia’s words. Maggie, sleepy in her black oversize tee-shirt nightie, perked up with a sly grin—“Oh, it could,” Hannah replied casually, suppressing a giggle as Maggie stealthily reached under her bed… “Grab one of my old nighties and get ready for bed,” Hannah advised, making sure to keep the snigger out of her voice as Trish wearily complied, plucking a sleek, slightly-used blue-satin number out of Hannah’s top drawer and slumping toward the bathroom…
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The long ringing tinkle from the downstairs bathroom convinced Charity and Lizzie that Aisha would be occupied long enough for them to fetch a quick snack. Peanut butter on crackers would prepare quickly…
Wary of the front door, a tall slim figure slumped through the basement door—heard the tinkle on the porcelain—a swish of water after a momentary silence—“Hey Aisha,” Serenity called wearily as Aisha dragged herself out of the bathroom. “You look half dead!”
“Like yourself,” Aisha tittered weakly as she shuffled into the basement lounge. “Looks like Joey really put you through the wringer, eh?” Serenity was too tired to respond with anything but a tired nod. “No more than I got it from Lisbeth and your sister Charity,” Aisha yawned. “Kept me tied up down here all night, tickled me silly! They wouldn’t even let me pee unless I agreed to let them tie me up again when I was done!” Which prodded a spark on energy into Serenity’s face…
“Little sadists!” Serenity sniggered, then cast a whimsical glance at Aisha. “Think you’d like to”—
“Get a little of my own back?” Aisha interjected, her eyes brightening. “Rather!”
“Good,” Serenity giggled. “Here’s what we’re going to do…”
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Abbie sighed in profound relief as she put herself back together in the Mabrey upstairs bathroom. She giggled a little as she examined the marks on her wrists where the ropes had bound her. It is kind of weird to have Cora undressing me with her eyes, as if she hasn’t already though…but a deal’s a deal. If Cora doesn’t have Leslie to tie up, I’m sure I’ll do for the moment… She slipped out of her sneakers, let her feet luxuriate in the thick plush of the hallway carpet. Well, just so long as Cora only looks…
“I’m surprised you came back!” Cora giggled with tired eyes as Abbie shuffled back into the room. “If I was you, I’d have run all the way home!”
“I promised you,” Abbie smiled, then turned her back to Cora and decorously held her hands behind her back. “Just don’t make it too tight. My wrists are all marked up already.”
“Just a moment,” Cora demurred, taking up the soccer sock and beginning by placing the blindfold over Abbie’s eyes. “This way you can pretend it’s Jaden tying you up.” Which Cora knew well would be much more entertaining to Abbie…
“That’s so considerate of you!” Abbie squeaked with a sleepy smile as Cora knotted off the blindfold and started wrapping rope around Abbie’s willing wrists, gently crossed over each other for Cora’s benefit. “I’ll have to tell Leslie that”—
“She absolutely wouldn’t believe it, Abbie!” an unexpected voice incised wryly into Abbie’s ear—Abbie heard Cora gasp in startled embarrassment—“I’m not sure I do! Are you keeping a few secrets about your sexual orientation from me maybe?” Serenity!—
“I—this—it’s just a—it’s not”—Abbie and Cora stammered over each other—
“Not something Leslie would believe, either,” Serenity sniggered at the scene playing out in her own bedroom. She allowed herself another indulgent snigger. “But hey, while Leslie’s away, Cora will”—
“’Ren!” Cora squeaked, utterly mortified. “It’s not like that!” Not entirely, at least… “I—Leslie—we”—
“It’s okay,” Serenity relented, grinning widely at Cora’s stammering consternation. In a way, of course, Leslie has it coming to her… “At least as long as you help me with a little trick I’m playing on Jerkface and Lizzie Morgan.” She tilted her head at Abbie and Cora’s confusion. “That’s the least you can do for me for not spilling your sordid little secrets to Leslie and Jaden!” It was the tone of Serenity’s voice much more than her words which allowed Abbie and Cora to laugh at Serenity’s levity—and agree to help with her plan…
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### Re: The Family Feud

Post by dex » Sun Jan 24, 2010 2:49 pm

yet another incredible story,hoooray. Thank you.
Being bisexual is the worst of any world because you don't really belong anywhere, because you are never sure of yourself or those around you. You can't trust in anyone, their motives or their intentions. And because of that, you have no true identity.

### Re: The Family Feud

Post by MrJones » Mon Jan 25, 2010 6:34 pm

Well, this is certainly a different side of the Snoops than we see over at GDIT! Interesting story, Mr. M, and I hope you do find time to continue it. I'll have to check out your other stories here.

### Chapter 21

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:26 pm

Charles, dex, thanks for the compliments! Hopefully, the new chapter will be enjoyable for you! And MrJones, the Snoops aren't all about sleuthing--all work and no play makes Jill a dull girl, after all...
And with that, the evening's festivities have reached "The Witching Hour," when all sorts of strange things can happen. Read and enjoy!...
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21 Witching Hour
Aisha was laughing so hard into her hand that her big deep-brown eyes were watering profusely. “I bet they’ve even forgotten I’m down here!” she chortled—
“Not so loud!” Serenity shushed her young friend. “You don’t want them to suspect anything! So,” she glanced at an almost equally-amused Abbie and Cora, “you guys know what to do?”
“Yes, we know!” Abbie hissed quietly. “We have to get ready before Charity and Lizzie come down, you know!”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Serenity admitted, and three young ladies took up their positions. Aisha only had to sit in the middle of the room…
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Hannah O’Hara, Trish mused as she slumped back toward Hannah and Maggie’s bedroom, has nice taste in clothes! But shouldn’t this thing be too long on me?… Trish’s idle musings led her into the sought-after bedroom, fully expecting to find Hannah and Maggie as they had been—
“Hey! Where’d everybody go?” she blurted upon seeing an empty bedroom—uh oh—
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The widely-held belief that Ted Parker could be found cleaning his shotgun any time a boyfriend of one of his two daughters arrived was mostly Snowden urban legend, but even though the legend was more rumor than truth, he certainly didn’t mind keeping it up. Kept the filthy-minded boys on a bit of a leash…
He ascended from his basement shop to the bedroom in time to see his wife Diane lounging comfortably in the connubial bed under a thin sheet, idly surfing channels on their TV. Have to put a stop to that, Ted smiled…
“Girls home on time?” he asked, knowing the answer perfectly well. The basement windows commanded a view of the backyard, after all…
“Barely,” Diane smiled languidly. “Last minute as always. Girls will be girls.” Especially Krysten and Chelsea…
“And boys will be boys,” Ted muttered, catching Diane’s eye. At which he suddenly smiled and reached into the back pocket of his jeans—“And I’m a boy, too,” he grinned, enjoying the sudden goggling of his wife’s eyes…
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“Here they come!” Aisha of the sensitive ears urged, shushing Serenity, Abbie, and Cora—
And indeed, Charity and Lizzie skipped nonchalantly down the Mabrey family stairs, chattering idly—
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Tricia was fairly strong for her five-foot four-inch size, but her two substantially-taller friends Hannah and Maggie were also strong, and had the element of surprise working for them. Such that in an instant, Trish had been seized and bodily hauled to Maggie’s bed, where she was hurled face-down—
“Hey wait a minute!” Trish squealed as soon as she caught a breath beneath Hannah and Maggie’s assault—“What do you think yoummph dmmngg!” Maggie’s long quick fingers had deftly pushed a cloth between Tricia’s lips while Trish struggled against Hannah’s grip pinioning her arms behind her back—before Trish could try to expel the invading fabric, Maggie quickly slathered several strips of duct tape over her lips while Hannah busied herself binding Tricia’s wrists behind her back—then Trish’s sensitive taste buds detected a flavor while detecting a certain texture to the fabric—“Mmmmmwww!” she squealed in disgusted dismay—
“Don’t give me that look!” Maggie disdained at Tricia’s expression. “At least they’re clean panties! Hannah wanted to use your own, you know!” The disgust on Trish’s face was precious, both O’Hara sisters agreed—
“Hey,” Hannah giggled, finishing the knots in the silky bathrobe belt which bound Tricia’s wrists crossed behind her, “if you come hang out when there’s tie-up games going on, you have to expect to get tied yourself, Trish! Besides,” she winked, “we’re going to make it worth your while! Well, maybe not your while, but”—and Trish goggled as Maggie picked her expensive digital camera up from her nightstand…
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Diane smiled up at her wrists, gently but firmly tied to opposite corners of the bed’s headboard. My, but he is naughty!… “You fiend!” she expostulated with a giggle. “What do you intend to do with me, you villain!” His expression—and the haste with which he was disrobing—seemed to promise a delectable answer—
“Make you mine, you helpless minx!” Ted Parker growled in his best stage-villain voice as he quickly stepped out of his jeans—moved toward the bed—not noticing his foot still caught in his abandoned clothes—
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They had decided to pair off. Abbie and Cora took Abbie’s cousin Lizzie, Serenity and Aisha concentrated on Serenity’s sister Charity—
And neither girl, encumbered with snacks and distracted by their own chatter, stood a chance against their sudden attackers. Abbie, despite her small stature, was physically strong enough to bodily carry her cousin to the sofa, where she and Cora immediately fell on her prone body. Abbie’s portion of rope was quickly spun around Lizzie’s wrists, which Abbie had pinned palms-together behind her back; Cora contented herself with binding Lizzie’s pressed-together ankles. As for Charity, she had enough strength in her small frame to nearly overwhelm Serenity’s attack, but Aisha’s assistance was too much for her; soon enough, Charity too found herself bound hand and foot like Lizzie, her wrists crossed and tied behind her back and her ankles crossed and bound as well. Now it was time to play…
Abbie knew full well how much Lizzie was disgusted by her sister Leslie’s romance with Cora, and could see that Lizzie’s disapprobation was made only the worse by having been tied up with the help of none other than the very Cora Peabody she so disliked. So Abbie cast a whimsical glance at an unsuspecting Cora—“So,” Abbie twinkled at her friend, “is tying up Lizzie as much fun as tying up Leslie? You sure look like you enjoyed it!” Cora was startled into a tongue-tied stammer at the unexpected remark—
But the target of the gibe was Lizzie, who immediately rose to Abbie’s bait. “You—you liked—liked tying me…eeeeeeewwwww!” she squealed in revulsion, wriggling away from a red-faced Cora as far and as quickly as her bound limbs would allow. “You’re…you’re sickening, Cora! You sick little lezzie, I ought to just tmmph! Hmmmmm!” she choked as Abbie stuffed a hanky hastily scrounged from the laundry room between Lizzie’s lips—“Ooo mmtmm mmph!, oo hmm?” she yelled through her gag—quickly sealed with a pair of tights tied through her mouth—as she writhed against her bonds while Cora stammered red-faced above her…
The exchange on the sofa above her stilled Charity’s struggles. She had been so bemused by the little drama playing out between Lizzie and Cora that she offered no resistance as she was similarly gagged, a hanky sealed in her mouth by yet another pair of tights. “You’re right,” Serenity grimaced at the expression on Charity’s face, “there are times Lizzie needs her mouth stuffed!” The smirk in Charity’s blue eyes betokened agreement with her sisterly captor—“Lizzie, you have no idea what ‘sickening’ is! Your attitude is more sickening than anything Cora Lee has ever done!” But even as Serenity vociferously defended her friend, she saw a storm brewing in Cora’s brown eyes…
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Trish was mortified to be the object of a series of quick shots from Maggie’s camera. Until Maggie sniggered… “You know, Bobby is so going to love these piccies! Of course, he’ll probably have to change his sheets in the morning after seeing them!” Oh my God, Trish gasped to herself—these are for Bobby?…and she cocked a glinting brown eye up at her captors…
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Ted didn’t know what had hit him. In point of fact, it was the corner of the bed’s footboard which had collided with his falling head, knocking him perfectly senseless—in an instant, he collapsed in a heap at his wife’s helpless side—with a dizzy groan, he tried to rise—flopped prone beside the bed with a mewl of splitting agony…
Now what do I do, Diane dithered as she pulled against the bonds securing her wrists to the headboard…
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### Chapter 22

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Thu Apr 29, 2010 5:51 pm

Well, Aielen, I would point out that Trish is eighteen...anyhow, I found another chapter, if anyone still cares to follow the games...
22 Sticky Situations
“Work it, babe!” Maggie chortled at Tricia as their impromptu prisoner wriggled on the bed. She was still prone on the bed, face-down on the mattress, which allowed her to languidly, humidly, kick her tied legs and twist her bound wrists. And she knew perfectly well that her present position on the bed made the most of a backside which Bobby enjoyed fondling whenever the opportunity presented itself. Trish was far from the most slender young lady in Snowden, and she often compared her own bottom disparagingly to her friends’ as a “fat tub of lard,” but for some reason she had never yet been able to fathom—from the first compliment Bobby Martin had paid her the first day he saw her in the Snowden Middle sixth grade all the way to that interesting night—her unofficial fiancé had always thoroughly enjoyed it. Not to mention being hardly able to keep his hands off it… So despite her own opinion of her own derriere, she made sure that her wriggling accentuated that “tub of lard” which Bobby so seemed to enjoy…
Even as Tricia “worked it” for her fiancé’s enjoyment, her impish face gazed at Maggie quizzically. “Wmmd mmbmmt oo?” Trish queried Maggie through her tape-gag—
“Already have,” Maggie snickered, understanding Tricia’s “What about you?” as clearly as if Trish hadn’t been gagged at all. Having been bound and gagged at the hands of various bad guys during their Snooping years, the girls had gotten little short of miraculous in their ability to understand gag-talk… “Chris likes me spreadeagled, though. We figured Bobby would like something that, ah…accentuates your assets,” Maggie tittered. She followed Trish’s mischievous brown eyes—“Oh, don’t worry,” Maggie smiled, “we’ll give you a chance to work them, too!” At which Trish literally giggled through her gag…
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Diane Parker was in a distinct quandary. Ted was clearly hurt—could even have a concussion—but calling for help—as far as she could call for help at all—meant bringing in someone who would be able to see her in about the most embarrassing position she’d ever been in her life. How exactly do I explain being tied to me bed with my husband knocked out on the floor? And just who would I want to have to explain it to?…
But even where she lay on the bed, she could see a distinct knot forming on Ted’s forehead, and she knew that no mater how embarrassing it would be to her, she had to get help—from the only source available…
“Help! Help me!” My luck and they’re both asleep already…
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Cora could stand no more than a few seconds of Lizzie’s accusing stare before she bolted from the basement rec room upstairs, where she huddled on the Mabrey sofa in a storm of self-accusation. She tried to explain away the feelings she had while she’d bound and gagged Lizzie, but in the end it came to the same thing; she had enjoyed tying up her girlfriend’s little sister! So awash in shuddering guilt, Cora sat silent on the sofa condemning herself—
“Come on, Cora,” Serenity’s voice interjected with the strangely incisive gentleness which was characteristic of Serenity Mabrey, “it’s not that bad, you know. It’s not like you molested her or something! You just tied her up and gagged her. That’s been sort of going around tonight, you know!”
“It’s not that simple!” Cora whimpered, curling up even deeper into herself. Geez, Serenity grumbled to herself as she sat herself solicitously beside her friend, Cora and that stupid conscience of hers!…
“What’s not that simple?’ Serenity protested. “It’s a game, Cora Lee! It’s all in fun! Oh, I know it’s supposed to be all about this contest or something, but nobody really believes that. Heck, Lizzie and Jerkface even teamed up on Aisha, and she’s not even supposed to be playing! They’re supposed to be trying to capture each other instead of Aisha! But hey, it’s all just for fun—why not enjoy yourself?”
“But”—
“And yes, that even means enjoying tying Abbie up, Cora Lee, and I know you did!” Cora started to protest—“And Abbie did too, you know! Oh, she was probably fantasizing about it being Jaden tying her up, but as long as you enjoy it, what’s the problem?” Serenity giggled a moment. “And you can’t tell me you wouldn’t have enjoyed seeing Joey tie me up, either! You probably would have helped him! And don’t even tell me you wouldn’t, Cora Lee!”
“But Leslie’s little sister!” Cora stammered—
“Oh for…Cora, you see how much Leslie and Lizzie look alike! If you’re turned on tying up Leslie, why wouldn’t you be turned on tying up Lizzie? Anyway, they’re only two years apart, you know! It’s not like she’s a little kid! And it’s not like you’re going to start going out with Lizzie or Abbie, are you?” She caught a glimmer of uncertainty in Cora’s troubled eyes—“Or me. It’s just all in fun, so give your conscience a rest and enjoy yourself!”
Cora was still dubious, but slowly enticed. “So…” she hesitated, her eyes starting to glimmer again, “…if it’s just for fun…you wouldn’t mind…well, if I…tied you up, then?”
Okay, so what have I gotten myself into here?… But Serenity mused for a moment, pink faced. Then glanced at Cora… “Well,” she smiled, “at least let me change before you capture me!” Which didn’t stop Cora’s consternation, but clearly pleased her at some level…
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Tricia was on her knees beside the bed now, still bound hand and foot. She wriggled as she had before, while Hannah now circled her with the camera. Now it was time for video… Trish purred through her taped lips, batting her eyes at the camera while she twisted her bound arms behind her, pulling her elbows close. Which accentuated another asset…
While it was a mystery to Tricia Dwight why Bobby so liked her bottom, there was no mystery to his frank enjoyment of her top. While she was only five-four, with still a veneer of baby fat on her frame despite her eighteen years, her bosom—except perhaps for her cherubic, pixie-ish apple-cheeked face, undoubtedly her best feature—was full and ripe; she filled up the most generous C-cup bra with plump firmness. Even in nothing but the nightie, her chest stood full and proud in the camera lens, and she knew Bobby—once he got the video—would have a very hard time controlling himself…
She knew she looked delectable to Bobby. A wiggling butt, bouncing boobs, and considering all the times he’s threatened to stick a gag in my mouth if I didn’t shut up…and she had another idea to make the session even more perfect for him—and cried out through the tape to stop the video…
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Chelsea Parker took great pride in the fact that her bark—with boyfriends, rivals, anyone who irritated her—was in fact much worse than her bite, especially as concerned her new boyfriend Colby Burns. Sure, she would be irritable and short with him while he and Tyler Dwight were playing their sick games with her and her sister Krysten, but that was as much to conceal her thorough enjoyment of the affair as it was a matter of her temper. And now, watching the pictures Colby had already sent her via his camera-phone, she readily agreed that she made a pretty fair kidnap victim, especially while tied to the porch post on her own back porch—
But her enjoyment was cut short at her mother’s screamed-out “Help!”. She raced out of the room (careful still to close her browser window) only to run into a Krysten also shocked from a reverie—they ran to their parents’ bedroom—
Krysten’s first image was of Dad lying writhing in pain on the floor. Chelsea’s first image was of the other person in the room…
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Cora Lee Peabody’s eyes were naturally large and liquid, shiny dark brown eyes which seemed to radiate soulfulness. And when Serenity Mabrey emerged from her bedroom, down the hall into the living room where Cora still sat curled up on the sofa, those already-big eyes popped out to dinner-plate size—
“You like?” Serenity giggled, doing a little runway turn in the living room archway. I know you do, Cora Lee—you can’t fool me!…
Which Cora, staring stunned at a Serenity in nothing but a silky white nightie which fell not a third of the way down her long coltish thighs and hung in the thinnest of straps over her shoulders, acknowledged with a dropped-open mouth and an audible gasp. Serenity tossed her glossy, shoulder-length raven hair—cast a flirtatiously demure glance with her gray-green eyes—
To a stammering nod from Cora. As if you could hide it, you crazy lesbian you, Serenity giggled again… To Cora’s agog stare, Serenity sauntered over to Cora—
Dropping a hank of rope into Cora’s hands and placing herself on her knees, her back to Cora, then clasping her hands behind her back. She could hear Cora trying to breathe…
“Well,” Serenity still giggled, “I’m your prisoner, Cora Lee. You’d better tie me up tight before I run away!” And Cora nearly fell out of the sofa…
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Eventually, Hannah and Maggie understood that Trish wanted her gag out. Dubiously, they complied with Tricia’s obvious request. Tricia licked her lips—
“I need a nicer gag,” she declared, obviously enjoying her plight for the sake of its intended audience. “Tape works if you’re just a kidnapper, but Bobby would want to be able to see my mouth.”
“Well,” Hannah offered, “we can use some of Mom’s silk scarves. Knot it up and use it for a gag. And maybe we should touch up your makeup too. If we’re making a bondage video for your boyfriend, we might as well do it right!” Tricia readily agreed…
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Krysten had hardly seen her mother before rushing to her dad, solicitously asking after his condition and relieved to find him still lucid, if in a great deal of pain. Chelsea, on the other hand…
“Hel-lo, Mom!” she sniggered, goggling at the sight of Mom tied to her bed. “So this is what you and Dad do when we’re asleep? Get all kinky? I’m surprised we don’t have a few more siblings!” She suppressed a wild laugh—“ ‘Let me tell you about the night you were conceived!’ So, Mom, was it like this the night I was conceived?” It sure would explain a few things… “Or Krys?”
As Mom stammered and Krysten, having helped Dad make it to the bathroom finally able to see the whole scene, goggled, Chelsea knew she had Mom thoroughly over a barrel, so to speak…
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“Is that too tight?” Cora peeped as she knotted the rope around Serenity’s slender wrists, trying hard to keep her racing pulse from overwhelming her. Her hands were shaking as she tried to tie Serenity’s hands…
“Not hardly!” Serenity sniggered. “Joey ties me up tighter, and I can always get loose from him! Don’t be so nervous, Cora—just tie me up tight and enjoy it! It’s not like I’m going to fight you or anything!”
With a sigh, Cora undid the ropes and, resetting Serenity’s wrists crossed over each other, again wrapped the rope around her wrists, nervously tightening them. A few more loops—a few more—now, to tie the knot where she can’t get at it… Cora felt her heart pounding, her hands trembling, her body electric as she bound Serenity’s hands behind her back. Serenity is so beautiful…
“That’s better,” Serenity smiled as she tested her bonds. “It’s more fun if you can’t get loose right away. Makes you feel more helpless.” She turned on her knees, and saw that her friend’s face was wide and pink with excitement. “So,” Serenity teased with another flirty smile, “you like having me your helpless prisoner?” Cora started to stammer and nod—
“Come on, guys!” they heard Abbie’s voice call out from downstairs—“What are you two doing?” Suddenly, both Cora and Serenity were all red-faced stammers—“Yes,” Aisha’s Hermione-Granger voice added insistently, “what are you two on about?” And they heard Aisha’s light footfalls running up the basement stairs—
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