Susie H – Giving Thanks (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Sat Jan 11, 2014 6:39 pm

One summer when I was about ten years old our family moved from one end of our street to the other. We were renting and our landlord wanted to switch houses. It was a good deal for us, the new place was much larger for a family with four kids. During the move I made a new friend, the landlord’s son Norman.

The next spring Norman’s family moved again to a farm in a small community only a thirty minute drive from my town. Norm and I managed to stay in touch thanks to his dad. He still worked in town, only a ten minute walk from my house. I would meet him after work on Friday, spend the weekend at the farm and then he would return me on Monday morning when he returned to work.

The farm was a fixer upper and Norm and I pitched and helped his dad with the repairs. It was such a novelty that it hardly seemed like work. I soon got used to the fact that there was very little playing when visiting, we worked hard, ate well and were so tired in the evening that we lucky to get through a movie without falling asleep. Norm’s mum loved her movies and rented a video tape every night (no DVD’s in those days).

When I was invited at Thanksgiving I packed my old clothes and work gloves as usual but when I arrived at the farm I was pleasantly surprised to find out it was a no-work weekend. On Friday evening, after feeding the animals, Norm and I had the night to ourselves to bike ride, read comics and generally goof off. Saturday we gave his mum a hand in the kitchen for a few hours in the morning and then were able to play the rest of the day. I didn’t question why we helped to prepare such a huge amount of food but found out on Sunday what it was for.

After Sunday breakfast we cleared off the dirty dishes and Norm’s mum put out the good table cloth. Norm and I started piling on platters of veggies and dip, cookies and squares, slices of cake, fresh fruit and other delicacies. Shortly before noon the vehicles started to pull up. Car after car of people in their Sunday best unloaded. Unknown to me it was a holiday tradition that friends and relatives went straight from church to this huge get together hosted by Norm’s parents. Norm and I met people at the door and took their coats to pile up on the bed in his parents room. No one took off their shoes, Norm’s dad would bellow ‘It’s a bloody farm, the floors are filthy!’ His mom who had been cleaning for hours would just roll her eyes.

I didn’t know any of the people arriving until the Hughes family came in. First through the door were mum and dad who I didn’t know but right behind them was their son, Ernie. He was two years older than me but I knew him by reputation. He was bad news, always in trouble at school, always getting into fights after school. Rumor had it that he and his dad once squared off toe to toe and slugged it out. It would be a good idea to stay away from him. Norm took his coat and I waited for the next one. Up next was a pleasant surprise, his sister Susie.

I didn’t know he had a sister, and even though they lived only a few blocks from me I had never set eyes on her before. Well my eyes were quite set now. She was very pretty, had long blond hair and looked to be about my age. When she peeled off her coat I almost forgot to take it from her; I was transfixed by the revelation that a girl my age could actually have breasts that size. When I snapped out of my moment of discovery I took her coat from her. She walked past me and into the kitchen. As she went by my stare shifted from her frontage to what were possibly the tightest jeans I had ever seen. I was mesmerized with her wiggle as she strutted away until she turned around and my poor overloaded brain snapped back to normal. She walked back to me, took a book out of the pocket of the coat draped over my arm and then disappeared into the crowd.

The stream of people continued for another half hour and when Norm’s mom finally told us we were done at the door I figure there must have been forty visitors in the house. (The Hughes kids, Norm and I were the only children.) Norm and I spent the next few hours giving tours of the farm. Between tours we ducked into the house to grab a few snacks. I hadn’t seen Ernie since he arrived which was a good thing but I hadn’t seen Susie either which disappointed me.

On one of our food raids Ernie suddenly came up behind us and said ‘Come see this’. He headed for the hallway that exited the kitchen towards the bedrooms. Norm and I followed not knowing what to expect. The first bedroom on the left was the guest room where I slept. Inside to the left of the door was a bed running along the wall. A second bed was against the opposite wall and a dresser was to the right of the door. Ernie closed the door, climbed over the bed on the left, pushed it out from the wall, slid down behind it and motioned for us to join him. We scrambled over. He looked at us and said ‘Just wait and be quiet.’

The door started to open and we ducked down. In came Susie. She picked up her book from the top of the dresser, laid front down on the other bed, propped up on her elbows and started to read. She lay facing away from us; when I peeked up all I could see were the soles of her feet, her rear end tightly packed in denim and the long blond hair. Tommy silently crept up onto the bed, launched himself through the air and landed on top of her. To my total amazement he pulled a piece of rope out of his pocket and started tying her hands behind her back. When she started to cuss him he shoved her face into the bed and ordered her to be quiet. He finished with her hands and then pulled out a few rags which didn’t look too clean to me. He roughly stuffed one into her mouth and tied the other around her head to hold it in.

He jumped off of the bed and pulled her to her feet. He had her by one arm and opened the door a crack. He looked out both ways and then opened the door wide and hauled her out, turning left down the hall away from the kitchen. At the far end was another hallway that turned to the right and went to an attached garage. We followed as he dragged her struggling body down the hall and around the corner. By the time we turned the corner he already had her seated in an old kitchen chair. (I had been down that hall many times and had never seen a chair there). He pulled another rope out of his pocket and tied one ankle to the leg of the chair. He then changed sides and did the same to the other leg. Those pants of his must have been magic (I need pants like that) because he pulled out another pair of ropes and tied her elbows to the back of the chair.

He obviously had this well planned, the ropes, the gag, the chair; everything was in place and ready. He stood aside and said ‘What do you think?’(I couldn’t say what I was thinking.) She was breathing hard and her chest was heaving and my new found hormones were raging. This was her brother, and a potentially dangerous one at that, so I kept my thoughts to myself. As she struggled my mouth seemed suddenly dry and I don’t know that I could have spoken even if I tried. Norm, who still seemed to be immune to female anatomy, said ‘Cool’ and that was all.

Ernie shot past us saying ‘Let’s get out of here’ and headed back down the hall. At that moment I couldn’t possibly think of anywhere else I wanted to go but the thought of him coming back for me didn’t thrill me. Norm didn’t hesitate but I took one more glance at her twisting in the chair and then followed. When Norm and I reached the kitchen we saw the back of Ernie vanish out of the door with a fistful of cookies.

Norm started to pick at the munchies but I couldn’t eat. I wanted so much to go back down the hall but there were two problems. First of all Ernie could return and take offense to me checking out his sister. And secondly and maybe even worse, if I were to turn that corner she might expect me to let her go and that’s the last thing I wanted to do. I had to be content with what I had seen which was an image that was burnt into my brain.

I don’t know if Ernie went back to free her or if she managed to escape on her own. When we lined up buffet style to fill our plates for supper she was going down the other side of the table opposite me. When we passed she reached for the potatoes and I could see the rope marks on her wrist. I continued to keep an eye on her and when her plate was full she returned to the bedroom and closed the door. I glanced at Ernie, he had also been watching her; but he stayed at his mother’s side. Judging from his body language it wasn’t by choice; Susie had probably squealed on him. He may have been tough enough to challenge his dad but he obviously wasn’t going to mess with his mom.

That was one of my last visits to the farm. Norman was in a new community and soon made other friends at school. By Christmas I never heard from him again. It left me wondering if what I had witnessed would become another holiday tradition; one that I would dearly miss.

Re: Susie H – Giving Thanks (M/F)

Postby viking » Sun Jan 12, 2014 2:12 am

interesting story, but the way Ernie treated his sister was a little awful in my opinion. kinda makes me hope he got what he deserved afterwards.
but the actual story was great and i like how you took time to explain the details around everything, it makes it a lot easier to imagine what happened.

keep up the good work
cheers
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Susie H – Giving Thanks (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Sun Jan 12, 2014 5:04 am

It's an absolutely true story and every detail is as clear in my mind as the day it happened. There must have been some history between Ernie and Susie that Norm and I weren't aware of but it still doesn't justify what he did to her. Not a proper TUG in the fun sense that we all hope to achieve.

At the time I was too young and too new to TUG's to get a lesson from it but I eventually realized that when one participant is totally unwilling it really defeats the purpose of why we do this. When it's all over both people should be able to look back on it as friends had say that they enjoyed it.

LordNelson

Re: Susie H – Giving Thanks (M/F)

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Sun Jan 12, 2014 8:20 am

LOVE how Susie was SWIFTLY captured!
Any recollection of what TOP she was wearing
(you ONLY mention her "jeans")?

Re: Susie H – Giving Thanks (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Sun Jan 12, 2014 12:48 pm

I honestly don't remember but later I went to high school with her and she almost always wore tight white t-shirts. No logos or slogans, just plain white. She looked good in them. In grade ten biology class we once had a water fight using the sinks and rubber tubing in the science lab. She fought as hard as any of us but when she realized that her wet shirt was transparent she ran out of the classroom. We had all had a good look by then.

LordNelson

Re: Susie H – Giving Thanks (M/F)

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Sun Jan 12, 2014 4:40 pm

Thanks for the response!