Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Story Finished

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Sep 27, 2011 6:55 pm

I had not planned of posting this story so soon after posting the conclusion to Maggie, but because of the upgrade, I was unable to post the conclusion of the story sooner than I had planned.
This was Betty’s second time, and the first one that’s not forbidden in our games. Hope you like it.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Part I

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Sep 27, 2011 6:56 pm

Anyway, I already posted the conclusion to my story Maggie. It's located at the archives section! Or just click this link. viewtopic.php?f=39&t=11023. Check it out!!

Winter 1966-1967

Betty

Part I

Plans and Traps


In the last story, Maggie (9) was finally subjected to the ropes without fear of being caught and scolded by my parents. It was a game that was turned into a regular game by my brothers and saw the return to tie-up games of the twins, Chester (10) and Jay (10). It even got Nancy (9) involved, though she wasn’t part of either team.

No one expected Betty to be tied up exactly at her birthday, for it would happen on the first Wednesday of February, and it was almost unheard of to have tie-up games on weekdays. It was frowned upon by our parents, but not forbidden exactly, and even if it were not, we preferred to watch TV or play other games, if we’re not studying. And the birthday celebration and gift giving in fact happened on Saturday after her birthday, although her class, I was informed, sang a happy birthday to her on her exact birthday.

However, the fact that no one was expecting a tie-up game encouraged me to make my plans. I actually had figured it out. I’d get my younger brother Barney (7) to call her up to his room to supposedly help him with his homework, but I’ll wait instead and jump her when she comes in. I’m a bigger than Betty, older, and Barney would gladly help in subduing his big sister.

Of course, once again, such plans were upended by Angela (10), Betty’s best friend.

Wednesday could not have come sooner, and once the day began, I can’t wait for school to be over so that I could implement my plan. I looked impatiently at the clock at school, wanting the school day to be over. In my mind, I repeated the scenario over and over again. It could not fail. Or so I hoped.

I raced home after we were dismissed. I knew from habit that my younger brothers always comes home before me, and that my sister usually comes home an hour after that. I usually come home later than that, with my brother or with Henry (8), Angela’s younger brother. She’d be surprised to see me home so early and so I’d have her at least an hour to myself, all tied up.

As expected, I saw Barney at home when I reached it, but to my dismay, he was leaving. Since he was a vital part of my plans, I needed to know why.

“Where are you going?” I asked him.

“To Henry’s,” he replied.

“What for?” I asked.

“Henry said that he’s gonna help Angie get Betty. Betty and Maggie will come to Angela’s home after school like they sometimes do, and that’s when we’ll tie her up. Maggie already knows it and agreed to get Betty to come to Angela’s house. I’m going to go there and watch the show,” my brother explained rapidly, eager to go and get a piece of the action.

Damn it! There goes my plans. Now I can’t have my sister to myself. I decided to go with him and join Angela. With luck, I can participate in the tying up. If not, I least I can watch.

“I’ll go with you. I won’t miss this for the world. Just wait for me and I’ll put my bags in,” I said to my little brother.

“Just be quick about it,” my little brother replied.

I quickly went in, ran up to my room, deposited my bag on the floor, and hurried back out where my little brother was waiting. We both walked to Angela and Henry’s house, and rang the doorbell. Henry, who we later learned had just himself arrived from school, quickly let us in. We hung our thick coats and jackets at the coat rack besides the door and went to Henry’s room where he briefed us on the situation.

“What are you doing? We don’t need any help in getting Betty!” Henry stated, almost offended by our presence.

“She’s our sister! We have a right to tie her up more than you and your sister have!” Barney replied.

“Well, this is our house,” Henry shot back.

“Don’t worry. We’ll just watch,” I assured, not wanting to have a shouting house at his house and get kicked out and miss out of the fun.

“So you won’t interfere?” Henry asked.

“No, I won’t,” I answered.

“Okay then. That’s cool.”

“So what’s the plan?” I asked Henry.

“Well, in a few minutes or so, Betty, Maggie and Angela will arrive. They will all go to Angie’s room, and there, we’ll tie them up. I’ll hide there, and when they enter, I’ll jump Betty to surprise her. Then, Maggie and Angie will tie her up.”

“Could we hide with you? We can jump my sister all together,” Barney suggested.

“No. Unless I can’t handle her,” Henry insisted.

I deferred to our host. After all, this was his house.

So it was decided. We waited for them to arrive by preparing the tie-up materials that we would need for my sister’s captivity. Henry opened his drawers and took some lengths of soft white rope, a couple of handkerchiefs, and a roll of duct tape. To tell you the truth, the amount of rope that he took was too much for one person, and the fact that I knew that Angela had her own stash at her room, meant that they were overprepared. Still, better to be safe than sorry, I told myself.

We entered Angela’s room, and placed the ropes under her bed. Henry directed us to hide behind the bed so we will not be visible to whoever enters the room, and he himself hid behind the door. Well, we didn’t exactly hide until we were sure they were coming up.

In fact, the girls took so long to go to Angela’s house that we almost thought that Betty figured it out and stayed away. In fact, they just went home later than usual. Fortunately, there was no one else in the house—Angela and Henry’s parents would not be home until about six. They arrived later. They talked so loudly downstairs that we were able to hear them from upstairs in Angela’s room. They spent a considerable amount of time in the living room that we were beginning to think that they won’t come up at all.

At last, we heard the footsteps on the stairs that we had long been waiting for. We can hear the girls chatter as loud and as unceasing as birds, and we braced ourselves. Henry to grab my sister, and Barney and I merely to watch.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty

Postby viking » Wed Sep 28, 2011 4:40 am

nice start. by the looks of it, anything could happen next :D

also liked the conclusion of your previous story with maggie. and you where right, i did get surprised.
i never saw it coming that after nancy shot you with the water pistol she would demand for you to tie her up instead :lol:
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty

Postby TUfriend » Wed Sep 28, 2011 12:11 pm

This is a great post to start off the new True Stories section.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty

Postby Curt » Wed Sep 28, 2011 6:20 pm

Taking me back to my childhood! Delightful!
Curt

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty

Postby lonewolfandfriends » Wed Sep 28, 2011 7:10 pm

Curt wrote:Taking me back to my childhood! Delightful!
Curt


Ha that's good to here please continue

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Sep 28, 2011 7:11 pm

Great start! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Part II

Postby Tom Ford » Fri Sep 30, 2011 8:27 pm

To viking, thanks. The conclusion to the last story was unexpected, wasn't it? To TUfriend, thanks. I guess I was lucky I posted the first story. Actually, that was one reason I posted Part I sooner than I would. I'd be the first. To Curt, yes, writing these stories is a pleasure because it takes me back when I was young. I actually remembered more things as I wrote these stories than just reminiscing it. To Lonewolf, thank you for the comments in this story, and in my last story. To sarumansauron, thanks again for your comments on this story and chapter.

Winter 1966-67

Betty

Part II

Betty’s Birthday Surprise
(f/f)


We waited as the footsteps and the chatter of the girls grew louder.

We peeked at the door and ducked as we saw the knob get twisted. There were a couple of footsteps, then a shriek from my sister, and we immediately stood up and revealed ourselves, not because we wanted to surprise them, but because we wanted to see the action.

There were actually four girls. There was my sister Betty and my cousin Maggie (9), Angela (10) and Louise (9), my classmate and friend, and Angela’s best friend. They were wearing thick coats and jackets when they walked home, and they left it in the coat rack downstairs. All were wearing dresses as was required by public schools in our town back then. Angela was wearing plaid, while Louise was wearing one with dark blue. Maggie was wearing pink, while Betty dark green. The dresses were a bit long, as the dress code required, all reaching to the calves, halfway between the ankles and knees. Since it was winter, they wore thick tights that hid their legs, and also boots that kept their feet dry on the snow (however, they removed their boots downstairs, and were walking on their tights or thick socks on the floor). (This description should be taken with a grain of salt. I knew what they wore to school because they always wore them during school, but as for the colors, I didn’t record it in my diary, so I had to rely on memory. So I might be wrong there.)

Betty was standing, but was in a bearhug from behind by Henry. Angela, Louise and Maggie, as well Betty actually shrieked when the saw Barney and I appear from behind the bed.

“Thomas! Barney!” Angela shouted. “What are you doing here?”

“Happy birthday, little sister!” I quickly offered.

“Hey, aren’t you going to tie her up,” Henry, who was getting bored holding my sister, suggested.

“Never mind,” Angela said as she went and opened her drawer and took her own stash of rope out and threw it to Louise and Maggie. “Could you untangle that?” she asked as she also put on the table besides her drawer a roll of duct tape and different sized handkerchiefs.

“I knew it! I knew it!” Betty reacted, but didn’t attempt to pry free from Henry’s grip. “Could you please let me go Henry? I won’t try to run away, and I’ll let you tie me up.”

Henry looked at Angela. “Angela?”

“Let her go,” said Angela. “Just sit right there on the bed while we untangle these pieces of rope, okay?”

“Okay,” Betty said as Henry let her go and my sister sat at the bed. She was joined by Maggie, my cousin, and Louise and they began to chat.

I haven’t greeted my sister on her birthday, so I took the opportunity. “Happy birthday,” I shouted.

“Gee. Thanks. Great present!” she said, somewhat sarcastically. “I thought I’d only get it Friday afternoon!”

“We all know you’d love it,” I replied.

“Yeah! You’re the only of us exempted from the ropes! It’s about time you’d get it on a regular basis,” Maggie replied.

“Don’t be afraid,” Louise added. “It isn’t too bad once you get used to it. Besides, you deserved it after all the times you gagged us!”

Betty giggled. “I guess I had it coming!”

“You sure did, Betty,” Angela who had finished sorting her ropes and had selected a long white soft rope in her had, said. “Come here. And this time, we won’t get in trouble for tying you up!” she said with absolute relish, referring the actual time we tied her up the first time, and got in trouble with Mom for our pains.

My sister pouted, but we can see from her eyes and her general expression that she wasn’t too opposed to being tied up, and that she knew that she deserved what was coming to her. She approached Angela, who quickly spun her around so her back was facing her, and she pulled her hands behind her.

“Don’t make it too tight,” Betty said.

“Don’t worry,” Angela said as she wrapped the rope around her crossed wrists. She first made a couple of horizontal turns, cinched it, then vertical turns, cinched it again, before wrapping the remaining rope around between her wrist to tighten the lot, cinching it again, before knotting it off. Still, she used a pretty long rope, so there was a lot left over. She wrapped it twice around Betty’s waist and cinched it between her wrists and body, trapping her arms and pinning her hands to her body.

“That should do it,” Angela said. “So?”

It was the second time my sister was tied up, and the first time she was tied up without out fear of retribution from our parents.

She experimentally tugged at the ropes, as if to confirm the fact that she was stuck. She spent the next minute trying to get out of the ropes, but to no avail.

“I’m stuck,” she finally confessed.

“You should be,” Angela said. “That isn’t my best work, but it should suit you just fine!”

“Aren’t you gonna gag her?” Maggie suddenly interjected.

“Yes,” Angela said as she selected a handkerchief from her drawer and bunched it up into a ball.

“Open wide,” Angela asked as sweetly as she could, which was strange as it was a request that would result in my sister’s mouth being packed.

Betty at first refused, but Angela threatened to pinch her nose, and she gave in. At first a little, then wide open as Angela pried it open with her fingers. Then with a flourish, she stuffed the wad. I thought it was too big, but it somehow fit. She then tore a strip of duct tape from her roll.

“Close your lips over it, please,” she asked (that is, ordered) as she put it over her lips. Betty complied and Angela applied it over her closed lips, smoothing the tape to make sure it sticks. She tore additional strips—a very long one that went from ear to ear, then a couple of strips that covered her mouth from the base of her nose, to the tip of her chin. When she was finished with my sister, her lower face was swathed with dark grey duct tape.

“Scream as loud as you can, please,” she requested of my sister.

She gave her best shot, and she can be heard throughout the room, but outside, no chance. It really was pitiful. But I guess that was what gags are for.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Part II posted!!!

Postby TUfriend » Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:38 pm

How will this turn out? We shall see.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Part II posted!!!

Postby sarumansauron » Sat Oct 01, 2011 7:54 am

Good continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Part II posted!!!

Postby viking » Sun Oct 02, 2011 3:12 am

so far it's interesting :D
and i'm guessing somebody else will be tied up too during the next part of the story, so i'm looking forward to know with your continuation :wink:
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Part III

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Oct 04, 2011 9:19 am

Thanks to sarumansauron and TUFriend. To Viking, yeah, you're right. More people would be tied up!!!

Winter 1966-67

Betty

Part III

More Surprises
(m/f), (mf/f)


My eyes were transfixed at what is happening with my sister that I was totally caught off guard by what happened next. One second I was admiring the ropes encircling my dear sister Betty, the next second I was squirted by a water pistol coming from the hands of Angela. It was too fast. Apparently, while Betty was testing the gag by screaming, Angela took a small loaded water pistol from her drawer, the same drawer where she kept her tie-up materials, and squirted Maggie, Louise, and I with water. Henry was too far away, and he quickly drew back from his sister. Barney, who was in no danger of being tied up, jumped and clapped at these events, even, as he was standing besides me, was squirted too.

“Don’t worry, Henry, I won’t tie you up! At least not yet,” said Angela. “I promise!”

“Lucky you!” my younger brother Barney told Henry.

“Hey, what gives?” I asked. It was the last thing I expected, though, considering that it was Angela, I really should not have been surprised by what happened.

“Shut up,” Angela barked. “That’s a dumb question! As if you didn’t know what will happen!”

I raised my hands, as did Maggie, and Louise.

“Do your worst!” I challenged, although it was a particularly dumb thing to say.

“You shouldn’t have said that! Now she’ll really tie us up,” Louise said in a half joking manner.

“Tom, get some of the rope, and tie up your cousin. And you better make it good!” she commanded. “Louise, just stay there and we’ll tie you up after Maggie, okay?”

Louise just had a ‘not again’ look in her face, but I could tell that she was resigned, and not too opposed, to being tied up again.

My cousin and I looked at each other and at Louise.

Maggie giggled. “Go ahead Tom. I won’t hold it against you!”

I didn’t need anymore encouragement. I grabbed a piece of rope and tied a slip knot at one end. Maggie already had her back to me and her hands were behind her.

“Could you cross it?” I asked as her hands were not properly positioned to my satisfaction.

She complied. She balled her fingers into a fist, although she didn’t resist when I opened her hands.

I slipped the loop made by the slip knot into her left wrist. I pulled the free end so as to tighten it, then knotted it secure it on her hands. The long end I wrapped carefully and tightly around her crossed hands vertically then horizontally, cinching it tight with the short end of the slip knot between her hands. There was enough rope left from the job I did on her hands that I was able to wrap it around her waist and hands, then, again with the short end of the rope, cinch it between her hands and back.

“There! I don’t think you could get free,” I said, smiling.

Maggie tested it for a few seconds before stopping and coming to the same conclusion as I. She was not going to get free without help.

“That would do, but you ought to do her feet,” Angela “suggested.”

“As if I’d forget that,” I replied as I gathered two pieces of rope. “Sit down, Maggie,” I ordered to prepare her.

“Where?” my cousin asked.

“On the bed, I suppose,” I replied.

Maggie sat on the bed.

“And that goes for you too, Betty,” Angela said to my sister, who was still standing.

My sister sat besides Maggie on the bed.

I quickly bent down and tied Maggie’s ankles, then her knees, over the dress. Angela did the same to Betty, only she tied her knees under her dress, and pulled it down again after the tying, so the knee ropes were hidden.

“Don’t forget to gag her,” Angela reminded as soon as we were finished tying their legs.

“Right,” I said as I selected a piece of handkerchief and balled it up. “Louise, could you tear up a few strips of tape for Maggie’s mouth?” I asked as I put the wadded handkerchief in front of Maggie’s pretty little mouth. “Open wide, Maggie!”

Maggie at first pursed her lips together, but finally opened up when I prodded further. I smiled as she finally opened her mouth wide and I put the wad in. It was just the right fit.

“Close your mouth,” I gently asked as I took one of the strips Louise tore for this occasion.

She did as asked. I placed the tape over her lips, then smoothed it with my fingers to make it sticks. Louise tore additional strips which I placed over the original tape all over the lower part of her face. Soon, her face, from ear to ear and from nose to chin, was covered in silver tape. I still could have added to the gag but decided that it was enough.

I looked at Maggie and her eyes told me everything—she was having fun.

I smiled at her and patted my cousin’s head. She shied away from my hands, but I patted her again nonetheless. It seemed that she was more annoyed at being patted on the head than being tied up and gagged.

“Very good, Thomas,” Angela commented as she inspected Maggie’s bonds. “Now it’s Louise’s turn.

“Aw! I was hoping you forgot!” Louise whined, but turned around and presented her hands for me to tie.

I wasted no time. Taking a long piece of white rope, I crossed her hands into an X, then wrapped her hands horizontally, then vertically, before cinching it tight in between. It wasn’t my most polished work, but it’ll do the job just the same, particularly as it was Louise, and she wasn’t one to do the utmost exertion to free herself.

After tying her hands, there was still a length of rope left over hanging from her crossed her wrists. I used it to wrap it around her waist and over her hands, once, then used the remaining length to cinch it between her body and wrists, pinning her hands to her waist securely, then knotting it off at the top of her wrists, making it unreachable to her questing fingers.

I guided her to sit on the bed besides Maggie and Betty, took some more lengths of rope, bent down, and tied her ankles and knees above the dress.

While I was doing legs and feet, Angela took out a handkerchief from her pile, balled it up, and presented it in front of Louise’s mouth. “Open up!” she commanded.

Louise was startled that she was being gagged while her feet were still being tied by me, but dutifully opened her mouth.

Angela happily stuffed her mouth with the wad. “Close your mouth over it,” Angela commanded after she had finished inserting the entire thing inside.

Louise obeyed and closed her mouth. Her cheeks bulged. Angela tore a piece of duct tape and put it over her lips, using her fingers to smooth it over her lips and cheeks. She tore a couple of more strips and placed it all over her lips and cheeks, covering her face from her nose to her chin and over it.

After that, I stood back and looked at Louise. She was now truly helpless.

“Oh Thomas!!!” Angela suddenly called in a creepy sweet voice.

I gulped. It was my turn.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Updated!! Part III!

Postby viking » Tue Oct 04, 2011 12:05 pm

so far so G :D :D D
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Updated!! Part III!

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Oct 04, 2011 7:04 pm

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Part IV

Postby Tom Ford » Sat Oct 08, 2011 6:54 am

To viking and sarumansauron, thanks.

Winter 1966-67

Betty

Part IV

My Turn
(f/fffm)


I looked terrified and frightened. But really, at this stage, it was really fun for all of us. It was rather a “pretend frightened” look that we sometimes feign when we played tie up games.

“Don’t look so glum,” Angela said as she spun me around and pulled my hands behind me. “I promise you’ll be nice and safe,” she cheekily said. She crossed my hands, and I soon felt the all too familiar feeling of white cotton rope being wrapped around my wrists. It was a bit loose at first, but tightened considerably as the cinch was applied—twice. I later learned that she used the square lash first, cinching it between my hands after three passes, then tied the remaining rope vertically then horizontally before cinching it between my wrists. My brother must have taught her. I always knew she was a fast learner! She then tied it more conventionally, tying it horizontally then vertically then cinching it in between.

She wasn’t done yet. She used a longer piece of rope which she tied around my waist and hands and cinched between, pinning my hands to my body. I tested the ropes. I wasn’t going anywhere.

I was guided by Angela to sit on the chair besides her study table. She quickly tied my ankles and knees quite efficiently. She took a long piece of rope, threaded it through the spokes of the back of the chair, and knotted it off at the back of the chair. Several more wounds around my shoulders, my waist, and on my lap welded me to the chair. I was now truly stuck. I guess she heard about my escape in the last story and made sure it would not be repeated. If that was her intention, she truly succeeded.

Then there was the gag. It wasn’t as elaborate as her ropework. As it was, my mouth was stuffed with a folded handkerchief, then plastered with five strips of tape. She finished by smoothing it with her fingers over my mouth to make sure it would stick.

She drew back to admire her work after she was done. She had the look of an architect or an artist who had just completed a masterpiece as she stared at us. “Aren’t they cute, Henry? They’re all tied up and with nowhere to go! All nicely bundled up!” she cooed in her manner that was all the more terrifying for being sweet and seemingly nice. “Don’t you agree Henry? Henry?”

Apparently, she, and the rest of us, her captives, didn’t notice that Henry, with my brother Barney, had disappeared while she was tying me. (Actually, Henry and Barney disappeared while I was tying Louise. Angela had been so preoccupied with the tying that she didn’t notice the younger boys going out of the room. Betty saw Henry go out, but, of course, wasn’t able to communicate that to us. Angela ignored her when she tried mmpphhing to Angela what she saw.)

“Oh where are those idiots!” she grumbled as she exited the room to find his brother.

When she was gone, I sensed an opportunity to escape. I might be stuck on the chair, but the three girls were not. They could go and untie each other’s hands. Yet their inexperience was evident as they made no move at all to free themselves. It was, after all, just the second and third time for Betty and Maggie to be tied up, respectively, while for Louise, she was not that determined to escape.

I tried to signal them to try. “Betty, Maggie, try and pick each other’s bonds,” I said, but it came out as indecipherable. I tried to reiterate what I said, but it came out as merely grunts. The effort let to a response of mmmpphhss, as if they were talking to me, but I could not understand a word they were saying. It frustrated me to no end. I then shifted to trying to eject my gag, but before I can make any headway, Angela returned with Henry.

“Barney went home already, and Henry accompanied him downstairs,” Angela informed. “As for you, little brother, if you run off again without telling me, I’m going to tie you up!”

“Sorry,” he said. “He remembered that he needed to do something. You want me to guard them?”

“No. I just want to show them to you, little brother. Now, girls, stand up!” she commanded.

With a little difficulty, they stood up from their sitting position on their own!

“Good! Now, I am Angela, and I will be your captor for the rest of the day! As to how long you’d be tied up, I’d say until dark. How about that, Henry?”

“That’s nothing! Why don’t you leave them here all night? You can untie them when they have go to school tomorrow!” Henry rejoined.

“Why Henry! You’re thinking small! Why don’t we make a ransom note, tell the others that they’ve been kidnapped! That way, nobody would expect them at school tomorrow and we can keep them here as our captives!”

“Yeah! That’s a neat idea! We can keep them forever!” he chuckled.

They talked about it as if they were serious, but we all knew that it was simply a joke among us.

“Well, what would you like to do with them,” Angela asked her brother, “in the meantime?”

“I want Betty, Maggie, and Louise to jump! If they can!” he said.

“Well, girls, what are you waiting for!” she said, looking at the three.

The three bound girls looked at each other. Louise, who was the most experience as a captive, and who had hopped bound and foot many times in the past, jumped first, with ease. Betty and Maggie tried. Maggie was successful, but Betty lost her balance, and fortunately, Angela was behind her and caught her. She helped my sister back to her feet.

Angela applauded the effort. “Very good! What else do you like to do with them?”

Henry thought for a moment before replying, “I want them to hop around the room!”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Angela said. “Do that and I might release you earlier than planned!”

Louise immediately hopped. Betty and Maggie followed suit. Louise was the fastest and the most graceful, while Maggie and Betty were clumsy. Henry was right besides Betty, and Angela was besides Maggie and keeping an eye on Louise.

After a few rounds, the three bound girls were thoroughly exhausted and were audibly breathing. Angela and Henry quickly sat them back on the bed and removed their gags. Henry went out to get three glasses of water.

“That was fun!” Betty said as soon as she was able to talk.

“Yeah! No wonder you wanted to play these games so much!” Maggie concurred.

“You enjoyed this?” Louise asked.

“Yeah! How about you?”

“I guess so,” said Louise.

“Glad you liked it!” Angela said with a sinister smile, “and I’m sure you’ll like this too!”

Suddenly, she assaulted Betty and Maggie with an intense tickle session. The girls were not gagged, and so their riotous laughter was so loud that it could probably heard around the house.

Where was I during this time? I was basically ignored while they were making the bound girls jump and hop. When they removed their gags, I tried to grunt and call their attention so they would ungag me too, but I was paid no heed. Still, as I watched Betty and Maggie being tickled to death (Louise wasn’t tickled at all), I was kind of grateful that I was ignored. That was to end soon.

While my sister and cousin were tickled, the door opened and Henry entered with a pitcher of water on one hand and a glass on the other. Angela ignored Henry as he entered. He quickly put the pitcher and glass on the study table, and suddenly tickled me.

I was not paying attention to Henry, so it was given a jolt when his fingers dug into my armpit. He extended his tickling to my ribs and stomach, and soon, I was lost to laughter. Lucky Louise was the only one spared tickling that day.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Part IV posted

Postby TUfriend » Sat Oct 08, 2011 7:09 am

Good story. Are you going to keep going?
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Part IV posted

Postby sarumansauron » Sat Oct 08, 2011 11:27 pm

Another great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Part V

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Oct 11, 2011 7:35 am

Thanks to sarumansauron, and TUFriend for your comments.

Winter 1966-67

Betty

Part V

"Happy Birthday My Best Friend"
(f/f+m)


We were all pretty exhausted when Angela and Henry had finished their tickle session.

“No more, please, I can’t take it anymore,” Betty pleaded between gasps.

I would have added to the pleas, but I was unable to because unlike the girls, I was still gagged.

Henry quickly filled a glass full of water and offered the three bound girls a drink. I grunted as loud as possible because I wanted a drink too. Fortunately, Angela did not ignore me this time.

“Aw! Poor Tom wants to have a drink too?” she cooed in that annoyingly sweet voice of hers.

Even though I was annoyed by her condescending tone, I nodded my head as I was desperate for a drink.

Angela carefully peeled off the tape on my face and took the saliva drenched cloth inside my mouth. She took the glass from Henry, filled it with water, and helped me take a drink.

“Thanks,” I said.

“So, are you going to let us go?” Maggie asked.

“Nope!” Angela said.

Well, it was too much to ask.

“Well you should!” Betty added.

“I should, you’re right, but I won’t,” she smugly replied. “Speaking of which, you two are getting noisy.”

Our captor picked up the saliva sodden handkerchiefs, and prepared them for use.

“Eew! Get some fresh ones if you want to gag us again!” Betty complained.

“Oh you complain too much,” Angela retorted, but she did put aside the wet wads of cloth and opened up her drawer and got some fresh handkerchiefs.

We all drew a sigh of relief when we saw that. We weren’t too thrilled about our mouths being stuffed again, but at least it would be with something clean instead of the ones already ejected from our mouths.

“Now all of you four open your mouths,” she instructed, and gave two of the wads to Henry. She pointed at Louise and me to Henry. He understood, and approached us.

We knew better than to resist, so I opened my mouth wide as soon as he offered the wad in his had. He stuffed the large wad into my mouth. Without bothering to seal it up, he went to Louise who pretty much opened her mouth without any complaint whatsoever. Louise and I didn’t bother trying to eject the wad even though nothing was holding it in as it would only be put back on. Betty and Maggie similarly opened their mouths when Angela approached them with wads of cloth for packing.

“Don’t spit it out, I’m not yet done!” our female captor commanded as she went and grabbed the roll of duct tape. She tossed it to Henry, and ordered him to tear strip after strip.

They first stood over Louise. Henry tore a strip, which Angela took and applied over her closed lips. Henry tore another one and Angela applied it over the upper part of her lip, another on her lower, and on her cheeks, and finally, until the entire lower part of her face was covered in gray. Satisfied that Louise wasn’t going to be able to spit out the handkerchief even if she wanted to, she and her brother proceeded over to me.

I dutifully closed my lips over the wad. Henry tore strip after strip and his sister applied strip after strip on my mouth until my lower face was encased with grey. They then walked over to my sister and cousin.

I looked at them, and noticed that Betty’s wad was no longer in her mouth, as it had fallen and on her lap. Maggie still has the wad on her mouth.

“You spat it out!” she exclaimed.

Betty gave a sheepish smile. “It fell! Honest! I didn’t spit it out!” she protested.

Angela gave a smile. “That’s okay,” she sweetly replied as she picked up the wad on her lap and again stuffed it in her mouth. She took the roll of tape from her brother and whispered something to his ear.

Henry nodded to whatever Angela told him and ran out of the room.

“He can be really annoying, that Henry,” Angela said, “but sometimes, he can also be really useful.” As she was saying this, she tore off tape after tape and applied duct tape to the lips and face of Betty, so my sister, like Louise and me, has her face covered in grey from ear to ear and from nose to chin.

Maggie did not say a word as Angela went over to her and proceeded to tape her mouth up pretty the same way as she did the rest of us.

While she was doing Maggie’s face, Henry burst in with a roll of brown packing tape. I realized in horror what she had in mid. Oh this was not going to be good. Not good at all.

As I expected, she picked up a large bandana from her pile of gagging materials and used it to cover the back of Betty’s head, tying it on her chin.


“Happy Birthday, Betty!” Angela said to my sister, “and because of that, I’m going to wrap you up like a present!”

Taking the brown tape, she tightly, even brutally, wrapped it around Betty’s head, over her already taped mouth, so many times that I lost count. Maybe as few as ten or as many as twenty. She mewed as it was wrapped around her head, but she was ignored. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday my best friend, happy birthday to you,” she sang, then repeated the lyrics, changing “my best friend,” to “dear Betty”, as she systematically wrapped her head with tape.

“You really shouldn’t have spat out that wad,” Henry offered as he watched Betty being wrapped up.

Glad it was not my birthday, or I might get some of the “special treatment.”

She and Henry stepped back after it was over. “Thomas, Louise, Margaret, Elizabeth,” she said, repeating our full names, “glad you can stay. I think you’ll be here for a while, don’t you think dear brother?”

“Yes, very much,” Henry agreed.

“Well, I don’t want to be rude, but I’ll do my homework now,” she said as she took a notebook and textbook from her school bag and placed it on her study table. I was tied in her regular chair so she took a small stool besides her bed and began doing her homework.

“I think I’ll do mine too,” Henry said as left the room. “Don’t forget to call me when you’re going to free them!”

“Who says I’m going to free them, ever?” Angela replied as her brother left the room.

For the next thirty minutes, Angela did her homework while we just sat there, tied up and gagged, and bored.
Last edited by Tom Ford on Wed Mar 07, 2012 2:59 am, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Updated! Part V!!

Postby TUfriend » Tue Oct 11, 2011 12:26 pm

This is quite a long story.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Updated! Part V!!

Postby rash357 » Tue Oct 11, 2011 2:08 pm

this is quite an awesome story - as can always be expected from tom

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Updated! Part V!!

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Oct 11, 2011 9:37 pm

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Part VI

Postby Tom Ford » Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:54 am

To TUFriend, well, then reason my stories get very long was that I sometimes find it impossible to decide which to omit or not, especially when I can many details from my memory, my diary, and from the memories of my brothers, my sister, my wife, and my brother’s wife, and my cousins, whom I occasionally consult before writing these stories, and who gets a copy of my stories before I post them, for their approval. To rash357, and once again, sarumansauron, thanks.

Winter 1966-67

Betty

Part VI

Conclusion
(f/f+m)


Angela did her homework. Generally, after completing her homework on each subject, she would show her work to me, as we were on the same grade and I always got higher marks compared her. She told me to nod if she got the correct answer, and she told me to shake her head if she got it wrong. As it would give me something to do while tied up, I agreed.

Generally, she would show me the questions, read it aloud to give extra emphasis, then tell me her answer. All I had to do was to nod or shake my head. Generally, she took her school work seriously, and mostly, her answers were correct. When they were wrong though, she refused to remove my gag so I can tell her what the answer was. She simply went over to her textbooks until she got it right. Then she would ask me again if she was right. Generally, that worked well as almost all her mistakes she corrected successfully. Expect for a few items. So she has got the choice of ungagging me or not getting the right answer.

“Well, I can ask you later, or Mom and Dad when they got home, what the answer is,” she reasoned, “so you stay gagged!”

How can I argue with that?

Poor Louise, Maggie, and Betty. They were basically ignored as Angela lavished all her questions on me. They vied for her attention, but were ignored. They tried to escape, and that was when Angela said, “stop it!”

They did, and they just out until we get to be free.

After thirty minutes, she finally was done with her homework. She called Henry, and when he arrived, she ordered that I be released from the chair and my ankles be untied, but my hands should remain bound and I should remain gagged.

Henry dutifully did as ordered by his elder sister, while Angela herself untied Betty, Maggie, and Louise’s ankles and knees, but not their hands, and they remain gagged.

We were helped to get on our feet, and we were marched to the living room, where we were seated on the couch. Our knees and ankles were retied, but our gags were removed, and we were once again given a drink.

“Come on, untie us Angie!” Betty complained. “It’s been more than an hour!”

“Oh shut up! I’ll release when I want,” Angela snapped, “and not a minute sooner!”

At that moment, Mrs. Dale, Angela and Henry’s mother, arrived.

She was used to seeing us tied up, so she didn’t raise any fuss.

She greeted us all, and we greeted her back, even if it was awkward as we were tied up.

“Well, I’m glad you’re all having fun. Do you like to be freed?” she asked.

Betty was the one who replied. Even if she wanted to get free, she said, “Well, that our captors decision. We’ll be free when Angela decides to.”

After all, in our games, nothing would be worse than running to one’s parents to get oneself freed. You would never hear the end of it if you did just that.

“Well, don’t leave them like that for too long, even if they’re having fun,” Mrs. Dale admonished before proceeding to the kitchen.

“Guess what?” Angela said appeared before us carrying a couple of clean handkerchiefs. This time, I later learned, they were Henry’s, as Angela didn’t want more of her handkerchiefs to be sodden with our saliva.

“We’re going to be gagged? Do I get prize for guessing it right?” Maggie replied.

“Right you are! As for your prize, you really want some ‘special treatment’?” Angela replied as she shoved a wad of handkerchief in my mouth.

“Um, nevermind. Just gag me like the rest of us,” she backed down. After all, after seeing how Angela gagged my sister, who’d want that?

“Good for you,” she said as she went and stuffed her mouth with another wadded handkerchief. She went and did the same to Betty and Louise.

Henry took the roll of duct tape and he taped our mouths with multiple strips like before.

***

A few minutes later, the phone rang. Henry picked it up.

“Hello Andrew,” Henry greeted, indicating that it was my older brother. “Um I think you better talk to Angela about that. Angela, its Andrew.”

I listened intently as Angela talked with my brother.

“Oh hi Andrew. Well, they’re here. Well, they’re a bit tied up right now. Well, maybe, maybe not. They just can’t talk with you right now. Okay I’ll tell Tom and Betty to come home early. You’re going to go here? You really don’t need to. Your parents told you to fetch them? Well, I’ll be waiting!”

“Henry, quick, get the water gun! Load it!” Angela instructed her brother. “I’m going to get him first!”

“Right!” Henry said as he bounded off. He returned a minute later and handed her the water gun.

“Go and look at the window and tell me when he arrives,” Angela said.

“Okay,” Henry said as he dashed off to the window.

I could see everything from where we were seated, and all of us looked intently.

“He’s here,” Henry whispered to Angela.

Angela quickly stood in front of the door and pointed her pistol at it.

A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Henry shouted.

The door opened, and Andrew has a gun pointed at Angela.

It was strange. Andrew did plan to get Angela, and now they were at a standoff.

Suddenly, both of them broke into laughter.

“We could say this one’s a draw, and forget about tying each other up, at least for today,” Andrew proposed as soon as the laughter died down.

“Well I guess so,” said Angela.

“Well, can I see your captives? Where’s my brother and sister?” he asked.

Angela proudly showed us to him.

“Happy Birthday, little sister!” he said as he looked at us. “Looks like you’re wrapped up like a present!” He turned to Angela. “How long do you plan to keep them here?”

“Forever!” Henry shouted.

“Yup! Forever,” Angela concurred.

“That’s a long time!” Andrew laughed. “Unfortunately, we got to go home in a half-hour,” he said.

“Well, they’re going to remain tied up until they absolutely must go free,” she declared.

Andrew agreed to that. After that, Angela asked him for his help on the remaining items still unanswered on her homework. Well, the ones that I said were wrong.

Henry opened the TV and all of us bound and gagged ones watched with him his favourite cartoons.

We were all released about thirty minutes later. Betty and Maggie swore holy revenge on Angela, but both said they enjoyed our game that day. All of us congratulated Betty on being tied up for the second time, but the first time legitimately without getting in trouble.

We ate a quick snack prepared by Mrs. Dale before we went home.

At home, my parents and me and my siblings gave our presents to Betty, even if the Birthday Party proper would have to wait until Saturday. Andrew told us that Barney went home early because he remembered that he had to wrap his birthday gift for his sister, and told him where Betty was.

The next tie up game would involve my brother Andrew and my little sister. It started in a very unexpected way. What happened? Read the next part and find out!!
Last edited by Tom Ford on Wed Mar 07, 2012 3:02 am, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Story Finished

Postby xtc » Fri Oct 14, 2011 9:36 am

I simply can't resist a trailer.
Thanks for the past story and I look forward to the next one.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Story Finished

Postby rash357 » Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:43 pm

great story as always! I'm extremely jealous of your adventures haha. Did you marry Angela or Louise??

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Story Finished

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Oct 14, 2011 3:55 pm

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

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Betty - Story Finished

Postby canuck100 » Fri Oct 14, 2011 5:25 pm

Excellent and entertaining story, as usual!

rash357 wrote:Did you marry Angela or Louise??


Exactly what I was asking myself!