Jenny's war

Postby lasse672000 » Wed Dec 04, 2013 2:22 am

Jenny skidded in the loose gravel on the driveway leading to Marie’s house.
She was dressed in a white, sleeve-less, knee-long gingham-dress with a strawberry pattern, and red and white trainers, but no socks.
After having received a rather frantic phone call, urging her to come as fast as she could, she had run as fast as she could all the way from her home and now, so close to the goal, she had become a bit nonchalant.
She raced up the stairs, threw the door open, and came to a screeching halt. In front of her was the most incredible scene: Marie and her brother and sisters, lying on their stomachs on the floor, and a man straddling her friend and in the process of tying her hands together!
He finished what he was doing, got to his feet, and turned to the stunned girl. “Jenny, I presume?” he politely asked.
The surprise of what she saw in front of her meant she, for obvious reasons, couldn’t speak, so she just nodded in response.
“Mm; I suspected as much,” he ascertained. “I HAD hoped to surprise you in a different way, but this’ll have to do. Come over here, please!” When he saw she was about to turn and run out the door, he sighed:”You really don’t want to do that; do you? Not if you want an explanation to all of this; which I suspect you do.”
She forced a single “Why?” passed her frozen lips as she did as he demanded, and he smiled jovially.
He signalled for her to lie down on the floor, straddled her legs, took a length of rope, and tied her hands snugly together behind her back, cinching the rope off between her wrists, before starting his explanation.

“I am their uncle Jim, and when I visit, I always do something which they don’t expect. That keeps them on their toes, you see,” he told her as he, while still straddling her legs, turned around to tie her knees and ankles together.
“I’ve been giving them surprises for as long as any of us can remember, and I haven’t heard anyone complain yet. And somehow, I don’t think I ever will. Right, Marie?” He playfully slapped her bottom and she squealed “HEY!” before saying: “No; of course you won’t, uncle.”
He opened a wardrobe and took out some scarves which he used as gags, before continuing his story.
“Marie and her siblings showed me this great idea on the Net the other day, and we thought it would be fun to involve you too. I hope you don’t mind?”
“Yeah,” Jenny sarcastically thought, “this idea is hilarious! It sure is a pity though, that no one thought of telling me of their plans!” She shook her head.
“Good,” he said. “I wouldn’t want to do anything against any ones will, now would I?” He playfully slapped his niece’s bottom again, and she squealed again.
“O.K, guys” he said, “Now; I’m going to go and get something to eat. When I’m done, I’m going to come back and release you; O.K? See ya!”
That announcement was met by a storm of muffled protests, which he didn’t seem to take any notice of. Instead; he just grinned and walked away.

As Jenny lay there, she heard the others move about. Suddenly, there was a tap on her shoulder, and Marie mimed: “Don’t worry; we’ll get you free as soon as we’ve taken care of Uncle Jim!” And then they were gone.
She could hear them enter the kitchen, and Jim’s surprised outcry:”What? Are you free already?” What she didn’t hear though, were any signs of struggle. Instead, she heard Marie’s rather astonishing reply to his question where she was: “She indicated to me she wanted to stay tied up for a bit longer, so I left her there.” And then, they apparently all sat down to have something to eat.

Jenny started desperately rolling around on the floor, trying to get her fingers on the knot on the rope tying her wrists together, but it was too well made and too far out of her limited reach.
She was concentrating so hard on her task, she didn’t hear Jim coming until she heard him say: “Some friends you have, huh? Leaving you here like this! Here; let me at least carry you into the living-room, and make it more comfortable for you! You just let me know when you’ve had enough, and want to go home.” She started nodding as hard as she could and tried to say she already had had quite enough, but he seemed to think she agreed to what he was saying, and took no further notice.

As promised, he carried her into the living-room and sat her in a chair. Then he asked Marie to get one of the abandoned ropes on the floor of the hallway, which he fed between Jenny’s arms and body and tied off behind the back of the chair. Then he turned on the TV, and they all sat down to watch.
Occasionally, Jim asked her if she wanted him to release her; and every time she nodded. But Marie, or one of her brothers, always stopped him by saying she wanted to be tied up just a few more minutes.
Eventually though, she did get free.
“I’m so sorry it took us so long to realize you wanted to get out!” Marie excused herself, with the mother of all fake smiles plastered all over her face.
“Oh, I’m sure you are!” Jenny replied, with a smile just as fake on hers. “You do realize this means war, don’t you?”
“Oh great,” Marie beamed, “bring it on!”
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Re: Jenny's war

Postby MoonDust » Thu Dec 05, 2013 6:00 am

Oh, this is awesome!
Friggin cold =_=

Re: Jenny's war

Postby lasse672000 » Fri Dec 06, 2013 1:58 pm

It was a few days before Christmas. Jenny dressed in a black long-sleeved turtle neck sweater with red furry cuffs, a red ¾ length plush skirt, black woolly pantyhose, and red suede boots, lay on her stomach beside Marie, who was dressed in a pair of jeans, a grey sweater and brown leather boots. They both had their hands tied behind their backs as well as their knees and ankles and they were securely gagged.
It hadn’t started out that way; of course it hadn’t. Jenny had phoned and asked if Marie would like to come over for a cup of tea or coffee? She had of course planned to get revenge for last summer when Marie had asked her uncle Jim to tie her up, and wouldn’t let anyone set her free for several hours.
“Revenge,” Jenny had later argued,” is a dish best served ice-cold! That is what makes it oh, so sweet!”

When Marie came, Jenny ambushed her (quite literary), gagged her and tied her wrists behind her back, her ankles together and put her in a chair.
“Let’s see;” she said with glowing eyes, “you kept me tied up and gagged, on the floor and on a chair, for around about four hours, I believe; not counting the thirty or so minutes you were tied up beside me? That gives me two options, really; either I keep you for four hours, or for four and a half hours.”She put a fist under her chin, supporting it with the other hand, as if thinking the different options through.
She put an index-finger in the air: “Tell you what;” she announced,” I think I’ll go for the four and a half hour option. So, here’s what I’ll do; I will keep you my prisoner for that long and then we’re even; right?”
Marie sighed, but nodded. What else could she do, given the circumstances? As things turned out; a whole lot.

Half an hour into her ordeal, she heard the door-bell ring, and her uncle’s voice asking Jenny if she knew where Marie was?
“Yes; she’s here, as a matter of fact. I’ll take you to her, as she’s a tied up at the moment!”
“Ha, ha; you’re such a comedian; NOT!” Marie thought.
She started MMPH: ing as loud as she could, to tell him of her situation, and he must have heard her, because he asked:
“Oh: you mean she’s literary tied up? I thought you were being metaphorical!”
“No, she’s my prisoner all right; in retaliation for the time I was yours last summer! Although you did most of, if not all of, the tying, I know she put you up to it!”
“Mm,” Jim agreed, “she did!”
By now, they had entered the room where Marie was kept.
When he saw her, Jim cried out: “Oh honey! How could you be so sloppy? I’ve told you, over and over again, to be watchful; haven’t I? Still you walked straight into this obvious trap!”
Despite having half her face covered by the gag, Marie managed to look quite pitiful. When she saw it, Jenny smiled. However, the smile was quickly wiped out, when Jim turned to her and asked if she had any more rope and scarves?
“Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”
“Did you think I’d let my niece be tied up all on her own, did you? Of course I wouldn’t; I’m going to tie you alongside her!” He looked at Marie;” No, I’m not going to set you free, if that’s what you thought! You’ll both be my prisoners for,” he turned to Jenny, and raised an eyebrow, “how long?”
She looked at her watch and told him: “Just under four hours,” before fetching the things he had asked for.
Why she didn’t just run out of the house, might be an obvious question at this stage. The simple reason was that her coat hung directly beside the open door to the room where Marie and Jim were, and even though she might have able to get it without them hearing her, they surely would have heard the front-door close, and she doubted very much she could run faster than he, with or without a skirt.

When she returned with all the pieces of rope she could find, he had just put his niece, face down, on the floor. He gestured for her to come and join them, and she lay down like her friend. He expertly tied her wrists and ankles together so it would be snug but not uncomfortable, and gagged her, and now; here they were, all tied up.
“O.K,” Jim said, “time’s up. Are you girls ready to be released?” They were, and he did.

A couple of days later Jenny, dressed in a light blue ¾ length wool long-sleeved turtle-neck dress, white wool pantyhose, white leather boots and a fur-trimmed light blue down waist-length coat, white fake fur mittens and ditto hat, met up with Marie, dressed in a red one-piece down snow-suit with a pink snow-flake pattern, red wool pixie cap and red mittens and red leather boots, on the local playground to start planning their revenge.
They had been tossing more and more fanciful ideas to and fro for the best part of an hour without really coming up with anything.
“The best course of action would probably be to get some rope and gagging material, and just surprise him!” Marie desperately exclaimed.
“Mm; you’re probably right.” Jenny agreed. “Come on; I’ve got all the things we need at my place.” And so the two girls walked away to start what they thought would be an easy task. Sneak up on an unsuspecting person and tie him up; what could go wrong?

They got all the things they thought they’d need from Jenny’s home, and walked over to Marie’s. By looking through the windows on the ground-floor, they discovered Jim didn’t appear to be home, so they went in and hid in the living-room, which was next to the cloak-room, Jenny carefully hiding her coat, hat and boots.
Suddenly, a hand was clamped over Jenny’s mouth and a male voice hissed in her ear: “When are you two going to learn, there’s no point in trying to ambush me? I’m simply too clever a man for two little girls to try to outsmart! Now, Jenny; you tie Marie up, and you do it properly!”
Jenny had no choice but to tie her friends’ wrists and ankles as best she could, before Jim tied her up the same way. Having checked on her work, a surprised Jim gave her an A+.

Forty-five minutes later, the roles were reversed; Jim was the captive and the girls the gloaters of their own geniality. Well, it was mostly Marie’s genius that gave them the last laugh in the end. She had been practicing, hard and secretly, and now she could get out of, and tie, any knot imaginable.
When she waved Good bye to Jenny at the door, they promised each other to keep tying each other up, as often as possible.
The last thing Jenny said, before Marie closed the door was:
”Don’t be too hard on him. He’s just a boy, after all!” And they winked at each other, and giggled.
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Re: Jenny's war

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Dec 09, 2013 11:32 am

Jenny had become extra careful when entering a room these days. But today she thought:”Oh, why the hell am I sneaking around for? I’m pretty sure there’s no one lurking in the closet; or under the bed, for that matter!”
She stood in front of the full length mirror (as she always did), and examined herself to see how she looked in today’s clothes, which happened to be a sun yellow long-sleeved, 3/4 length corduroy dress with a white frilly neck and cuffs she had made herself and a couple of petticoats, and dark blue, ribbed wool pantyhose. She never wore shoes, much less boots, around her own home.
Thinking she needed something to hold her hair back from her face, she went to her bedroom and got a ribbon, and tied it around her head.
Unfortunately, that meant she had dropped her guard for a few minutes, and that’s when disaster struck!

“Hello, Jenny,” she heard a familiar voice say;”remember me? Nice clothes you’re wearing!”
Jenny yelped and almost fell backwards: “Jim!” she cried; “You scared me! I didn’t hear you come in!”
“You shouldn’t leave the spare key to your front door in such an obvious place as under the door-mat! That’s practically like an invite to burglars or kidnappers to enter your home,” Jim sighed.
“This is a friendly neighbourhood, and nothing bad ever happens here! In fact, nothing at all happens here! You know that.” Jenny smiled, making Jim almost forget why he had come, until she asked why he was there.
“Oh, um;” he stuttered, still affected by her radiant smile,” Marie wanted you to come over and take a look at something. She said it was something you had wanted to see for a long time. And before you ask me what it is; don’t, because I haven’t a clue!”
Intrigued, Jenny went to put her boots and coat on. However, when she bent down, a wet, smelly rag was pressed against her face, and everything went dark.

She woke up, sitting in a chair. She had her arms behind the back of it; but when she tried to bring them back in front, she realized they were tied together.
“Where am I?” she tried to ask, but her mouth was stuffed with something, and something else was tied around her head, so she couldn’t utter a word. The last thing she realized was that her knees and ankles had been tied together.
She looked around, and saw Marie sitting in a chair beside her, tied and gagged much the same way she was. As her head was bent forward, Jenny assumed she too had been subjected to chloroform, or whatever it was she had inhaled.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!” Jim said.”Did you sleep well?”
“GRFFF!” Jenny growled.
“Yes? Good, good. Now; I guess I ought to explain why I knocked you both out and tied you to chairs like this; oughtn’t I? And I will, just as soon as Marie wakes up, which she ought to do any moment now, seeing as I gave her a much lower dose, than I gave you.”
A couple of minutes later, Marie too were awake; and she was furious! She tossed and turned so hard in the chair, Jenny was afraid she’d hurt herself, or break it, or get a fit, or something.

Jim had to raise his voice to get Jenny to hear him.
“I knocked you both out, and tied you up, for the simple reason that there is a man coming quite soon. He will take a look at you, and possibly take one, maybe even both of you, with him. If he accepts you, you will live in his castle for a year.” When Jim mentioned ‘castle’, Marie stopped thrashing about, and started listening, wide-eyed.
“You will have full access to every part of it, under the premise that you agree to have your hands tied together, one way or another, pretty much 24/7, and to be tied to your beds at night.
Your mother Marie was sent, at her own request, to live in the castle with this man’s father, when she was your age. In fact, there’s where she met your father; and if my memory serves me right after all these years, I think your parents were there too, Jenny.”

At that moment the door-bell rang. Jim went to answer it, and when he came back, he was escorted by a gentleman, who looked quite elderly and frail.
He took a thorough look at the girls, and turned to Jim.
”I will accept them both,” he said and his voice sounded surprisingly youthful, considering his apparent age.
He lifted Jenny out of her chair, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her out to his car, as if she weighed no more than an empty sack. Then he returned to get Marie.
Jenny looked up and down the street. Where were all the nosy neighbours when you actually needed them? Well, wherever they were, none of them came to her rescue, and she had to submit to being taken from her home, against her will.
She looked at her friend, expecting to see; what? Anger over having been kidnapped like this; fear, maybe? All she saw were eyes glowing with expectation.
The man stepped in, started the car, and drove off.

Sometime later, he stopped outside a mansion-like building, and carried the girls inside.
He untied their hands, only to put them in cuffs in front of them. Then he freed their legs, but put heavy leg-cuffs on them instead.
He took the gaggers out and Jenny started crying.
“Why are you crying?” the man softly asked.
“I don’t wanna be here!” she sobbed. “I wanna go home! No one’s asked me if I wanna do this! I’ve practically been kidnapped!”
“Is that so?” the man said, still using that soft voice. “Well; I can’t take you home right now, so I’m afraid you will have to stay here; at least for a while. What I can do is make your stay here as easy as possible.” Then he turned to Marie and the softness was suddenly replaced by ice.
“Is she telling the truth? You never told her about this?”
“Don’t blame me!” she defended herself. “I didn’t know anything about it either, until just before you came and picked us up! If you wanno blame someone, blame my uncle for apparently not doing his job properly!”
“Oh, I will; don’t you worry!” he said in a tone that really made the girls worried.

That night, after having been told to put on floor-length, high-necked woolly night-gowns, so voluminous they hid the shape of their bodies completely, he locked their hand-cuffs to chains which hung by their beds, and went to pick up some of Jenny’s clothes.
The next morning, he asked her about them. She admitted her mother had taught her, and that she had made most of them herself.
“You seem to be a good seamstress.” he congratulated her. “From now on, you will make all your own clothe as well as Marie’s.”
“Does that mean, I will have to wear skirts and dresses all the time?” Marie complained.
“Yes, it does; and I’m sure you’ll get used to it in no time, as you both will get used to doing things with your hands cuffed.” he gravely said. “Soon you will be so used to them you will have trouble doing things without them.
And he was right; of course he was.
When the girls had time to look back, they had a hard time pinpointing the exact day, when they stopped being bothered by the cuffs and just did things, the way they always had.

After she had been returned home, Jenny asked her mother about why she had never mentioned being a guest in the mansion and why she had never seen her in cuffs.
“No, I didn’t, for the simple reason I didn’t want to scare you. And you have seen me wearing cuffs, although you might not have noticed them. Ever since you were born, I have had my knees cuffed, but since I, like you, wear skirts or dresses all the time, you wouldn’t have noticed them; and even if you had, I probably would have been able to come up with a perfectly good explanation. If you have a daughter of your own some day, and you decide to carry on the tradition, you will probably do the same.
Oh, by the way; did he tell you I wasn’t the first to stay at the mansion? I can see in your face he didn’t. You see; this has been a tradition in my, and his, family for at least two hundred years. I’ve found entries in old diaries, hidden away deep inside my family’s archives, talking about what can only be described as similar stays, as the one we’ve experienced. However, I have never found a reference anywhere to why or when it started.
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