To
xtc, I agree with you with the treachery, but I wasn’t a willing party to it!
To
Viking, kinda obvious, isn’t it, especially with the title giving it away!!
To
sarumansauron, thanks once again for your comments.
To
Shane, I hope you like this chapter too!!
Spring 1967
Bound Captor
Part II
Frank
(m/mf)
Frank was my close friend. He had been playing tie up games with us almost as long as I did, becoming my early ally against my older brother Andrew and his friend David (see the Spring 1966 stories). Except when the teams were selected by chance, he was always on my side, and was an enthusiastic TUG player.
However, there were some quirks with my friend. He was the only one other than Louise who doesn’t have a close relative or a sibling playing tie up games with us. Indeed, the players, by this time, can also be grouped by siblings instead of by teams. Andrew (11), Betty, and I were one set, then Donald (10) and Maggie (9), my cousins, were another set of siblings. Angela (10) and Henry (9) were sister and brother. David (11), Nancy (9), and Cathy (8), were siblings, and Chester and Jay, both eleven, were twins. Thus, he doesn’t have the same opportunity to practice that the others have.
I dialled the number of Frank’s house. “What am I going to say to him?” I asked.
“Just tell him that you tied me up and he should come here,” said Betty. “That’s the truth, anyway.”
“Hello?” I heard Mrs. Tompkins (not her real name), Frank’s mother, answer.
“Hello Mrs. Tompkins. Could I speak to Frank?” I politely asked.
“Wait here,” she said as she called his son. A few seconds later, I heard my best friend’s voice.
“Hey Frank, come over here! I got my sister tied up and, well, you just have to come here!” I said.
“Sure, be right over there! Don’t let her go!” he said. “Bye.”
He put down the phone, and we waited for him to arrive.
“Hey Tom, get the gun from my pocket,” my little sister instructed. “Use that to shoot him.”
I quickly retrieved the water gun from the pocket of her dress. Since she used an insignificant amount of water to squirt me, it was still nearly full. We went to the living room, and she said, “Go get a handkerchief. Tie it over my mouth so that it will look like you gagged me.”
I went up my room, grabbed a couple of handkerchiefs, large and small—I figured that I would use them on Frank and other would-be captives, a couple lengths of rope, and a roll of duct tape. I carried it down. Betty’s eyes widened at seeing such a large stash.
“I bet you’re going to gag him, and the others,” I said.
“Thanks. Won’t he be surprised?” she laughed.
Despite being on the receiving end, I was enjoying this game very much. This was something unique, and despite sounding treacherous, I was secretly hoping my sister would succeed in capturing all of us by herself tied up. It would be a first among us.
“He sure would!” I laughed with her. I took a large handkerchief, folded it into a triangle, and tied it over her mouth, under the nose, and tied it tight behind her neck.
“Do I look gagged?” she asked.
“You sure do,” I answered. In truth, I often used a cowboy style triangle over gag to top off my gags as of late.
Betty and I chatted while waiting for Frank to arrive. After ten minutes, I heard a knock on the door, and I opened it.
Frank immediately saw Betty tied up on the couch, and he assumed that she was gagged.
He went over to inspect my sister, and I followed closely behind.
“You really got her!” he said as he began to inspect her bonds.
“Now!” Betty suddenly shouted.
I immediately grabbed my water pistol, which I put into my pocket before he arrived, and squirted my hapless best friend in the back.
Frank immediately pulled the gag down and was surprised to see that it wasn’t a gag at all.
“Fooled ya!” Betty said, laughing.
“I’m so sorry Frank, but I’m her captive, and I gotta do what she tells me to do,” I explained.
“Yup! If you don’t believe me, watch this. Tom, jump!” my sister replied.
It was a comical way to show her power over me, but I jumped anyway.
“See?” Betty replied. “I’m the real captor here!”
“But Tom tied you up,” Frank said, confused. “How can you be the boss if you’re tied up?”
I began an explanation of what was happening.
Frank still could not believe what was happening. “So you’re telling me that you’re trying to win this game for your team all by yourself, while being tied up, by using Tom here?” he asked my sister.
“That’s about it!” Betty beamed. “Now, put your hands behind your back!”
Frank gave a loud laugh as soon as he realized that we were trapped. “You’re crazy! By golly, I didn’t think you can do it, but if you do get all of us, then you’re a genius!”
I took a length of white rope and crossed Frank’s hands behind his back. I tied Frank identically to how I tied my sister—square lash with three passes, cinched between his hands, then tied horizontally then vertically, cinched again between his hands, then the remainder tied around his hands and waist, then cinched between his back and hands, before finally being knotted off.
My sister had been observing me. The tying technique that I had used on Frank and my sister had been first used on us by my mother when she tied us up in the story Fall 1966 – The Afternoon Adventures that happened during the fall of the previous year. She then taught it to my oldest brother, who used it a couple of times, and he taught it to me too. And since Andrew and I taught all of Betty’s tying skills (or so we thought), we passed this knowledge to her. Being a fast learner, she rapidly mastered it, practicing on me, or Maggie or Nancy or Cathy. That became the favourite tying technique, though the others either preferred using other techniques, or still haven’t mastered it.
“So there,” I said.
“Now gag him,” Betty ordered.
“Now don’t tell me you’re going to let your sister who’s tied up tell you what to do?” Frank mocked.
“Rules are rules,” I laughed. “Now Betty, how do you want him gagged?”
“Oh the one with three hankies over the mouth and tucked to each other,” Betty told me. “The one you always use on me when you gag me!”
I smiled. This, by this time, had become my favourite gagging method. I took a folded handkerchief and used it as mouth stuffing. Frank clearly was not pleased by this turn of events, but nonetheless, he opened his mouth and allowed me to stuff his mouth. I took another handkerchief, tied a knot in its center, pressed the knot into his mouth, further pushing the wad deeper, until the knot rested behind his white teeth. I quickly tied it behind his neck so he wouldn’t spit it out. I didn’t tie it too tight. That would come later.
I then took the roll of duct tape and applied four or five strips of duct tape over his open mouth, from the tip of his nose to his chin, from ear to ear, and covered his cheeks with grey.
Next, I took another handkerchief, folded it into a narrow band, and tied it around his head over his duct taped mouth. I tucked the ends of this second handkerchief between the first handkerchief and his skin from the top, just in front of both ears, and I pulled it from below. I pulled hard, then tied it above the first knot of the first handkerchief behind his neck. I did not tie it too tight. I then applied duct tape to fix the second handkerchief around the head into position. Four strips later, the second handkerchief disappeared beneath a sea of duct tape.
Finally, to prepare the final overgag, I took a small strip of duct tape, folded it on itself so the sticky part would be outside, and stuck it on top of the grey duct tape already in place at the place where the lips were. Its purpose, although not really necessary, is to prevent the third handkerchief from slipping downwards. I took one final large handkerchief, folded into a triangle, then pressed it around the head, over the mouth, and just below the nose. I then tucked the ends of this third handkerchief from the top between the first two handkerchiefs and the skin, like before, just in front of the ears, and pulled it down. I then tied the knot above the first two knots, and, placing it so that the final knot of the third handkerchief was covered with the cloth of the first two, then I tied it really tight. The effect was to considerably tighten the first two handkerchiefs tied around the head and over the mouth and removed whatever slack was contained there in the first place.
It sounds complicated, but it’s easy to do once you’ve done it lots of times and had time to practice. Its very effective, and I haven’t, during all the time I was gagged, and gagged someone else, have seen someone remove the gag on their own using that technique without the aid of their hands, including myself when it was used on me.
For shorthand, when I used this exact gag, we’d refer to it as the “three tucked handkerchief gag”, and I’m going to refer to it as so in my stories so as to shorten my descriptions of it.
“That ought to keep him quiet,” Betty quipped after I finished with Frank. “Now, call Louise. She’s next.”
I pushed Frank so he ended up seating on the couch besides Betty. I then dialled the phone, but then, there was no answer at the other end. Apparently, the Lewis’ (not Louise’s real family name. However, her real name and the family name she was born with both sounded the same) phone was busy. Again, I called a few minutes later, and phone was still busy.
“So what now?” I asked my sister.
“Well, let’s tie Frank up in your room, and we’ll go to Louise’s place and get Louise ourselves,” my sister proposed.
I nodded as I was in no position to argue.