## Fall 1966 - Louise - Story Completed!!!

Post by Tom Ford » Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:21 am

Its time for another story again. This one is a little longer, well, much longer than the others.
This story was one of my most memorable ones, and one that I had itched to write ever since I started to record my tie-up experiences.
Thanks to xtc, Canuck100, Viking, and sarumansauron for the comments on my last story.
I hope you like this one too!
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### Fall 1966 - Louise - Part I

Post by Tom Ford » Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:22 am

Fall 1966
Louise
Part I
A Pleasant Surprise
(f/f)
During the last story, I surprised every one of my friends when I was able to capture all four of our adversaries, Andrew (10), David (10), Angela (10), and Donald (9), pretty much by myself, with only one arm.
It was a few weeks after that game, in the middle of November, a Wednesday. Ordinarily, we wouldn’t be playing tie-up games in the middle of the week. Henry (8), Angela’s little brother, had asked me to help him do his homework, and being a good friend, I agreed. We spent an hour playing in the school’s playground before heading home. My arm was by that time, just okay, and it was scheduled to be checked by the doctor that weekend. Still, I refrained from the roughest activity because of that, and we mostly played games that were tame like marbles and cards, we explored the school buildings (even if we knew every nook and cranny by now, we still like to just walk around) and the forest at its back, and we even spent time in the library (Mostly me. Henry wasn’t too thrilled. Like my brother, I was a bookworm, and sometimes, I’d spent my time [with my brother or me just alone] there just reading books until the library and school itself closed for the day. I mostly read those children’s science and history books, my favourite subjects, while sometimes, I read stories. We all live close enough to home that we can just walk from school to our homes, without any trouble.). We tried to do his homework in the library, but we turned out to be too noisy and rather than risk being scolded by the librarian and her staff, we opted to do the homework at his house.
As soon as we reached the front yard, Henry dashed to the door, peeking on the open window besides the door. He suddenly stopped. He put his head in the window, leaned forward a little and stayed in that position for a little while. I was wondering what was going on. He laughed quietly when he came back to me. I was about to ask him what was going on when he signalled me with his hands to be quiet and look inside.
I wondered Henry has seen, so I, as quiet as a cat, immediately followed him. Curiously, I went to the side of the door where the open window was, and peeked inside. What I saw floored me.
Louise (9), our new friend, was sitting on the couch. Her eyes were covered with a white blindfold, and her mouth was wrapped with a scarf. I could not see her lips, but by the looks of her cheeks, the scarf was tightly tied, and by the sounds that we could hear on the open window, her mouth was packed. White rope tightly tied her ankles, and her hands were out of sight behind her back—presumably and certainly, tied too. There was a rope circling her waist twice and was knotted in front. She was wearing what she wore to school that day, a brown dress with the hem halfway between her knees and ankles. She was wearing black mary jane shoes, with long white socks which came to just below her knee, which meant that none of the skin of her legs was visible.
This was too good to be true. It most likely, it most certainly, was the work of Angela, who among us was the closest to Louise. Aside from the fact that Angela lives here, of course.
“Let’s get in the back door,” Henry suggested. “We can surprise her.”
I nodded, and Henry led me to the back door. We went as quietly as we could so as to not alert Louise of our presence.
We entered the kitchen, where Mrs. Dale, Angela’s Mom, was making some snacks. Mr. Dale won’t be home till just before dinner.
“Hi Mom,” Henry said in a soft voice. “Where’s my sister?” he asked.
“Oh she went out to get some of her friends,” she said. “Louise is in the living room, if you haven’t seen her.”
Henry and I just looked at each other. This was even better! I can’t believe that Angela left Louise like this, alone and all tied up!
“We saw her, Mrs. Dale,” I replied.
“Yes. She’s tied up. My daughter asked me to watch her while she’s out, but not to tell her that she’s gone,” she said. “She asked me to not to untie her, but I said that I’d have to untie Louise if she was gone too long.”
With that, we went to the living room as quietly as we could. It was clear she didn’t hear us, as she sometimes gave a tug in her arms but otherwise remained still as she sat where she was. I looked at her wrist bonds behind her, and it was wrapped in tightly in white rope, cinched tight, like her ankle bonds.
I suddenly grabbed her shoulders with my good hand, then roared as loud as I could.
She immediately screamed, or what passed as a scream. It was barely audible. She fell to her side as she tried to scoot away from me, unsuccessfully.
Henry and I laughed.
“Don’t worry, it’s me. Sorry,” I said as Henry and I helped her back to a sitting position. “Are you okay?”
She seemed to calm once she heard my voice. She nodded.
“Angela did this to you, didn’t she?” Henry asked.
She nodded again.
I reached and untied the scarf. I couldn’t believe it. The scarf was very long, and it was wrapped twice around her head. The second layer above apparently hid fact that the first layer was pulled between her teeth, and a large knot in the center of the scarf was pulled behind her teeth, filled the front of her mouth and kept her mouth open.
As soon as I removed the scarf, I extracted an enormous wad from her mouth, which consisted of a wadded washcloth.
“Tom, Henry?” she asked in a soft whisper like voice.
“Yes, it’s me,” I said.
“Yup!” Henry acknowledged.
“You bad boy! You scared me to death! I thought you were some kind of creep or something!” she chided.
“Hey, you’re not wrong! Tom here is a creep!!” Henry laughed.
“Shut up you creep,” I sneered at Henry.
“Thanks. Will you untie me?” she asked.
I laughed. “You know us better than that.”
“So I guess I’ll stay tied up until Angela sets me free?”
“Yup!” Henry said. “How did you end up tied up? I reckon you finally made up your mind about being tied-up?”
She nodded.
“How long were you tied up?” I asked.
“About fifteen minutes,” she replied. “Where’s Angela?”
“I don’t know,” I asked. Suddenly, I had a bright idea. “Hey, wanna play a trick on her?”
“Does it involve me being untied?” she asked.
“No. But I promise you it’ll be fun!” I said.
She pouted when she learned she wasn’t going to be untied anytime soon, but smiled. “Okay. But this better be good!”
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### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Part I

Post by Wyatt9999 » Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:59 am

Aw man I can't belive your parents are cool with this I would love to have lived where you are so I could paly with you I've never been in a tug game before

### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Part I

Post by Jason Toddman » Sun Feb 20, 2011 7:42 am

> Wyatt9999 wrote:Aw man I can't belive your parents are cool with this I would love to have lived where you are so I could paly with you I've never been in a tug game before

Even though I was in a great many I was always the one tied up. I'd have loved being in on this myself so that I could have been on the other end too. Unlike you, I was even the right age to be... just in the wrong place, apparently. *sigh* Oh well, in hindsight I can't complain (no Tugs at all? Gawd I can't even imagine that somehow) but would have loved to have been with friends (girls as well as boys) my own age who let me join in rather than just be the tie-up toy of my older brother and HIS friends, as I was back in 1966 (I hadn't learned to enjoy being the only one being tied up at age 10 as I would do as a teenager, when it was MY friends doing the tying rather my brother's friends).
Anyway, sounds like the start of a nice new installment.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Part I

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Feb 21, 2011 12:13 pm

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

### Fall 1966 - Louise - Part II

Post by Tom Ford » Wed Feb 23, 2011 1:48 am

To Wyatt999, yes, by and large they tolerate our games, and in some case, even participate in them, as long as we follow their rules and it was all in good fun.
To Jason Toddman and sarumansauron, thank you for the comments.
Fall 1966
Part II
The Missing Captive
(f/f)
I asked Henry to untie her feet. He did so, and I asked her to stand up.
“I can’t. My knees are tied up,” she said.
I looked at her. Her dress concealed the fact that her knees are tied. I wanted to pull it up so I can untie her knees, but I don’t want to accidentally touch any parts or be accused of being a peeping Tom. We usually tie girls’ knees over their dresses, so this usually isn’t a problem, but Angela tied her knees under the dress, so it was difficult for boys like us to untie her, unless we were her close relative. Besides, I didn’t know her as long as Angela and the others, and we weren’t as close to her as we were with the other girls.
Henry quickly ran towards the kitchen, and a minute later, came back with his Mom. He explained our problem to her.
She quickly told us to go to the kitchen and that she’ll call us in a little while.
Henry and I obeyed her and we went to the kitchen. I told Henry that he should put back Louise’s gag when we return. After about ten minutes, Mrs. Dale called us back.
Louise was now standing and walking about tentatively, but her eyes were still blindfolded and she was guided by Mrs. Dale. I can see an extra coil of rope on the floor, which was the one used on Louise’s knees.
“Well, here she is. You better be nice to her, or I’ll call off this game and you’ll have to untie her,” Mrs. Dale warned as she led Louise back to the couch and asked her to sit down.
“Yes Mrs. Dale,” I replied.
“Yes Mom,” Henry answered even as he gathered the used washcloth in his hands.
However, Mrs. Dale snatched the saliva sodden washcloth from Henry’s hands. I was despondent until she pulled a clean handkerchief from her pocket. “Use this instead,” she said, before leaving.
“Thank you, Mrs. Dale,” Louise said as she heard her leave.
“What happened?” I asked as soon as Mrs. Dale was out of sight.
“She asked why I was tied up, and I told her that it was a game between Angela and I,” Louise narrated. “She said that she wouldn’t untie me or remove my blindfold then because she doesn’t want to interfere, but that if I was tied up too long, she’d asked that I be freed.”
“Oh. How long is too long?” I asked.
“Mrs. Dale said two hours,” Louise replied.
“Oh,” I said. “What else?”
“That’s it,” Louise replied.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes, I’m sure. That’s the only thing she said,” she answered.
I decided to regag her. “Could you open your mouth wide?”
“I don’t want to be gagged,” she whined.
“You don’t have a choice,” I said. “If you don’t want to, then you don’t have to. But it’s part of the tie-up game. When you agreed to be tied up, it carries with it the agreement to be gagged. I’ll untie you now if that is what you want. ”
“No, no, no,” she said. “Okay, you can gag me.”
“Open wide,” I said.
She obediently did, and Henry, who had wadded his mom’s handkerchief, pushed the cloth inside her open mouth. Mrs. Dale handed us a big hankerchief, so it filled every crevice of her mouth. Henry poked carefully, and I made sure that it wasn’t pushed too far back.
I wanted badly to be the one to gag this cute girl right in front of me, but having only one functional arm limited my participation.
I used my free hand to cover her mouth while Henry picked up the long scarf. I removed my hand from her mouth just in time for Henry to push the scarf’s big center knot behind her teeth, pushing the cloth inside her mouth even deeper. He pulled it tight behind her head, then wrapped it a second time over the first layer of scarf before tying it tight behind her head. He got a roll of duct tape, apparently wanting to tape her face over the scarf, but I signalled him that it was enough. He put the tape back on the couch.
I removed the blindfold from her eyes, and she blinked a few times in order to get her eyes used to the light. She looked at me, then at Henry, both of us smiling. She tried to talk, but it came out a garbled mess.
“Yes, we know that we’re so great, but thanks for saying it anyway,” Henry replied, resisting the urge to laugh.
“Nphhh uhhh ummphhh,” she replied, shaking her head, clearly frustrated about her inability to talk.
“I know,” I replied. “We are not bad, and we’re not uncool.”
Apparently, she didn’t yet get that no matter what she says, or how she said it, she won’t be understood.
She tried to shout at us, but it was very faint, not louder than a loud whisper.
“But seriously, are you okay?” I asked.
She looked at me and said something I can’t understand.
“Look, if you want to answer yes, just nod like this,” I said, nodding my head to demonstrate. “And shake your head like this.” I demonstrated the shaking of the head. “Trust me, this is the only type of communication you can have while gagged. Now, are you okay?”
She looked at me, smiled with her eyes, and nodded.
“C’mon,” I said. “We’ll hide you in Henry’s room. I’ll stay here and pretend that you haven’t arrived yet.”
She nodded before Henry escorted her out of the living room. They went upstairs, where Henry and Angela’s room were, while I remained downstairs, on the living room, waiting for Angela to arrive.
I have not long to wait, for after five minutes, Angela arrived with none other than Nancy (8) and Cathy (7), David’s little sisters. Nancy was wearing a long gray full pleated skirt that reached to within an inch of her ankles with a white blouse and a wool grey jacket, while Cathy was wearing a light blue pleated dress the hem of which goes halfway between her ankles and knees. She was wearing a brown jacket. Both were still wearing their schoolbags, an indication that they came straight from school. Angela herself was wearing a knee length dark pleated red dress. She was wearing a matching red sweater.
I was reading one of my school textbooks when they arrived. I quickly put it in my bag when I saw them.
Angela was surprised and flustered, while the two Scott sisters were curious.
“So he’s the surprise you’re talking to us about?” asked Nancy, looking around the living room before finally settling her eyes on me.
“No. Tommy, what, have you seen? What are you doing here?” Angela, nervous and agitated upon seeing only me at the living room, asked.
“I’m here to help Henry in his homework,” I honestly answered. It was true. I was going to help him, and I did, later at least. “Did you see your brother Henry? We’ve got get the homework thing done. I need to go home early.”
“No. Henry wasn’t here when I left a couple of minutes ago. Anyway, did you see anyone else here?” Angela asked.
“Oh Louise was here. She said that you went out and she was waiting for you,” I said, then told my lie. “She said she couldn’t wait because you were too long and that she’s got to go home.”
Angela’s face turned to red as she began to breathe slowly. “Where’s Mom?” she asked. The two Scott sisters (Nancy and Cathy) just looked on, having no idea of what was happening.
“In the kitchen,” I replied.
She was silent for a moment, then ran towards the kitchen. “Mom! YOU PROMISED ME YOU WON’T FREE HER!” she yelled.
At that point, I lost it, and I was laughing hard. Nancy and Cathy looked at me puzzled. “What’s so funny?” Nancy asked.
I simply laughed on the couch.
“Tom, c’mon! What’s so funny!” Cathy asked.
But I simply said that they’ll find out soon enough, and it was a surprise.
So we quietly waited for Angela to come back. I was holding back snickers while they looked at me, puzzled.
A minute later, Angela stormed back. “I knew it! That’s not funny!” she said. “Now where’s Louise? Mom said that she was with you. And Henry is here!”
I was too busy laughing. “Oh I don’t know. You just have to find her.”
“What’s going on?” Cathy asked.
“Oh just follow me, you two,” Angela said to the two girls. “I have an idea on where they are.”
I followed the two, and sure enough, we discovered them in Henry’s room.
“Aha! There you are!” I heard Angela shout. “I knew it! I knew it! I knew you would hide her here!”
I quickly went to where they were and saw that Louise was sitting on her bed, giggling into her gag. Her ankles were tied but it was tied rather loosely by a folded handkerchief. Henry was laughing.
Nancy and Cathy were bewildered. “So this is what you’re going to show us?” asked Nancy.
“Yes,” Angela said as she went to Henry’s toy box and grabbed two water pistols. She pointed it at the two girls. “And you two are going to join them!”
I was shocked, and Angela must have seen the expression on my face. “Oh don’t be surprised Tom! Ever since David tied them up, I knew that I won’t get in trouble as long as I don’t tie any of your relatives younger than nine in your house or in Maggie’s house.”
It’s true. The nine year old rule only applied to our family and our home. My brother and I and Donald would not dare tie up someone younger than nine, even if that nine year old was from another family and consented, and no one of our group would tie up someone of our family who is younger than nine. It would invite the wrath of our parents, as it did when we later violated it.
But Nancy and Cathy were not of our family, and thus, not subject to the rule, Angela who would be doing the tying also was not subject to the rule, and we were at her house. So technically, Nancy and Cathy were free to be tied up, which sounded like a contradiction of terms, but made sense to us.
Nancy and Cathy just looked at each other. “You mean you brought us here just to tie us up?”
“Yes,” Angela icily said. “I planned it all! Except having Tom and Henry meddle. Now do it!” she commanded.
“Do what?” asked Nancy, still bewildered by it all. Both giggled but raised their hands nonetheless.
Angela threw one of the pistols to me, which I caught with my free right hand, and the other one to Henry. “Guard them well,” she instructed us as she got another toy gun from Henry’s toy box.
“Brother, could you get my stuff from my room. I’ll tie them up,” Angela asked her younger brother.
He nodded and left. I was in no danger of being tied up, but I can’t tie anyone, so I just chatted with them. It turned out that Angela met them as they were going home from school. David was with them, but Angela persuaded him to let his sisters go with her. David would go here in an hour to pick up his sisters, as their parents were strict about being home early. Both sisters had no idea that they were going to be tied up that afternoon. They knew we played this games, and they themselves were tied up several times by their brother David, but they simply didn’t think it was going to happen this day.
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### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise II - The Missing Captive (Updated!!)

Post by Jason Toddman » Wed Feb 23, 2011 7:04 am

It's a surprise I would have probably enjoyed thoroughly myself - and one which I did when I was older. But whenever I visited one of my brother's friends (with or without my brother along) I knew fully well that a tie-up was on the agenda and therefore no surprise. St least when I was older it was less certain and therefore more surprising.
Nice installment.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise II - The Missing Captive (Updated!!)

Post by sarumansauron » Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:31 am

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

### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise II - The Missing Captive (Updated!!)

Post by Wyatt9999 » Wed Feb 23, 2011 2:45 pm

awesome too bad your arms still broken

### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise II - The Missing Captive (Updated!!)

Post by viking » Wed Feb 23, 2011 11:33 pm

so far this story gave me a good laugh. it's kind of funny how you tricked angela and how it all turned out so far.
i'm really looking forward to read the continue of this
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Fall 1966 - Louise - Part III

Post by Tom Ford » Sat Feb 26, 2011 3:04 am

To Jason Toddman, Wyatt9999, sarumansauron, and Viking, thanks again!
Hope you like this new installment!!!
Fall 1966
Louise
Part III
Angela Ties Up Nancy and Cathy
(f/fff)
Now a plan began to formulate in my mind to tie up Angela as well, but there was a problem. I can’t tie competently with only one hand, while Henry was wretched at knots. Four girls at my mercy! That is something! But I was determined not to let this golden opportunity go to waste.
Before anything came of my fantasies, Henry came back with a bag. Angela grabbed the bag, and brought out ropes—lots of it, as well as handkerchiefs, bandanas, and a roll of duct tape.
“Don’t worry! I know for a fact that your brother David ties you up lots of times since he first tied you up. Remember that time when we pretended to tie up Louise?”
Both girls nodded with a look of apprehension, but their true feelings were betrayed when they giggled.
Louise only looked wide eyed at the entire proceedings. She tried to talk, but the only thing that came out was a garbled mess which no one could understand.
I was the only one to notice it, or at least I thought so. The others ignored her, and when she tried to get their attention, she was mocked.
“Oh Louise, so you want to be gagged longer? That’s great!” Angela replied, smiling as she prepared the rope to use on Nancy and Cathy.
Louise shook her head and mmpphhh more.
“So you don’t want to be ungagged and untied,” Angela exclaimed.
Louise grunted in frustration. We really didn’t know what she was trying to tell us, and we don’t have any plans of finding out anytime soon.
She looked at us with frustration, and finally fell back and lied down on the bed.
Angela in the meantime pulled Nancy’s hands behind her, tied it vertically and horizontally, then cinched it tight between her hands. Nancy was giggling all over. The wrist ropes, after being knotted, had long trailing ends which were to be used to wrap around her waist rather tightly then knotted in front.
“Oh you’re enjoying yourself,” I mentioned.
Cathy tried to bolt, but Henry chased her and dragged her back to his room, where he held her in a bear hug. Since he is a year older, and was stronger, Cathy couldn’t free herself from Henry’s grip. But her giggles and her expressions indicated she that didn’t mind being held by Henry.
“Good work, little brother,” Angela said as she searched the pockets of Nancy’s skirt, and extracted a folded handkerchief. “Thank you Nancy for bringing this,” she said as she wadded it into a tiny ball. “Open up and open wide.”
Nancy opened her mouth to accept the wad. She couldn’t stop giggling, so Angela stopped it for her by putting the wad inside her mouth. I thought it was too big for her little mouth but somehow it fit and filled every crevice of her mouth.
“Could you cover her mouth with your hand?” Angela asked me.
I of course did so. I put the water pistol that I was holding with my right hand down then covered Nancy’s mouth as Angela ripped a long piece of tape.
I removed my hand as Angela asked Nancy to purse her lips together over the wad. I again picked up the water pistol.
Nancy put her lips together before Angela taped her mouth. The long piece stretched from ear to ear. She smoothened it over her skin before ripping another piece of tape and put it on over the first tape, this time it went over her chin, then another tape, right up to her nostrils. Poor Nancy! But gagged, she laughed. It was faint, but if it were not for the layers of tape and cloth, it would’ve been loud. Finally, Angela took the trailing ends of her wrist bonds—she used a long white rope—wrapped it around Nancy’s waist twice before tightly knotting it. The reason was simple—to prevent her from bringing her bound arms in front. But I doubt she would have the experience to try it even if she could.
She finally was sat on the bed. Angela finished it off by tying her ankles then her knees. She pulled her skirt up so her knees, but nothing else, were visible, tied her bare knees with rope, then pulled the skirt down on to hide the ropes on her knees.
She then noticed the sloppy work Henry did with Louise’s feet. “Oh Henry. I should teach you how to tie, but then, you’d want nothing better than to tie me up, little brother,” she said as she untied the handkerchief from Louise’s feet, took a rope, and tied her ankles rather tightly.
“Are your knees tied up?” asked Angela.
Louise nodded.
Angela smiled, briefly pulled her dress up to the knee, which showed that it wasn’t really tied up, then pulled it back down. “I don’t think so,” she said as she again pulled her dress up to tie her knees. After tying her knees, she pulled back her dress down, hiding the ropes on her knees, took another rope, and tied her feet at the calves just above the hem of her dress. “There, now your dress won’t ride up when you struggle,” she said. “If you don’t want me to tie your feet three times…” Angela said, then paused before continuing. “Next time, if you only want to be tied at the feet twice, wear a dress that reaches to you ankles. That way, I’ll only have to tie your knees and ankles. If you wear a skirt that reaches to your knees, I’ll still tie you up thrice, on your knees, you ankles, and on your knees again above your skirt.”
I was impressed. She had tied Louise’s lower limbs three times.
She finished by getting another piece of rope, and tied Nancy’s legs just above her ankles, which is where the hem of her skirt ended, above her skirt.
“There! All nicely packaged and wrapped!” she smiled. She then looked at poor Cathy. “Your turn!”
Cathy’s smile has disappeared, but the seven year old submitted to the older girl. “Don’t worry. You’re still little, so I’ll take it easy on you. But don’t expect it to be less tighter than your sister.”
Henry let her go, and Cathy walked towards Angela.
With a sense of foreboding, she walked towards her, turned around, and put her hands behind her back.
“Atta girl!” Angela chirpily said as she tied Cathy’s hands crisscrossed behind her back. She tied it vertically then horizontally, then cinched it tight. She then gathered the trailing ends, tightly wrapped it around her waist a couple of times—she had a small waist—then knotted it in front.
While she was tying up Cathy, I noticed that the water pistol that I was holding was empty. I quickly but quietly motioned to Angela’s younger brother to refill it.
Henry understood, grabbed the water pistol from my hands, and ran out the room. Angela was so busy tying Cathy up that she didn’t notice, or at least pretended not to notice, Henry leave.
Angela did the same procedure she did with Nancy—gag first then feet.
She searched the pockets of Cathy’s dress, and found a folded handkerchief in her pocket. She wadded it further into a smaller mass, then put in Cathy’s open mouth. The little girl didn’t need to be told to open her mouth because she knew what would happen next. Luckily for her, her handkerchief was smaller than that of her sister.
Angela put the wad in her mouth rather easily. Cathy put her lips together as soon as the wad is in, and kept the cloth in her mouth as Angela ripped of a long strip, although shorter than the one he used on Nancy. She plastered it over her closed lips, then smoothed it over, covering her face from ear to ear. She then used additional strips to further silence her, covering the lower part of her face with gray.
“Now that’s a nice quiet little girl,” Angela said, patting Cathy on the head, smiling. “Are you okay?”
The seven year old girl nodded.
Her captor gave a visible sigh of relief. She was afraid that she might have gone too far with Cathy, but obviously, it was okay.
She then proceeded with her legs. She first tied her ankles. Then, like what she did to Louise and Nancy, pulled her dress so she can tie her knees, then pulled it down again to hide the knee ropes. After that, she tied her calves between her ankles and knees to keep the dress from riding up.
Henry returned with the filled water gun, but Angela was so busy with Cathy that she ignored him. I quickly took the water pistol with my uninjured right hand. “Are you finished with the two?” I asked.
“Not yet!” Angela said. She took two large handkerchiefs, folded it into a large triangle, then tied it over the already taped mouths of Cathy and Nancy, hiding the tape from the outside.
“So are you finished?” I asked.
“No,” said Angela as got the roll of tape, then taped the knots of the ropes in front, since all of the ropes used on their wrists had long trailing ends that were wrapped around their waists and knotted in front—at the belly. “That way, they can’t undo each other’s knots,” she whispered. “I don’t have to separate them. They can seat next to each other and they can’t do anything.”
“Nice one, Angie,” I said. “Are you finished?” I was already becoming impatient.
“Yes. I’m finally done,” she said, smiling at the three bound and gagged captives.
I decided to act.
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### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Updated!!! Chapter III

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Feb 28, 2011 8:35 am

Good chapter 3! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Updated!!! Chapter III

Post by Jason Toddman » Mon Feb 28, 2011 8:45 am

I always considered deviousness an admirable quality when it came to TUGs! My cousins taught me proper appreciation of guile as a virtue!
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Fall 1966 - Louise - Chapter IV

Post by Tom Ford » Tue Mar 01, 2011 7:40 am

Thanks to Jason Toddman and sarumansauron.
Fall 1966
Louise
Part IV
Angela Captive
(Fmm/f+)
Her back was facing me. I pointed my pistol at the back of her head, pulled the trigger, but only a little. I don’t want her hair to be drenched, only to signify that she was my prisoner and that she should do as I say.
She immediately turned around, and gasped when she saw my smirking face and the pistol pointed at her.
“You are now my prisoner,” I grimly announced.
That resulted in a burst of giggles from her bound prisoners.
She was speechless, but the laughter jolted her. “Oh shut up! You’re not free, and I don’t think Tom here would free you even if they manage to get me tied up!” she snapped at her three captives.
She then turned to me. “I can’t believe it! I should’ve never have trusted you!” She smiled. “But you can’t tie me up, can you? Not with one hand. And Henry doesn’t know how to tie yet.”
She got me there. I turned to Henry. “Henry, do you have handcuffs?” I asked.
He shook his head.
I was crestfallen. How am I going to tie Angela?
Suddenly, Henry spoke. “I’ve got an idea!” he shouted. “Wait for me here,” he hurriedly said, and before we can ask the pipsqueak what his idea was, he ran out of the door.
Angela and I only shrugged. Even though I had a pistol pointed at her, we carried on a normal conversation about events at school that day while waiting for him to return.
A minute later, Henry came back with his Mom in tow.
We were flabbergasted.
Before we could explain, Henry explained my predicament and asked Mrs. Dale to tie-up her own daughter. We were nervous, afraid of her reaction.
After Henry’s explanation, Mrs. Dale quickly inspected the bonds of Louise, Nancy, and Cathy. “Are you okay?” she asked the bound captives.
They all nodded.
“Did you consent to be tied up?” she asked.
They nodded again.
“Did Angela tie you up?”
The three girls nodded.
“Angela, is it true that by your rules, you should be tied up?” Mrs. Dale asked.
“Yes Mom, but—”
“In that case, young Lady, you’d better put your hands behind you,” she said, smiling.
Angela growled in frustration but complied. Mrs. Dale took one of the innumerable ropes scattered along the floor, and tied her daughter’s wrists. She wrapped it in crisscross fashion, first vertically then horizontally, then tightly cinching.
“I would’ve made it looser, but since you tied all of them tighter than this, then I guess you won’t mind,” Mrs. Dale said after tying her daughter’s hands. She then imitated her daughter’s technique by wrapping around Angela’s waist the long trailing ends of the wrist ropes and knotting them in front, and taping the knots.
Angela tested the bonds, and she knew was stuck.
“Now, sit dear, besides your friends,” Mrs. Dale told Angela, and Angela sat on the bed besides Louise.
Mrs. Dale tied Angela’s ankles, then her knees under the dress, then on the shins on top of the hem of her dress.
“Henry, you wouldn’t mind if I use your handkerchiefs for her gag?” Mrs. Dale asked his son.
“No Mom. You can use all my handkerchiefs to gag her if you like,” Henry replied.
“Henry! I’ll get you for this,” Angela threatened. She then turned to her mother. “Mom, can you please promise me that you’ll untie me first? They’re my captives, and I’m the one who should free them. They can’t be free unless I say so!”
“Alright, dear,” Mrs. Dale said as she opened the eight-year-old’s drawer and took a rather large handkerchief. She wadded it into a ball, then put it in her daughter’s mouth. She then, imitating what Angela did to the girls, used a couple of strips of tape on her mouth, covering her face from ear to ear, from nose to below the chin. She then used another one of Henry’s handkerchief to cover her lower face cowboy style, thus hiding the tape.
“How come you know to tie and gag, Mrs. Dale?” I asked, nervously.
“Oh I used to play this type of games when I was a little girl,” she said as she gagged her daughter. “The knots were the same, but we didn’t have the free use of so much duct tape then,” she remarked. “And I sometimes tie Henry and Angela up instead of spanking them when they need to be punished, though since you started to play these games, I don’t think its effective since she seems to enjoy being tied up.”
I simply nodded as Mrs. Dale told her story. Now, Mrs. Tompkins, Frank’s Mom, my own Mom, and Aunt Rachel, Donald and Maggie’s Mom, not only tolerated our games, but in some ways, participated in it. But to us, it wasn’t unusual, as tying each other up for fun was seen as normal as playing ball or swimming in the local pool.
“Well, I still have work to do,” she said. “Boys, be nice to them. Don’t keep them tied up too long,” she warned.
Henry wanted to tickle them, but I decided not to tickle them because it might frighten Louise and Cathy. “Well, let’s do your homework,” I said, mentioning the forgotten reason why I came to Henry’s house in the first place.
The girls started to gagtalk to each other. Louise tried to talk to Angela, and Angela responded in kind. The conversation went on like this for a few minutes.
“Mmmpphhhp!”
“Mmmpphhh ummphhh mmphhh!”
“Mmmpphh mmpphh?”
“Ummppn!
And so on and so forth. I later asked both girls what they said to each other, and both indicated to me that they had no clue what the other was talking about, but they just pretended that the other understood what they were trying to say and they replied on that assumption. Both said that it was both frustrating, and fun.
I helped Henry do his homework. While I was doing that, Nancy and Cathy managed to stand up, and hop their way to the door. It was left open by Angela’s mother when she left the room.
“Uh oh,” Henry said when he turned around saw that the two sisters were missing.
I turned around, and immediately jumped. I stupidly asked Angela and Louise where they went, and was rewarded with undecipherable grunts. I immediately run out, and saw no sign of them.
I went to Angela’s room, and there, I can see Nancy and Cathy sitting on the bed, laughing at me. I immediately hopped them back to Henry’s room, where I tied them back to back while sitting on the floor.
“That should hold you,” I said, before going back to finish Henry’s homework.
When we were finished, we were prepared to have a bit of fun with the girls, but it was interrupted by Mrs. Dale, who entered the room.
“I’m sorry, but I have finished making a snack for you kids,” she said. “I’ll untie them now and you can retie them after we had our snacks.”
Henry and I just nodded, disappointed that the game would end so soon.
Mrs. Dale ungagged her daughter, but as soon as Angela was ungagged, she complained that the other girls were still her captives and she should decide when they should be freed.
“Now, don’t be unreasonable,” Mrs. Dale scolded. “You can’t expect them to remain tied up here while you eat, and this time, I won’t allow for them to be fed while their hands are tied.”
Angela seemed dejected, but brightened when she had an idea. “Well, I could have them tied to the chairs—their feet will remain tied up—but I’ll untie their arms and hands so they can eat.”
“Well, that’s okay with me as long as you suffer the same fate as them,” Mrs. Dale said. “After all, it’s only fair, since you yourself remain the boys’ captives.”
Angela nodded as Mrs. Dale untied her feet and legs and knees, then proceeded to do the same to the other girls. Meanwhile, Henry and I gathered the ropes.
The girls were marched to the kitchen, and we sat them on the dining table. Henry, with a little help from me, tied them to the chairs. They were arranged around the table as such: Mrs. Dale’s seat was at the end of the table. On her left were Angela, myself, and Nancy. On her right were Henry, Cathy, and Louise. Henry then untied their hands and arms, while I sternly warned them not to untie themselves from the chairs. They agreed and removed their gags. We threw away the used tape while Mrs. Dale put away the cloth that were stuffed in their mouths and were now sodden with saliva. She came back with clean handkerchiefs, which she handed to us, telling us to use them after the snack if we still wanted to continue the tie-up game.
After that, Mrs. Dale served our snack, which consisted of sandwiches and orange juice. We all chatted, mostly about tie up games, but also of other things.
“So, Louise, are you having fun?” I asked.
She giggled, then nodded before taking another bite of her sandwich.
“So, is it official? Will you join our tie-up club?” Angela asked.
Mrs. Dale laughed. “Oh I must warn you, you’d be tied up a lot if you say yes, and not only by my daughter here, but also by the boys. Isn’t that right, Tom?”
I nodded.
“Um, can I tie you up too?” Louise asked.
“Yes, if you can,” I replied, “but there are rules on that. If you can grab someone and tie them up, well do it! But remember, don’t tie someone who doesn’t want to be tied up.”
“Well, yes, I want to join you! It’s fun!” Louise stated, delighting all of us.
After the snacks were done, Angle announced that the other girls would be tied up again. “Okay, since snack time is over, I want you to put your hands behind the chair,” she said.
There were some good natured complaints, but the three other girls complied. The chairs’ back were too wide to put their arms completely around it, but it has wide slots at the back that permitted their arms to be inserted comfortably.
Nancy said, “But how are you going to tie us up? You’d be tied up too?”
Angela turned to me. “Tom, get some rope and tie their hands behind the chairs, and gag them too!”
I was happy to comply, and with Henry accompanying me, I went to Angela’s room and got enough rope to tie up an army. However, I had the same problem as before. I can’t tie using only one hand. I explained that to Henry, who simply called his Mom and asked her to tie the girls for us. Surprisingly, she agreed, and using long pieces of rope, Mrs. Dale tied the four girls’ hands (including Angela’s) behind the chair, at the wrists, wrapping it vertically then horizontally, in crisscross fashion, before tightly cinching it between their hands.
At the same time, Henry busied himself with the gags. Using the handkerchiefs that his mother brought down, he first stuffed each one into the four girls’ mouths, then carefully taped a couple of strips over their lips to seal the wad inside.
“Take care and play safe,” Mrs. Dale said before leaving us to our own devices.
Henry and I then discussed whether or not to tickle them. Normally, it wouldn’t be a debate, but we didn’t want to scare Louise from future tie up games, so we refrained, for now.
We decided another form of torture. We pinched their cheeks, shook them, scared them, and finally, we went to the living room to watch TV. The girls, we could hear, proceeded to talk, or rather, to grunt at each other.
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### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Chapter IV posted (Angela Captive)

Post by Jason Toddman » Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:34 am

This is one understanding mom! I'd have died of embrassment has my mom found out abut my adolesecent TUGs, thugh she found out about the ones I had with my brother and his friends in childhood. She knew those weren't all my idea though so never knew until much later I'd gotten nto new TUGs with my cousins later. She'd have freaked!!!
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Chapter IV posted (Angela Captive)

Post by sarumansauron » Tue Mar 01, 2011 12:49 pm

> Jason Toddman wrote:This is one understanding mom! I'd have died of embrassment has my mom found out abut my adolesecent TUGs, thugh she found out about the ones I had with my brother and his friends in childhood. She knew those weren't all my idea though so never knew until much later I'd gotten nto new TUGs with my cousins later. She'd have freaked!!!

My mother also, if he had discovered, but as, unhappily I had few adolescent TUGs, she never discovered. Good chapter IV. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Fall 1966 - Louise - Chapter V

Post by Tom Ford » Tue Mar 08, 2011 7:10 am

Sorry for the delay. I've been really busy this past few days.
To Jason Toddman, sarumansauron, our parents never really minded us playing tie-up games. As long as we follow certain rules and we don't take our playing too far.
Fall 1966
Louise
Part V
Preparing to Go Home
(m/ff), (F/ffff)
Fifteen minutes later, David (10) arrived to fetch his two sisters. To say that he was surprised was an understatement. Well, he wasn’t surprised about his sisters being tied up. Rather, he was shocked to see Louise tied up.
“Louise? Welcome to the club, for real!” David laughed as he patted Louise on the head.
“Mmmppphhh!” Louise said, shaking her head in every direction.
He then went to his sister Nancy. “Aw! Little sister is tied-up,” he mocked while ruffling her hair a bit, though not much too really mess it up.
Nancy merely grunted. “Mmmpphhh.”
“You want me to mess up your hair? Well, thank you, but maybe next time,” he said as he jumped towards his other sister, Cathy.
“You okay, Cathy?” he asked.
“Mmpphhh,” she nodded.
“Good,” he said. “Sorry, but the fun is over. We need to go home,” he said, seriously.
Angela started to act up.
“Angela said that she should be the one to decide when to untie them,” I said. “She said that she has to be untied first before the two girls.”
“Oh really?” David said. “I don’t think you’re in a position to dictate terms to me, but I’ll ask you just the same, will you let me untie my sisters?”
Angela shook her head.
“You refuse? We really need to go home. Well, I think I know what I’ll do! My sisters will go home tied up! Do you like that, Nancy, Cathy? I’d like you to walk free, but Angela here doesn’t want to let you go!”
The two sisters looked at each other. Cathy shrugged as best she could, while Nancy just rolled her eyes.
I carefully peeled off the tape from Angela’s mouth. “Well?” I asked as I removed the handkerchief in her mouth.
“This, I gotta see! I want to accompany you on your little trip,” she said. “I insist you untie me right now!”
I laughed. “You want to join them? Well, you’d have to do it tied up and gagged. Do you still want to accompany the two sisters?”
“Yes,” she answered without hesitation. “Just make sure you hide the ropes and tape. Untie me, quick, I’ll go get some scarves and other things to hide the ropes!”
Henry and I were curious, so despite myself, I asked Henry to untie Angela.
“Keep those three tied up while I get my things,” she shouted as she ran towards her room the moment she was free.
The three girls still tied up—Louise, Cathy, and Nancy, looked at each other and began mmpphhing a “conversation.” What was Angela up to?
David, Henry and I talked to each other while waiting for Angela.
Five minutes later, she returned with her mother carrying a couple of scarves, a bundle of handkerchiefs, oversized coats and jackets and the like.
We wondered what those things were for.
Mrs. Dale first asked the two sisters if they were okay with David’s idea.
Nancy and Cathy nodded vigorously.
With that, they untied them from their chairs (I watched), but kept the gags on. As soon as they were free of the chairs, they promptly retied their hands behind their backs. David tied Nancy’s hands, crossed, with white rope, vertically then horizontally, then tightly cinched. David then wrapped the trailing ends around her waist before knotting it at the back.
Angela did the same to Cathy, but instead of wrapping the trailing ends around Cathy’s waist, she simply wrapped it around and around her wrists before cinching it again then knotting it tight.
Mrs. Dale then got one of Angela’s coats and put it on Nancy. Its arms were stuffed with newspapers to simulate the arms. Mrs. Dale then put the ends of it’s the coat’s arms pinned together by safety pins inside a muff. The coat, which hid her bound arms, was long enough to reach to the knees. Then, Angela wrapped one of the scarves around her mouth and neck, hiding the gag. Finally, she put a warm bonnet on her head. We stepped back, and it looked like she was bundled up for the cold weather. But unless you looked in really close, you wouldn’t notice that she was tied up and gagged.
She looked at herself in the mirror, and she perked up. She was actually excited about this.
Cathy walked in front of the mirror. Angela and Mrs. Dale put on the coat on her, which, like Nancy’s coat, has it arms stuffed with newspapers and its ends pinned inside a muff, nicely concealing the fact that her hands has been bound behind her. In addition, its collar was large enough that it covered her face up to the nose, and Angela wrapped a scarf around her neck and the lower part of her face. Finally, a hat was put on her head.
“Are you okay?” Mrs. Dale asked.
Cathy nodded.
“Can you breathe okay?” Angela asked.
Cathy nodded again.
“Well, in that case, it’s my turn,” Angela stated.
At that, Louise began to act up.
I turned to my classmate. “Why, do you want to join them too?” I asked.
She vigorously nodded.
David shouted, “Hey Angie, looks like Louise here wants in on the fun!”
Henry carefully removed the tape imprisoning Louise’s mouth, then extracted the wad from inside.
“Thank you,” Louise said. “Angela! I want to join too! Let me join! Please!”
“But how can you? You live next door!” I asked.
“I’ll simply walk back home with Angela,” she explained. “Please let me join. Please! Please!”
“Oh okay. But you’d be dressed up first,” Angela said.
She nodded as David and Henry untied her from the chair. Mrs. Dale untied her legs, before David promptly retied her hands behind her. Angela’s Mom led the newcomer to our tie up games to the mirror, while Angela stuffed newspapers on the arms of another coat.
“Gag her mom,” Angela asked her mother.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Louise?” asked Mrs. Dale. “Do you want to be gagged while doing this?”
“If the others are gagged, then so would I,” she said.
“Are you really sure?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“In that case, open up.”
Louise opened up her mouth, and Mrs. Dale stuffed a wadded handkerchief into Louise’s mouth.
“Close your mouth,” Mrs. Dale instructed as she tore a long strip of tape.
Louise did so, and Angela’s Mom plastered the strip across her mouth, followed by a couple of strips more covering the lower part of her face.
Angela then put the coat on her, buttoned it, then pinned the arms of the coat inside a muff in front. She then wrapped a scarf around her neck and head, hiding the tape. She finished by putting a hat on her head. Now, she just looked like David’s sisters—all bundled up and ready to go out in a cold windy November weather.
It was now Angela’s turn. Her coat had already been prepared upstairs in her room, and she now put her hands behind her. David took one of the numerous lengths of rope scattered on the floor and carefully crossed Angela’s hands behind her. He tied it tightly, horizontally and vertically, cinching it tight between her hands and knotting it beyond her finger’s reach. Like we did before, he tied the long trailing ends around her waist and knotted it in front.
At the same time, Henry proceeded to gag his big sister. He stuffed a clean rolled sock into her mouth, then covered it with duct tape. He used about five to seven strips, and when he was finished, her mouth was imprisoned in a cocoon of gray.
Mrs. Dale then put the coat on Angela. She buttoned it in front, and put the ends of the arms of the jacket into a muff, where she used safety pins to connect it. She wrapped a scarf around her mouth and neck to hide the tape.
She took a look at the four girls. “Do you really want to do this?” she asked them.
All four nodded vigorously.
“In that case, take care,” she instructed. “Boys, all of you accompany them. Make sure nothing happens to them, okay?”
“Yes Ma’am,” we all answered.
David led the way, with the four girls following, with Henry and I covering their backs.
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### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Chapter V posted (Preparing to Go H

Post by Jason Toddman » Tue Mar 08, 2011 7:40 am

Well, that's an interesting twist. I myself was sometimes walked along private woods trails tied and gagged and hobbled (and on a leash to boot!), but these were always places (AFAIK private property) where no one else could possibly have seen me! The idea of being walked along what I assume is a public street that way, however disguised, where I could be seen would have had me fighting the very idea tooth and nail! I'd have been scared stiff of the notion!!!
Maybe it's a guy/girl thing?!
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Chapter V posted (Preparing to Go H

Post by viking » Tue Mar 08, 2011 10:06 am

holy diver, if the mother of a friend of mine would help me to tie up her own daughter and some other friends i would have been the happiest kid in the world. Angela had the coolest mom EVER!!!
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Chapter V posted (Preparing to Go H

Post by sarumansauron » Wed Mar 09, 2011 9:46 am

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

### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Chapter V posted (Preparing to Go H

Post by Wyatt9999 » Fri Mar 11, 2011 2:20 pm

nice

### Fall 1966 - Louise - Chapter VI

Post by Tom Ford » Fri Mar 18, 2011 8:03 am

To Jason Toddman, viking, Wyatt9999, and sarumansauron, thanks for the comments.
Fall 1966
Louise
Part VI
The Trip Home
(mm/f+)
The girls seem to hesitate to walk out the door as they halted and seemed to be reluctant to follow David, who went out first.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” I asked impatiently. “Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet!”
“Are you sure you want to do this? Do you want to be untied?” asked David with concern.
That seemed to break the ice. Angela boldly stepped out, and the other girls soon followed. The street in front of the house was almost deserted because most people were inside due to the low temperature outside. The girls tried to walk as normally as possible. They later said that they were nervous that someone they know might see them. It would be so embarrassing.
It was already partially dark. The winds were bitingly cold, and I noted with envy the thick coats the bound girls were wearing. The girls, in their attire, were perfectly dressed for such weather. Nobody outside made a fuss about them, and the only thing unusual about them was that they won’t give replies or even talk when someone tries to talk with them. If someone would notice the slight bulge at their back, they would conclude that it was a bag worn under coat.
Such was the case when my friend Frank (9) saw us and promptly joined us. He was late coming from school because of an important activity that he had to attend. He was carrying his schoolbag and was wearing a thick jacket and a scarf around his neck to protect himself from the elements.
“So, what are you doing?” he asked.
“Oh we were accompanying David and his sisters go home,” I honestly answered.
“Yeah. Nancy and Cathy stayed for a while at Henry’s house, so I fetched them,” David said.
“And Louise too?” Frank asked, looking at her.
“Yup. Why don’t you ask her?” Henry mischievously suggested.
“Louise, you too?” Frank asked.
He was met with a nod on the head.
“Oh I see. And you too Angela?”
She nodded too. I noticed there was a trace of amusement in her eyes. Clearly, she was enjoying this. And as I correctly suspected, so did the rest of the girls.
We walked a bit. Henry, David, Frank and I talked to each other. Mostly about mundane things. Like what happened in school that day. Or what were we planning for the upcoming holidays, or the weather. We tried our best not to snicker and laugh at Frank’s obliviousness of the girls’ situation, while Frank, for a while, never noticed the unusual silence from the normally vivacious girls. I looked at the girls and they seemed to be amused about the whole situation. We could hear a couple of faint giggles, which, we later learned, were actually loud laughs obscured by the mouth filling gags they were wearing. Finally, Frank, much to our amusement, tried to start a conversation with the girls.
“It’s cold. I think it would snow soon, at this rate,” Frank said, trying to start a conversation with Angela.
He was met with withering silence.
“Oh they can’t talk. We made a bet with them that they can’t shut their mouths in the trip, and they said that they could, and all of them said that they won’t talk until they reached David’s house to prove it,” I explained. It was the first thing that came to my mind when I tried to conjure up a credible excuse to tell Frank. “Right girls?”
I can hear giggles from their gagged mouths before all of them nodded.
“I bet I can make them talk,” Frank loudly said.
“You’re welcome to try,” David laughed. “But I bet that you’ll fail.”
Frank wasn’t discouraged, saying, “you’re on!” He approached Angela. “So Angela, how’s it been?”
He was met with a giggle, but actually, as I later learned, it was a loud laugh suppressed by the gag.
“What’s so funny?” Frank again asked as we walked.
The faint giggles seemed to get louder, and she was joined by the other girls.
“Oh you’re just no fun, Angie,” Frank said. He turned to Louise. “So, um, what’s up?”
He was met with a couple of hums, then a couple of indecipherable grunts.
“You too? Well fine! I’m sure Nancy and Cathy will talk,” Frank said and began to talk to them.
He was met with more laughter, translated by the gag as faint giggles to Franks’ ear.
“Oh! So it’s a conspiracy!” he declared as we neared David’s home. “You’re not making a fool out of Frank Tompkins!” he declared frustratingly.
Henry and I were snickering at this point, and it took all our willpower not to laugh out loud and tell him that the girls were gagged and can’t talk anyway.
Frank kept at it, trying to coax the girls to say anything. He was met with giggles, grunts, hums, and silence. To their credit, during that time, they never gave away the fact that they were bound and gagged. And neither did we. Though he did notice that we were laughing, and he demanded an explanation of what was happening. But we only laughed at that.
“What’s going on?” he kept asking. “Fine! Be like that!” Frank replied as he realized that none of us would talk.
We arrived at David’s house a couple of minutes later. David opened the gate of their fence, and opened the door of their house, as the girls obviously couldn’t do it by themselves.
David went first.
“After you,” I said to the girls.
The girls quickly shuffled in, obviously to avoid being detected by anyone they knew about their situation. Angela, as usual, went first, then Nancy then Cathy, then finally, Louise.
Henry went in. Before we went it, Frank looked at me. “We’re best friends! Couldn’t you at least tell me what’s going on? I promise I’ll still act surprised!”
“Oh you’ll just have to find out,” I replied. “Don’t worry. I promise you it would good and worth your while!”
“It better be,” Frank warned. “It better be! Or else!!!”
“Or else what?” I asked.
Frank just looked at me and went inside. I followed.
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### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Chapter VI posted (The Trip Home)

Post by Jason Toddman » Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:20 am

This Frank kid sounds like a really obnoxious pest. I hope he gets tied and gagged too!
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Chapter VI posted (The Trip Home)

Post by sarumansauron » Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:15 am

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

### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Chapter VI posted (The Trip Home)

Post by sarumansauron » Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:16 am

> Jason Toddman wrote:This Frank kid sounds like a really obnoxious pest. I hope he gets tied and gagged too!

I agree!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Fall 1966 - Louise - Chapter VII

Post by Tom Ford » Mon Mar 28, 2011 7:55 am

Thanks to sarumansauron, Jason Toddman, for your comments, and all the readers of my stories for taking the time to read this.
Fall 1966
Louise
Part VII
The Final Act
(m/f+), (f/f)
“Mom! Dad! We’re home. Frank, Tom, Henry, Angela, and Louise are here! We’re going upstairs!” David quickly shouted to their parents who were in the kitchen.
“Have fun!” Mrs. Scott, David’s mother, replied.
We quickly went upstairs, where David’s room was. He opened the door of his room where we removed our coats and jackets. David and I then removed the girl’s coats and scarves, and that was the only time that Frank realized what had happened.
“They’re tied up and gagged? They walked here tied up and gagged?” Frank said, flabbergasted. The look of his face was priceless. He looked at the bound girls, wide-eyed, with his mouth open. He knew that he had been had. We laughed. It was simply too funny.
The girls simply giggled while I removed the tape from their mouths. They quickly spat the wads from the insides of their mouth.
“Henry, you carry those wads back home,” Angela ordered his brother. They were after all, taken from Angela’s home.
Henry hesitated but picked up the saliva sodden pieces of cloth. David handed him a plastic bag and Henry put the mouth stuffing cloths inside it.
“So, how was it?” I asked.
“It was so much fun!” Cathy, the youngest of us, said. “We gotta do it again!”
“Yeah! Frank was so funny!” Nancy added. “He had no idea!”
Frank was inspecting the coats and jackets that the girls wore. “So that’s how you did it! You stuffed newspapers on their arms to make it look like they’re not tied up! But I knew all along!”
“Right,” I merely said before all of us laughed. Nobody believed what he said.
“Louise, I’m surprised you joined us on this,” Frank continued. “What happened? I thought you still want to think about it?”
“Yeah! Henry and I discovered you were tied up earlier this afternoon!” I said.
“Well, can you untie me?” Louise asked.
“Hold it,” Angela interjected. “You can’t be free until I say so, unless you can get free on your own! We agreed to it!” It was annoying, but what can you say? That’s Angela alright!
“So can I?” asked Louise. “Can I be free right now?”
“No. Maybe later,” said the redhead. “And that goes for Nancy and Cathy too!”
“If you won’t let them go, then Angela, you too won’t get free!” I said. “You’re my captive, remember? And its only fair for the other girls that you remained tied up if they remained tied up too!”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said. She was determined to keep the other girls tied up. So much so that she was willing to remain tied up just so she could have her wish.
“In that case, all of you, sit on the bed,” David commanded as he got rope from his drawer. He promptly tied the girls’ feet as soon as they were seated.
“Now Louise, you were saying?” Frank asked.
“Oh yes. Angela was asking me all day if I wanted to join our tie up games. Finally, while we were walking home, I said yes. Angela said that she should tie me up first. I said that I should tie her up first, and if she escapes she can tie me up,” Louise said as David tied up the girls’ feet.
“And I said that if you can’t escape, you have to remain captive until your captor says so,” Angela finished. “So she tied me up first.”
“I tied her up. I tied her up with her hands behind her, and her feet, then I put a strip of tape over her lips.”
“I escape in less than a minute,” Angela boasted. “I then tied up Louise. And you all know that when I tie somebody up they remained tied up until someone unties them. I tied her up, I gagged her, and I blindfolded her. Needless to say, she can’t escape. I then went to look for Nancy and Cathy, and while looking for them, Tom and my brother found Louise. Tom can tell you the rest.”
I then narrated my part of the story, from the time I arrived at Angela’s house until we met Frank.
After that, we all had a good laugh. We swapped stories for the next quarter hour, mostly about our recent tie-up games. Louise had a lot of questions, and we tried our best to answer her queries. But it was getting late, and we would have to go to school the next day, so I decided, and so did the others, to go home.
Henry first untied Angela, as per our earlier deal. Angela untied Louise, but instead of untying the two sisters, she “handed” them to their brother, David.
“Thank you,” David said as he rummaged his drawer and came back with two handkerchiefs and a roll of duct tape.
“Aw! You’re not going to untie us?” Nancy whined.
“Nope,” David smiled. “Now open wide, you two.”
Both whined, but opened their mouths nonetheless. David stuffed their mouths with the handkerchiefs, then sealed their mouths with duct tape, about four or five strips each, which covered their faces from chin to nose.
I was sorely tempted to stay because of that, but I knew that I needed to go home. If it was Friday or a Saturday, I might get away with asking my parents to sleep over, but tomorrow is Thursday, a school day, so I have to go home or risk getting scolded.
I said my farewells to David. Henry picked up the coats that were used by Nancy and Cathy. Then Angela, Henry, Louise and I put on our coats and jackets and left and went home.
I later learned that David kept his sisters tied up until about just before dinner, about forty five minutes after we left.
This was a very memorable experience, hampered only by the fact that my participation was limited by the fact that I can’t use my left hand so I didn’t tie anyone up. I knew Angela would like to get revenge on me but can’t because I can’t be bound because of my injury.
The next tie up situation again involved Louise and Angela. What happened? Read the next part and find out.
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### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Story Completed!!!

Post by xtc » Mon Mar 28, 2011 8:19 am

Entertaining as ever. I will welcome your promised next part.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: Fall 1966 - Louise - Story Completed!!!

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Mar 28, 2011 9:09 am

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