## The Tree Incident

Post by LastOfTheAmericanGirls » Sun Dec 11, 2011 1:22 pm

The most recent incident with my neighbor. For anyone who needs reminding, I'm 17, he's 15. I'm 5'6", with dark brown hair, quite pale, and with hazel eyes. He's 6', with light brown hair and blue eyes. For the purpose of the story, I shall refer to myself as Charlotte, and him as Ryan.
I had just gotten home from a tournament, and was thoroughly exhausted. My parents were out to dinner, so I was technically responsible for babysitting my sisters. However, one of them is 14, and quite capable of watching herself as well as my younger sister. I had been texting Ryan for the majority of the day, and as we hadn't seen each other in awhile, we decided wanted to hang out. I told my sisters I was going on a walk, something I do quite frequently, so they were well accustomed to it.
Ryan and I met each other behind our usual tree. Running along side the street that connects the streets where we respectively live is a gated living center. There's a large wall surrounding the complex, which is raised on a hill of the road. Planted against the wall is a large magnolia tree, and underneath the tree and against the wall was a fairly cosy hiding spot. It was Ryan and I's usual hang-out place when we weren't technically supposed to be out. We chatted for a bit, but eventually it fell quiet, and we both sat looking at the tree.
Eventually he said "Ya know, the tree is a bit thick for your arms to fit all the way around."
I nodded. "You're right, we'll have to figure out another solution."
Rather ungracefully, he picked me up off the ground, and pushed me against the tree. I'm fairly used to being manhandled by him as he's rather athletic and significantly taller than me.
"You figure something out?" I smirked. He held my arms above my held, and draped my wrists over a branch that protruded from the tree. Then he pulled a roll of duct tape out of his coat, and thoroughly duct taped my wrists together. Normally I would have struggled, but I couldn't risk making too much noise lest we were found. Next he bent over, and duct taped my ankles together behind my back. Because of the low height of the branch my wrists were taped too, I had to be on my knees in order to fit.
"Done?" I asked saucily, figuring what the answer was going to be.
"Not quite." But instead of pulling off anymore tape, Ryan pulled up my shirt a little bit and proceeded to tickle my sides. I couldn't help it, I started to laugh. He knew exactly where my weak spots were.
"Stop it!" I gasped, laughing.
"Now, now" he said. "You're being too loud. We can't have the whole world knowing we're up here."
He took a neatly folded bandana out of his jacket and forced it into my mouth, not that I had much of a choice. Before I could attempt to spit it out, he quickly pulled off more duct tape and plastered four strips over my lips. I squirmed uncomfortably. It wasn't that I wasn't enjoying this, this was just the first time I realized that was actually helpless. Unlike previous times, I could see no plausible way out of this.
Ryan smirked at me. "Come on, I know you like this. But I'll make you a deal. If you can get out in fifteen minutes, I'll let you tie me up with whatever you want. Not just tape."
I raised an eyebrow, waiting for the but.
"But, if you can't, then I get to try something."
I tried to ask what, but it came out more like an "whmmph?"
"You'll see." And he just gave this little half smile.
Not exactly sure I wanted to find out, although incredibly curious, I began to struggle furiously. Unfortunately, my efforts proved fruitless, and I wasn't able to escape. After fifteen minutes, Ryan, who by this point almost looked a bit nervous, said "Okay, my turn." He pulled off the tape gently, and I spit out the bandana. I started to ask what he was going to try when I was silenced by a new kind of gag. His lips against mine.
After a few seconds he pulled away. I must say, that was more effective than anything, because for the next minute or so, I was dead silent.
Finally he asked "Did you feel anything?"
I tried to read his face, figure out what he was thinking. I couldn't tell anything, so I just answered honestly. "No. You?"
A relieved grin broke out on his face, and his blue eyes danced. "Not at all." he laughed.
"Wanna give it one more go?" I queried, smiling.
He didn't respond, only leaned in and kissed me once more. It was enjoyable, sure, but there was no passion, no spark. After we broke apart, we both laughed and he ripped the tape off my ankles and wrists. I stood up, and as by this time it was quite late, we left the tree, and started to walk home, his arm around my shoulders. As we parted ways to head home, snow started to fall.
They used to tie you up!
It's a living
I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs

### Re: The Tree Incident

Post by xtc » Sun Dec 11, 2011 2:04 pm

Nice.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: The Tree Incident

Post by Chase Ricks » Mon Dec 12, 2011 3:27 am

Welltold indeed.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.