## The Cave Spiders

Post by xtc » Sun Jul 03, 2011 11:24 am

This story might not be up to standard. I stupidly went ahead with writing-in a member of the board who, when he replied to my request for permission, wanted out in a big way. Iâ€™d like to apologise to him.
Problem: I needed to re-write with a different motivation for one of the characters.
However: with a single bound . . . Snobound . . . flew in to the rescue. Thanks, mate. I owe you one!
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THE CAVE SPIDERS
We’ll just leave you guys to discuss this for a few hours, then.” said the driver as the three kidnappers departed.
“How the fuck do you expect us to do that?” shouted Danny after the retreating abductors, or at least he would have done if there was more room in his mouth. As it was, his carefully folded sock didn’t leave much room even before the oval gag was strapped round his head holding it in place.
Then the lights went out leaving the underground store in complete darkness.
Danny supposed that he’d been in worse predicaments but he couldn’t remember when. Neither could the big guy, who was having difficulty seeing anything clearly even before the lights went out and even though he hadn’t been blindfolded, and he’d had thirty years’ more experience of life.
At the other end of the spectrum, the third net that was hanging from the ceiling seemed hardly weighted down at all by the little Dutch kid in it. But he’d been tied nowhere near as severely as the older men and the net seemed to have very much a life of its own.
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It had been a boring day and all Chris’s friends had better things to do than visit him and he was really pissed off. Didn’t anything ever happen in this place? Then it did!
He should have been used to it by now but the sudden attack caused him to panic more than a little bit. “Ever been to the States?” said a voice in his ear. “Want to go? Oops, too late to refuse.”
Chris quickly found himself almost mummified with gorilla tape from his ankles to his shoulders. His feet had been stripped bare and one of his socks had been taped into his mouth. A quick tickle session caused his abductors to conclude that he was gagged efficiently enough. An old nylon pop-sock was pulled down over his face and more tape was wrapped around his eyes and his mouth and vertically round his head and chin so that he couldn’t open his jaws.
“Aw, cute!” said one of his captors. That didn’t please Chris at all.
“It’s a good thing the brat speaks good English.” remarked another, “He might be able to make things easier for himself.”
By now, Chris knew that he hadn’t been captured by any of his friends or relatives and he was as happy as a sackful of wet cats. In spite of his frantic wriggling, the tape wasn’t giving at all and the third abductor warned him not to resist as his colleagues and he picked him up and folded him into a very small box and put the lid on. That made the tape give a bit.
Even though the box was quite heavy, Chris was so light that two of the kidnappers removed it from the premises easily and dumped it in the back of a van. Chris heard a knocking on the box followed by a voice, “OK kid, quiet or drugged, it’s your choice.” Chris decided to be very quiet indeed. Following the usual subterfuges, Chris was eventually landed in America and taken to the warehouse where he was stripped of the gorilla tape, his trousers and his t-shirt, leaving him in just his blue briefs. No one bothered to remove the tape from his head. Chris was feeling cold.
“Use the John, It’s your last chance for some time.” Chris was instructed as he was shoved into a toilet cubicle at the back of the basement. He knew it would be better to sit and do as he was told rather than to try to remove the tape round his head. After a few minutes Chris heard the door open and at least one of his abductors come in. He was taken from the cubicle and handcuffs were locked onto his wrists. A look at Chris quickly convinced his captors that his wrists would not stay behind him for long so they got a special strap with two buckles about thirty centimetres apart between two ends with enough holes in them to accommodate anyone’s arms no mater how big (or small) they were. Once it was fastened above Chris’s elbows, the ends were fastened at the last available hole. A similar leather strap was fastened about his ankles and the kidnappers pronounced themselves satisfied.
Chris was carried over to where a cargo net had been spread on the floor and he was dumped unceremoniously upon it. The metal loops around the net were gathered by a chain and the kidnappers didn’t even bother to use the hoist as two of them simply lifted the net while the third one looped the chain over a hook. Hanging there Chris looked like a nest of cave spiders that was about to hatch – he couldn’t see any reason now not to struggle.
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There are worse things to do with a couple of days off than grading papers but this wasn’t quite what Danny had in mind.
He was lying in his bed minding his own business; he hadn’t even bothered getting up early. How the three guys made it into his room without anyone, let alone himself, noticing, he just didn’t know but there they were: large as life and twice as ugly.
“Oh no, not again! What have I done this time?”
“Calm down, calm down, nothing. Our boss just need a little help.”
At least, having gone to bed in his customary way – naked – left his visitors with one job fewer than they thought they might have. It also meant that the sock they picked up from his floor was probably not very clean.
Danny reached for the proffered garment, much to the amusement of the intruders but he quickly realised that he wouldn’t be wearing it. “Make your choice, you do it or I do it.“ said the tall intruder with the blue oval gag in his hand. Then his colleague handed over the manky sock. Danny folded it carefully and packed it into his mouth. “That’s a good boy.” said the tall man and he shoved the hard blue oval thing in Danny’s mouth and buckled it rather too tightly behind his neck.
Danny, on a reflex, reached for the buckle but the other two intruders immediately grabbed his arms, pulled them into painful locks and shoved Danny’s face forcibly into his carpet. With his wrists forced further up between his shoulders than the twenty-five year old would previously have believed possible, Danny felt adhesive tape being wound round his biceps trapping his forearms and preventing his pulling his elbows apart. The prisoner’s protruding wrists were then quickly cross-lashed. Danny had been bound in less uncomfortable ways. A thick bag of some sort was then forced over his head and tied, Danny thought, more tightly than was strictly necessary to blindfold him.
Before long Danny’s legs were taped together in four different places and his feet were taped as well. Once his big toes had been tied with a bootlace, even his foulest muffled language was of little comfort to him.
Getting Danny out of the building could have been a bit of a problem. That’s what the carpet was for. Two of the kidnappers brought it in and started to unroll it on Danny’s floor. Danny was lifted onto it and one of the intruders straddled his chest, placed one sweaty hand over his mouth and squeezed his nose for long enough for him to think that he would pass out. “Now, we can do that again for longer or you can cooperate, what will it be?” and he pinched Danny’s nostrils together again, “Cooperate?” A light-headed Danny nodded.
It took longer to roll Danny into the carpet than his captors would have believed but, once they had done so and secured it with tape at four places, there was very little sign that it held a captive. After that, it was the work of two minutes to remove the carpet and its contents to the waiting furniture van.
The journey by van took a couple of hours and, by the end of it, Danny was just about stifled. At least he wasn’t knocked about too much due to his being wrapped in the carpet. After the journey, the carpet was carried into the underground store and the kidnappers couldn’t resist unrolling him like Cleopatra.
The swearing started again. “Shh, shh.” said a voice as Danny felt his nose squeezed again and his mouth covered. “No dirty language, please.” Danny calmed down.
Another cargo net was produced and Danny was rolled onto it before it was chained closed. This time his captors decided to use the hoist and lifted him high enough from the ground to enable them to transfer him to a fixed hook. The journey and the pain that was setting into his arms had taken quite a lot out of Danny and he needed just to hang there and recover for a while. Before long the third victim arrived.
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Jason answered a knock on his apartment door. “Delivery for Mr. Toddman.” Jason wasn’t expecting anything but had little reason to be suspicious so he admitted the caller, a very tall, wavy-haired youngster of about eighteen years of age. “Boys ‘Я’ Us home delivery, Sir.”
Jason tended to take things somewhat literally but he knew there was no such thing. He had invented Boys ‘Я’ Us for some of his illustrations. As he was closing the door, the tall guy forced his way in followed by a couple of his colleagues who had been keeping out of sight. “Some of your friends bought you a present. They bought you one of our home visits. This is it. Now, if you’d be good enough to remove your shirt and shoes, we can begin.” Jason was starting to believe in this but, no, Boys ‘Я’ Us just didn’t exist. Did it?
It wasn’t often that Jason suffered from a lack of imagination but right now he was confused.
“Sir, your shirt and shoes, please.” By now there were various reasons to cooperate, the main one being that there were three young men looking as though they had muscles in their spit standing in front of him wearing Boys ‘Я’ Us polo shirts and with determined looks on their faces. Jason did as he was asked and before long he was face up on his own carpet with three muscular young men sitting atop him. Christ, it had been a long time since that had happened to him and Jason started to relax. When all three removed their polo shirts leaving them bare-chested, Jason started to believe in God once more.
“We’ve read your stories and our boss was really pissed off when you used our firm’s name but he’s the forgiving sort so . . .“ and he started flicking Jason’s nose. Jason travelled back forty years in an instant. “OK, now down to the real business.” announced the tall one. At that point the youngster nearest his feet turned around and seated himself again and the one in the middle climbed off his customer leaving the other operative pinning his arms with his legs. In his younger days, Jason might have put up a fight but there was really no point and, in any case, he still wasn’t sure that he wasn’t enjoying re-living past pleasures.
The three visitors went into what was obviously a well practiced routine and Jason was soon bound by his ankles and knees and very shortly afterwards handcuffed with his arms tied firmly to his torso. Other than the fact that they hadn’t bothered to fasten his hands behind him, they were as good as the best of his childhood captors. The addition of an inflatable butterfly gag which was pumped to provide a gag more silencing than any Jason had ever experienced before completed the initial stage of the bondage.
“Now for the ‘Extras’.” announced the tall one as his colleagues brought a stretcher into the apartment. Jason was lifted onto it in the usual assured, “one, two, three, lift” manner of a practiced ambulance crew. Various straps came into action fastening their customer securely onto the stretcher and a blanket was draped “snugly” from Jason’s nose downwards.
“With drugs or without drugs?” asked the smallest intruder brandishing a syringe. There were probably two good reasons why Jason indicated that he could do without. The smallest guy then removed Jason’s glasses and lodged them in a pocket in the stretcher. The “Boys ‘Я’ Us” operatives had replaced their polo shirts with what would pass for paramedics’ tops and two of them lifted Jason into a waiting van. Not even the neighbours across the drive should notice the fact that Jason was being abducted and should assume that he was being taken to hospital.
It wasn’t more than about an hour and a half before he found himself hanging in a net alongside Chris and Danny but not before his captors had tested his flexibility to its limits by adding just a few more restraints now that he didn’t need to lie straightened out on the stretcher. By then he knew that his fifty-four year old body wasn’t as fit for the TUGs as his teenaged one had been but, if it ended now, he knew he would treasure the experience for ever. But what if it didn’t?
TBC
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### Re: The Cave Spiders

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Jul 04, 2011 12:26 pm

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

### Re: The Cave Spiders

Post by Jason Toddman » Tue Jul 05, 2011 11:53 am

So far so good.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: The Cave Spiders

Post by fratboydanny » Tue Jul 05, 2011 1:12 pm

I love it.

### Re: The Cave Spiders

Post by snobound » Tue Jul 05, 2011 2:06 pm

> fratboydanny wrote:I love it.

You're gonna love the particular brand of "teamwork" employed in XTC's next section! LOL!
This is going to be a good one.....
Try out the TUGs chat! http://chat.mibbit.com/#tugsnet

### Re: The Cave Spiders

Post by fratboydanny » Wed Jul 06, 2011 8:27 pm

Oh I am sure of it.

### Re: The Cave Spiders

Post by xtc » Sun Jul 10, 2011 3:23 am

THE CAVE SPIDERS
Not long after Jason had joined the other two, a familiar figure came in. He obviously hadn’t put his pig-tail in or plaited his beard but, as two of the prisoners couldn’t see him in any case and to the other he was just a vague blur at best, it didn’t really matter. He also had another person with him, a brown-haired man who seemed to be in his mid twenties. He spoke with an American accent. Danny was sure he knew that voice; it gave him a surprising frisson but he didn’t know why.
“This is Mr. Hunter, you probably know him better by another name. He always supports other writers on a certain site with appreciative comments in spite of being busy teaching and studying for his Masters Degree. He has a request for someone to write a story under his name on the site because he simply doesn’t have time to do so at the minute and has been told that his fans are missing him.
“Now which of you gentlemen is going to write it?” The Professor expressed his regret that his client couldn’t spare the time to be his guest this time as he had been previously but agreed that a future visit would be in order. The two men left discussing future arrangements and leaving the prisoners looking even more like nests of cave spiders than before with the smallest of them still looking as if it was about to discharge its contents all over the room.
After the lights had gone out, and the kidnappers had followed the Professor from the room, that was a long “few hours”.
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During those few hours many thoughts were given to many things but not many towards writing a story for Hunter.
Danny decided that, having snagged his most delicate parts on the net several times whilst struggling, his best move was to keep his arse against the mesh from then on. He couldn’t even rub the tape off his arms against the mesh and the pain in his arms and wrists was getting beyond a joke, even for him.
Chris had no chance of freeing himself from the restraints around his arms and ankles but he didn’t know that so he kept trying. He did make some progress with the tape round his head, not enough to make any difference but at least his determined struggling helped him to keep warm.
Jason was still conflicted, should he simply be content to be involved in TUGs again or was there to be worse to come? He regretted that his wrists had been fastened out of reach of the bulb that made the gag fill his mouth so efficiently because he could have done with relief from that but at least his early experiences helped him to tolerate it more than most people would have been able to.
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Even blindfolded, Chris and Danny were aware of it when the lights were switched on again. Then they heard the familiar British voice. The Professor seemed to be in a hurry, his affected RP accent having been totally abandoned in favour of his natural Southern burr with all its glottal stops and dropped aspirants.
“Gen’owmen, young Mr. Hun’er ‘as ‘ad to leave us. ‘e’s made a suggestion an’ oi agree wiv it. You ‘ave no say.” At this point the old Brit suddenly seemed to remember that he wasn’t talking to the local yokels from his own area and that one member of his captive audience was not even a native speaker (although, in his opinion, that status really applied to all three!) and reverted to the standard “received pronunciation” that he’d learnt to use in public. “Oh, I am so sorry, gentlemen, I shall try to speak more slowly.”
Being treated as incapable of understanding spoken English pissed Chris off even more and he started keeping himself warm again but his sock and a fair amount of tape effectively muffled his protest. Danny’s smothered imprecations erupted as soon as the Professor started but Jason bided his time, waiting to see what would develop.
“As no one has volunteered,” continued the Professor disingenuously, “We’re going to do it this way. Danny, if you don’t desist, one of my associates will be forced to hurt your little companion.” Until then, Danny had no idea who his fellow sufferers were. “Perhaps I ought to introduce you to Chris12,” there followed a little yelp, “– oh, and to Jason Toddman.” By now Jason and Chris managed successfully, to guess who Danny was. “Now gentlemen, I am certain that neither of you would want anything unfortunate to happen to my little Dutch guest so be reasonable – see things my way.”
“You will all help my client. Fratboy, your style is most like that of the otherwise detained Snobound,” Jason wasn’t quite sure how to interpret that, “but I don’t feel inclined to release you from that cargo net until you’re feeling more reasonable. Jason, I originally thought that your talents would be best put to work on the writing side but I know how you can better contribute. From what I know about you, you might even enjoy it. I am sure that you’d both like to see life made easier for little Chris so listen to this proposition.” Chris was getting even more angry about being condescended to with every sentence.”
There followed another yelp as Chris found himself poked with a sharp stick. Danny calmed down.
“Mr. Toddman, you will be spread-eagled on a mattress to act as a writing desk.”
“There IS a God.” thought Jason.
“Chris12, you will be fastened astride Mr Toddman with a laptop. You will type whatever the esteemed Fratboydanny dictates and then show it to Jason for proof-reading. Now Danny, I know that you will need to find inspiration before you start writing so some of my associates will help you with that while others make your colleagues comfortable.
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Jason noticed his net being lowered to the ground before he was lifted out of it by four of the Professor’s “associates”. Most of his bonds were then removed leaving Jason in just his trousers and the appalling butterfly gag. He was forced, not altogether unwillingly, over to where a king-size mattress was positioned on the floor. Even without his specs he could make out the substantial metal rings at each corner. Once he was laid on the mattress and his arms and legs were forced towards the posts, hefty webbing straps were tightened around his wrists and, once his trouser legs had been moved clear of them, around his ankles as well. Working as a team the Professor’s four thugs pulled on devices such as a lorry driver would use to secure his cargo until Jason was securely spread-eagled on his back. One of his captors then deflated the rubber gag and removed it. Christ, that was welcome! Nearly as welcome as the plastic straw that replaced it enabling Jason to take a much-needed drink.
“Enough?” asked the tall, slender dark-haired captor. Jason nodded.
“Mr. Toddman, you will not be gagged again as long as you stay on task. Your friend, the one that’s squealing and trying to avoid the attentions of my associates in the bigger of the cargo nets, will dictate his story once he’s found sufficient inspiration. Your contribution will be to suggest clarifications and improvements.
Shortly afterwards Chris was taken down, the straps were removed from his arms and his ankles and his hands were re-cuffed in front of him. Every time he made a noise, one of the professor’s “associates” would give him a painful nipple cripple accompanied by the instruction, “Quiet, please.” delivered in a calm, quiet voice. It was remarkably effective. It was the more so because Chris didn’t want to suffer whatever was happening to Danny at the time. His snorting and squealing were reaching a spectacular scale in spite of his gag and the remarks of the “associates” went some way to explaining that.
Chris was taken to where Jason was staked out and was made to kneel astride the older man facing his head. Jason didn’t seem to object. Chris had his ankles secured by more of the webbing strapping that went under the mattress. The tape was stripped from the pop sock that had been stretched over Chris’s head and the pop sock removed. Chris breathed easy for the first time in hours. He could also see why Danny was being so vocal. He had the sock removed from his mouth with more than a little squealing as the tape was removed. It was hardly as if he was consciously balancing: squeal - titty tweek, squeal - titty tweek. Squealing just won out naturally. With a final, “Quiet please.” from the shorter of the wavy-haired captors, Chris was offered the same plastic straw that Jason had just used. Hygiene didn’t come into it; he took a deep draught of water.
“Enough?” Chris indicated the affirmative. “Close your mouth.” Chris did so to find his lower face wrapped round with several layers of gorilla tape. He hated that stuff. “If your hands go anywhere near that gag, you might hear Danny up there making even more noise. Understand?” Chris nodded.
The captor with the green eyes brought a laptop and placed it in front of Chris and on Jason’s chest. The heat told Jason that it was already booted up. “Don’t wriggle too much, Big Guy, we don’t want Chris punished for not doing his work, now do we?”
That was probably the most redundant instruction he’d ever given.
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While Jason and Chris were being prepared, two of the Professor’s “associates” were helping Danny to find inspiration. They seemed to think that cattle prods would help. Even with their subject in a cargo net, such experts could provoke him into exposing himself to their ministrations in an almost predictable manner. All Danny’s attempts to keep his back to the mesh failed whenever his back arched and he rolled over trying to avoid the instrument. A cry of, “Right in the balls!” from his tormentors indicated that his attempts at evasion had failed. There were times when the Professor wished that he could recruit less common associates!
“Are you ready to co-operate?” asked the professor once Jason and Chris were in position. It was a good job that Danny had already inadvertently given SOME thought to a story when he was told to do so or the torment could have gone on for several hours. The shocks stopped and Danny nodded, sweat running down his body and dripping onto the floor from the net under his arse.
The last of the “spiders’ nests” was lowered to the ground and the chain loosened so that the net was laid flat on the floor – as was Danny. The bag was untied from round Danny’s neck and removed allowing him to see once more. With a warning about shouting and offensive language, Danny’s oval gag was removed and Danny accepted a drink from the same vessel that had been used previously by his fellow sufferers. By now his entire body was in torment and the Professor knew that he’d have to allow a certain amount of relief if Danny was to be able to function in the required fashion. The tape was cut from Danny’s arms and his back-hammered wrists were untied. Everyone forgave the language as the newly released captive exercised and massaged his arms. After what the Professor considered to have been a reasonable time, (no more than ten minutes) Danny’s hands were cuffed behind him and his legs, and even his feet and toes, were untapped.
While two of the Professor’s associates kept a close guard with their cattle prods, Danny’s net was chained again and he was hoisted back into the air. He did manage to keep reasonably quiet.
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“Very well, gentlemen, get on with it. I think I must ask my associates with the cattle prods to stay, just in case the inspiration dries up. You just have to provide a good quality story and the readers had better not notice any variations from Snobound’s style.”
Danny quickly recited his story, with interjections from Jason while Chris, whose keyboard skills were impressive to say the least, typed it up ready for the Professor’s first approval. Chris found the English spell-checker to be fairly helpful but really annoying when it kept altering what he was typing and Jason found the barbaric British English spelling that he was expected to proof-read to be cumbersome to say the least.
Once they had finished the second draft, and sent it for the Professor’s approval, it was ironic that, having been released from a net that resembled a cave spider’s nest, the mother of all harvestmen was crawling over Jason’s neck and chin. Jason lost it! Chris couldn’t even help as his handcuffs had been chained to his waist while the Professor read the draft. The sound of panic and the bucking that couldn’t possibly unseat the strapped-down Chris indicated that perhaps Jason had decided that there was no God after all.
Once the final draft had been approved, Danny’s (or Snobound’s) story was called, “The Cave Spiders” but his slant on it was very different from this one!
THE END
Last edited by xtc on Sun Apr 28, 2013 5:53 am, edited 2 times in total.
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### Re: The Cave Spiders

Post by fratboydanny » Sun Jul 10, 2011 11:02 am

Love the twists and how you involved all of us.

### Re: The Cave Spiders

Post by Jason Toddman » Sun Jul 10, 2011 11:47 am

I hate spiders with a passion but yes I love the story too.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: The Cave Spiders

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Jul 11, 2011 11:55 am

I also hate spiders. Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

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Post by mikeybound » Sat Apr 27, 2013 7:31 pm

Rather creative of you! I should've read this years ago.

### Re: The Cave Spiders

Post by xtc » Sun Apr 28, 2013 3:02 am

It HAS been around!
I found the time to re-post this without the punctuation abortions.
Please read with greater comfort.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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Post by matthuges » Sun Apr 28, 2013 4:41 pm

LOVE it thanks