This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby chairtied » Sun Jan 13, 2013 11:49 pm

PROLOGUE
AMELIA

When my eyes slid open, my memories were still vivid.  I could recall my teasing of my older brother and his friends earlier that day.  Being eleven while they were both fourteen, I had still been able to beet them at any game we played.  

We were outside.  Many board game boxes were scattered about and other toys (like jumpropes and a Twister mat) were also laying around.  As I beat my brother once again in Candy Land, I had said quite possibly the stupidest thing possible:

"I guess this just means girls are vastly superior to boys," 

I had boasted that- quite stupidly, might I add.  Almost immediately, they had retaliated by dual-tackling me onto the ground.  I had been pinned and they both lay on me for a while, discussing what to do with me.

Suddenly, Duke, my brother, had an idea.  "I know!" he exclaimed with a very self-satisfied 'Eureka!' tone to his voice.  "We can just show her what we did to that one kid back a month or so." He turned to the other, Jake, with a giant grin.  The smirk was returned.  

Startled by their uncanny agreement, my immediate reaction was, "What did you do to him?"  My blood ran cold as they both turned to me with smirks on their faces.  If there was something bad enough to have them both agree like this,  it was enough to terrify me.  I started to thrash as Duke rose to his feet while Jake continued to hold me down easily.  He was much stronger, not to mention older.  He didn't even seem to notice my futile attempts to break free from his grasp.

Duke left and entered the garage.  My heart pounded in my ears as he opened the shed and began to search for something.  I didn't have the slightest idea as to what, but it didn't matter right now.  All I cared about was that it was something bad enough to make him smirk with such utter confidence.

Several minutes went by of sweat streaming down my face and dripping onto the ground.  Eventually, I could hear Duke coming back.  I didn't know what he had, and I wasn't sure I wanted to.  However, I couldn't stop my curiosity and peeked at it out of the corner of my eye. 

I had barely enough time to register the fact that he was carrying a roll of duct tape before Jake forced me onto my back.  Duke rolled duct tape three times around my wrists as I watched in horror.  He started to stop, but thought better of it and continued on for seven more wraps.  I heard the ripping of the duct tape as he sealed in into place and did the same to my ankles.  Frozen in shock, it was too late by the time I started fighting.  

He had already given me ten whole layers on my wrists and ankles, now he moved on.  Duke quickly taped my mouth before I could yell for help and then tied a few layers onto my knees and elbows.  I had never been tied up like this before.  It made me feel to defenseless.  Even so, the fact that he taped my hands in front of me was a good sign.  It seemed like, usually, if they were really serious, a person would do that behind me.  Then again, I was just guessing.

I began to scream and shout, but the duct tape, while thin, blocked out enough noise that I knew no one could hear me.  Our parents weren't home- they were never home besides Christmas and birthdays- so they didn't hesitate to bring me inside.  I flopped around, trying to get free, but it was a hopeless cause.  Duke put me in an old blanket and rolled me up in it before plopping me onto my bed and leaving.  Jake shut the door behind them and I was left there.

I spent the good part of forty minutes trying to squirm free, but I wasn't strong enough.  I had always been a sickly child with a certain sense of weakness.  I shrieked past my gag with several 'mmmmf!'s and flailed furiously, a few shoulder-length strands of red-brown locks finding their way onto my face.  Brows furrowed in concentration, I pushed as much as I could on the tape.  Nothing.

Giving up, I collapsed with deep breaths.  There was nothing to do now but wait for someone to come along and save me, since there was no way I was getting out on my own.  I closed my eyes and tried to relax.

About five minutes later, though it seemed like a century, Duke opened the door with a malicious grin on his face.  My eyes widened as I saw he was carrying a fresh roll of duct tape in his hand.  I shook my head pleadingly, but he didn't listen.  All he cared about now was that remark I had foolishly made about boys being worse than girls.  I had always been tender and shy, easily broken.  

Tears streamed down my face as he wrapped my legs from thigh to calf before rolling me in the blanket again. After that, he wound duct tape around several spots of the blanket, tightening it to my body.  He shoved a pillow under my head and taped my forehead and chin to it and it to the bed.  My folded hands were exposed right at my neck from where I'd tried to pull away, so he taped my wrists to my collarbone, securing the position.  

I screamed at him as loudly as I could (MMMFF!), but Duke just left, leaving me there again.  Once again, I began to struggle violently to escape, all in vain.

I had no idea of knowing how much time passed precisely. When he had tied me up, the sun was high in the sky, now it was low.  My stomach rumbled and my body ached.

"Amelia?" I suddenly heard a voice calling out.  My eyes widened and I began to make as loud screams as possible.  It was Aubrey, I was sure of it.  I heard footsteps, getting louder and closer.  "Amelia?  Where are you off to?"

I finally let out a particularly loud "MMMMFF!" and heard the footsteps stop.  I could tell she was listening for the sound again.  I sucked in a deep breath and mmfed with all my might.

"Amelia...?" Aubrey asked unsurely, sliding the door open.  When she saw me tied up and helpless with tears in her eyes, she gasped in horror.  "Amelia!" she cried, dashing forward and ripping off the duct tape over my mouth.  She ripped off the blanket and I rocked up with force, thrusting my arms up.  My elbows bended and I slid my arms around her shoulders and wept.  She hugged me into her shoulder as I melted into her strong arms.

Her voice was frantic.  "What happened?  Are you alright?  Who tied you up?"  she burst out, reaching behind her own head and untaping my wrists.  I cringed back and glanced fearfully at the kitchen, where Duke and Jake were eating and talking heatedly.  

Rage knitted Aubrey's eyebrows together.  She angrily ripped the tape off my legs and ankles before bolting to her feet and running out the door.  I followed her with a cry of surprise.   She burst into the kitchen with a furious "DUKE EVRETT!" that seemed almost to shake the very ground.  She listed several words that I won't repeat before grabbing him roughly and slamming him against the wall.  "YOU LITTLE-!" and on with the words I won't repeat.  

Duke grinned cockily.  "I was just making my point that boys are far superior to girls."  he chuckled.

Aubrey scoffed.  "Please, don't make me laugh."

"I'm not trying to," he replied smugly.  "I just think you know you're wrong and you're just trying to cover it up."

He immediately knew he had made a mistake.  His eyes widened in horror as she leaned in with a sneer.  "Oh," she growled, "It is so on."  Without another word, she dropped him to the floor and burst out of the door and away.

TO BE CONTINUED
"Sleep is for the weak!"

Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby Sacrificiallove » Mon Jan 14, 2013 7:51 am

Who exactly is this Aubrey? Is she like Wonder Woman or something? If you portray her as some fierce, strong woman who ties up those stupid boys, I'll be ecstatic! I think I'll really like her...at least from what you've written here. I really hope Aubrey doesn't wind up getting tied up. That'd be disappointing.

Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby BoundBadBoy » Mon Jan 14, 2013 9:12 am

Great story so far. I can't wait to see more! You could introduce the characters more fully though. I have that same trait.

Oh, and sacrificiallove, why is it that you seem to hate being tied up? What's the point in being on this site then?
I won't struggle, i promise! Just pull that rope down so i can reach it easily.

Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby Sacrificiallove » Mon Jan 14, 2013 9:37 am

BoundBadBoy wrote:Great story so far. I can't wait to see more! You could introduce the characters more fully though. I have that same trait.

Oh, and sacrificiallove, why is it that you seem to hate being tied up? What's the point in being on this site then?

Lol. Cause I like tied up guys! I am fully dominate. Yeah.

(I should probably decide against saying this, but what the hey. I do find the idea of being tied up repulsive...but intriguing at the same time.)

Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby Sacrificiallove » Mon Jan 14, 2013 11:00 am

boundfan46 wrote:sweet story so far, and; if you like tied up guys, then stop critisizing the stories about girls tied up sacrificiallove, read ONLY THE STORIES ABOUT GUYS TIED UP

Hey, now, I don't know where exactly I "criticized" this story. I was just merely stating how I'd like the story to go, but the writer can do whatever they want.

I also don't know where in the title of this it said m/f. I was reading it because it said girls vs. boys, and I was hoping to see some girls one upping boys......I suppose you would rather not see that, and you probably want Aubrey to be tied up too......but we'll see where the writer takes it, and I'm assuming whichever way it goes, one of us will stop reading.

Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby BoundBadBoy » Mon Jan 14, 2013 1:32 pm

I think both of those events will happen, only in different parts of the story. If this is really a small war, then this will take up a lot of time. And time means that everyone will get their problems, but in different order. Probably. Some writers don't add that kind of realism into their 'wars'. We'll see. You may stop reading because you want to see something other than what you are seeing, but then later on what you want to see will be there only you won't. Think about that.
I won't struggle, i promise! Just pull that rope down so i can reach it easily.

Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby Sacrificiallove » Mon Jan 14, 2013 1:37 pm

BoundBadBoy wrote:I think both of those events will happen, only in different parts of the story. If this is really a small war, then this will take up a lot of time. And time means that everyone will get their problems, but in different order. Probably. Some writers don't add that kind of realism into their 'wars'. We'll see. You may stop reading because you want to see something other than what you are seeing, but then later on what you want to see will be there only you won't. Think about that.

You make a good point. Maybe I won't leave. But that won't exactly stop me from complaining if Aubrey gets tied up. What can I say, I'm not into women being damsels in distress.

That doesn't take away from the writing though. It's really well written and entertaining. I just can't help but state my unrelenting opinion about how I love heroines and not damsels in distress. Whatever the case, chairtied, have fun writing! I will read it no matter what. Doesn't mean I'll like everything about it. But the fact that people are into your story enough to have deferring opinions on the subject matter is an extremely good thing. This, unfortunately, has never happened when it comes to my writing on the site, so you are one step ahead of me. :)

Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby chairtied » Mon Jan 14, 2013 2:40 pm

CHAPTER ONE
DUKE

My eyes slipped open with a groan that ended up sounding like 'mmm.'  I could still only see blackness, even with my eyes open.  It took me a second to realize that I was blindfolded.  "What the-?" I tried to say.  What I really said was 'mmmf mmm?'

I began to panic.  It was really in my nature to be very manly, I was just shocked.  Totally, that's it.  Trying to get up, I realized something wound tightly around my ankles and wrists, restricting my movement.  I could only wiggle.  To keep myself from hyperventilating, I began taking slow, deep breaths.  'Breath, Duke,' I instructed myself, 'Breath.'  I stopped struggling and assessed the situation.  'Okay,' I started, 'I'm tied up, blindfolded and gagged, and I have no idea where I am.'  I paused for a while, letting that sink in. 

I closed my eyes and tried to think more clearly.  Not that closing my eyes made a difference, considering my blindfold.  'Okay, let's see what we're dealing with.'  I felt at my restraints.  All I could tell was that I was tied well.  Also, it was easy to notice that I was on the ground, considering it was cold cement.

I heard a door creak open and I froze.  It made similar squeals as it slid shut with a click, then a louder click signified that it was locked.  I heard footsteps, slowly getting louder and closer.  Shocked and trying to escape somehow, I struggled furiously, pulling as hard as I could, but I was unable to break free.  All I was able to do was slide across the cement.

I paused briefly and tried to feel about me for something that could help me know where I was.  Once I realized it was useless, I once again began to jerk side to side, trying in vain to get free.

I had always had a thin build.  That paired with the fact that I slept like a log made it not surprising that I had been so easily restrained.

A chuckle could be heard.  I froze again and only now realized the footsteps had stopped.  "It appears you failed to realize that payback, my friend, is a bitch." a voice chimed.  Wait... I know that voice!  It's-

"Yes," she interrupted my thoughts, "It's Penelope."  The blindfold was yanked off my face and standing in front of me was a girl with her sandy hair tied up in a high ponytail.  A girl who happened to be a close friend of both Aubrey and Amelia.  She was fairly short with a dainty figure and flawless tanned skin.  In other words, she was the girl I had a crush on since I first saw her.

A blush spread across my face when I realized I was tied up on the floor of her basement.  Even though it was only my wrists and ankles that were tied, it was embarrassing.  Penelope grinned, exposing rows of pearly teeth.  She was clearly amused by my reaction.  The fact that she was still dressed in her school track uniform didn't help.  

I began to struggle at my bonds again, which was simply duct tape wrapped around my wrists and ankles.  She giggled as I managed to wrench my wrists free and tackled me.

Her hands and arms were weak, put her muscled legs made up for the difference as she held me down.  She flipped me over onto my stomach and tied my wrists, this time with tightly knotted rope.  After she was done with that, she tied my elbows together, which didn't work out so well for my comfort.  She then tied my arms to my torso and my shoulders to my chest.  I mmfed furiously as she tied my knees securely, then untaped my ankles and tied them.  

My eyes popped as I felt her begin to loosen the laces on my shoe.  I pushed out my tongue and managed to get off the duct tape gag.  "Please stop!  What did I ever do to you?" I groaned as my elbows began to ache.  I suddenly had an itch killing me in my nose, and was unable to scratch it.  

She chuckled and jerked off my shoe.  "It's not so much to me," she replied, working at the other shoe.  "But what you did to Amelia.  And what you said about girls being worse than boys."  Her eyes glinted with mischief clearly hidden in the forest green orbs.  She finally managed to rip off my second shoe, after which it was easy to pull off my socks.

My eyes widened and I poised my lips to scream.  Before I could, however, I felt her stuffing my socks into my mouth.  I gagged from the horribly terrible taste.  She wrapped duct tape around my mouth and head several times, then stood and went back to my now bare feet.  

I tried to yell angrily at her while struggling to get free, but it came out as, 'Mmmf!  Mmmm!'  She laughed again, this time in a more belittling way.  

"Oh," she cooed in a sickly sweet tone, "Is little Dukey a bit... Ticklish?" She experimentally prodded my foot.  I tried to stifle a laugh as I wriggled to get away.  She easily pinned me down with one foot on my bound ankles and began to tickle my feet without pause.

"MMMMMFF!"  I roared into the gag and tried to pull away, but I couldn't stop laughing, and my lungs were collapsing in on themselves.  I weighed in the pure ticklishness of the moment.  I couldn't breath anymore, I was too busy mmfing my laughter.

Finally, after what seemed like a century, she released me from my torment.  I tried to calm my beating heart as she watched in satisfaction.  She bent down and untied my wrists, by kept my elbows tied.  She quickly slipped duct tape around them quite ineffectively.  I could tell it would take me about fifteen minutes to escape from them, though.  She cut the ropes on my ankles and replaced it with a similar duct tape layer.  Only then she untied my arms and legs.

"Now then," she giggled innocently, "You have ten minutes to escape before I come back down with some extra stuff.  Better hurry!"  My heat pounded in my ears as I realized what she was doing.  Immediately I began to work at the tape as she climbed the stairs and disappeared.  I counted in my head.  At about one minute, the tape was only just looser.  I became frantic as I realized I wasn't going fast enough.

She hadn't tied me very tightly, but it was tight enough to restrict movement.  I struggled furiously, loosening them more and more.  Five minutes.  I could almost twist my ankles out.  Six minutes.  I wrenched them free.  Seven. My wrists tugged and slid.  Eight.  They were getting looser.  Nine.  Sweat rolled down my face as I jerked, putting my all behind it.  Nine minutes, thirty seconds.  I jerked free and leaped to my feet before sprinting.  Nine minutes forty five seconds.  I burst out the door, ripping off the gag and spitting the socks out.  

As I ran, I reached for the cellphone in my jacket pocket.  I ripped it out and dialed Jake.  Before he could say a thing, I barked, "Get the boys all together.  We've got a war to fight."

He didn't question it, just agreed and said he'd meet me at the 'secret clubhouse,' a.k.a a random empty shed in the forest.  By the time I reached it, I was soaked with sweat and panting.  Everyone was already there.  I slammed my palms onto a rickety old table.

"Okay," I gasped, "This is war, boys.  Which neiborhood girl should we tie up, and how?"

TO BE CONTINUED
"Sleep is for the weak!"

Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby Sacrificiallove » Mon Jan 14, 2013 5:15 pm

Haha, I liked this! If they all tie each other up equally, I probably will be happy. I'm still looking forward to seeing how hardcore Aubrey is.

Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby xtc » Tue Jan 15, 2013 1:45 am

A fun tale so far. Thanks or posting but don't be in too much of a hurry. It's always worth re-reading what has already been written before posting. That way the little niggles cab be spotted. Your story telling is too good to be rushed with the consequent LITTLE mistakes.
I look forward to your next post.

PS. This is a GOOD example of story telling. It is not just an arid list of ties. I'll stop ranting now.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby Sacrificiallove » Tue Jan 15, 2013 2:58 pm

boundfan46 wrote:this was good also, and; sacrificial i appoligize for the comment earlier,we all have our likes and dislikes; but i will not post my dislikes on a story of guys tied up ever; we all write our likes, i am sorry

It's fine. Thanks for apologizing. I guess your the kind of person who probably just would ignore the stories of guys tied up. I tend to be a little too vocal sometimes. But don't get too up in arms about the things I say...I'm not trying to criticize anyone or be judgmental, I'm just extremely opinionated. ;)

Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby chairtied » Tue Jan 15, 2013 6:18 pm

CHAPTER TWO
MARISA

A soft breeze blew against me, making my hair sway in a flurry of chestnut locks.  I gave a small smile as I watched my little sister skipping rope.  An extra rope for me and several others were in a tangled heap to my right.  I was sitting in the lush grass, its springy blades feeling comfortable on my bare frets and hands. 

Little Elisa was a sweet young sister with hair just like mine, but much shorter.  While mine flowed to my waist, hers stopped just above her shoulders.  When she turned to me with a childish giggle and requested I play with her, I was inclined to agree.

I jogged over to her and grabbed a skipping rope.  It had been quite a long time since I had skipped rope, so I was fairly certain I would be terrible at it.  I gripped the handles at each end and took a few deep breaths before beginning to skip.  To my side, Elisa was laughing joyfully and rapidly skipping like a master.

I smiled at her and tried to speed up, but ended up getting my ankle caught and toppling to the ground.  I heard a familiar laugh and my heart stopped momentarily.  When I spun around wildly, I saw an unmistakable head of chopped-short, crazy black hair that seemed to stick up in every direction.  

"Aubrey!" I exclaimed excitedly, hugging her.  She chuckled and hugged back slightly.  "I haven't seen you around here in a while!"  By 'here,' I meant this side of the business reserve house thing, by the way  

She shrugged.  "Eh.  Whatever, Marisa.  The ice cream here isn't good enough." she joked.  

I laughed.  If there was anything Aubrey was known for- besides, of coarse, her martial arts skills and short temper, it was her joking personality.  Whether they were funny or not, Bree was usually telling some kind of joke.  It was a bit weird sometimes coming from a girl of monstrous height and obvious muscles.  

"What?" I feigned indigence.  "Are you saying my ice cream isn't good enough for you?"  

"Yes." she deadpanned.  I humphed and stuck up my nose.

Bree stood, her baggy graphic tee rustling in the wind.  With a last crooked grin brimming with mischief, she turned away.  "I'm gonna get some ice cream.  See ya soon," she called, sprinting away.  She hated wasting time, and thought anything slow was a waste.

I stood there for a bit, watching after her with a giant smile covering my face.  I was brought out of my thoughts when Elisa caught my attention again.  I laughed and ran back to her, picking the skipping rope back up.  We both were preparing to skip, when...

"Hey, Marisa!" I turned to see a very unwelcome sight.  With a head full of wild blonde hair, it was Alexander Preston.  He stopped by me with a grin.  "Hey," he said flirtatiously looking me straight in the eye.  

I rolled my eyes, making sure he could see, and turned away.  "Buzz off, Alex." I grumbled, my happy moment ruined by this jerk.  Before I could go far, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.  

"Come on," he breathed, getting right up in my face uncomfortably.  "At least let me skip rope with you."  he gave me what I think was meant to be a seductive stare.  It made me want to puke all over his face.  

"No," I muttered, pulling my arms away but continuing to look him in the eyes.  "I won't go with you."

He shrugged in an 'I-don't-care' kind of way.  "Doesn't matter.  I was just supposed to distract you, anyway."  he drawled.

I blinked.  "Wait... What?"

Before I could react, I was jerked backwards, duct tape sealed over my mouth securely.  I tried to struggle instantly, but I wasn't strong enough.  Whoever it was took me to a tree, where they tied my wrists tightly together behind it using a skipping rope.  My arms could just barely reach around it, and it made my shoulders ache dully.

I began to thrash and kick, but someone quickly knotted my ankles together with a second skipping rope and I found it much harder.  I heard a little muffled yelp and my head turned.  My eyes popped when I saw Elisa being tied right next to my tree.  They tied her simply with one slender wrist to the other  and then stepped back to admire their handiwork.

I immediately thought, 'What the hell?'  It was the boys from our neighborhood. I could make out Alex, Duke and Jake before someone else standing behind me tied a blindfold around my eyes.  "Well, well, well." a conceited asshole who shall not be named chuckled.  "What do we have here?"

I mmfed angrily and tried to kick out, but no one was near enough for me to hit.  "Looks like this one is a kicker," another boy added.  "We might have to fix that."  

Someone grabbed my ankles and pulled them up, tying me at the knee.  I managed to get them with my kicks and heard them swear.  With anger, they forced my legs against the tree and tied me to it.

I heard, oddly enough, some laughter.  I immediately recognized the lighthearted giggle as Elisa.  "Heh, you're funny stupid man."  I heard her chime, then a growl of anger from Duke.  

"I'm not stupid," he muttered in exasperation.  I could only guess at what had happened, but he was pretty stupid sometimes, so I doubted my sister's conclusion was far off.  Knowing his attention was diverted, I shook my head furiously and managed to shake off the blindfold.  

Duke had tangled up a skipping rope that he had been planning to tie Elisa's ankles with.  That must have been why she called him stupid.  Rage boiled up in the place in my heart reserved for Elisa.  I tried to yell at him, but he barely noticed my 'mmmf!'

However, Alexander the Censored Word had heard.  He turned to me with a smirk and I glared at him full strength.  

"Idiot."

Everyone's heads snapped around to the sound.  It was Aubrey, leaning against a tree and eating from a tub of ice cream.  Immediately, questions poured out of Alex's mouth; "When did you get there?  Why didn't we notice?  Where did you get that ice cream?"

Bree shrugged nonchalantly.  "I got here when I moved, you didn't notice 'cause you suck, and, believe me," Her face suddenly became serious.  "You don't wanna KNOW where I got this ice cream."

While she talked, Duke edged to the side, and now he turned and ran, quickly followed by some other boys.  Alex was last to run.  She watched them leave with an uncaring glance to the side.  When they were out of sight, she walked over and untied me, then Elisa.  I ran to her to make sure she was okay.

"Sorry, Marisa," Aubrey apologized as she watched our reunion,  "Looks like I got you caught up in a girls vs. boys tie up war."

I turned to her as a grin slowly built up on my face.  "Oh, don't worry," I said, evil shining in my eyes.  "I'm excited.  Who else is in?"

Aubrey smirked at my enthusiasm.  "Penelope, Amelia, Elisa, Amber, you and I." she answered my question, "and we're gonna strike soon.  So, you want in?"  She offered me a rough, tan hand for shaking.

I took it.  "Yeah, I'm in."

"Good."  she chuckled with a grin mimicking mine, only with more trouble making behind hers.  "I was hoping you'd say that."

TO BE CONTINUED
"Sleep is for the weak!"

Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby Sacrificiallove » Tue Jan 15, 2013 7:30 pm

Aubrey really is Wonder Woman isn't she? I can't wait for her to totally get all these guys. They sound like jerks.

If for some reason you do go the route of her getting hers, can I just request that you don't make it in a damsel in distress way? I don't know, like, she gets jumped by all the guys all by herself unexpectedly, or she does it as a sacrifice for one of the other girls, or some such. A girl like this, I can't imagine anyone overpowering her in a damsel in distress way.

Funnily enough, Aubrey sounds like the kind of girl I would create. I love her!

Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby Sacrificiallove » Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:53 pm

Are you ever going to continue this? It was getting really good.

Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Feb 04, 2013 4:07 pm

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

Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby DMC13 » Fri Feb 08, 2013 7:44 pm

You know, I feel like a cross between sacrificiallove and boundfan on 'dis. I lile both.
I don't care.

Re: This means WAR. (Girls vs Boys)

Postby DMC13 » Mon Jul 01, 2013 8:45 pm

It's been a long time. How have you been?
I don't care.