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viking (well, they haven't won at that point yet),
xtc (its fortunate that I learned to type fast while I was very young, and that my profession involved lots of typing, and yeah, I'm lucky I have fairly large family and many friends growing up,
TUfriend, and
Canuck100, (thanks for thinking that it belongs in the Hall of Fame. I really grateful for that. ), and
sarumansauron. Anyway, there's the next update.
Winter 1966-67
Maggie
Part IV
A Twist in the Game
(m+/f), (m+/m+f+)
Before I knew it, I was gagged. My own little sister had the pleasure of stuffing Donald’s handkerchief in my open mouth and sealing it with tape as soon as pursed it together at her request. She’s becoming a little pain, but that was expected.
“Aw! Little Maggie’s tied up! Are you enjoying yourself?” David asked my cousin.
She shrugged.
“This is how we play,” he declared. “Now that you’ve experienced it, still want to play tie-up with us?”
Maggie seemed to think, but she nodded, at first weakly, then vigorously.
Donald and Betty smiled at that.
“Want to be untied?” Betty asked.
Maggie shook her head.
“Well then, let’s join the others,” Donald declared before he and Betty helped Maggie and I stand up. We marched together and entered Maggie’s room.
Even though I expected it, and I had seen them like that countless times, it was still a shock to me to see the twins, both of them, as they were. Both twins were seated on separate chairs, their hands bound to the armrests, their mouth gagged with tape and stuffed with some kind of cloth. I was quickly led to the bed, where I was lain on my stomach. My feet and knees were tied. I was then hogtied rather tightly.
Andrew, David and Donald stood back to admire their handiwork. Betty circled around us, giving oohs and aaahs at the ropework. Maggie was standing, bound and gagged as she was, and she followed Betty around looking at the boys’ bonds.
“Well, you didn’t expect your reunion to be like this,” laughed Andrew.
Both twins nodded. It was certainly strange, and memorable.
“You didn’t expect Maggie too, did you?” my brother asked them.
Chester nodded. Jay hesitated a bit before nodding too.
“Well, anyway, we have both of you, plus Tom. That’s three out of five. According to the rules, that’s enough to win,” Andrew continued. He was to say more but he was interrupted.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Nancy, to our surprise, entered. She was wearing a calf length dress, thick black tights, and a thick coat, scarf, and a hat. It looked like she entered the house and ran straight to Maggie’s room without bothering to remove the thick winter clothes.
“Maggie?” she said as she looked at her and stopped, then scanned the room.
“Nancy?” David exclaimed.
“Um, I’m here to see Maggie,” Nancy said, looking at our bound and gagged forms. “I guess she’s busy.”
She started to back out, but the door suddenly closed. Donald, who slammed it shut, was resting on the door and grinning at Nancy.
Nancy didn’t need to turn around to learn that she was trapped.
“Where’s Cathy?” her brother, David, asked. (Cathy (7) was Nancy and David’s little sister)
“Um, tied up at home?” Nancy replied.
“You tied up Cathy?” asked Betty.
Nancy nodded. “I’ve been practicing!”
“Who’s watching her?” Andrew asked.
“Oh Mom knows she’s tied up. She’ll let her go if she’s tied up too long,” Nancy replied.
“Well, then I guess you won’t mind getting tied up right now,” Andrew said, smiling with a length of rope in his hands.
“I guess not,” said Nancy. “Talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time!”
(I later learned, after all of this, that Nancy, after she tied up Cathy, also wanted to add Maggie to her list of victims. So she decided to call Maggie and tell her to go to her home and tie her up, but when she tried to call, she was told by Maggie’s Mom that she’s busy and can’t talk (hah!!). So she decided to fetch her herself! Boy, did that backfire on her rather spectacularly.)
Andrew helped her remove her coat, scarf, and the like, carefully placing it at the bed. I can see now that she was wearing a blue dress that reached to her calves. Nancy then placed her hands behind her. Andrew quickly tied it, tying it horizontally then vertically before cinching it tight and knotting it off at the top of her hands. He takes the long trailing ends and wraps it around her waist tight, knotting it off at the back.
At the same time, David rummaged Maggie’s drawers. He selected a couple of handkerchiefs. “Can I use this to gag Nancy?” he asked.
Maggie, who was looking wide-eyed at all of this, nodded.
“Thank you,” said David as he selected a large handkerchief and wadded it.
However, before David went and put it on Nancy’s mouth, Betty, who had been silently watching this, suddenly grabbed the wad. “I want to gag her!” she insisted and went to where Nancy was.
“Aw, do you have to gag me?” Nancy whined.
“Yes. Now, open up!” my sister commanded.
Nancy pouted but opened her mouth wide. My sister smiled and put the cloth in. She pushed with her fingers until all of it was inside.
“Now put your lips together,” David, who was holding a strip of duct tape, said.
Nancy did as asked, and David put a strip of tape over her lips. He tore a couple of more, and soon, covered her mouth from nose to chin, from ear to ear, with tape.
“Let’s tickle these three and get it over with,” Andrew said as soon as Nancy was finished being tied up.
That drew a cheer from Donald and David.
We were immediately tickled. Like all our previous tickling, this was a bit of fun but more of hell. It was not the most intense, but it was excruciating. It lasted five minutes with breaks.
David, Andrew, and Donald quickly shuffled the bound Maggie and Nancy, who watched while we were tickled, as well as the free Betty, who talked with her two bound friends, out of the room. Andrew carried Nancy’s extra winter clothes. We three captives were left alone to struggle free.
I gave it a go, but after a few minutes of tugging and pulling, it was obvious that getting free would require so much effort that by the time I’m halfway done, the thirty minutes would be up and I would still have lost. So I decided to simply wait out the time.
The twins, however, had more success. The way they were gagged and bound to the chair made escape possible. Chester was the one who thought of the escape. Only the lower part of his arm, from his elbow to his wrists, was bound, so he was able to lean forward. He soon found out that he can lean his head pretty close to one of his hands. He twisted his hands, and soon, he can touch his face. He quickly, detected, using his fingers, the edge of the tape imprisoning his mouth. After a few attempts, he clutched the edge with his fingers, and yanked his head upward, tearing the tape off his face. I’m sure it was painful as it was sudden, and he gave a whispered yelp. He duly spat out the wad in his mouth, which was a handkerchief.
His mouth free, he managed to hop the chair where he was bound towards Jay, who was attempting to do the same thing with his gag. There was still a problem of getting their hands free. Their arms were well tied and the knots were out of reach. As a result, Chester made no progress at all in freeing Jay or himself. However, in the course of hopping his chair, he came across besides the bed.
“Can you wriggle towards me?” Chester asked me. “I’ll try to undo your ankle ties.”
I nodded, and wriggled myself across the bed. It was difficult, being hogtied and all, but I persisted until my feet touched the chair. Chester tried to undo the knots on my ankles. He worked on the big knot that is within reach of his grasping fingers.
Finally, I felt the knots of my hogtie loosen, and I stretched my feet. With that, I was able to sit on the bed, stand and hop on the floor, and positioned myself so that my back was directly in front of one of Chester’s hands. With the fingers of one hand, he tried to undo my knots.
It was a race against time. The clock was ticking. If they return before we had freed our hands, we would lose. Without any water pistols around, we would certainly lose any confrontation.
Near the deadline, I felt the ropes loosen around my wrists loosen.
“Get your feet loose, and get out of here,” Chester said. “There’s no time to untie us.”
I understood and immediately went and undid the ropes binding my ankles. When I was free, without even removing my gag, I opened the door, and fled the room.