## 22 - Pajama Party Prisoners (m+/f+, f+/m+)

Post by canuck100 » Sat Oct 10, 2015 3:58 pm

This is a repost of a story originally published by Silent Simon in February 2004
Stephanie
One of the most enthralling episodes in my “pliking” days, as far as tie-up games are concerned, came fairly late in my childhood, the summer before I turned seventeen, and I have my little sister Tiffany to thank for it. While she and her friend Jennifer (whom you may remember from some earlier stories) were planning this great, end-of-summer sleepover, one of them suggested it might be fun to rent scary movies, and then have me and my friends kidnap the six girls one by one and tie them all up. It certainly caught my interest and I told them if that’s the kind of sleepover they wanted, then that’s the kind of sleepover they would get.
It was less than a week away, so I called Bryan and Kevin over and we began to plan. I don’t know how many times my mother nearly caught us sneaking around the house stashing stuff where we thought we might ambush or hide one of the girls, but she didn’t seem to catch on. And I knew that once the sleepover night came, she and dad would make themselves scarce in their bedroom and let the girls have the run of the house. We boys were supposed to stay over at Bryan’s for the night, but unbeknownst to my mother, we already had other plans. We would not be staying away at all.
Friday night came, and one by one, the girls began to arrive. Bryan, Kevin and I hid at the end of our front porch, which was very long and surrounded by a railing and a thick hedge. We could watch them come without them even knowing we were anywhere around. Jennifer was the first to arrive. She was the tallest of the girls who would be spending the night, having grown quite a bit over the last year. She stood at 5’7, tall and slender with breasts that were more than ample for a fourteen year old. She was wearing a pair of shorts that fit tightly but came nearly to her knees, and a red and white striped tank-top, with tennis shoes and ankle socks. She had a nice tan from spending so much time at the pool over the summer, and long brown hair that hung nearly to her waist. Her eyes were enormous and dark, and her nose was dotted with freckles. She had been my victim more than once, but I couldn’t wait for this evening to start, just so I could tie her up and watch her squirm.
Kellie and Amber were sisters who lived down the street, a pair of cute little redheads who at twelve and thirteen were not yet showing any signs of young-womanhood yet. They were both rather tomboyish, with their carrot-tops bobbed off, and they had low, husky voices. Kellie was the older of the two, and she was wearing overall shorts and a t-shirt underneath. Amber was in a pair of cutoffs and a baseball jersey, probably her brother’s, who was a year younger than me. Though they had been friends with my sister ever since moving to our neighborhood, they had not yet fallen victim to any of our tie-ups. Of course, they were both little tough girls, so we expected a fight from both of them. It would be a challenge, but rewarding.
Next to arrive was a girl named Denise, who was short with honey blonde curls and bright green eyes, and the pudgy kind of curves you can expect from a girl who is sprouting out before she sprouts up. She was one of Tiffany’s newest friends, having only lived in the neighborhood for a year, and she had never been one of our prisoners either. She was a quiet girl, with a sweet but bashful smile, and I don’t think she had ever said ten words to me the whole time I had known here. Of course, we weren’t going to give her much of a chance to say any words tonight, if we could help it.
The last of my sister’s guests was the one who was first on my list of captures for the night, another one who had never fallen victim to my ropes, but whom I had thought about tying up for a long time. Stephanie was the same age as my sister, nearly fourteen, and about the same size, just a little shorter than me, and she wore loose fitting shorts and an oversized t-shirt to hide the fact that she wasn’t shaped like a little girl anymore. Her normally blonde hair was nearly white from the summer sun, and she had it in a French braid against the back of her head. She was also tanned and freckled, with laughing blue eyes and a smile that would blind a guy. I don’t mind admitting I had a little crush on her, but that’s all it was. That and a desire to tie her up and hold her hostage for a little while. I couldn’t wait!
Once all the girls were inside, we began making our plans. It was still a couple of hours before dark, and we wanted to wait until it was completely dark outside before we made our move. Our plan was to catch them one by one, or in pairs if we had to, and haul them upstairs. With my brother Tim in his own apartment for the summer, we had three bedrooms upstairs to stash our captives in before we brought them all together, and we had plenty of rope to tie them with, and lots of handkerchiefs and tape to gag and blindfold them with. We had stuff stashed all over the house, depending on where we thought we might capture one of them. I could tell by the lights on in the house that my parents had already retreated into their bedroom, and the occasional screams of the girls showed that they were in the middle of their first scary movie. When it was almost completely dark outside, we agreed to go in and begin the adventure.
We sneaked across the front porch, chancing a peak into the darkened living room where six teenage girls all sat on our sectional, holding their cokes and popcorn with their wide eyes glued to the screen as a maniacal killer picked off the characters one by one. I couldn’t believe my parents were actually letting them watch that kind of movie, but it did make for tension. We slipped around to the kitchen door and let ourselves in. The door was locked, but there was a key under the mat that I used. We closed the door quietly and decided to split up. Kevin was going to hide in the dark dining room just off the kitchen, Bryan was going to be in the closet at the base of the stairs, and I would be in position in the closet next to the bathroom. And then we waited.
Shortly after we were all in place, the first movie ended, and we heard them getting up to stretch and take care of stuff before putting in the next movie. A happy but nervous chatter went up in the living room, and through the crack in the door, I saw my sister and Jennifer go into the kitchen to make more popcorn. I knew that all of the girls would eventually use the bathroom, and we had already decided that the last girl out of the bathroom would be our first captive. From my vantage point, I could see Bryan looking through the slightly open door of the closet and Kevin kneeling in a corner of the dining room. They were both looking at me, and I knew we all had the same idea. It didn’t take long, and to my delight, Stephanie was going to be our first victim.
She came out of the bathroom and turned off the light, and before she could move very far down the hallway, I stepped out of the closet and moved quickly up behind her. She didn’t even hear me coming as I grabbed her from behind. I had a bandanna balled up in my right hand, and I brought it quickly around her face, thrusting the wadded cloth into her mouth as she tried to scream. The other girls were laughing and the TV was on, so no one heard the strangled cry of their friend as she tried to twist out of my grasp. But I had too much practice at this to let her get away. With my right hand clamped tightly over her mouth to keep her as quiet as possible, I wrapped my left arm around her body pinning one of her arms tightly down against her and grabbing her other wrist to keep her from flailing. At that moment, Bryan came out of the closet and grabbed her legs, and though she was putting up a good fight, it didn’t take much effort to get her down the hall and up the stairs. Kevin moved to the bottom of the stairs to be our lookout, and Bryan and I took our first captive into Tim’s old room to tie her up.
I’ll say this for Stephanie. Although she realized as soon as Bryan came out of the closet that this was just for fun and not for real, she acted like she was fighting for her life. She let us get up the stairs before she really started kicking, and I was afraid that her screams, though muffled in the handkerchief I had stuffed in her mouth, were going to alert someone that something was up. Once we were in the bedroom and had the door closed, I held her while Bryan grabbed one of the bandannas we had hidden up here and made quite a deal out of folding it into a long narrow band in front of her. With a nod from me, he pressed it between her lips as I dropped my hand from her mouth, and an instant later it was knotted tightly behind her head. Then we wrestled her onto the bed and held her down on her stomach while we pulled her hands behind her back and began to tie her.
Once we had the rope looped around her wrists and secured, it didn’t take much to tie her ankles and knees, and then we bent her legs back to tie her feet to her hands in a firm but not strict hog-tie. There was a little slack, because we didn’t want to injure our prisoners, but not enough for her to do more than rock back and forth on her stomach. She looked up at us, her blue eyes indignant as she protested through her gag. I could tell that she wasn’t really upset, but she sure let us have it, and I was glad for the handkerchiefs in her mouth, because I’m afraid I might not have liked what she was calling me. With big grins on our faces, we winked at her and went off downstairs for our second victim.
Jennifer
We knew the girls were getting restless, at least those who didn’t know what was going on. They were ready to start the next movie, another slasher flick with virgin babysitters in their nightgowns fleeing in terror from some faceless horror. To their credit, Tiffany and Jennifer realized immediately what had happened and began playing it up. My sister Tiffany called out, “Hey Steph! We’re waiting for you!”
When no answer came, Jennifer said, “Maybe someone should go check on her. How long has it been?”
“Fifteen minutes,” Tiffany said loudly, although I knew it had only been five.
“Well, where is she?” someone said. I thought it was Denise, the little chubby girl who reminded me a lot of Shirley Temple.
“Didn’t she go to the bathroom?” someone else asked, either Kellie or Amber. They both sounded just alike.
“I’ll check,” Jennifer said, and a moment later she was bouncing into the hallway. She must have seen me close the closet door, because she stood outside it and hissed, “Hey, Simon! Is that you?”
I opened the door and looked into her excited brown eyes. She could hardly contain her glee at knowing that our plan for kidnapping the girls was underway. “Yeah, it’s me.”
“Who else is here?”
“Bryan and Kevin.” I nodded behind her, but when she turned, she couldn’t see anyone. They were still hiding.
“Where’s Stephanie?”
“Upstairs.”
“Can I see her?”
“Only if you want to join her,” I replied, laughing wickedly. Of all my sister’s friends, these were definitely the cutest.
“Okay, but I want you to do it.” She lowered her voice to an even softer whisper and said, “I don’t trust your friends. Bryan grabbed my boob the last time you two tied me up.”
I grinned and said, “Maybe it was an accident.”
“Maybe so, but I don’t want any accidents tonight. Come tie me up, Simon.”
You don’t get that kind of invitation very often, so I stepped out of the closet and together we hurried up the stairs. Bryan peeked out as we went, and I gave him the thumbs up. Half-way up, one of the girls called out, “Hey, Jenn! Are you okay?”
I looked at her in apprehension, wondering what she would do, but she didn’t disappoint me. With a sly wink, she said, “Stephie’s not in the bathroom. I’m checking to see if she used the one upstairs!” She bounded on up ahead of me, and I was right behind her. She looked down the hall and I gestured to the last door, the one where we had stashed Stephanie. She grinned and said, “Let me go in, then you come in and do me, okay?” I suppose that phrase could mean different things to different people, but I nodded in understanding. I had never been guilty of abusing my tying privileges with any of my victims, and I wasn’t about to start now. Just the fact that Jennifer was as excited as we were was enough to keep it all clean for me. Jennifer winked and went inside.
There was a startled exclamation from inside, mangled and muffled by the wad of cloth I had tied securely in Stephanie’s mouth, and Jennifer gasped in surprise. “Stephanie! What happened?” I gave her just enough time to cross the room, then I went in behind her and closed the door. She was just bending over Stephanie, who was still lying hog-tied on my brother’s old bed, reaching for the bandanna stretched tightly between the blonde girl’s lips, when they both heard me. She whirled around, grinning widely at me as she said, “Simon! What are you doing?”
“Just playing a little game,” I replied, pulling a length of rope out of my pocket. “Turn around and put your hands behind you.”
Stephanie began to grunt into her gag, but Jennifer played along as if she didn’t have a clue. She turned around but asked anxiously, “What are you going to do to me? Did you do that to Stephanie?”
“Yeah,” I replied, crossing her wrists behind her back and looping the rope around them. I wrapped the rope three times horizontally, then three times vertically, then once more horizontally before knotting it tightly. Jennifer didn’t resist, but kept looking over her shoulder and saying things like, “Hey!” and “That’s really tight!” but not loudly enough for anyone to hear her. Stephanie continued moaning behind her gag, watching in wonder at my tying Jennifer.
With my hand on her shoulder, I spun Jennifer around to face me and pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed. I reached under the bed for another rope and quickly tied her ankles, wrapping the rope horizontally several times before cinching it with a couple of vertical passes. More rope went around her thighs just above her knees.
“They’re going to come looking for me, you know! You won’t get away with this!” I loved the giddy repartee, but I also knew it was about time to put a stop to it. Reaching under the bed, I pulled out a couple of white handkerchiefs and wadded them together. She knew what it was for, but asked anyway, “What are you going to do with those? You’re not going to gag me, are you? You’re not going to put those in my mouth!”
Standing up, I smiled and said, “Open wide.”
“Wait! No, not yet!” She protested. “Please, you donnnmmmppppphhhhh!” I stuffed the double wad of handkerchiefs into her mouth, forcing it past her lips and teeth as I grabbed the back of her head, staring down into her widening dark eyes as I crammed the gag into her throat. She let out a strangled cry of protest, trying to turn her head, and then we heard the call that I had known was inevitable from the moment we came upstairs.
“Jennifer? Hey, Jenn! Are you up there?”
Drawing in a deep breath through her nose, Jennifer started to scream, but I forced her back onto the bed and covered her stuffed mouth with my hand, pinning her to the mattress. She struggled weakly, crying through the cloth in her throat, and Stephanie began to wriggle in her own ropes, shouting into the bandannas that filled and bound her mouth. I heard footsteps, but continued holding Jennifer down, trusting that my friends would know what to do. As Jennifer continued to moan through the handkerchiefs against my hand, I looked back over my shoulder at the door and waited for it to open. An instant later it did.
Denise was standing there, and for the moment it took her to register the scene—Stephanie hog-tied and gagged on the bed, me holding Jennifer down with my hand over her mouth—she was too completely startled to say or do anything. Then I saw two shadows behind her and I knew it was time for Denise to join her two friends.
Denise
Denise was never much of a talker around me, although Tiffany assured me she was quite a loud mouth normally. Now standing in the doorway to my brother’s old bedroom, I could see the speechlessness in her eyes as she surveyed the situation. Her friend Stephanie was hog-tied on the bed, facing the door and grunting furiously into the gag I had stuffed and tied in her mouth. Jennifer was bucking her bound body against me as I pinned her to the mattress and covered her mouth, and she also was vociferating through the wad of handkerchiefs I had crammed into her throat. I wasn’t really sure how I was going to handle the situation until I saw Bryan and Kevin emerge from the darkness behind Denise. She just stood there staring at the strange sight before her, not able to say anything. Her eyes were so wide, they looked as if they might pop right out of her head, and her mouth hung open in a soundless exclamation of surprise. Then Kevin grabbed her, and as soon as he touched her, she went berserk.
It was a good thing he covered her mouth first, because she began to shriek as she jerked against his encircling arms. It was also a good thing that Bryan was there to help him, because I had my hands full trying to keep Jennifer from getting away as she playfully put up a valiant struggle beneath me. As Denise began to flail and twist trying to break out of Kevin’s grasp, they pushed her into the room and quickly closed the door, then Bryan grabbed her hands and pulled them together in front of her. To all of our surprise, she kicked him in the shin and elbowed Kevin at the same time, knocking both of them clear and she whirled for the door. I was the only one who could act, and betting that Jennifer would not spoil our game I leaped off the bed and grabbed for Denise. Her fingers were already on the knob when I grabbed her and hauled her to the floor, clamping my hand tightly over her mouth as I wrapped my legs around hers and dodged her swinging arms.
Bryan was the first to come to my aid. Kevin was still doubled over, slumped against the wall and gasping for breath. I suppressed a laugh and moved to one side so that Bryan could grab Denise’s hands. He quickly pulled them together at the small of her back and succeeded in roping them together. I was still trying to keep her silent, with one hand pressed over her mouth and the other pushing on the back of her head. She was putting up quite a fight, and I wondered if she had a lot of practice at defending herself.
Kevin finally recovered, and crawled over to help us. He crossed her ankles and tied them together with more rope, and then Bryan and I pulled her up into a sitting position and we whispered among ourselves about how to gag her. She was not going to make it easy, and I was almost afraid someone was going to lose a finger. Bryan had a bandanna that he pulled out and folded into a long narrow band. He fashioned an enormous knot in the middle of the cloth and nodded to me. I moved my hand up to her forehead as quickly as I could, pinning her head back against my shoulder as he wedged the knot between her teeth and pulled the ends of the bandanna around her face. I let her go and bent her forward for him to tie the gag in place. To Denise’s credit, she did not give up.
Catching the gag in a vice-like bite, she continued to scream around it, trying to force it out of her mouth with her tongue as we attempted to tie it around her thrashing head. Bryan managed a knot that kept it loosely in place, but Kevin was already prepared with plan B. He was tearing a strip of wide silver duct tape loose as we flipped her onto her back and held her down. She saw the tape coming and shook her head, but an instant later it was plastered over her already gagged mouth, sealing her lips and muzzling her screams. Four strips later, her face was covered from nose to chin over the knotted bandanna, and we were confident it would keep her quiet. She moaned mournfully into the gag and looked from one of us to the other with those enormous green eyes that I knew were swearing revenge in the whatever way a thirteen year old girl could exact.
I glanced over at the bed and saw that Jennifer had propped her self up on her elbows to watch and that the wadded handkerchiefs I had crammed into her mouth minutes before were now on her chest. Stephanie didn’t see this, and I didn’t want her to, so I moved quickly. Kneeling on the bed between the two girls, I snatched up the handkerchiefs and thrust them back into her willing mouth. She took the whole wad graciously, her eyes sparkling, and I said, “Kevin, give me some more of that tape.”
He tore off strip after strip and I sealed them in place until Jennifer’s mouth was covered like Denise’s. I knew she didn’t mind because we had done this before. She did test the gag out, gurgling quietly in her throat, but we both knew she would never be able to make much noise.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw that Bryan had continued binding Denise with ropes, wrapping them above and below her knees, and also around her arms and torso. Still putting up a fight, she did everything she could to make it hard for him, but with her hands tied and her mouth taped shut, there wasn’t really much she could do except wiggle. And I knew Bryan had had enough practice with wiggling captives to not let it affect him. I almost felt sorry for Denise, because her struggle was only making Bryan more determined to completely immobilize her. With sweat dripping from his face, he tied the last knot on the rope he had wrapped around her waist and looped around her hands, then sat back to take in the sight of our three captives. Now the question was what to do with them while we waited to get the other three.
First we blindfolded them with bandannas, then I motioned that Denise should go in the closet. It was empty of all of Tim’s clothes, but stacked with boxes, leaving only a tiny space to the right of the door into which we could shove her. We wedged her in with her back against the wall, her knees drawn up beneath her chin, and her feet against a rather sturdy box. She made an uncertain sound through her taped lips and we closed the door on her. Stephanie was fine hog-tied, but I didn’t quite trust Jennifer the way she was. Hauling her off the bed and ignoring her inquisitive grunts, we placed her back against the corner post of the bed and I grabbed for some more rope.
Working carefully now so as not to grope her, I passed the rope around and around the post and her body, wrapping it first above her breasts and then below, until I had taken four turns in each direction. Tying that rope off, I looped another one around her waist and the post. She wiggled from side to side, satisfying me and her both that she would probably not get out of this on her own, and then she grunted in frustration. I smoothed the tape over her lips and cheeks, rechecked her blindfold, and then Bryan, Kevin and I slipped out of the room to make plans for what we hoped would be our final assault, three on three.
Close Call
When we crept down the stairs into the darkened hallway, we could hear Tiffany and her two remaining free friends, the red-headed sisters Kellie and Amber, talking in the living room. The TV was on, so we were sure they had not been able to hear any of the struggle that had gone on upstairs. I motioned for Kevin to stay at the foot of the stairs, and Bryan and I slipped into the kitchen. Peeking around the corner, I had a clear shot into the living room, and the girls didn’t seem to be worried. Then all of a sudden, Tiffany looked my way, looked right into my eyes, and I jerked back, then looked again. She was smiling a mischievous smile and I whispered to Bryan, “I think we’d better get Tiffany next, or take them all at once, because she looks like she’s up to something.” It wouldn’t be the first time Tiffany had pulled a prank of her own.
Bryan nodded to me, and we went back out into the hallway. Things hadn’t gone exactly as planned, so we told Kevin to stay in the closet while we went upstairs to get more stuff to tie the girls up with. In my room we collected some more bandannas and lots more rope, and Bryan hooked the duct tape behind his belt. Just before going downstairs, I decided to peek in on our first three prisoners.
To this day I really don’t know how she did it, but when I looked in, I got the surprise of my life. Jennifer was untied and kneeling on the bed working Stephanie’s ropes free. Jennifer still had the tape plastered across the bottom half of her face and Stephanie was also still gagged, but her feet were free and Jennifer was working furiously on her hands. Bryan and I shouted in surprise and flew into the room. Jennifer made an uncertain sound through her gag as she dove behind the bed and Stephanie launched off the bed with ropes still dangling from one of her wrists, trying to get past us to the door. I trusted Bryan to catch her and moved quickly to grab Jennifer before she could get away.
She was just ripping the tape from her face as I rounded the bed, and she smiled as she spit out the gagging handkerchiefs, then leaped back up on the bed and clambered across it. Bryan was busy trying to restrain Stephanie, who was putting up a fiercer struggle this time, and I thought Jennifer was really going to escape. But instead of going down the stairs, she darted down the hall toward my room. Casting an annoyed look at Bryan, who now had Stephanie’s hands pinned behind her back and was trying to tie them together again, I chased Jennifer down the hall and managed to get my leg in the door before it shut.
Giggling, she said, “This isn’t going the way you planned, is it?”
“How did you get free?”
“A girl doesn’t tell all her secrets, Simon.” She reached down and tickled my knee, which was a surefire way to get me to jerk it back, but I threw my weight against the door to keep her from shutting it, and then I felt her give way. I burst into the room and saw her backing away, holding out her hands and laughing. “Please!” she pleaded in a mock terrified voice. “Don’t hurt me! Please don’t hurt me.”
“Oh, I’m not going to hurt you,” I said in as sinister a voice as I could muster, thumbing the lock on the door so we wouldn’t be disturbed. “You just do as you’re told and you won’t get hurt.”
“You’re not going to tie me up again, are you?” Her brown eyes were wide with feigned fright, and she had backed all the way up against my dresser.
“I’m going to tie you up, but I think I’d better frisk you this time.”
“Better not. You might enjoy it too much.”
As I stepped toward her, she made as if to run past me, but I grabbed her by the arms and pulled her back against me. She squealed with laughter and I smothered her cries with my hand. “Now listen, you just be quiet.” She moaned against my hand, but I considered it an agreement not to be noisy. I let go of her mouth and took out some more rope. “I’ll just have to tie you better this time. Sit in that chair.”
I motioned her toward my desk chair, a straight-backed wooden seat with no arms. She sat down, and I pulled her right hand down against the chair back, tying it tightly with the rope. I used some more on her upper arm, and then repeated the tying on her left arm, making sure that all the knots were out the reach of her fumbling fingers. Moving around in front of her, I tied each of her ankles to a chair leg, then did the same just below her knees. Finally, I took some rope and passed it around her waist and through the chair back, pulling it as tight as I dared before knotting it off in front of her.
She eyed me with much amusement as I stood up and pulled a bandanna from my pocket. “Do you really have to put that in my mouth? I’ll be quiet.”
“I know you’ll be quiet. Now open up!” I had the bandanna wadded in my hand, and I was pressing it against her lips when I heard my sister calling her name.
“Jenn, are you still up here? Where did you guys go?”
As she opened her mouth to call out to my sister, I crammed the entire bandanna into her mouth and covered it with my hand. I wondered briefly what Bryan was doing with Stephanie, but quickly dismissed it and waited for Tiffany to try the door. Jennifer whimpered into my hand as if threatening to try to scream, but I tightened my grip and hissed, “I wouldn’t if I were you.”
We both saw the doorknob jiggle, heard Tiffany again saying, “Where did you go?” And then she was moving back down the hall away from us. I’m sure she knew we were in there, but she was keeping up appearances for her guests. Breathing a sigh of relief, I pulled out a second bandanna and quickly rolled it up into a long band, which I placed carefully between Jennifer’s lips and pulled tightly around her head. Once it was knotted, I winked at her and moved quietly toward the door.
When I opened it, I gasped at the sight of my sister standing very close to it on the other side, grinning from ear to ear. “I knew you were in there!” she exclaimed. “Who’ve you got in there? Let me see!” Before I could answer, she had barged through the door, and then laughed at the sight of her best friend tied to a chair with and gagged. Jennifer gurgled strangely. “What’s that, Jenn? I didn’t understand you the first time.”
Jennifer grunted angrily, and we both understood her in spite of the bandanna clotting her throat Tiffany laughed. “Tsk, tsk, Jenn. No need to be rude.” She circled her bound friend, nodding approvingly. Then she looked at me. “So, am I next, or what?”
“Yeah, I guess so. But I’m not tying you two in here together.”
“No?” Tiffany replied. “Then where will you tie me up?”
“We’ll go to your room.”
Tiffany
I took one last look at Jennifer, wanting to make sure she couldn’t possible free herself. She was in a straight-backed wooden chair, bound with ropes that encircled various areas of her body—wrists, upper arms, ankles, knees, waist—securing her tightly to the chair. I had stuffed a wadded bandanna into her mouth, then rolled a second one up and tied it between her lips. Her dark brown eyes were wide with excitement as she struggled against the restraints, moaning all the while into her stifling gag. I grinned at her, taking my sister by the arm as we exited the room. The last thing we heard before I closed the door was Jennifer’s muffled pleading, and we ignored it.
Out in the hall, everything was dark and silent. Tiffany looked at me and said, “Have you already captured Stephanie and Denise, too?”
I smiled and nodded in reply. “They’re in Tim’s old room.”
“Really? I looked in there but I didn’t see them.”
Walking her down the hall, I decided we’d check on the rest of our friends before I tied my sister up. I opened the door to Tim’s room and went in, closing the door quickly behind me. We both listened intently, and I whispered, “Hey, Bryan! Are you up here?”
My friend did not reply, but there was a small sound coming from the closet. I grinned at Tiffany and jerked my head in that direction. “Take a look in the closet, Tiff.”
She did and gasped at the sight of her friend. Denise was still wedged in tightly between the boxes and the wall, her hands bound behind her back, her arms, legs and ankles looped tightly with rope. She was still blindfolded, and the lower half of her face was plastered in silver duct tape. Upon hearing the closet door open, she moaned into the gag, but Tiffany quickly shut the door and turned to look at me. “Did she put up a fight?”
“Yeah, she did.”
“She usually puts up a fight for us, too.”
I inhaled sharply and stared at my sister. “You girls tie each other up?”
“Sure,” she shrugged. “You think boys are the only ones who play like this?”
“I just didn’t know…”
“Yeah, well, you don’t know so much.” She laughed and said, “Where’s Stephanie?”
I really didn’t have a clue, and I told her as much. “Bryan must have taken her somewhere else. Maybe into your room. Let’s go check.”
But Tiffany’s room was empty as well. I wondered, but not for long. Closing the door, I said, “Time for the ropes, sis.”
“Tie me tight, brother. You don’t want me escaping and causing more trouble.” She grinned.
I decided to tie her in the closet, which was one of our favorite hide out places in the house. Tiffany had a huge walk in closet that took a turn at the end, making for a nice little cubby hole that could hide a prisoner. I had hidden Tiffany there plenty of times. She stepped inside willingly enough, and once around the corner, she placed her hands behind her back and crossed them, smiling over her shoulder at me. I didn’t hesitate, but started immediately tying her hands with rope I had stashed on the shelf there in the closet.
Once I had her hands bound, I looped some rope around her arms and chest, winding it below the small swells of her breasts and pulling it tight. She knelt at my command and I tied her ankles together, then I helped her lay face down on the carpet so that I could hog-tie her. Finally I reached for a handkerchief and a roll of tape.
Tiffany took the wadded cloth willingly into her mouth and closed her lips around it, smiling and trying not to laugh. I was quick with the tape, ripping strip after strip off and sealing them across her mouth until her face was covered from nose to chin and ear to ear with the shiny silver adhesive. Her blue eyes beamed at me when she tested the gag and found it as effective as ever. I pinched her cheek affectionately and said, “Now I have to go find Bryan and Stephanie. You just sit still, okay?”
“Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm” was her hummed reply, and I smiled gratefully as I exited the closet
Turn About
My sister’s sleep-over was getting more interesting by the second. Three of the six girls were now my prisoners, each tied up in separate rooms upstairs. A fourth had been in our grasp, and I had a feeling Bryan had tied her up and hidden her well, but thinking about my friends, I couldn’t help but wonder where they were. I closed Tiffany’s bedroom door and slipped to the top of the stairs, listening for any hint of commotion downstairs. Kevin was not in his assigned position at the bottom, and I hoped that he and Bryan had managed to secure the other two girls while I was taking care of Jennifer and Tiffany. I decided I’d have to go downstairs to find out.
Easing down the steps as quietly as I could, I stood against the wall one step from the bottom and carefully peeked around the corner. What I saw I couldn’t believe.
Kevin was laying in a bundle on the dining room floor, hog-tied with rope we had stashed downstairs and gagged and blindfolded with our own bandannas. In a chair facing me sat Bryan, tied to the chair and securely gagged, but not blindfolded. In fact, his eyes were wide and staring at me, but he made no sound. I could not believe that two little girls had gotten the best of my friends, but that apparently was exactly what had happened. I waited a moment longer, then stepped out into the hallway to rescue them. Suddenly, everything went dark as a blanket was thrown over my head and three light-weight bodies crashed into mine, throwing me to the ground.
I tried to cry out, but got a mouthful of blanket as my reward. My hands were being pulled up behind my back and I heard the rip of tape as it was wrapped around my wrists. For my own sake, let me say that I put up a valiant struggle, but someone was sitting on my legs as they taped my feet together, and someone else was sitting on my butt. A third person pinned me to the floor with their knees on my shoulders, and I couldn’t do anything but wriggle. I knew I was bested, for the moment, but what they didn’t know was that two of their compatriots upstairs were secretly on my side.
They jerked me up onto my knees and yanked the blanket aside, and I barely had time to blink before I saw cute and blonde Stephanie with a wadded rag aiming toward my mouth. “Nogggmmmppphhhh!” I protested as she stuffed it in, and then I heard the rip of tape as one of the other girls slapped a strip over my lips and wrapped it all the way around my head. I really hated being gagged with tape, especially when it got in my hair, and I knew this was going to be a booger to get out of, but they kept winding until they were satisfied that my gag would not come loose before they ripped it off and patted the end down on my cheek. Amber and Kellie came around in front of me, grinning widely at their success.
I was quite impressed with the fact that they had managed to get all three of us like this, and I had it in mind that Kellie and Amber must have found Kevin and jumped him while we were upstairs with the others. Maybe Tiffany had even helped. And then somehow they had gotten to Bryan and Stephanie after I left the room with Jennifer. Glaring silently at my friend, I realized he was grinning around his gag, and he made an uncertain sound. The girls dragged me over and set me in a chair facing him, then wrapped some duct tape around my chest and shoulders to secure me to the chair. I rolled my eyes and grunted some more, but they ignored me. Then Stephanie got nose to nose with me and said, “Looks like your little plan didn’t work, Simon. Now we’re going to go rescue your sister and the others, and we’re going to watch our movies while you sit here and struggle!” She laughed, chucking my chin as she did so, and I thumped my chair angrily on the floor as they disappeared upstairs.
That’s when the unthinkable happened. I heard a door open downstairs, and I realized that in seconds one of my parents was going to come around the corner on their way to the kitchen and find us boys, sitting their trussed up like Thanksgiving turkeys. Bryan and I exchanged quick looks, and then my father stepped into the dining room. He didn’t see us at first, and we remained very still, and of course very quiet, but just as he was passing through the doorway into the kitchen he glanced my way and drew up short.
“Simon, what in the world is going on?”
“Hmmmmm-mmmmoommmmmmhhhh-onnnngggghhh!” I hummed beneath the tight strap of tape on my lips. He came a little closer and saw Kevin on the floor, then began to laugh.
“The girls did this to you, didn’t they?”
I nodded, again humming my affirmative response.
“I thought you were supposed to be at Bryan’s house tonight.”
I shrugged and tried to answer, hoping he would take the hint and remove my gag, but I feared he wasn’t going to do anything of the kind.
“Have you been tying up your sister and her friends tonight?”
Again, I nodded, blushing hotly beneath his gaze.
“And they turned the tables on you?” He roared with laughter, and then looked back toward the living room as my mom came out. She took one look and started shaking her head in dismay.
“Boys, haven’t I told you not to play rough with each other? Now look what you’ve done. You’re all tied up and no place to go.” She kept shaking her head as she continued into the kitchen, but my dad just kept staring. He moved over closer to Bryan’s chair and I saw him fumbling behind my friend’s back, whispering all the while. Bryan nodded and grunted into his gag, and then my dad joined mom in the kitchen.
Suddenly, Bryan brought his hands around in front and ripped the bandanna from his lips, spitting out the cloth they had wadded behind it. He deftly untied his feet, then knelt quickly beside Kevin and untied his hands. Leaving Kevin to get undone the rest of the way, he came to me and studied the tape around my face and limbs. Then he said, “I’m going to have to get some scissors or something, okay?”
I nodded and grunted for him to hurry. Kevin was almost completely untied, and an instant later, Bryan returned from the bathroom with a small pair of scissors He slipped the blades between my wrists and cut through the tape, then did the same to the tape around my arms. Next he did my feet, and then finally my mouth. Knowing nothing else to do, I spit the rag out of my mouth and taking the tape firmly in my grasp, I ripped it off around my neck, wincing as I pulled lots of hair out, but there was no time for pain. We had to stop the girls before they all got free and we had to start over.
Fair Play
Kevin, Bryan and I raced up the stairs as fast as we could, wondering how successful our captors had been at freeing our captives. Just minutes ago, we had four out of six girls in our grasp. One had escaped, and with the free pair, had exacted a sort-of revenge on us guys. Now our captors had gone to free our captives, and we knew we had to stop them or we would soon be in no small amount of trouble. And we weren’t the kind to give up easily.
I didn’t have time to ask Bryan and Kevin how they got captured, but my neck still smarted where the tape had been wrapped around my head, catching some of my hair in the process. When I ripped the tape off, the hair came with it, and the pain was enough to remind me that I needed some answers before this night was out. But for right now, we just had to concentrate on regaining the upper hand with my sister’s slumber party pals.
We topped the stairs and rounded the corner, noticing that all three doors were open. Dashing into Tim’s old bedroom, I jerked open the closet door and was pleased to see that curly-headed Denise was still secure, wedged in tightly between the wall and some boxes with her hands bound behind her, gagged with both bandanna and tape, and blindfolded in the dark for good measure. I patted her on the head, ignoring her whines for release as I closed the door. Apparently, they hadn’t found Denise.
Tiffany had been tied up in the end of her own closet, but when we checked, we found no sign that she had even been there, not even the ropes, handkerchief and tape I had used to tie her up. Looking at my friends curiously, I motioned for silence and we slipped down the hall toward my bedroom. I really couldn’t believe what we saw.
Tiffany, Jennifer and Stephanie were standing over the red-headed sisters, Kellie and Amber. The latter two were tied back to back in a bundle on the floor, and they were none too happy about it. To my utter amazement, Kellie’s hands had been pulled backward and tied in front of Amber’s stomach, and Amber’s had been tied in front of Kellie’s. More rope encircled their bodies to keep them together, and their legs had been tied around the ankles, knees and thighs. Their mouths were taped shut, and from the muffled grunting behind the silver adhesive, I assumed their mouths were stuffed full of cloth as well. Now they were sitting on the floor looking angrily up at their captors and grunting furiously. That’s when they saw us.
I detected the change in the grunts, from protest to warning, but the other three never turned around. Bryan being the tallest reached for Jennifer, Kevin for my sister, and I for Stephanie. We grabbed them all at the same time, silencing their cries of surprise with our hands. I clamped my palm down especially hard on Stephanie, still aggravated at her having got the upper hand with me before. From the moment I grabbed her, it was a fierce struggle, and I did not know what was going on with the other two struggling pairs until it was all over. Stephanie was more than a handful for me.
With her had pinned against my shoulder and my hand tight over her mouth, I wrapped my other arm around her, trapping her arms at her sides. She squealed and tried to twist, by I held her firm. Next she tried to stomp my feet and kick me, but I danced quickly without losing my grip and tossed her onto my bed. There was some rope under my pillow, and straddling her legs, I released her mouth and grabbed both of her hands, pulling them behind her back. She continued trying to kick me, but to no avail, and though she could have screamed for help, she didn’t. She merely continued grunting her frustration as she fought to avoid being bound.
I succeeded in crossing her wrists and binding them with a quick loop that secured her long enough for me to wrap her hands more thoroughly without much difficulty. I rolled off her and caught her feet, pulling them up until her heels were pressed against her rump, and I tied them tightly together, then hog-tied her. She tried to jerk free, but she was tiring. To tell the truth, so was I, but I wasn’t about to let this one get away.
Once she was secured by the ropes and knew she couldn’t get away, Stephanie’s voice pealed with a laughing call for help, which I smothered with my hand while reaching for a handkerchief. At that moment, I looked over and saw that my friends had successfully wrestled the other two into submission. Now Tiffany was tied to the chair where I had put Jennifer before, a wadded bandanna stuffed all the way into her mouth but not tied, and Kevin and Bryan both were subduing Jennifer, who was tightly gagged and nearly bound. Satisfied that the girls were well in hand, I looked to the one underneath mine and grinned. Her blue eyes glimmered with humor, and I thought I felt a smile spreading beneath my palm.
“You know what’s next, right?”
“Mmmmm-hmmmmm,” she replied, moaning against my hand and tilting her jaw a little as if to say, “bring it on!”
So I did. Holding her jaw in my hand, I pressed the wadded handkerchief between her lips, cramming it in over her tongue and into her throat before I grabbed a second one and quickly stretched it between her lips. She took the rolled up cloth into her mouth and raised her head for me to tie, stretching tautly so that the gag was as tight and deep as possible. Knotting it off, I patted her cheek and sat up on the bed, tired by triumphant at the sight of all five captive girls. We had succeeded in capturing them all, and now I didn’t have a clue what to do with them.
Silent Simon