## The Worse Day of my Life

Post by Jay Feely » Fri Oct 24, 2014 8:45 pm

I was just 15 years old, and was starting high school for the 1st time at John Bailey High School. I'm a boy, and is tall for my age that people refer to me as the Giant. Also, I have 2 parents, 1 sibling who is younger then me by 1 year named Brad. My name is David by the way. I enjoy fishing, reading books, playing videogames, and writing stories. However, not many people know about my other interest of being tied up and tortured. When my parents was at work, and I was left home alone in the summer and some holidays, I would practice tying myself up with rope, handcuffs, chains, and other things. I usually would get away with it by explaining that my red marks from the experience came from falling down the stairs, and other excuses for how they probably had occurred. For a long time, it would remain just that, a secret, until one day, everything would change and affect my life forever.
It was after school and I was on the school bus when I met Chad. Now, he was about 16 years old, and he was kind, funny, and very sociable, and someone you would be willing to share a meal with, or even attend a sleepover. He invited me to his house, so I told my parents I would be home for dinner through a cell phone conversation. I also informed them that I would likely be coming home late because it was Friday and I was not expected to be home in a timely manner. They were okay with it, and I was glad. The ride to his bus stop lasted just 6 minutes, and I was pumping with joy when I entered his house. I was wearing a t-shirt, shorts, a cowboy hat, and cowboy boots at the moment. His house was beautiful with a white roof, 2 stories, 1 car driveway, a narrow front path to his home, a swimming pool in the back, 2 apples trees in the front, and even a dark angel statue. Inside, it was a high ceiling home, and there was an apple television, 4 bedrooms, and more. Chad took my hand and led me upstairs to his room, and laying on her bed was his 15 year old sister Danielle, and she was very friendly.
Chad asked me what I wanted to drink, and I told him that I wanted a glass of cold orange juice, but light on the ice. He told me he would be right back, and he left the room. When he did, a random event happened. Danielle suddenly decided to put her hand over my mouth, and she told me to be quiet. I was literally taken by surprise. I asked her why she was doing this, and she told me that I was her hostage. All of a sudden, it hit me. Chad had intentionally lured me into this, and I was mad at him because I thought he was a nice friend, but he instead turned into my enemy. I attempted to escape by getting up, and running towards the door, but Danielle tripped me, and I fell flat onto the ground. She then sat on my legs and ankles, and preventing me from moving an inch. She grabbed my hands, and forcibly pulled them behind my back. I heard the cold snap of handcuffs being applied to my hands. Then, she used rope to bind my legs together. Afterwards, she tied my big toes with some kind of yarn or string. Then Danielle gagged me with a dirty sock, and use duct tape to hold it in place. I was then blindfolded. I felt so helpless and unable to know what is going to happen to me. The tie up did it end there. Danielle then tied my elbows, my thighs, and my big thumbs. This was the most I have ever been tied up before.
Then one sound would scar me for the rest of my life. She used a camera to snap a picture of me, and I knew I was going to black mailed unless I do whatever she wanted because she told me that I now her permanent slave. I could not even reply to her which made this even more dreadful. She then started to bite my arms, and I screamed in pain. This was the worse infliction that I have ever suffered in my entire life. I cried under the blindfold, but Danielle acted as if she could not hear them. Danielle was ruthless in her torture. I wondered if I would get out of the torture because this would be very difficult for me to explain what happened to me to my parents, the police, and even my friends, and other family members in my life. I knew it was possible that I would be labeled as a victim of a criminal. I became too afraid to mention this to anyone at the present moment. I grumbled under my gag, with little to no noise, which was ignored.
I felt my boots being removed. The bad thing about not wearing socks is that my bare feet was now exposed and ready to be tortured by her beautiful, yet evil hands. However, she did not immediately do anything to me. About 2 minutes later, she slapped my face, and I heard her call me ugly, stupid, and other negative words that is downgrading me as a person. I was miserable inside. Danielle then begun to tickle my feet, and I roared under my gag with laughter, and for the 1st time, at least it was a pleasant experience. This happened for another 10 minutes. Then, Danielle shifted gears towards unbearable torture. She poured what seemed like ants under my pants, which set me up for a bad itch down in my private areas. The worst thing about this was unable to scratch the affected areas. More was put on my feet, under my arms, and other areas of my body.
I heard Chad coming into the room, and I thought, oh shit.
To be Continued
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

### Re: The Worse Day of my Life

Post by Ossassin » Sun Oct 26, 2014 3:48 am

Awesome
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

### Re: The Worse Day of my Life

Post by Jay Feely » Mon Oct 27, 2014 7:34 am

As soon as I heard Chad walk in with his awful voice, I knew I was in trouble, but one thing changed in an instant. Chat told Danielle to set me free from my restraints, and I was happy. Chad took me by my hand and led me outside after he allowed me to get dressed. He then informed that it was all a big misunderstanding, and that he had told his sister to not be so rough with me, but she had disobeyed his order, and that I was free to seek revenge, but I was assured that she was still very much skilled at what she did, so that if I wanted to do that, I would have to plan it right, or I would be in serious trouble if she caught me.
2 weeks later:
I was going to be 16 years old in one day on my birthday, so I decided to celebrate in style. I put on my clown costume, my tennis shoes, and a cap and stepped outside into the safety of outdoors, at least that is what I thought it would be like for me. I took a secure path into the woods, and reached the center of the nice environment, and there was a fork in the road. I decided to make a left, and that decision would prove costly to me. I did not notice that Danielle and her gang was following me. They ambushed me by tackling me. I moved into fight mode because I did not wanted to be involved in another long time of torture. I tried to push my body up to fend off my attackers, but I found it was impossible for me to budge. They quickly grabbed my hands and feet, and carried me to a dark area in the east side of the woods. I begged and pleaded for them to stop whatever they were doing, but Danielle told me in her witch costume that it would not help me in my case. I was promptly restrained to a log. My shoes and socks was removed and my bare feet was exposed. Danielle, the leader of the gang decided it was in my best interest to experience hot wax torture, and she was right, but it would not be fun. As it was applied to the soles of my feet, I felt a light but painful sensation. Why she targeted me again, I did not know. I called out in terror, and hoped that someone would hear me, but that did not come for me. I had to just lay there and endure my torture. Danielle then suggested to her boyfriend Gabe to move into phase 2 of the master plan, which scared me upon her saying that.
Gabe used his skills of using teasing words like, "You are a dumb boy, aren't you", "Why do kids like you go into the woods on Halloween", "Couldn't you have taken a different route, instead of being trapped in here", and "Man, we are going to have some fun with you, and you are just going to take it". In my eyes, I realized that he was more into verbal humiliation then physical torture, which at least comforted me. However, his words did hurt me emotionally and I started to cry like a child. This in turn caused him to continue to torment me. He was more harsh the more I cried. Danielle never told him once to stop saying mean things to me. He offered me a tissue, only to withdraw it at the last minute. When he was finished with verbal teasing in about 1 hour, he passed the reins to Tonya.
Now, Tonya was also different then all the other people. She was more skilled at inflicting soft torture. She would from time to time tickle me on my bare feet, and I would holler with laughter. She would also rub ice cubes up and down the soles of my feet which I felt an overbearing cold sensation. One moment, she would fill my feet, in between my toes, with honey, and other sticky things in order to make me miserable. However, at least I could endure this, until she used ants and when they bit me, I was unable to scratch and the longer it lasted, the more helpless I became. Of all the body parts in a human, to have an itch on the feet is the most unbearable of them all. Tonya was adamant that it would only be a little better for me in a moment.
After Tonya did her thing, I was finally released from the log, and the gang told me to go home. I was relieved, but I knew I would only be targeted again. 1 month later, it was Thanksgiving, and I decided to go to a school play. Never would I realize once again, it would one of my stupidest decisions I would ever make, but that would be saved for later.
I'm taking a gamble by asking this, but how would you like to see me in my next installment being tortured next? I'm open to any ideas, so feel free to comment on it.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

### Re: The Worse Day of my Life

Post by BelltwinAlex » Mon Oct 27, 2014 10:13 am

Well I'd like to see this kid get tortured by the girls. Tied up tight, and make him their slave.