## camping

Post by bethbound » Sun Aug 20, 2017 1:05 pm

It was Easter break, not too many years ago. One of those Easters where Summer comes early to the UK and ramps up the heat for a time.
Girls I know, my friends, are all mixed ages, no doubt most peoples friend pool is the same. One of my older girl friends, Emily, was soon to be married. So for her hen eight of us friends, with her making nine, had taken two tents off towards the coast for a weekend of BBQ's and drink at a campsite. We'd been put in a field away from the families, most likely to save on noise complaints, just us and a scattering of other young adult groups. I had a great time, the drink flowed, a happy weekend and a good send of for Em.
Anyway, get to the point right?
On the Sunday, not actual Easter Sunday, the one after it, Jane and me woke up early. She was another of the older girls in the group. Jane was a natural redhead, curling hair to her shoulders, with a good figure, she kept in shape by jogging most days. Jane and I couldn't sleep. Everyone else was still sleeping off Saturday night, so rather then stay in the tents and risk waking them we decided to take advantage of the sunny morning. We pulled on our bikinis, grabbed sandals and a towel each, then headed off across the site, cutting a path through fields to the outdoor pool. This early it was still quite deserted, so we took full advantage and spent almost two hours swimming and sunbathing on adjacent loungers. Sometime around ten we called time and began heading back, figuring at least some of the other girls ought to be awake by now. We retraced our vaguely straight line steps, towels slung over shoulders so we could air dry in the suns heat.
Rounding a corner, at the open gated entrance to one of the fields, we suddenly found ourselves face to face, well about ten metres away, from a bunch of a dozen or so pre teens, all carrying water guns of varying sizes. We stopped, as did they, and we had a weird silent stare off for ten seconds. Jane broke the silence. "Can you kids move?" They were all spread out and doing a good job, unintentional or otherwise, of blocking the path. One of them piped up in reply "What field are you?"
"Seven." I said. At that, worryingly, several of them started grinning, and one of the girls actually took a step towards us with her water gun raised. "Field seven is the enemy." This girl shouted. "These two are our prisoners."
"Hold on, what?" said Jane. This girl looked at us like we were idiots, I swear she even gave a small shake of her head, at the fact of even having to explain something so simple. "It's a game, we're in the Raptor club, we have to keep our field safe and be on the lookout for any bad guys from field seven. You're the enemy." This last bit was said with hand gestures at the two of us. Jane laughed, which made me laugh. "Oh, a game." Jane said. "Raptor club kids, right okay." I piped in. "So then, you've caught us evil field seven girls, clearly we're up to no good." Jane laughed again at that, and I couldn't help but smile. "What happens now?"
"We tie you up." Said one of the boys, and most of them, boys and girls, nodded approvingly. "And take you back to base."

### Re: camping

Post by xtc » Sun Aug 20, 2017 1:08 pm

Welcome aboard.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: camping

Post by bethbound » Sun Aug 20, 2017 1:23 pm

Thanks, good to be here.

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Post by Steak in a Tree » Sun Aug 20, 2017 5:08 pm

Always nice to see someone contributing soon after joining the board. A nice contribution, at that. Good start
"They didn't call him 'Einstein' for nothing."
-Albert Einstein

### Re: camping

Post by bethbound » Mon Aug 21, 2017 12:56 pm

"Okay." Said Jane, I shot her a look. "What?" She said back. "There's twelve of them." Smirking now. "We're clearly outnumbered, and you can't run for shit." She had a point, I'm a terrible runner, especially in sandals. "Fine, okay." I said, defeated. Then to the kids "We're all yours, come here and capture us already." That said I put my wrists together infront of me, might as well play along and be a helpful prisoner. Glancing to the side I could see Jane doing the same, still smirking, still treating it all like a game.
Four of them handed their water guns to others, and walked over to us, two boys for me, a boy and girl for Jane. Around half the kids were wearing backpacks, including two of the detachment now stood directly before Jane and I. These four fished around inside their backpacks, and came up with some long lengths of thin rope, looked like spare tent stuff, and two small flags. These last I recognized as the Raptor club flag, I'd seen them mostly flying in field four and at the campsite entrance, black and green with a white Raptor silhouette. Our wrists were tied together infront of us with the thin rope, tied and pulled quite tightly too. I saw Jane flinch as a knot was pulled tight so I guessed hers was equally well done. The flags were rolled up and knotted in the middle, then before either of us could quite realise, this was happening at the same time as the wrist tying, the knots had been forced between our teeth and tied off behind our heads, gagging us. We'd both been pretty effectively captured I had to grudgingly admit. The rope used to bind our wrists had been quite long, so plenty remained trailing down to and pooling on the floor. Whilst the girl casually collected each of our towels from our shoulders, stuffing them into her backpack, two of the boys took a trailing end of rope each, and with a tug from each of them to get us moving, Jane and I were led away, the rest of the group falling in around us.
By the time we reached field four and the Raptor club hut I was ready to be untied. Somehow we'd managed to avoid bumping into any random campers on our cross site trek, a fact I was very glad of. I can't deny that being led around tied and gagged in only my skimpy bikini wasn't thrilling, I'd felt a small tingling of excitement the whole walk, but it was almost equally quite embarrassing. Matching the tingling had been a small background feeling of fear due to my helpless predicament, some deep part of my mind wouldn't quit conjuring what if's to scare me. I Couldn't wait to be delivered to one of the clubs adults, so the kids could earn ten points each for Jane and I, or whatever, and we could be freed. There were no tents or caravans in field four, just the hut and some other club stuff. On approach I could plainly see that the hut was locked up, all the windows closed and dark. The scared part of me started trying to leap to the front, staring at the unoccupied hut it was getting increasingly harder to maintain Jane's 'only a game' theory. A locked hut meant no adults, which meant no supervision, which meant these kids were potentially doing whatever they wanted. Which worryingly meant I'd just willingly allowed a bunch of kids to tie me up, gag me, and then abduct me to the part of the site that nobody but the Raptor club ever went to. Looking over at Jane I could see her reaching the same 'what now?' thoughts as me.

### Re: camping

Post by xtc » Mon Aug 21, 2017 1:04 pm

Hmm . . .
Good going.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

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Post by GeekGirlGagged » Mon Aug 21, 2017 1:24 pm

Wow. Cool.

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Post by BoundJana » Mon Aug 21, 2017 1:43 pm

Quite good, please continue ^-^
What are you looking at? Finally put a gag in my mouth and play with me!

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Post by bethbound » Mon Aug 21, 2017 2:25 pm

We weren't given the chance to dwell, or to consider our options, Jane and I were tugged and led straight over to one of the trees beside the hut. Here the two boys threw the trailing end of our ropes up and over a branch about two metres above head height, both mine and Jane's ropes were tossed over the same branch. The boys then pulled each rope tight, forcing us to stand straight with our arms held above us, the two ropes were held taught by a looped metal tent peg, one peg for both ropes, that two of the kids hammered into the ground next to the tree. Putting both ropes on the same peg meant Jane and I were forced together, we had no choice but to stand either back to back or chest to chest, either way we stood we couldn't help but be touching. One of the girls wandered over. "Okay." She was smiling, clearly happy with having the two of us tied up. "You girls stay put, we're all off to find some more baddies from field seven." And off she went, along with all the other kids, out of the field leaving Jane and I alone and tied up.
Of course we tried to escape, spinning around each other and attempting to grab and tug at the ropes. As embarrassing as it was we even spent a quarter hour trying to loosen the gags with our teeth, first pulling at the knots behind each other's head, then virtually kissing as we attempted to prise the gag out of the others mouth. All of it was fruitless though, neither the knotted ropes or the gags could be loosened.
It must've been close to an hour before the kids reappeared, by that time Jane and I had given up escaping, and by some silent mutual agreement had resigned ourselves to being prisoners. We were stood back to back, since having our breasts and bikini clad bodies pushed together by the ropes for any length of time had proved uncomfortable. The kids weren't alone, three of them were pulling a metal framed cart, the kind with a wooden planked floor and sides, that they'd retrieved from who knows what corner of the site. Laying on the cart, squirming, was a young twenty something girl. She was large in a curvy sense, with straight black hair falling to below her shoulders. Looked like she was dressed in a black rock band t-shirt and blue jeans. She wasn't part of my group, but she did look vaguely familiar, I'd probably seen her using the field seven shower block at the same time as me, or s. She was flag gagged like Jane and I, and it looked as though they'd hogtied her. As the cart got closer I could see some thin rope around her ankles, and her wrists had been tied behind then everything joined up tight. As they stopped the cart next to us she looked up, and saw Jane and me, she stopped struggling at that point, and gave us a quizzical look, as best you can gagged anyway. I shrugged as best as the ropes would let me in response, then looked up to see all the kids already wandering off out the field, going to find more of us no doubt. I began idly trying to add up everyone I thought was in field seven, and tried to decide just how long it would take the kids to capture us all, and just what they'd do if they did? Or what they'd do when the sun went down tonight? With a little tingling feeling I realised again that I had no power here, and that if the kids wandered off and abandoned us I was in no position to escape, neither of us three helpless girls were.
The kids were gone for about another half hour. Not much happened in that time, Jane and I already knew we couldn't get loose, so didn't try, and we certainly couldn't help the hogtied newcomer. She spent about ten minutes struggling, then seemed to settle down to her fate, much like us. When the kids did return everything happened all at once.
Into the field from the left came the kids, using the opposite entrance to the one they'd exited by earlier. With them was Amy, from my group. My age, a slim blonde girl. She was wearing tight black gym shorts, an oversized white t-shirt and black converse. She'd been flag gagged too, and was being led by her tied wrists. At the same time, from a gap in the fence, in walked a guy who turned out to be hogtied girls boyfriend. He'd ben searching the site for her after she never returned from a walk to the on site shop. Finally, from the right and the main field entrance in wandered Jenna, from my group, accompanying a guy dressed in the Raptor clubs staff black t-shirt.
So, I can't remember exactly what happened next, how everything played out in proper order. But. I remember Jenna laughing whilst she untied Jane and me. She laughed later retelling everything to the rest of our group too. Turned out to be total miscommunication. The regular Raptor club guy had gone sick, at short notice, and so this guy with Jenna, the onsite clubhouse bartender, was picked to stand in. Trouble was the memo never found it's way to him, as he'd fallen prey the night before to Jenna, the prettiest of our group, who'd spent most of last night's drinking sat at the bar flirting, and had gone home with him at closing time. He'd only gotten into work, with her in tow, twenty minutes ago, and finally finding the memo he'd come straight over, with Jenna following as field four was on the way to field seven. The Raptor kids, turning up for supervision so their parents could have a kid free day, and finding no adult present, had simply been coerced by one or two of the older kids into slightly altering a previous 'Bear Hunt' type game. All harmless stuff, nobody was too mad. Jane, Amy and I get teased occasionally by the others for it, but we just laugh.
Finish.

### Re: camping

Post by xtc » Mon Aug 21, 2017 2:44 pm

OK. So is "flag gagged" a term we have to get used to?
An entertaining first story. I hope there are more to come.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

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Post by putasockinit2 » Mon Aug 21, 2017 3:00 pm

This was a really good story, well done!
'Too many friends and not enough true friends'
The Kanye of tugs
Stuck between wanting to quit and wanting to stay...

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Post by canuck100 » Mon Aug 21, 2017 6:14 pm

That's a camping I'd like to go to!
Great story!

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Post by DTtied » Mon Aug 21, 2017 7:00 pm

Awesome story!

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Post by GeekGirlGagged » Mon Aug 21, 2017 11:04 pm

Nice camping story
What is,it about camping and tie ups? All that freely available rope and lack of electronic entertainment. Whatever sounds, fun.

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Post by solarbeast34 » Sat Sep 02, 2017 5:05 pm

Really liked this story. It would be interesting to know what that bear hunt game was really like, and how they changed it to reflect this story.

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Post by Mmph Squad » Sun Oct 15, 2017 9:20 am

Always liked these "capture the flag" stories.
Looked up the "bear hunt" game, sounds like the reverse of hide and seek, where only the "bear" hides.
http://allaboutfunandgames.com/play-the-game-of-going-on-a-bear-hunt
To tie or be tied? I'm not one to care as long as there are gags!

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Post by cleavegagger » Sun Oct 15, 2017 9:48 am

Great story, totaly My kind of camping site
Women are beautifull, bound and gagged women are gorgeous

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Post by Jackboy » Sun Oct 15, 2017 11:43 pm

Great story!!