"Reality" TUG

Postby HunterX » Sun Jul 14, 2013 11:11 am

I picture this as kind of a "survivor" reality television show... and you know what? I would NEVER miss an episode... Anyway, "players" are welcome - if you're interested let me know!

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“Rules of the game,” a heavily mechanized voice echoed dully, “are as follows. Each contestant is given three medals which are to be worn around the neck. Any time a contestant is restrained he or she is given ten minutes to attempt to escape. If unable to escape, the one who bound the victim may claim one of the medals. Restraints must be physical in nature – ropes, chains, tape, cloth, anything found within the confines of the game zone – and the ten minute escape time must not be interfered with by the one who bound the victim. A contestant cannot lose more than one medal as the result of a restraint under any circumstances. Unless there are only two contestants, no contestant can take two of another contestant’s medals in a row.”

“If a bargain is struck, it must be honored,” the voice continued, “until both sides have fulfilled the obligation of the bargain. Failure to do so will result in the loss of one or two medals, depending on severity. A contestant cannot lose more than one medal as the result of a restraint under any circumstances.”

“The game zone is one mile square, and boundaries are denoted by a double row of red ribbons circling the area. Anyone willingly crossing the line forfeits all remaining medals. The game zone contains various items that can be used to aid in one’s progress. Anyone who loses all their medals is to leave the game zone immediately.”

“The game zone is monitored at all times through the use of closed circuit television, and will be broadcast live. A portion of the proceeds will be split between the final two contestants, with a larger share going to the winner. Time limit set for the game is one week.”

**

Shanya chewed her lip thoughtfully as the voice echoed into silence. There was an audible buzz, and the doors before her swung open. She looked out into what appeared to be a derelict train yard. Cautiously she moved out and glanced around her, but there were no other contestants in sight.

To hide and ambush, or look for something useful, she thought to herself. Well, they had taken anything she might use to restrain someone. In fact, the “uniform” of the game seemed to be dull grey shorts and a tank top, short socks and running shoes. She had a large “1” blazoned across the front and back of her shirt in black.

If she was going to be effective at tying anyone up, she’d need to find something to use. She brushed jet black hair back from her eyes and set off across the train yard at an easy jog, glancing in boxcars and trash barrels as she moved. After about five minutes of searching, she came across her first find – coiled up in the corner of one of the boxcars was two lengths of rope, each about three feet long.

“Well, it’s a start,” she muttered, tucking the coils in the waistband of her shorts. All she needed now was a victim to use her rope on.

**

Meanwhile, another door had opened up and Dan had stepped onto the edge of a cornfield. The plants towered almost a foot above his head, and he started following the border of the game zone to his right. It didn’t take long to reach a small barn; there was an ancient tractor outside, dull with rust and age.

He moved to the barn at a jog, and swung the door open. The stalls inside were empty, and it seemed that the barn hadn’t been in use in years. Planks on the walls were damaged, and the ladder to the hayloft didn’t look solid at all. Coiled on one of the walls Dan found a length of bailing twine; he tugged at it, and could feel the strands breaking as he applied pressure. Dan scowled at the rope. It might hold someone quite a bit smaller than he was, but Dan was sure that he could break his way out of this stuff in seconds.

“Better than nothing,” he said with a scowl, “barely.” He glanced outside and realized there was no farmhouse in sight; just the barn. There was a path that led from the barn, a dirt path that was flanked on either side by the tall corn stalks.

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby Shanyalovestape » Sun Jul 14, 2013 2:15 pm

Sounds like hunger games... Can't wait for the next part!!*
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

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Postby Zandor » Mon Jul 15, 2013 12:11 am

My char sound just like me too
You are q immortal

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Postby Shanyalovestape » Mon Jul 15, 2013 6:04 am

So Dan I guess it's you and me competing for now :-P
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby HunterX » Mon Jul 15, 2013 7:04 am

Hope I'm doing everyone justice here! If not, drop me a message and let me know what I need to adjust. Players have almost all been introduced, at least the players we know so far!

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Mike stood on the street of what appeared to be a small, deserted town. The sun blazed overhead, and he covered his eyes as he glanced about. No one else was visible, but that wasn’t a surprise – whoever was in charge wanted to give the players a chance to “gear up” before they encountered each other.

The buildings around here were mostly commercial, and largely empty. There was a clothing store that only had copies of their “uniforms” (minus the numbers) filling the racks. The hardware store had bare shelves. There was a bakery that Mike was pleased to find had some actual food – useful if the game was to last a full week.

He returned to the clothing store and chose some of the articles of clothing. Ripping them in strips, he used one to bind his hair back out of his eyes – it was too damn hot already, and it seemed to be barely mid-morning. Armed with strips of cloth to use as binding material, he emerged from the building and set off carefully down one of the alleys. In the distance he could see boxcars of a train station in one direction, and a cemetery in another. Decision made, he set off down the road.

**

The girl listed only as “Dreaming” on her application emerged from her starting area. A large windowless building greeted her, so she sidled down the alley to the street to look around. It seemed that the building was some kind of warehouse, and she crept to the door she could now see. It swung open on rusty hinges, causing her to wince at the noise.

Quickly she slipped inside and shut the door, ignoring the protesting screech as it shut. Sadly, she noticed that there was no lock. Inside was a large open space, with no other people in sight. She moved quickly now, abandoning stealth for speed as she searched the area. The payoff of her search after a few minutes: A long yellow extension cord that was too rigid for binding limbs, and a roll of duct tape. She grinned as she hefted the tape – given the opportunity to bind someone, they weren’t getting out of this!

She hurried up the stairs to the catwalk; the only windows were on the second floor. Glancing outside, she grinned as she saw someone heading down the street. He was tall, with glasses. It seemed she’d be giving him the weight advantage in any struggle, but she figured that would be the case with most people she encountered.

**

Jamie emerged into a graveyard and glanced around with a frown. No cover, nothing to search for useful materials, no point in staying here! She practically sprinted toward a small collection of buildings nearby, ducking for cover behind a dumpster in an alleyway. Years of sports have given her a fit figure, so if the competition came down to lots of footwork she’d do well.

Her eventual problem, she knew, would be subduing someone else for her to bind. At less than a hundred pounds, coming out ahead in a physical conflict would be almost impossible – and she knew from experience, her figure had always made her a difficult “Damsel in Distress” to resist. She’d need to find some way to lay a trap, ambush, or something like that.

As she crouched there trying to figure out her next move, a sound from within the building caused her heart to pound in her chest. She took a few calming breaths and chided herself “keep it together, Jamie.” She moved down the alley further and peeked out to see a man emerging from the building she’d been hiding near. He wore clothes similar to hers, except for the large black “3” on his chest and back. Long dark hair had been pulled back into a makeshift ponytail, and he carried a handful of long strips of cloth. She ducked back as he glanced around, and was relieved to hear his footsteps moving away. He was obviously more prepared for an encounter than she was, at least for the time being!

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby Zandor » Mon Jul 15, 2013 11:28 am

Im loving it so far
You are q immortal

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Postby HunterX » Mon Jul 15, 2013 1:26 pm

Jason strolled down the street, looking cautiously about himself. He’d made his way to the town through the cornfield, wandering pretty much aimlessly. So far he’d seen no one else, but he figured if people were going to congregate anywhere it would be in the town.

A high pitched whine of metal caught his attention, and he froze. The sound didn’t repeat however, and seemed to be coming from further down the block and around the corner. Curious, he moved toward the structure – a large imposing windowless building, possibly a warehouse or factory. Reaching the corner and glancing around it, he could see a door that stood about a quarter of the way open.

Silently Jason moved down the sidewalk, plastered against the wall as he approached the door. He peered around the corner he was closest to, and saw that the inside was empty as far as he could tell. There was no sign of what had made so much noise. He took a deep breath and stepped inside, continuing to stick by the wall and move away from the door.

The shrieking metal sounded again, followed by a loud slam as the door crashed shut. Jason jumped in surprise as the girl who had been hiding behind the door charged at him. Shocked by her sudden appearance and attack, he backpedaled and lost his balance; the two of them went down in a tangle of arms and legs with her on top. She was slender but muscular, and as she landed on top of him the breath was driven from his lungs.

“Gotcha,” she said with a triumphant grin, struggling to pin his arms above his head. Jason couldn’t his eyes from drifting to the part of her body that was most obvious in this position. Well, if he had to be captured by someone, he was sure there were worse possibilities!

She fumbled behind her back with her left hand, and produced a roll of duct tape. Jason barely had time to realize that she was going to use that to restrain him, before the first wrap encircled his wrists. After three times around, she was satisfied and ripped it off before moving to his legs. Three more times around both his ankles and thighs, and she sat back to study her work.

“Not bad,” she said to herself, “almost done.” She loosened a length of tape and lunged at him again, this time aiming for his mouth. Jason tried to twist away, but she got behind him and plastered it over his mouth. Working studiously, she wrapped the tape entirely around his head a few times before ripping it off and smoothing it.

“Ten minutes,” she said with a grin, pushing a button on the watch they’d all been equipped with, “good luck.”

**

Shanya had just reached the street and heard the first squeal of metal. She raced to the corner and peered around just in time to see the tall man disappear into the warehouse only to have the door slam shut behind him with a reverberating boom. Sure that someone else was bound to be coming soon to investigate the sound, she slipped into a store across the street and paused to observe what happened next.

She waited where she was, checking her watch to check the minutes as they passed – one, five, ten… Just as she was moving forward, a figure passed the storefront that she was in. She dove for cover and peered around the corner of the counter as a man paused in front of the store and glanced around. He had long dark hair and carried a handful of cloth strips; obviously prepared for anyone he should meet.

After he moved away, Shanya crept to the doorway slowly and glanced around the corner, watching him move down the street. Keeping her eyes on the direction he’d disappeared she moved slowly out onto the sidewalk to follow him.

**

Jamie was following him down the street, occasionally ducking into alleys when he paused, her mind racing at how she could possibly subdue him long enough to bind him. He’d set off at the sound of metal on metal, but the echoes of that had long since died down. Jamie crouched as he paused to peer around once more, then abandoned her hiding place to follow him.

She’d barely taken five steps when someone peeked around the corner at the man Jamie was following. The new contestant had dark hair and an exotic look – dark skin and a slim build. As soon as Jamie’s quarry disappeared around the corner, the new girl stepped out and moved down the street. Jamie’s heart beat frantically; barely ten steps separated the two girls. If she turned to look this way Jamie would be caught.

A plan suddenly leapt to mind. A wild, desperate, poorly thought out plan to be sure, but she knew coming into this she’d have to take some chances. Moving as lightly as she could, she raced up behind the other girl and lunged at her. One hand grabbed a handful of the other girl’s dark hair, and the other reached around to clamp her hand over her target’s mouth. Jamie pulled the other girl off balance.

“I’ve got a bargain for you,” Jamie whispered in the other girl’s ear, “You let me tie you up, and I don’t scream and bring that guy and any others in the area right down on the two of us. Deal?” She felt the other girl tense and pause as she considered both the offer and the threat of discovery, then sighed and nodded her acquiescence.

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby Zandor » Mon Jul 15, 2013 2:24 pm

still loving it.
You are q immortal

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby HunterX » Mon Jul 15, 2013 8:46 pm

Jason tested the tape that trapped his forearms together, twisting them in an attempt to gain some slack. Each time he did so, the adhesive pulled on the hair on his arms, and he growled in frustration through the tape that had been wrapped around his head as a gag. The end of the tape was behind his head, and with his entire lower arms taped together he didn’t have the freedom of movement to reach it.

After a couple minutes of trying to pull the edge of the tape down off his mouth he switched his tactic and bent forward to unwrap what was wrapped around his legs. He was more successful at that, although it was awkward and time consuming. Sweat beaded on his brow from the exertion, and once his legs were free he lay back to regain his breath. His captor had left him and moved up the stairs to the catwalk to look out the windows, but returned down the stairs. She seemed unfazed that he’d freed his legs, and soon realized why. The ten minute beep on her watch sounded, revealing that he had failed to get free.

“I have a suggestion,” she said, crouching down before him, “an alliance. I don’t have much chance of taking the guy I just saw walk past here, and I’m sure there is more than just him around. We work together until it’s just the two of us. What do you say?” She reached back and began unwinding the tape from his head. Jason winced as it was pulled away from his face.

“What if I say no?”

“I can only take one medal from you at a time,” she replied with a shrug, “so I leave you here – with something nearby that you can use to free yourself with. We go our separate ways for now. But – if you choose to come with me, you do what I say when I say it.” He smiled at that, and nodded.

“Then I’m your man,” he countered with a curt nod. She reached out and plucked one of the medals from his neck, then began to work on removing the tape from his hands.

“Call me Dreaming,” she said, tossing her red hair back and catching her tongue between her teeth as she concentrated on her task.

**

Shanya didn’t struggle as her captor guided her back into the building she’d just left and behind the counter. She felt a brief surge of irritation as the other girl grabbed the coils of rope from her waistband. Shanya was pushed facedown to the floor, and the other girl straddled her upper legs. She didn’t seem that heavy.

“Arms behind your back,” the girl demanded, “cross your wrists.” The guy was probably still without range to hear a scream, and she had agreed to this – she had no idea how bad the penalty was for breaking a bargain (one or two medals?) but at least this way she had a chance if she could escape. She reached back with her hands and crossed her wrists.

One of the lengths of rope were wrapped quickly about her wrists and pulled tight, causing her to wince slightly at the sudden reduction of circulation in her hands. The other girl turned and bound Shanya’s legs as well, crossing her ankles and pulling the roped tight – though not as tight as the ones about her wrists.

“There,” the girl said, moving to sit by the wall, “ten minutes.” Shanya rolled to her side, getting a good look at her captor for the first time and freezing in shock. The girl couldn’t be older than her early teens at most, despite the ample breasts that she was sporting.

“How old ARE you,” Shanya demanded.

“Doesn’t matter,” the girl replied petulantly, crossing her arms, “you’re caught, and I caught you.”

“I have a cousin your age, I think,” Shanya continued with a scowl, “I just got captured by someone barely out of rugrat age.” The other girl tossed her blonde hair and crouched down by her captive.

“Maybe,” she said, “but not much you can do about it now, is there?” Shanya frowned and tugged at her bonds – they had been tied tight, but quickly. She didn’t think they were cinched either, so she should be able to get free in the time she had left. She began methodically twisting her arms within the bonds, seeking the right position to get herself some slack. Periodically she would rest and lean back against the counter, studying her captor who in turn kept glancing at her watch.

Folding her legs up under her, she could reach the knots to the rope around her ankles, and worked at those – the ropes holding her legs together fell away quickly, and she continued her quest for freedom as she studied the other girl.

**

Jamie watched her captive as she struggled with her bonds; at six minutes she gave up on her wrists and freed her legs. No matter, she still counted as restrained even if just her arms were tied. The two girls were sitting behind the counter, out of line of site from anyone on the street.

Jamie sat with her back to the wall, and the other girl sat with her back pressed against the counter. They watched each other as the seconds ticked by. The other girl had dark hair and a look of concentration as she worked, sometimes seeming to make progress while appearing frustrated at others.

“How much time have I got,” the other girl asked. Jamie glanced down at her watch before answering.

“Less than a minute,” she said. Suddenly the other girl pulled her arms free and lunged at Jamie. Shocked, she didn’t even have time to move before the other girl got to her and threw her to the ground.

“Hey, wha-mmmph,” her words were cut off as the older girl clamped a hand over Jamie’s mouth. With a sinking feeling, Jamie ceased struggling – the tables had turned, and there wasn’t much to be done about it now.

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby Zandor » Mon Jul 15, 2013 8:52 pm

Interesting Allinces and Bargins already? Also, where did Dan go?
You are q immortal

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby HunterX » Mon Jul 15, 2013 8:59 pm

"He" will be starting in the next installment - I get to writing, and have to keep it at a reasonable length. Not to worry, Dan hasn't been forgotten about, lol!

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Postby Zandor » Mon Jul 15, 2013 9:00 pm

Still this is quite awesome
You are q immortal

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Postby Shanyalovestape » Mon Jul 15, 2013 11:39 pm

I'm loving it!!!
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

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Postby Queen jamie » Tue Jul 16, 2013 11:29 pm

I absolutly love it
the queen of bondage

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Postby Dreamingbound » Wed Jul 17, 2013 6:14 am

Awesome. Love it! :big:

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Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Jul 17, 2013 6:34 am

Pretty nice so far. My only real complaint is that you didn't bother to tell us about it at your other thread days ago! I only just now found out about it when you casually mentioned it there. I've provided a link from there to here to make it easier for people to find this thread while I was at it. :tied:
You can thank me by getting me tied up - A LOT! 8)
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby HunterX » Thu Jul 18, 2013 6:09 am

Sorry about that, Jason - I'll see what I can do for ya!

**

Dan walked down the path, flanked on either side by tall rows of corn. Up ahead he picked up the sound of footsteps, and ducked a few rows back. He crouched down to keep himself out of sight, and could still see someone if they came up the road. Within a few seconds, he caught flashes of movement and braced himself.

All he could see was legs; male from what he could see. Dan waited until his target was on the road nearly in front of him; he was moving carefully, and would be able to see down the neatly arranged rows of corn stalks once he drew even. Dan rose to a crouch and sprinted through the loose soil toward his target.

**

Mike heard the footsteps and caught a flash of movement. He barely had time to turn and register the threat though, before the larger man burst from the fields to his right. Mike had been hoping to familiarize himself with the terrain and boundaries of their little arena, and had figured that most players would gravitate toward the town.

Instinctively he backed away, but only made it two steps before his assailant tackled him. The air rushed from Mike’s lungs as the man landed atop him. His attacker was larger and stronger; Mike had no doubt that if he could get away he could stay ahead and escape, but that was a moot point in this position. Still, he tried to writhe away, twisting one way then the other. He made little progress however, and was expending a lot more energy trying to get free than the other man was keeping him immobile.

“Ok,” he said, letting himself fall back into the soft loam of the cornfield, “you got me. Name’s Mike, by the way. No point in being uncivil.”

“Dan,” the other man replied, “Roll over.” With a sigh Mike complied, and the larger man pulled his hands behind his back. Mike was bound with a coarse rope that bit painfully into his skin, and he winced as the cord was cinched tight. One of the strips of cloth that he’d been carrying was used to bind his ankles and thighs together, then the larger man rose from him and stepped away.

“Really,” Mike asked, “tying me with my own equipment? That’s just wrong.” Dan grinned down at him and stepped back into the road to look both ways, probably to ensure that they weren’t going to be interrupted.

“Gotta make due with what I have,” Dan replied with a shrug, “I appreciate it though. Thanks.” Mike rolled and worked his arms within the cord, cringing when each movement seemed to cause the fibers to dig painfully into his wrists.

“What the hell did you use?”

“Bailing twine,” Dan said, “Found it in a barn.” He didn’t mention that it was old and mostly rotted. As long as Mike tried to work his wrists free rather than just try to muscle his way out, it should work fine.

“Well it sucks,” Mike said with a scowl, “my arms will be raw!”

“Then just relax,” Dan said, glancing at his watch, “timer’s down to four minutes anyway.” Mike continued to struggle however, even though he was making little to no progress. Sure enough, the timer sounded and Dan moved over to remove one of the tokens from Mike’s neck.

“Don’t suppose you’d consider working together,” Mike asked, as Dan began to work at the knots in the twine. Dan grunted a curse as he struggled with the bonds.

“I think I’m doing ok,” Dan said, “Besides, I wouldn’t blame you for being a bit vindictive. I won’t come after you again though, if that means anything.” He retrieved the twine, but it had been so mangled by the struggle that he discarded with a sigh. Dan bent over to pick up a pair of the cloth strips, and left mike with his legs bound. As Mike began to work at the knots there, Dan moved off toward the town.

“Thanks again,” he said, waving the purloined binding strips over his shoulder as he left. Mike muttered a low curse as his legs were finally freed.

“Yeah, don’t mention it.”

**

Shanya straddled the younger girl, pinning her arms to her body. After a moment’s thought, the dark haired girl reached down to rip a long strip of cloth from the bottom of her shirt. She set that aside and forcibly rolled Jamie to her stomach. The smaller girl put up a token effort to struggle, but she knew that she wasn’t in a position where escape was likely.

“Look, you can ju-mmph,” Jamie’s protest was cut short as Shayna pulled the cloth between her lips and tied it tight behind her head. Next she pulled Jamie’s arms back and lashed them together with the rope that had previously been around her own wrist. She took her time, ensuring that the bonds were tight and cinched before she moved to the younger girl’s legs.

These she bound with the other length of rope, but only looped it around her ankles twice. The remained of the rope she ran up and wrapped around the cord securing her captive’s wrists, forcing her into a hogtie. Jamie groaned through her gag and tried to straighten her legs, only succeeding in pulling on her arms.

“There you go,” Shayna said as she sat back, satisfied. She pushed the button on her watch to start the timer, and moved to the front of the store to peek out. The warehouse across the street still showed no sign of activity – no movement, no sound. The dark haired girl considered this for a moment before creeping back to check on her victim.

**

Jamie grunted as she tugged on the ropes that held her fast. She didn’t hold much hope of getting free, but she had been paying attention when the older girl tied her. Jamie was sure she would do a much better job herself, should the opportunity present itself once more.

She stretched down with her fingers, groping for the knots on her ankles, but found only loop after loop of rope. With a grunt of frustration, she realized that the ends of the rope must be lashed and knotted somewhere within the ropes that encircled her wrists. Her arms were small though, and she struggled to tug on the ropes enough to buy herself some slack. The other girl returned and settled in a seated position near Jamie’s head, visually examining the ropes. She remained silent though.

Never one to surrender unless it was necessary, she continued to struggle. Her muffled grunts were the only sound in the room, until the ten minute chime sounded and her captor leaned forward to loosen the knots.

“You were close,” she said, and Jamie realized that’s why the other girl hadn’t said anything – Jamie might have taken it as encouragement that she was almost free, and redoubled her efforts. As the ropes fell away, Jamie lifted herself to a sitting position and took one of the tokens off her neck to hand to the other girl.

“Thanks,” Shayna said, accepting the reward and rising to her feet, “Good luck.”

**

The man known as Phantom knelt in his position and surveyed the grounds. Upon entering the game zone, he had followed the boundary clockwise until he came across the corn field. There, he found what seemed to be the high point – a tall tree on the edge of the game zone. It took him a few minutes to climb it and find a position where he could survey much of the area that they were limited to.

In the last hour, he’d familiarized himself with much of the terrain and landmarks. He’d also seen a brief encounter on a path through the corn field. Nightfall was still a few hours away; the sky was clear, but that didn’t mean the weather would hold. Shelter and food might be secondary to the binding aspect of this week, but that didn’t mean it was irrelevant.

Plus, with the “bargain” aspect of the contest, any commodity that you have that no one else does is one that can be used to your advantage. He dropped easily from the tree and made his way to a building in the middle of the cornfield – one with no path leading to it. Curiosity nagged at him, and there was an entire week to earn medals.

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby Zandor » Thu Jul 18, 2013 12:25 pm

I'm loving it.
You are q immortal

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby Shanyalovestape » Sun Jul 21, 2013 2:26 pm

The new hunger games...!
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

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Postby Shanyalovestape » Fri Jul 26, 2013 2:32 am

Have this story been forgotten?
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby Queen jamie » Fri Jul 26, 2013 4:28 pm

I know it's been forever
the queen of bondage

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Postby Wyatt9999 » Fri Aug 23, 2013 9:02 am

when will I make an appearance.

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Postby Shanyalovestape » Sun Sep 01, 2013 1:33 am

Errr
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

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Postby Shanyalovestape » Fri Nov 22, 2013 1:29 am

Any chances that this will be continued?
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby LordNelson » Thu Jun 11, 2015 8:20 am

Hello

Almost two years ago HunterX started this story and then vanished before finishing it. Shanya asked if someone could take it over. I am going to do that.

It is a complicated story with seven characters and requiring at least 18 tie ups to finish. HunterX only achieved three tie ups in 5,000 words. At that rate it would be a small novel. I am going to try to shorten that considerably.

I would like to find out how many of the characters he included are still active on the site. Please PM me to let me know. I will start posting new chapters in about a week.

LordNelson

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby Shanyalovestape » Thu Jun 11, 2015 5:48 pm

Thank you very much LN :D

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby LordNelson » Wed Jun 17, 2015 12:16 pm

Where We Are So Far

Meet the Players

The producers of the show selected the contestants based on three criteria: a submitted resume, a psychological assessment and an interview. Their picks were made as follows;

Jamie – A skinny white teen who lied about her age. Only 5'6” and 75 pounds. Shoulder length blonde hair, big boobs and a surprisingly athletic build (basketball, soccer and volleyball player). Quick on her feet. Applied to prove that her age is not a factor.

Reason for selection: Four out of five judges were amazed with her boobs and felt that they alone would pull in viewers to the show. It definitely helped when she showed up with an incredibly low cut top on.

Shanya – A Chinese 19 year old, petite frame but C cup tits, light brown eyes, black hair to her shoulders, and half bangs to the left side. A former basketball player with nice muscular legs and not afraid to get feisty with anyone. In the game to satisfy her competitive nature.

Reason for selection: An attractive girl who would draw the attention of the other players. Athletic enough to put up a good fight and make it entertaining. Clinched her position when she showed up for the interview towing along her two bound and gagged roommates at the end of a rope. Her “gimmick” almost got her denied until it was discovered that the girls didn’t come along willingly.

Mike – Early twenties white guy, 187 pounds and 5’9” feet, with brown eyes and long black hair. A little bit of a short temper and tends to go a little bit sadistic to intimidate when in control. Entered the contest to live out his domination fantasies.

Reason for selection: He barely passed the psychological exam and was deemed “crazy enough” to be an asset to the show. Along with his resume he submitted video of himself practicing for the show by tying up his mother, sister, two aunts, his grandmother and a neighbor he had never previously met.

Phantom – Undetermined ethnic origin, skinny at about 5' 8"and around 110 lbs. He showed up dressed in a hoodie, jeans and a balaclava.

Reason for selection: The interview determined that he has an eye for detail and talent for trickery that could provide some interesting tie ups. His psyche test indicated that everything he had previously told them about himself was probably lies.

Dreaming – A stocky 5'4" and 135 lbs. with an impressive chest. Shoulder length red hair. She is quiet but a good listener.

Reason for selection: At the interview she made subtle threats against several judges when they made negative comments about her. The psyche test determined that she had sociopath tendencies which would make her unpredictable and deceitful.

Jason – Another white guy, age 21, 180 pounds, 6' 2", wears glasses. Signed up because he thought it would be a fun way to meet like-minded guys into tying each other up.

Reason for selection: He exhibited absolutely none of the profile qualities that they were looking for. They decided that he had to be included just to see what would happen.

Dan - Early twenties, 5'10", on the thin side, dark brown hair, glasses. Joined just go after the girls.

Reason for selection: His single minded ranting at the interview about “needing to tie up girls” was so frightening the judges unanimously agreed that the show needed an element of “psycho”.

The Playing Field

As a consequence of the “Black Monday” recession of 2010 many small one industry communities collapsed as businesses went bankrupt. The town of Niceville was one of them. The creators of the show purchased the town.

A barricade was put around a one mile square area to enclose the game zone. The area is further divided into four quadrants by Main Street running east/west and a highway that runs north/south.

Quadrant #1 – North West – The rural area consists mostly of a large corn field and farm buildings. The north and west borders are forested. The south limit along Main Street features the gas station, car lots and the bus depot.

Quadrant #2 – North East – The residential area with homes and a small cemetery. The south limit at Main Street has city hall, the school and the fire department.

Quadrant # 3 – South West – The industrial park. A train station in the south and on the north side of the tracks warehousing and storage buildings.

Quadrant #4 – South East – The commercial district. A large mall and a number of specialty shops and boutiques separated by a central parking lot.

What Has Happened So Far?

On Day One seven players entered the game zone; three women and four men. The entire play area is monitored by hidden cameras for broadcast and for recorded replays to assist any rulings required by the judges.

Three captures; Jamie by Shanya, Jason by Dreaming and Mike by Dan.

One bargain made; Jason and Dreaming

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby LordNelson » Wed Jun 17, 2015 12:23 pm

Welcome to TUG Game Central, my name is Stuart.’

‘And I’m Sarah.’

‘Each day we will recap the highlights of the contest. What do we have today on Day One Sarah.’

‘It was expected that the contestant’s would use the first day to find food and shelter, learn the terrain and assess the competition. It was a surprise that the captures began almost immediately.’

‘As surprised as anyone was Jason who was easily taken down by the much smaller Dreaming. She has turned out to be resourceful and I’m picking her as one to watch.’

‘In another upset Dan, who seemed to be too easy going for this game, took down Mike who is bigger. Mike just barely passed our psyche evaluation, his temper is borderline and so this could lead to an interesting confrontation later.’

‘Finally our other two female players were also busy. Jamie had Shanya all wrapped up but a bit of sloppy work resulted in an escape and a turnaround. Shanya’s tie up was much better and poor Jamie finished up losing a medal instead of gaining one.

***

Day Two – Morning

Dreaming thought that the element of surprise and her strength and agility had enabled her to overpower and subdue a larger man. She thought that her intellect and cleverness had led to negotiating an alliance with him which could help her to survive this game. She was wrong. The only thing that contributed to her success was the fact that he was a bit of a wimp.

On their first evening as partners she was determined to get to know Jason’s strengths so that she could utilize them efficiently. He had none. He was not an athlete, he had no survival skills and he wasn’t particularly cunning. Jason had joined the game hoping to tie up other guys and failing that to enjoy being tied up by them.

She realized that having him around was more of a liability than an advantage. He would have to go.

***

Day two started with Dan feeling cocky. His capture of Mike had gone well and he was confident that with his size advantage no one else would be able to escape him. He just had to compensate for a lack of speed with stealth. He was about to learn that deception was also an asset he would have to add to his repertoire.

Feeling hungry he had slipped into town and was cautiously exploring when a figure stepped out into the alley and then turned and ran. Dan knew that if the other player wasn’t challenging him it was because they had no hope of success. He took off in pursuit.

As he turned the corner a rope strung across the alley caught him across the throat. His feet launched into the air but his flight was short lived as he came crashing to the ground on his back. With the wind knocked out of him he was quickly rolled over and tied hand and foot.

He could hear the beep of the timer as it was started. He struggled a little but every muscle ached from the impact and he soon determined that he was well tied and it was pointless. He decided to rest with the hope of recovering enough to avoid being caught again while still hurting.

Lying with his face in the dirt he still hadn’t seen his assailant. He could tell by the shuffling of feet that he had taken down the trip rope that had dropped him. When the ten minutes ended his ankles were untied then his wrists. He rolled over to confront his captor.

A hooded figure with a black balaclava covering his face stood over him. That was not standard issue attire for the game. This fellow had somehow managed to sneak it in. Dan was no fool, the entire outfit was calculated to intimidate. He knew it must be an effort to conceal some weakness.

As he took the medal from Dan he said ‘Meet the eventual winner, you can call me the Phantom.’

As the Phantom ran off Dan thought “That guy is full of shit but he is sneaky.”

***

From the second floor window of a store she had been scavenging Dreaming witnessed Dan falling victim to the Phantom. It was her first time seeing him so she now added another player to her list of opponents. His clever trick put him at the top of her list in the dangerous category, a person to be avoided for as long as possible.

Like Phantom she too realized that deception could compensate for lack of size and strength. It gave her an idea. By using a bit of misdirection and cunning she could have some of her competition eliminate each other, and Jason would be the first to go.

***

Jamie was thirsty, hungry and running scared. Her size was already a disadvantage but she had learned from her encounter with Shanya that her tying skills also needed improvement. In addition to Shanya she had also seen two other men, both much bigger than her.

She was trying to locate food and drink and avoid being caught as she crept from house to house. She soon discovered that just about every building had running water; the organizers knew that dehydration could be dangerous during a game that lasts a week. Finding something to eat was another matter.

Jamie avoided the commercial district, too many scavengers were already going through the buildings, and instead was checking the homes. The organizers were obviously testing their resourcefulness. There were canned goods but no can openers. Freezers had various items but none of the ovens or microwaves worked. Jamie knew that it was a trick. The more careless participants would make a fire to cook which would make smoke that betrayed their location to the others. She collected a few cans and would try to find a way to puncture them later.

She began to search for some sort of rope to use for bindings. One of the homes had blinds hanging in the windows. She knew that the drawstrings would be a tough cord. She peeked in the windows, saw no signs of anyone else and entered. The front room had four sets of blinds, the cords were already gone. Jamie was on the floor with an arm twisted up behind her back before she knew what hit her. She tried to toss off her attacker but he was too big and too heavy. She quickly conceded.

He bound her wrists behind her and then roughly pulled her elbows together and tied them tightly. While he worked he warned her constantly that any attempt to escape would result in him getting rough. Jamie didn’t like the prospect of him getting any rougher than he already was and made no fuss. He seemed to be looking for an excuse to get aggressive and he was frightening her. He then tied her ankles and below her knees. He was doing more than he had to and was enjoying it. With one last rope he pulled her wrists and ankles together until her hands touched her feet in a strict hog tie. Even though Jamie is quite flexible this was painful.

Then for no reason at all he stuffed a rag into her mouth and tied another over it. The timer started. By now Jamie had figured out that this guy was hard-core and she didn’t want to piss him off. Even though she had no hope of escaping she struggled just to give him a show. Being too passive would probably provoke him and then there would be no telling how far he would go to please himself. After ten agonizing minutes he untied her wrists and arms and disappeared.

Jamie removed the gag and then freed her legs. She never did see him clearly and to add insult to injury he took all the canned goods she had found. She now had the two cords he left behind but was down to one medal.

***

Mike had followed Dan hoping to avenge being taken down. He witnessed the ease with which the hooded guy took Dan. He also saw how angry Dan was afterwards, he had quite a temper. Once Dan was free Mike continued to follow him waiting for an opportunity.

What he was treated to was show of just how nasty Dan could be. He watched through a window as Dan took down the pretty little blond with the nice tits. Dan not only went a bit too far with the tying but stole her food when he left her. This guy was a nasty prick.

Mike felt bad but now it was his turn to be mean. As soon as Dan left Mike crept into the house. He waited until Jamie had untied herself. He hesitated for a moment as she got up, being nice enough to give her a chance to recover before making his move.

She looked around and faced towards where he was hiding. He ducked out of sight. She began to walk towards him. “This is perfect” he thought “she’s coming to me”. Just before he could pounce she turned and quickly went up the stairs to the second floor.

He followed silently. At the top she was nowhere in sight. He discretely checked each room until he found her. She was lying on one of the dusty beds. Exhausted from her ordeal and lack of food she was going to take a nap.

She had placed the two cords on the night stand beside the bed.

It was only a matter of seconds before Mike had her hands tied up over her head to the headboard and soon after her feet were secured to the footboard. He ripped a few strips off of the bed sheet and gagged her. He started the timer.

She struggled but she had no energy left. It was a pathetic attempt and Mike felt sorry for her. He noticed that she was down to her last medal and would be out of the game.

***

Day Two – Afternoon

For Jamie it was the longest walk of her life. It was only midway through day two and she was eliminated already. As stated in the rules she went to the bus stop at the cross roads. A camera there saw that she had no medals left and a car was dispatched to pick her up.

***

Dreaming just needed someone to see her, preferably one of the bigger guys. She had told Jason her plan was to look like an easy target and lure someone to where he was hidden so that he could ambush them. Jason hid between two dumpsters in the industrial zone waiting for his prey. When Dreaming ran by he was to jump out and tackle her pursuer.

She circled around the area until knew every inch of it. Then she continued to circle until she saw her objective. He was the biggest guy she had seen yet. “This is going to be fun” she thought.

***

Mike was still on a high. Not only had he collected another medal but he got to watch a pretty little lady squirm when he nailed Jamie. He was feeling confident. Now he had spotted another small female. He hid until her back was to him and began to stalk her.

The area was a maze of dumpsters and storage sheds and it was easy for him to stay out of sight as he worked his way closer to her.

Dreaming casually stepped out into the open. She wanted to be seen. The big guy took the bait. When he was close enough to strike she bolted.

Jason heard footsteps approaching and braced himself. Dreaming went flying by. He jumped out.

Mike was almost out of breath and about to give up on chasing the short girl with the nice ass when some fool jumped out in front of him. He put his shoulder down.

Jason barely had time to think “Oh shit” before he was knocked to the ground. His glasses went flying and he landed squarely on his back. For the second time in as many days the wind was knocked out of him. He was rolled face down into the dirt and tied up.

Mike used a basic hog tie, one piece of rope. He tied a single loop around Jason’s wrists and then pulled up his legs and tied another around his ankles. Simple but effective. Jason was still breathing hard from the hit and Mike decided not to gag him.

“This is not as much fun as I thought it was going to be” Jason thought while sucking in deep breaths.

***

Dreaming watched from a safe vantage point and smiled. Her plan had worked. She needed to get rid of this partner and getting others to do it for her suited her fine. After the ten minutes expired Mike untied Jason and handed him his glasses. He apologized, for the fourth time, for hitting him so hard.

After Mike moved off she went back to Jason who was still sitting on the ground rubbing his aching ribs.

‘Sorry about that’ she apologized ‘I didn’t realize he was so big. If the rules didn’t state only one on one combat I would have come back to help you.’

Jason, always wanting to think the best of people, was gullible enough to accept her apology.

‘The next time we try that I’ll find someone smaller’ she said.

***

Shanya had been following the hooded guy for about an hour. It was getting tedious but he just wasn’t making himself vulnerable. He was very cautious as he moved through the commercial area looking through the stores for food, binding materials and victims. Of the men she had seen so far he was the smallest and possibly the only one she could take down.

He cursed loudly when he went to the hardware store and the spools where ropes and chains were keep were empty. He had expected it, it would have been too easy, but he was still disappointed. He was about to move away when he remembered that extra stock was keep it the cupboards below the shelves.

The first few he checked were empty but at the back of the fourth was a short coil of bright yellow nylon rope. He reached in to grab it. Shanya charged him and pushed him halfway into the cupboard. She slid the doors shut on him so that he stuck out from the waist down. He shouted ‘Ouch’ followed by a string of profanities.

In addition to her two ropes Shanya had found some six foot extension cords in a box of Christmas decorations. She passed a cord through one of his belt loops and then around the door handles to trap him. This gave her time to sit on his thrashing legs and tie his ankles.

She loosened the cord on the doors just enough to grab his legs and pull him out a few more inches.

‘Put your hands behind you’ she said ‘you can’t get out. If I don’t finish the job I’ll leave you here for someone else to find.’

The idea of being caught by a female infuriated him but possibly being trapped here for any longer was also not appealing. He surrendered.

Once his wrists were secure Shanya opened the doors and pulled him out. While waiting for the ten minutes to expire she helped herself to the rope he had found and scoured the other storage finding a ball of strong twine.

***

Day Two – Night

The day ended with one contestant eliminated. The rest had all figured out that water was available and found some food. Even though the moon was almost full it was a cloudy night and none of them chanced hunting in the dark.

As Jason was lying looking at the dark sky he thought about what had happened and realized he had been set up. “Two can play that game” he thought.

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby Zandor » Wed Jun 17, 2015 12:32 pm

Fantastic. 10/10. Would get tied up, and then woud get out, and then tie a girl up again. 10/10

Re: "Reality" TUG

Postby Shanyalovestape » Wed Jun 17, 2015 5:55 pm

When I saw your post that you'll update this page next week, I thought it was gonna be a short reply. Never expected such a long one.! Bravo my friend... This is amazing!