## Captives in the basement

Post by Guns and Roses » Wed Dec 14, 2011 3:13 pm

Story inspired by a drawing. Follow this link to look at the image: tea_kidnap_tied_up_games
Four girls in a basement. One of them is doing the tying. Two of them is lying at the floor barefeet, gagged and tied up, while the third girl, gagged but with her feet still free of bounds, right at this moment in the picture, her hands is becoming tied up. The only item in the room is a big brown sack. Its a silent and intense moment. Wondering what they are thinking I add these comments:
First girl to be tied up: This wasnt the plan, but I like it anyhow.
Girl just becoming tied up: I suspected this all the time. Perhaps I still can kick myself free?
Girl doing the tying: Typical, Im running out of rope! Perhaps I can use my belt at her feet while I go and get some more?
Second girl to be tied up: Why am I always the only one to be hogtied like this?
Captives in the basement.
One gloomy autumn day me, Sara, and my two best friends, Kate and Amanda, decided to do a practical joke to my three year older cousin Rebecca. She has bullied me ever since early childhood doing all the babysitting I needed according to my parents. During the years I phantasized often that I kidnapped her and left her alone someplace, helplessly bound and gagged. Of course, me being younger and her being stronger, I could nerver realize the dream. The place I had in mind was an empty room in the basement of our big house. The room was once planned to become a small workshop of my fathers. But it was still empty and a perfect playing ground for me and my two best friends. The three of us living in the same street, had been doing tied up games since we met the first time. We were nine years old then and got inspired by looking together in some comic books in which the adventurous heroine every now and then become captivated and locked up or tied up. She could always free herself after some struggle with the ropes or find a way out of the locked up place.
So we looked at each other after reading this story together and inspired by the pictures we decided to pretend we were experience the same adventures as the heroine in the comics. One of us playing her part, the two others becoming the bad guy doing the binding. The roleplay went on for some years becoming more advanced as we learned to do the tying up better and better. Amanda almost never could free herself from the ropes and she was not so good at tying up either. Therefore we find up a new character for her in the roleplay.
At first she played the second heroine coming after a while to rescue her friend lying in bounds and locked up in the prison. But then she told us one day that she prefered to be tied up and Kate and I alternated in doing so. From that day â€poorâ€ Amanda spent most of our time together in a nice hogtie and gagged of course. Whenever we let her out of her bounds she became so bored after just a while that we had to tie her up again.
Our plot against my babysitting cousin Rebecka was soon coming to be realized. We had done all the preparation including a big sack full of ropes and soft materials for the nice but effective gag. Kates younger brother Matthew had a pair of handcuffs that he now and then used on her. He always kept one key for safety in a hidden place in his room. Probably preparing for the possibility of her taking him captive some day. But Kate never did even though she was a little bit stronger than him. The day before the day of the kidnapping of Rebecca when home alone Kate had nicked the hidden spare key and put it in a drawer her own room.
-How is it possible for us to kidnap her at all? She never goes any place alone without her friends! I was desillusioned this day. - But, Sara, dont look so dark at everything, Amanda replied. - Have you forgot that she is your cousin? The only thing you have to do is to ask her to visit you.
At the same time Kate was provoking her brother in his room, touching all his precious things. And yes, it worked out as she wished. Matthew then ordered her to stay out of his property or take the consequences. - I take the cons! she replied. Soon enough he handcuffed her and it that state she left his room, went to her own room, picked up the spare key, unlocked the handcuffs and put them in her pink purse.
Hmmph, hmmph, it sounded from Rebecka, gagged and handcuffed behind her back as she was. -What are you humphing about, Kate asked giving the captive girls bound feet another tickling with her long and perfectly manicured fingernails. Surrounded by this three enemies of hers, Rebecka felt herself helpless. Amanda and Kate and myself, the three forsworn, had managed to fulfil our evil plan for Rebecka. After some persuading calls and mails from me, Rebecka finally agreed to come, and come alone, to visit her little cousin. â€For old times sakeâ€ as I wrote in one of the messages. But now at first Rebecka did understand the real meaning of this supression.
Well, so far it apparently looked alright and everyone in her right place, so to speak. But there was a â€butâ€ i all this. (Seems like it always has to be!) The â€butâ€ this time consisted of a curious baby brother that just had to spy on the girls and listen to theire planning through a tiny little hole hidden behind a bookshelf in the wall between his room and his sisters. Matthew had listened to almost everything the three of us had talked about in his sister Kates room. Of course he had recognized that Kate had access to the so crucial spare key for his pair of lockable handcuffs.
We had now held her prisoner in the basement for an hour and a half and decided to go downtown for some shopping as it was Saturday. Rebecka understood after some minutes that we really had abandoned her, leaving her helpless at the uncomfortable floor in that ugly basement. But after a while she got aware of another person suddenly appearing in the room and soon she got rid of the gag. He then sat down at the floor right beside her smiling and playing with a tiny key in his hands.
- Hello cousin, do you remember me too? Matthew was the reason for Rebeckas babysitting sessions some years before. - Sara and the others went to the shopping-center I think for picking up some more nailpolishes and other useless stuff, he said still smiling at her with kind looking eyes and making some snoring sounds all the time as if he had got a cold. - O course I remember my dear little cousin! Matthew! Isnt it? Rebecka tried to move her hands for him to see them and hopefully unlock the uncomfortable handcuffs around her wrists. But he looked as he had something else in mind. Rebecka now felt tears coming from her eyes and all the sudden she could hear a click unlocking the cuff around her left hand and then another click and the other cuff left her right hand.
Please dont tie me up now after this, Matthew asked when untying Rebeckas ankles.
- I know about the plot against you and should have warned you but instead I waited till now. Im sorry. Rebecka looked angry at him first but all the sudden she smiled happily and said â€“ Dont be sorry for that. You have come as a knight to rescue the princess in her prison. And, no, i will not tie you up, the binding and gagging I save for your sister and the other two bad girls. - OK, Matthew replied with a sigh of relief, I will help you against them when they come back, pretty Becka! Saying that he hid his face in his hands surprised of his own words. But Rebecka asked: - Do you really think I am pretty? Silence filled the room for almost a minute. Then: - Yes, I think so!
After leaving the basement Matthew followed Rebecka up the staircase, through the hall and in to the kitchen. -Must eat and drink something right now! she said. Some peanutbuttered breads later they went upstairs to Kates room. Rebecka looked around in the room considering to do some servere damage to her cousins favourite things. She found Kates collection of cosmetics and began to through this â€useless stuffâ€ as Matthew previously had put it, in the waistpaperbasket. Then all the sudden she got stopped by Matthew helding some bottles of nailpolish in his hands and saying: Please, let me do all your nice looking naÃls even prettier! She agreed to this thinking its rather fun to let a boy do your nails for you. Matthew started with a clear polish and then suggested a bright red or a pink. â€This will make Your fingers look awesomeâ€ he said, but Rebecka said â€No, not red or pink, I want to wear black today. You see I am in the mood for doing some really dark things soon to them villains.
Another hour went on and Rebecka and Matthew, while painting her fingernails, used the time to better the plot against me, Amanda and Kate. Meanwhile me and my two friends, totally unaware of the lurking danger back home at Kates place, decided to return and let Rebecka free again. That decision turned out to be a very bad idea.
And all too soon I found myself lying at my stomach in the basement, hogtied and helpless. Beside me Amanda struggled in her restraints. She was not bound the same way as me, her hands tied at her back and her feet tied together, nothing more, well a gag to shut her mouth up of course. At my other side Rebecka was occupied doing some serious work with ropes at Kates wrists. Her ankles were still free. When I looked at poor Amanda again I knew for certain that I and my friends were facing a very long session as Rebeckas prisoners. Matthew was for the moment not in the basement since Rebecka had asked him to go after some more bundles of rope.
This awkward situation was the result of the unexpected pact between my cousin and the brother of Kates. Soon he returned helding at least twenty yards of clothesline in his hands. He sat down at his sisters feet and immidaitely started out binding her ankels tightly together. And of course Rebecka fulfilled the tying of Kate when she forced her into an uncomfortable hogtie. At this moment I thought for myself some very dark thougths concerning my older cousins future. Then the tickle-torture started!

### Re: Captives in the basement

Post by xtc » Wed Dec 14, 2011 4:14 pm

You've got some nice ideas here.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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