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xtc, when we invented it, we didn't think it was hard to describe, because we knew how to do it. It was only when I had to write it years later when I found out how it was to describe.
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Shane Bikman, well, it was rare when I had to do it, and I really didn't get used to it. It was embarrassing to say the least.
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sarumansauron, thanks to your comments.
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Viking, thanks. It really was a repetition of the previous story, except that my sister was also gagged.
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William F Somebody, thanks.
Spring 1967
Bound and Gagged Captor
Part VI
One Last Surprise
(m/m+f+), (mm/f)
It had been only a few minutes, at best, when I heard footsteps come upstairs. My older brother Andrew popped his head in my room and looked at me. With him was Angela, now completely untied, and Betty, still bound and gagged.
“Yup!” he merely said.
“Told you so,” said Angela. “Should we tickle them?”
“Later. Let’s secure her first,” my brother replied. I wonder whom he was referring to?
He then left the room again.
I can here their voices. Aside from my brother, I identified David and Angela, talking loudly in my brother’s room.
Fifteen minutes later, my brother came back, with David, Angela, who being free, assumed her proper role as captor, Cathy (in a brown dress that is calf length), David’s younger sister who was too young to be tied up at our house at least, and most surprising of all, Nancy, David’s younger and Cathy’s older sister, bound and gagged. But as a member of my team, that should not have surprised me at all.
Nancy was wearing a light knee-length green skirt, and a matching short sleeved blouse. Her hands were behind her, and a white rope could be seen digging into her belly. A cowboy like handkerchief was tied around her head, from below the nose, and covering her neck. I later learned that she was gagged exactly as my sister and I was.
“Just showing you that we got Nancy too,” Andrew with a large smile. “We’ll secure her in my room.”
Nancy was my teammate, so that left Frank as the only one who wasn’t captured on my team.
I merely grunted.
“Aw! Can’t I be tied up too?” Cathy, who was free, complained.
“Sorry, but you know the rules. Mrs. Ford is downstairs and we don’t want to get in trouble,” David replied.
“It’s not fair!” Cathy pouted. “Why do they all get the fun?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll tie you up when we get back home,” David said. “I promise.”
“But you’ll tie up Nancy too! When we go back, I want to be the only one tied up!” Cathy demanded.
That elicited a complaint from Nancy, but because of her gag, she wasn’t able to voice it.
“Okay, don’t worry. I’ll only tie you up,” laughed David to his youngest sister.
After that, Nancy was taken by his brother, followed by Angela and Betty, out of the room. Andrew himself went and got two more handkerchiefs from my drawer. Folding both into long wide bands, he used to blindfold Louise and me. Now blind, the next thing that happened was the sound of my brother’s footsteps leaving the room.
Silence. I tried to struggle, but with me handcuffed, there was no chance for me to get out without the keys. And I discovered that I had taped myself too well to the chair. Suddenly, there were moans. It was Louise.
“Mpphh,” I said.
“NNnggghph,” she replied.
“Mmphh,” I said back.
This ended when I heard the door open, and I heard a couple of footsteps enter.
“Hello, Tom? Remember me?” It was Angela.
Suddenly, fingers dug into my vulnerable stomach. I was very ticklish there, and as a result, I lost it. Suddenly, the assault stopped, but I heard Louise giggle. Actually, it was laughter, but with the gag, it seemed just a faint giggle. Angela’s tickling on Louise was greater than mine. After all, it was Louise who tied her up in the first place and brought her here bound and gagged, something that Louise had never done to anybody ever before.
“Finished tickling them?” I heard Andrew in the direction of where the door was.
“Yeah. I suppose I can’t tickle Betty,” Angela said.
“Angela! She’s our teammate! She caught them all! Well, except Nancy, but without her, we would not have won!” Andrew admonished.
“Your sister is really crazy!” said Angela. “But I like her craziness!”
After that, I heard footsteps going out, and the door being closed.
So Louise and I were left alone, not that we could do much of anything. We again communicated by grunts which were mutually unintelligible, but it kept us from getting too bored.
Thirty minutes later, we were all untied. Betty wanted to remain tied up, but my mother called that it was time for lunch. Reluctantly, she let us untie her.
While we had our lunch, my brother told the story of what happened.
After I talked to my brother in the phone, he couldn’t believe that my sister caught Louise, the twins, and me. So David and my brother decided to investigate. But since Nancy was part of my team, and she and her sister were playing under the same roof, they decided to capture Nancy. They easily captured Nancy, who then agreed to come with them to my house and be tied up here, but Cathy wanted in on the action, even if she can not be tied up at our house. She apparently expected to be tied up too like her sister.
When they arrived, they immediately saw Angela and Betty, hands bound (but feet free) and gagged on the couch in the living room. On the coffee table, Betty wrote a message in her notebook to untie Angela, but not her.
So they untied Angela, who explained the entire thing to Andrew, David, Nancy, and Cathy. All of them laughed at the situation, and praised my sister for what she did. Nancy was jealous of being upstaged again by my sister. But she didn’t even know that my sister could write messages while bound, because Betty only did it at home when there were no visitors, and she made us promise not to tell anyone.
They went upstairs, where David proceeded to my brother’s room to tie up Nancy. My brother, my sister, and Angela looked me up for a few moments before going and helping my David tie up his sister (Angela only watched the tying).
Then, they showed to Nancy Betty’s captives, first me and Louise in my room, then the twins in my sister’s room. Afterwards, they tickled us. Angela tickled Louise and me, while David tickled his sister. Andrew settled on tickling the twins.
After all the stories had been told, we again praised Betty. Nothing like this has been done. She was proud of what she accomplished. Right now, forty four years later, I still have pride that my sister could do such a thing.
My mother also was amazed that my sister did what she did. She told us that she thought that a captor, and being tied up, let alone gagged, were two different things, utterly irreconcilable. But Betty proved her, and for that matter, all of us, wrong. But I doubt anyone else, aside from Nancy that is, would attempt it again.
Well, thanks to my sister, Andrew’s team won. We lost. But, just like the last story that happened, it was really weird. It was so crazy, so memorable, that years later, I could write most of this story almost without looking at my diary or asking the others what happened.
My brother, David, Angela, Betty, all teased us. We vowed revenge, of course.
Well, thanks for reading. Please read the next story and find out what happens!